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astraystayyh · 5 months

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hyunjin x reader. childhood friends to lovers. implied soulmates. hyune's pov.

this is the prequel & sequel to you're in the wind, i'm in the water. you need to read the prev fic first to understand how hyunjin and mc confessed to one another!!

this is very self indulgent but it's also my bd gift so i get a pass hehe also a tribute to one of my fav love languages which is peeling an orange for someone :')

based on Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey,, so highly recommend listening to it while reading :)) feedback is appreciated as always <333

i'm on the run with you my sweet love

The beige sand warms the soles of your feet as you and Hyunjin run along the shore. His parents sit by a towel, watching you with idle curiosity as you’re propelled forth by the brisk winds; and a sense of feedom only found in the tender hearts of children.

Hyunjin doesn’t know where you’re taking him. He didn’t question you when you entwined your fingers with his before running away, your footprints etched upon the sandy canvas. His sole attention was on your clammy hand, tightly clasping his.

Hyunjin didn’t yet understand what it meant to crave the hand of someone in yours, for it to feel natural for fingers to hold one another. He was only seven. What does one really know at this age?

But he knew that he was drawn to grand things. The beauty of fireworks as they unfold in the sky, dazzling colors rivaling the hues of sunsets. To the towering sunflowers his mother takes him to see, so tall their petals almost seem to be reaching for the sun’s embrace. To the full moon and the way it hangs close to earth, as if yearning to enter our horizon, to sink into the soil and rest.

But in that moment, as he watched your gleeful smile, the blush tinting your cheeks as you tugged him along, a different amazement grew within his soul. It was quiet, it was soft, it didn't overwhelm his seven-years-old heart. It was enough.

You finally stop by a rock, settling in the sand with your hair fanning around you like a halo. Hyunjin hovers over you, his tentative gaze tracing your features, trying to pinpoint what had made that peculiar feeling pour over his body, like candle wax finally meeting its destined mold.

He doesn't find an answer, only your kind smile as you tap the place near you. You were giddy, as if you had run far when his parents remained mere meters away.

Hyunjin had noticed this urge in you to flee, to wander, always. He didn't know what it means. He thought that perhaps you didn't know either. He wondered if you'd ever run away from him. The question burned the tip of his tongue.

"Will we always run together?" Hyunjin suddenly asks, kneeling to meet your eyes.

"If you want to," you shrug. "Will you run away with me when we're older?"

"Where to?" he asks, a note of apprehension coloring his tone.

"I don't know. We'll know later."

"Okay."

"You pinky promise?"

"I do," Hyunjin entwines his pinky with yours, before leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your thumb pad. He avoids your eyes as a dusty blush cascades on his cheeks, akin to the fading pink of a sunken sunset. You giggle, reciprocating the kiss before pressing your thumbs together.

"Sealed forever," you grin, eyes disappearing into moon crescents. Your contagious happiness mirrors instantly on Hyunjin's face, his nose scrunching up in delight.

He wants to keep this smile on your face, he thinks, this intricate joy that dawns upon your features, brightening up your face, making your pinky in his feel lighter, warmer.

So, he takes out an orange from his pocket.

"Where did you get this?" you chuckle, eyes widening in delight as if presented with the world's most treasured jewel.

"A vendor gave it to me," he shrugs, handing it to you.

Your thumb punctures the tangerine's thick skin, making the fruit’s juice drip down your hands. You attempt to peel it but the skin breaks instantly, falling into the sand.

"Here, let me," Hyunjin offers, taking the orange from your hands, peeling it for you.

A strange warmth slowly spreads through his being, akin to tree roots anchoring onto the soil, to the unfurling of petals on the first day of spring. It feels good, for some reason, to do this mundane task for you.

This newfound feeling only solidifies when you smile brightly at him, breaking the fruit into two halves and handing one part to Hyunjin.

You no longer look like you want to run. You look content here, simply sharing an orange with him.

Hyunjin suddenly wants to buy you a whole crate of tangerines. Maybe even a farm of it- just trees upon trees that he can plant for you. He chases the thought away, he's only seven, he doesn't have money, where would he even store the oranges?

Hyunjin didn't have the answer to this question, nor the million ones swirling in his mind. But he knew your smile, the kindness in your eyes, the lingering scent of oranges on his fingers, even after washing his hands. And the word that sat heavy on his soul, from that night forth.

Hyunjin knew he loved you when he was seven years old.

there is nothing wrong contemplating God; under the chemtrails over the country club

"Found you," Hyunjin whispers, reclining on the rooftop near you.

"Wasn't hiding from you," you respond just as softly, your gaze fixed on the turquoise sky overhead. Your words cause Hyunjin's heart to swell within his chest, growing, expanding, pushing against his ribs, yearning to escape and splatter at your feet.

His emotions were always so grand- his happiness consuming his entire being, the sadness, the loneliness rattling his bones with an invincible cold. Then the love for you, not in dependence, the way the planets orbit around the sun. But with choice, because he wants to, craves being near.

"What are you doing?" he asks after a while, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Watching the chemtrails," you point out a tiny plane leaving a white trail in the sky.

"It looks so far away," he whispers in wonder, and you hum with a melancholic expression. Hyunjin curls his hand into a fist, resisting the urge to smooth the delicate frown etched on your brows.

"Didn't you like your birthday celebration?" he finally asks. He knows the answer before you quietly say, 'yes.' You were never one for the chic attire, the fine china and polished silverware reflecting the guests fake smiles. You only ever came to the country club for Hyunjin.

"I just... these people are here for me, supposedly. And yet, I feel so invisible downstairs. I bet no one even noticed my absence."

"I did," he replies instantly, contradicting you vehemently, wanting to dispel the shadows that cloud your mind. "And... I brought you an orange," he adds, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It grows when you beam at him, the chemtrails momentarily forgotten.

"Did you?"

"Mm, here," he swiftly peels the fruit for you, instinctively breaking it into two halves.

"I'm sixteen and I don't know how to peel a tangerine because of you," you giggle, biting into one part eagerly. Water dribbles down the side of your mouth, and Hyunjin delicately wipes it away, his hand cradling your jaw gently.

His heart beats wildly, drowning out the country club's orchestra. He's never been this close to you, noses nearly bumping into one another.

"Don't learn how to," he whispers, licking his lips nervously. He hopes you can't feel the tremor in his hand as it slides down your cheek.

"Why?"

"Then you won't need me anymore," he says honestly, and your eyes widen at his words. Say it, his heart pleads, I can't contain this love anymore. Hyunjin shakes his head, silencing his own thoughts. He'll make room for it; his heart will expand, even if it means bursting at the seams. He can't face your rejection.

"Can I ask you something?" you say after a while, still as close to him.

"Anything."

"Do you ever feel like you don't belong anywhere? You have friends and family, but you feel like..."

"Nobody's son?" he suggests.

"Yeah, nobody's daughter."

"Maybe we're not meant to belong to anyone else but ourselves."

"Isn't that sad?" you ask, bringing an orange wedge to Hyunjin's mouth. "What if I don't always have myself?"

"Well, you'll always have me."

"Do you promise me?" you ask eagerly, eyes wide, tone almost desperate.

"I promise." The fog dissipates, light spilling over your face once again.

"Even though you're so sought after?" you giggle.

"I'm not!"

"You are! Everybody wanted to talk to you downstairs. You're always the man of the hour," you wink, lying down on the floor once again.

"Really? I didn't notice," he says, settling next to you.

"Mm, you never notice anything," you sigh, resting your cheek atop his shoulder.

It's quiet again, save for the tranquil sound of your breaths. Your eyes are trained on the sky, following the path of each plane.

"They look really tiny."

"Maybe we're the small ones," you muse.

Hyunjin doesn't agree. Not when his love for you feels almost ancient, drawn from the depths of the very first fountain of love. It has stayed with him for nine years, intermingled with the very molecules of his being. You can't be small when what he feels for you is grander than the world.

"Maybe we are," he says as he slides an arm underneath your back, pulling you closer to his chest.

"Hyune," you call out softly.

"Mm?" he hums in reply.

"What do you think you're made for?"

I'm here to love you, he wants to say, achingly, fully, on your grand days and your small ones. To fall apart at the altar of your soul and to rise anew, by you, for you. To be yours.

"I'm here to peel you oranges." He whispers instead, his confession, for now.

"And I'm here to eat them, then."

we laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool; it's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me

"Did you know you have a straight trail of moles on your back?" Hyunjin whispers, his cool breath akin to a gentle zephyr.

"It starts here," he bestows a tender kiss beneath your shoulder blade, as if marking the start of a constellation. "Then you have another one here," his lips brush against your skin, coaxing forth delicate goosebumps, like ripples on a moonlit pond. "And here," he trails down your spine, his mouth weaving a trail only he can see. "And a final one here," he lingers longer near the last mole, lips meeting your lower back delicately, akin to the tender graze of a feather.

If you had told Hyunjin that he would freely kiss your moles, hands trailing down your skin scented with chlorine and vanilla, he would have thought you were insane. But now he has you, because you want him too, against all odds. Hyunjin wasn't alone in his love; every emotion in your soul mirrored his own. Two sides of the same coin. Two halves of the same tangerine.

"And then... it wraps around your stomach," he flips you around until you face him, giddy giggles escaping your lips. "You see it? It goes right here, another straight line," he whispers in wonder, tracing over the moles on your skin as if in worship. There is so much he longs to articulate, words yearning to spill from his mouth. He realizes he can say them now, drape them over your body like a blanket knitted with love.

"Someone plucked stars and arranged them on your skin. You're a galaxy on your own, you know that right? So beautiful," he whispers, eyes wide in adulation, raking over each feature of yours, so much they're seared behind his eyelids. The only sight he sees when he goes to sleep.

"So are you," you smile, hands gently cradling his cheeks. Hands that held him at age seven, then eight, ten, thirteen, and twenty. Hands that dried his tears, patted his back, and played with his hair. Hands that are much more sacred than his own.

"No, you don't understand," he hovers over you, gently smoothing down your hair. "You're so beautiful, so much it dizzies me, consumes me. You consume me, entirely, and I-" He sucks in a deep breath as you smile lovingly, reassuringly.

"I know," you say. "I feel it too."

"I can't believe this is real," he shakes his head, thumb tracing your lower lip gently. "I didn't even plan on confessing when i brought you to this pool. And yet... it feels natural for us to be this way."

You nod, grinning. "Like we belong to one another."

"I told you I'd stay," his eyes soften, capturing you with the same tenderness as always, savoring every part of you.

"You always keep your promises," you smile, hand sliding down the nape of his neck, smoothing a stubborn tuft of hair.

Normal, that's the elusive term he was looking for. It is normal for him to hold you, to kiss you, to look into your eyes and find love swimming in your irises. It is the way it's supposed to be between you. He couldn't ever think of another outcome.

His eyes trail down to your arm, where two moles match perfectly with his, down to the placement, the space separating them both.

"Is this where we kissed each other the most in our past lives?" he trails off, knuckles brushing against your arm gently. You mirror his touch.

"So you believe we're soulmates?"

"Mm, I've always known."

"And why didn't you tell me?" you grin, tilting your head to the side.

"I peeled you tangerines."

His words seem to ignite something within you, memories of each time he peeled you oranges flooding back. Every birthday, each time you were sad, every time the fruit was near.

You stand up, straddling Hyunjin's lap, and then you kiss his eye mole, then the one on his cheek, trailing down his jaw mole, his neck, his arms.

"What are you doing?" he giggles, warm hands on your lower back.

"Making sure those moles show up in our next life too."

And at your words, Hyunjin swore that the citrusy scent of tangerines suddenly wafted in the air.

washing my hair, doing the laundry, late night TV i want you only

Your legs are comfortably propped on top of Hyunjin's, matching pairs of beige pajamas seamlessly merging into one another. The sweet scent of shampoo lingers in the air—a fragrance Hyunjin carefully massaged into your hair twenty minutes ago, his fingers still as gentle as they grazed your scalp, now at the age of twenty-six.

Nearly two decades later, Hyunjin still knows that he loves you. It is a different one from the love he felt at seven—a metamorphosis akin to the moon's phases, from crescent to full, distinct yet continuous. It clung to his being, melted into the very essence of his soul.

"Just how many white shirts do you own?" you giggle, folding another pair of Hyunjin's clothing, the melody of your laughter still rattling the insides of his heart. He smiles sheepishly, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before responding, "You wear half of them with me."

"Your clothes are mine. You agreed on this when you proposed to me," you state matter-of-factly.

"And what else did I agree on?" he smiles, placing two pairs of matching socks in the basket—yours and his.

"That you'd kiss me instead of doing the laundry," you say mischievously, and he chuckles, tilting his head back. The clothes are momentarily forgotten as he lowers your body onto the couch, one hand cradling your head.

"You know I can't say no to you," he smiles, left dimple appearing as it always does when you're near.

"I know," you grin, pulling him down by the hem of his pajamas, your lips meeting his.

Hyunjin still kisses you with the same quiet passion, slowly, as if rediscovering you all over again. His hand cradles your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek gently, as his lips find yours again and again—rosy, plump, seeking solace in your familiar warmth.

He's always been drawn to mysteries, grand things, and overwhelming emotions that defy comprehension. Things he'd never fully know, things he'd never be bored of. Yet, with you, it's different; he knows you, he's learned you, and he loves you more every day—purposefully, by choice, because he can't fathom a reality where he doesn't.

His lips press upon yours one last time before he pulls you onto his lap, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "You smell nice," he whispers.

"I smell like you."

"I know," he smiles, a gentle breeze escaping his lips and caressing your skin.

He closes his eyes, savoring the quietness, the domesticity of the scene—the folded laundry on the table, the background hum of the TV, the meal you'll cook later, waltzing under the fridge's light. You, the one love of his life—the small love and the grand one, the first love and the last one. The embodiment of it all.

Your arms drape around his shoulders as you relax in his hold, your breaths syncing into a tranquil rhythm. He's built himself a home in the ridges of your collarbones, a place for him to rest in the crook of your shoulder blade. Both of you are okay, both of you are safe.

"Do you remember when we were seven? We traveled together for the first time," you speak after a while, a weighty emotion enveloping your voice.

"I do."

"You promised me we'd run away when we grow older."

"I did."

"I don't want to run anymore. I'm content with you, right here," you whisper, and the words feel like sunflowers blooming in Hyunjin's chest. "I was so scared of growing up, of never feeling like I belong. To myself, to anyone. But I do, with you."

"Always," he pulls away, bringing your hand to his mouth, leaving sweet kisses on your ring finger.

"Thank you, my Hyune," you say, tears gathering in your eyes like morning dewdrops on leaves. "Thank you for peeling my oranges."

Your nose brushes against his, his thumb drawing circles on your palm.

"Thank you for pretending you don't know how to."

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factual-fantasy · 2 months

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26 ASKS! THANKS EVERYONE! 🥰✨

Me too man. But my mental and physical health is kind'a tanking atm. I just don't have the energy to pick up a passion project of that scale right now..

If you're patient and stick around though, we're bound to see more of my FNAF security breach AU someday.. Once I can get on top of all this crap I'm dealing with-

I AM restingggg �� I haven't left my home for any significant amount of time for like 3 weeks- I cant rest any harder! XD

@beryl-shade

Google seems to suggest that an oreo cookie character already exists. "Prime Oreo Cookie" I believe..? :0

@solst1ce-sketches (In response to this post(?))

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like him!! :}}

(First repair guy) (Second repair guy)

They are different repair guys, and they both do not have a name.. 😔

@lobitowhiteeliaz

Not quite sure what you're asking.. so I'll just answer in multiple ways!

My favorite movies of all time are Pixars cars 1 and 3. I cannot watch either without crying 😭 they are my absolute favorites and I hold them very close to my soul 💖

Still to this day, even after all this time, Gravity Falls is my top favorite show. Despite all the cringe I made for it back in the day- it still holds up as my most beloved show I've ever drawn about.

As for fandom, like the people? I thiiiink the FNAF fandom was my favorite to interact with..? I remember a lot of interaction with the fans in general, which meant a lot to me :)

Bibi and Cici are just odd little critters XD though Bibi is very cat-like in nature and Cici is based on a mouse :0

I'm not sure how they feel about being dolls. I'd assume they don't really mind it! XD

Not sure what you mean but I assume you're right XDD

@something3706

Thank you! Though I don't take requests, sorry!

She is indeed a kid, but that's becuase all I had to go off of was her info picture and fanart I saw of her. For some reason a lot of art I saw of Sally depicted her as this total gremlin character that's always getting into trouble.

So I thought hey! Why not make it so she fell to "Earth" as a little tot and was raised by Poppy? In present day she could be like 13-15 and her chaotic energy would make sense and be fun to mess with!

Though after watching GTlive do a vid on the Halloween update, I realize that I wrote her personality completely wrong. Sooo I miiight need to rework her entire story and character- whoops! <XDD

Considering Sally is gonna need some restructuring, I'm not sure where Poppy stands atm-- <:DD

@fawncr33k

I saw your comment on a post that shows you now know the answer to this- but just to clarify it for everyone else!-

Octo and Seafoam are not gay, nor a couple. Seafoam's heart belongs to Blue Beauty! Him and Octo are just friends/brothers.

Also thank you! :DD I'm honored!

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA Thank you!! :DD I've very glad you like them! :D And I'm not sure how a meeting with the pirates and cowboys would go.. its funny though becuase a lot of Canned Tuna's design was copied from Canned Beans cookie. Even the name! So if they ever met maybe they'd have a stand off XDD

I haven't thought much about how the Captain would react.. maybe the Vegimals are something he just cant wrap his head around and chooses not to talk about it XDD

BUT CALICO JACK!! SEEING VEGIMALS BEFORE?? WHY HAVEN'T I THOUGHT OF THAT!! The Vegimals could be these huge fish creatures when they grow old! And Jack could have SEEN ONE/HEARD OF THEM BEFORE!! Why didn't I think of that?? XDD I'll have to draw something like that sometime!!

@yourstrulylightstar283

Thank you so much!! :D My favorite Donkey Kong game has to be the only one I've ever played, the original Donkey Kong Country!

I also loved Diddy Kong racing, though I see that it doesn't count <XD

@astaherussy

I've heard of Hazbin Hotel, and Helluva boss. I saw the Hazbin pilot ages ago and have seen some episodes of Helluva.. Though they're not really my taste.. <:/

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

:D Thank you! Now I didn't really do any proper research after the fact so I hope the Octonauts info is accurate! <XDD

THANK YOU!!! :DDD

@djh4l0v3rv3r

I think Poppy Playtime it pretty neat! Though I haven't seen a playthrough of chapter 3 yet so I haven't formed an opinion on the smiling critters. :0 Other than their smiles are WAY too big and creepy XDDD

Holy cow.. what a crazy read! I'm not much of a gamer myself but I have GOT to watch somebody play this! :00 Thank you for the info! :D

@raptor1312

WAIT THIS GAME WAS ON THE WII?? I was thinking it was a fangame made for PC??? Like on steam?? ITS A LEGIT RELEASE?? WHAT???

(Post in question)

It was sooooo much tedious coloringggg... 💀💀 Worth it tho XDD

(Post in question)

AAAA IM GLAD YOU NOTICED!! :DD

@shaziztrazh

AWWWW!! HOW COOL!! I love the mermaid approach!! :DD SO PREBBY!!! ✨🤩✨🥥✨

Also thank you so much!! :DDD

(Post in question)

XDD Turns out ditto is my spirit Pokémon-

@nunyabusiness459

AAAA I'm so glad you're interested in him! Uuuunfortunately,, looking back it seems the only artwork I have of Melvin is just a bunch of strange angst for no good reason-

So I'm afraid I don't really have any artwork to share,, and most of the story has already been told.. but this ask makes me want to come back to Melvin sometime! Maybe expand on his story more, or just draw him again in general!

So thank you for the ask/interest, perhaps we'll see more of Melvin someday! :D

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angelsdemonsandhumans · 9 months

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❝𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲❞

I am planning to write a story. A story that could be made up of several parts.

In this story you will be a human player, an unbridled fan of obey me, who doesn't realize that after all, the mc won't remain only inside game.

Plot;

The love you had for that game was colossal, so much to become obsessed with it. There wasn't a day that you didn't think about them, you wanted to live with them more than anything else, you were much better off with those animated characters than with your own friends. What you didn't realize, was that what you dreamed about was right in front of you. And that maybe, you were not as "normal" as you thought you were. But that will soon lead you to live the way you had always dreamed of; you always wanted to be with the brothers, with the angels, and finally you had the opportunity to do it. You could not be happier. Let's say that all that happened was; on a normal day of your normal life, someone found out that you aren't someone to be left alone that way. You had to control whatever ball of power you had inside you, since it still didn't manifest; it meant you were still in right time to take control of it. However, don't expect your life to be the same, after that. It all started during an apparently casual school day, where you met a rather peculiar boy. Belphegor.

What do you think? Let me know with comments! Asks, everything! If you like it, I might also use that as a motivation to keep it going.

The start under the cut! (This is just a little part, the next parts will be longer)

You loved Obey me.

You passionately loved all the characters, you deeply loved the engaging story, and you loved every single detail of that game. Especially the characters, of course. Their lively personalities, the actions they take, and the way they interact with you, the player, were simply mesmerizing. You loved them intensely, you felt a deep connection with them, almost as if they were real friends. You were ashamed to talk about it openly in front of your friends, after all it was just a game right? But you almost preferred to stay indoors playing Obey me than to go out.

You had an incredibly crowded group of friends, to be honest. But you never really felt like a part of it; they hung out frequently, and the times you spent time together were mostly at school. You also went out with them outside school, but only rarely. And then, browsing their stories on Instagram, you always saw all of them together, while the only person missing in those images was always you. In any case, you never really felt integrated into that group, so you preferred to remain confined to the comfort of your solitude.

You were closely attached to all the characters, so when they were hurt it hurt you too, you were happy with them. It was like a second family. They were your second family.

At that moment, you were sitting in your school desk, surrounded by a busy atmosphere. Next to you was your "best friend", animatedly conversing with your crush. Like any teenager your age, you were engulfed in love. But that crush was something extraordinary, even if the girl you liked was not yet a full-fledged acquaintance. Thus, you understood that it was necessary to approach her to find out if the interest was destined to fade or transform into something more lasting. Meanwhile, your phone placed in front of the case, (cleverly placed to avoid the professor to notice it) turned on; a notification from Obey me. But you didn't see it anyway.

Your best friend, Cristiano, was deep in conversation with Erika. In your eyes, she was a beautiful girl. Her black wavy hair framed her face, while her blue eyes shone with a magnetic fascination. Every time she smiled, she was just lovely. She had a unique style, and you admired every single one of her outfits when she arrived at school. You didn't even realize you were staring at her again, enraptured by her beauty.

«Mc, you need something?» Her angelic voice made you jump, and you blinked, looking at her. She really was gorgeous... your best friend gave you a slight, provocative smile. You didn't know how to answer, the words were taken out of your mouth at that moment.

«Ah.. uhm.. sorry» You suddenly felt like apologizing for staring at her in a disconcerting way, and you immediately lowered your gaze towards the counter, feeling a wave of embarrassment overwhelm you. Suddenly, you jumped as the start-up sound of Obey Me blasted loudly from your phone. The home screen lit up, revealing the charming face of the white-haired demon. Your momentary fear prompted you to quit the game quickly, your heart racing like a speeding train.

Your best friend watched you with a puzzled look, as did Erika and the other classmates, while the professor also focused on the scene that was unfolding.

Then, other than the adult inside the classroom, the whole room erupted in uproarious laughter, while you were left with cheeks burning with a vivid blush, a mix of shame and embarrassment that enveloped you like a thick fog.

The white-haired boy stuck in your head after that unwanted apparition. You couldn't deny your soft spot for all the white haired boys in the game; Mammon, Solomon and Raphael had won your heart with their unique charm (and you knew they'd be flattered to know). However, at that moment, you would have given anything to disappear from the face of the earth, wishing you could just erase your existence.

༺💜༻

«What was that?!» once again, your best friend put a hand on your shoulder outside the classroom, bursting out laughing thinking back to the moment lived and your priceless expression. It had been a hilarious episode for him.

However, you remained silent, not saying a word. You just took your headphones out of your pocket and plugged them into your phone, eager to isolate yourself from the outside world and immerse yourself in the music. «Oh come on Mc, it was fun!» Cristiano gave you a light shake on the shoulder, still laughing, while you just grimaced and muttered that it wasn't funny for you at all.

Finally he ventured towards the rest of the group, stepping outside quickly. They had also asked you to join them, but aware that Cristiano would speak about your embarrassing moment in class, you had decided to avoid further discussions and had preferred to spend recess alone.

While you were immersed in your thoughts, staring at the screen of your cell phone, a voice interrupted your isolation: «Hey, can I sit?» You looked up and noticed that you weren't going to spend recess exactly alone...

You had settled on the garden bench outside school, taking off your headphones. You would have opened Obey Me in minutes.

In front of you was a mysterious boy. Though you never noticed him before, it was clear he couldn't be a newcomer. Perhaps you had simply never paid attention to him... his hair, probably dyed, had a blue tinge to it and gave off a strange aura. He looked especially tired, as if the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders. Having no reason to object his question, you made room for him on the bench and he took a seat next to you. His voice was incredibly soft. It was a striking contrast to your friends, who had loud, thick voices. Some didn't even sound like they were supposed to sound (Cristiano was 18 years old and had the voice of a 25 year old).

He didn't seem interested in having a conversation, or maybe he just wasn't even awake. He had literally dropped onto the bench. His position seemed extremely uncomfortable, but it was as if sleep had overtaken him with no consideration for comfort.

Sighing, you turned your attention to your phone. Leaning back comfortably on the bench, you opened Obey Me and made sure the volume was turned down. You wanted to immerse yourself in that world again, even if for a few minutes.

Belphegor appeared on the main screen. You appreciated him, albeit reluctantly, but the indomitable chaos of lesson 16 could not be forgotten. It was he, after all, who had ended your existence without apology.

In the D.D.D's home Simeon appeared. He hastened to give you a warm greeting, and you would have loved if you could hear his voice, but you didn't have much time to play before recess was to end. Just 10 minutes more. A spontaneous smile painted itself on your face, illuminating your eyes for some seconds.

you had 99+ messages, 5 calls, 2 friend requests on the left side, and the daemons at :D jobs had done their job, and you could use nightmare 1 time. But you weren't interested; your instant destination was RAD, so you pressed for tasks. You were in lesson 52; stuck, from days. Because you couldn't beat those dancing little black demons.

But you decided to try anyway, hoping for a more positive result that time. Or rather, those times since you were obviously losing, it was the 5th time you tried again, and you felt like the phone was going to fly at any moment.

And victory slipped through your fingers again as time was up, and the demons had won. You let out a frustrated sigh.

«Want some help?» You jumped so violently that the phone almost slipped out of your hand, as you turned around to face the boy you thought was asleep only seconds before. But when did he wake up? And how had he managed to approach so silently? He could have rested his head on your shoulder, his closeness was almost intimate. The tuft that partially covered his right eye looked a little annoying, but maybe it was simply a feature he was used to.

«E-excuse me?»

«Ah, sorry» the boy settled down comfortably, pulling back and leaving you enough personal space. «My name is Belphegor, nice to meet you» He declared with a lazy smile. «I was attempting to sleep but.. I guess I can't. I saw you having a little mental breakdown over that dance battle» he explained in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice, tilting his head to the side as he stared disinterestedly at your phone.

A boy you've never seen comes to ask if he can sit next to you, he collapses on the bench to sleep, has blue hair and a tuft that covers half his face, and his name is Belphegor.

It's a joke, right?

«What are you, an exchange student?»

«Actually yes, I am. The principal told me not to talk about it» he shrugged indifferently.

You stared at him.

You stared at him for a long time.

You stared at him for a long time without looking away.

«You are what?»

He seemed to start to get annoyed, so you decided to stop; you didn't have the slightest idea who he was and, although it was a stupid idea (and it could also have been your friend playing a joke on you but this was too good an actor), you were a little afraid that his words matched what you thought.

«Um.. you wanted to help me?»

«...I am sleepy again»

You watched him intently as he leaned back against the solid bench, before turning his head to one side and reclining there with apparent comfort (a position that was incomprehensible to you). He seemed to fall asleep again, sinking into a deep sleep. You jumped up, and almost made an awkward jog arriving inside the corridors of the school, where a sudden breath caught you, leading you to reflect on the idea of dedicating yourself for some gym, after all.

«Beel would not have all these problems..» you huffed, pulling yourself straight and jumping «Why people keep spwaning in front of me like this?!» Cristina, Cristiano's twin, looked at you perplexed, then smiled slightly amused.

«Sorry Mc.. I just wanted to go out and you happened to come in. see you later» she walked out of the school, and you followed her with your eyes before turning in front of you and start to walk again.

More and more each day you yearned to live with those brothers. Belphegor certainly wouldn't have killed you, you wouldn't even have actually climbed those stairs. Lucifer had said no, and Lucifer was scary!

«What a burden...» you whispered to yourself, as you put the headphones back on your head, immersing yourself in your playlist dedicated to the game. "Choose me" was the selected track that time.

There were 5 minutes left of recess and you hadn't touched any food unfortunately. You weren't even hungry if you came to think of it; you decided to go directly to class, sitting in your seat.

If it was true that Belphegor was the avatar of Sloth and he was there as an exchange student (so Lucifer didn't chain him in the attic), was there a human who was took as an exchange student in the devildom? So the game would have been real, it would have been cool.. right? You sighed. Even if they were real, you'd never be like the "Mc" in the game.

Come on, you couldn't even make human friends, how could you think that demons could accept you better than those friends of your did?

You rested your head on your arms, slumped wearily in your desk, sighing bitterly. You were hopelessly alone, in the end you were always alone.

They didn't exist, and your friends weren't friends.

You turned slowly towards the window that overlooked the garden; from that perspective, it was possible to clearly see the bench where you had spent moments in the company of Belphegor. There he was, in all his solitude. He lay carelessly on the bench, one arm behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. His flowing hair enveloped 70% of his face, particularly in the position he was in at the time.

You wondered if he really was a demon… and then, without warning, you jerked your head up.

A smile crossed your face, almost like a child looking for trouble.

You had a plan in mind, a way to provoke and test him.

And depending on how he evolved, if he was a real demon… well, you would have seen his loss of control, his transformation.

Obviously you didn't think it would actually happen... you just wanted to do something different that year, you wanted to have a new experience, and keep your mind busy. And you knew exactly how. (You didn't even think he was really Belphegor, the avatar of sloth. I mean you had a fear at first, but it was such a remote reality, so unimaginable... demons didn't exist, did they? You just took it as a fun thing to do... But what you didn't expect, and what would shock you, was that it wouldn't turn out the way you thought.)

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Episode Seven: Wolfwood

It's a lovely evening in No Man's Land, and you are a horrible cultist.

The more I think about the idea that Legato wasn't ordered to do this, the more sense it makes to me. Let's do a count of assets this craziness puts into peril. We have the Punisher, highly chemically compatible and on an assignment already, who really doesn't need to be under more stress. We have the Doublefang, who's even better than the Punisher since he heals without the drugs, and through him Wolfwood learns that the Eye of Michael can't be trusted to keep its word.

We have the Plant aboard the steamer, as Zazie points out, and I'm not sure Legato is as concerned about it as he claims to be. We have the steamer itself, a relic of the spacefaring age with plenty of still-functional technology on board even if the humans can't do much with it. (And isn't that interesting? They seem to have just stuck a steam engine in there and closed off the rest. Cool worldbuilding details.) It travels to and from July - I suspect it carries at least some cargo and personnel for the cult. Speaking of, we have Hopeland Orphanage and its stock of potential subjects, which we know for a fact the Eye has its stamp on.

Finally we have Vash, who's one of the cult's figures of worship. He's the only living thing that Legato's "beautiful angel" truly cares about. Even if Legato's plan is a success, is achieving Wolfwood's perfect loyalty worth losing any one of the rest, let alone Vash? I really have to wonder how Legato planned to explain any of this.

Of course, he does explain, doesn't he? You must give up on your little brother and face reality. I must take everything you love from you so that you can fulfil your noble purpose as a weapon. What we're seeing is Legato's first demonstration of his character to come, building sadistic traps to force painful choices upon his target, but also a glimpse of what awaits Vash at the end of his journey. Where could Legato have learned his definition of love? And let's not forget that he refers to his feelings as love in the first place.

He's such a drama queen. Can't wait to see him ruining everything next season.

So much in this two-parter is amazing, but I think a somewhat underrated moment is Vash preventing Wolfwood from killing Livio with that insane trick shot. My boy frees Wolfwood from a horrific mental trap because no one should have to choose between the things that they love, the things that keep them alive. Best of boys. Precious darling. He wants so, so badly for there to be a way out for him.

I'm hesitant to discuss Livio that much, because we, uh, really don't learn that much about him? We see the sad little boy in Nick's memories - which I have reason to suspect are not entirely the objective truth - and we have the stumbling puppet who boards the steamer. He isn't in a position to make his thoughts known, except once, and, well… it’s a decisive demonstration. But one that precludes any further participation. I have read the manga, yes, and I know what he's like there, but my feeling is that's more what he'll become than what he is now. There seems to be one fairly significant change, however: Razlo, and Livio's attitude toward him.

Razlo's there. I'm sure he's there. But is he always there in the same way? Is Livio so out of it because he's under the mask's control, or is it Razlo the mask keeps supressed? And when it becomes damaged, why does what Livio see in the mirror so horrify him? Does Livio even know who else is in his mind?

(We get our first glimpse of Chapel, too.)

(Somehow I feel like I'm not going to be a fan of this guy.)

They didn't save Livio, but he got to make a choice. Even if it was a choice they wish he hadn't made.

Speaking of choices!

Meryl and Roberto continue to be the show's main source of comedy - the dub work for the Bad Lads Gang is so funny. Poor Meryl's teary little face when they bring up the Worms. Them being all excited about getting on the cover of an outlaw magazine, whatever that is. Roberto just being all welp, this might as well happen when he learns the faltering steamer has a space age cannon stuck to the top and that still works.

Not enough booze in the world.

And then Meryl makes a choice. Roberto's right, on some level - they're not soldiers. They're not fighters. By any sane standard this is not their fucking job. But there is no one else who can do it. Regardless of ability, there's simply no one else who's been given the choice between standing there, taking the risk, or fleeing with the knowledge you could have done something and didn't. So Meryl makes her stand... and I realised that Roberto does too, because he faces the same choice. They all do! There's something they all want to protect more than anything else. Such different people with such vastly different skills and life experiences all have something in common, and they work together to realise their purpose. It's the second time in the series this has happened and disaster's been averted with their efforts. I just!

Of course then things get even crazier and we move into what might be among my favourite action sequences in the entire series? It's admittedly hard to narrow it down. This has been extensively dissected elsewhere, but it really might have the most beautiful cinematography (especially in the Plant room - ethereal, and then the hard cut comparison to the steel and scorching flesh of Wolfwood's efforts and I'm reduced to helpless arm-waving). But I think there's one detail I want to emphasise?

Cool watery blue and burning fiery orange-red, yes. Gorgeous contrast. But both also have just a dash of the opposing colours. The two aren't so far apart, each holding part of the other - fundamentally connected, in spite of all the ways they're different.

#trigun stampede #tristampparty #trigun meta #meta: tristampparty episodes #i know i seem quiet about vash and it's because whenever i think about him my brain turns to mush #best boy. perfect boy. why must he suffer #i will give him every donut #there are a lot of reasons i'm angry with knives #but we do sort of agree that vash needs to take better care of himself #knives's methods are just. EXTREMELY COUNTERPRODUCTIVE

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I'm sorry to bombard you like this, but you're like a therapist. So I want this winter break to end as soon as possible. Because seeing how many fans of different drivers enjoy fresh content, Oscar fans suffer a little. I mean, I should be used to it because I've been a Sebastian fan for the last 16 years and it's not news to me that someone disappears during the winter break. But it's different with Oscar and I feel a little sad about it. Well. I'm almost 27 years old and I miss a guy who doesn't know me. Can you write me something comforting? Thank you in advance! <3

don't apologize anon!! but let me just say I'm not remotely qualified as a therapist and could probably do with a second one for myself but I will absolutely try to offer comfort <3<3

ohhhh dude as someone who is only just now learning abt Seb in a fandom way I know you've already had it tough bc not only is that man charismatic and hilarious and beautiful he's also SO private. Oscar at least is so lowkey even in media engagement that it's not a huge surprise when he doesn't show up otherwise. but there's a reason I tag Seb "sun king". dude shines brighter than the screens behind a podium when he shows up. I don't know if I believe the rumors of him returning to F1 at all but I do think he's going to get back into a more public facing position at some point (and likely get back into racing in some capacity).

I think w Oscar what's been getting me is how excavation is the best way to get to know him and acquire content rather than relying on regular updates. I wish we had those too or at least the content from fans recognizing him - and maybe that will happen more w time. but I'm much more a feelings person than a fan person and Oscar's just really worked his pale little hands into my heart ??

I always felt like the intensity in his eyes when he looks at certain friends just had to have something behind it than that being his resting face. bc his resting face is basically 'please let me sleep sitting up' asgfaslglfsa. but the way he looks at Logan and Lando is so similar and the more I learn about loscar lore the more I realize I'm not just seeing things with him and Lando. it's not at all the same relationship but it's coming from the same place for Oscar in terms of his qualities as a person.

bc pre-F1 Oscar was wayyyy more open and expressive about his competitiveness and his celebrations etc - just overall way more open in general. so the amount that he kept checking in on Logan and making sure he was included over all the years they've been boys and young men from karting to F1… idk man that's extremely special and unusual coming from a privileged kid in a male dominated environment where the one goal is for the individual to win. sure, plenty of guys form strong friendships in those years and a lot of them had to leave home young to pursue racing beyond the karting level.

but for Oscar to not only have lived alone in the UK from age 14 and be in that environment and to be as motivated and hungry as he was it just says so much that he's still close with all the guys from his boarding school (where he had an attendance of under 40% !!) and that he's kept Logan close this whole time. esp after reading the Player's Tribune article about him we know that Logan's got a soft heart and that he's a "worrier" and just how hard it hit when his own family left him to return to the US. he often felt like an outsider and like, Oscar being the same age and being even further from his own family but some part of him still said to latch onto this American kid in particular. they were literally directly competing but Logan's even confirmed how it never affected their friendship. including Oscar interrupting a major victory for himself bc it was marked by Logan crashing out early and rushing to console Logan in person !! that's so unbelievably tender ?? winning these series' is the one thing in the world these boys want when they compete - but Oscar's thinking about his friend right when he wins ;__; kinda makes you think about how Oscar didn't spend one second celebrating as much as he rightly could have over that sprint win and consciously avoided bringing it up so often that Lando does it for him ;__;

and when the rest of the F1 grid is name dropping the right guys for fans to go crazy when it comes to quiz questions etc, Oscar goes right to Logan and Zhou bc he's actually known them the longest. and whenever there's the drivers parade or anything that brings the teams together, he's seeking those two out. when you consider the huge divide that formed when Oscar got the McLaren updates and especially after the sprint win he technically was in the company of all those guys at the front of the grid socially. he started getting those coveted fist bumps! but if he could spot Logan or Zhou he'd move or change his seat just to be with them.

and lol we know now that Oscar's been a major Lando fanboy since he moved to the UK so he'll also have seen how small and young Lando was for what he was achieving. he'll also have seen when Lando started opening up about his mental health struggles. and considering how much we've seen that Oscar leans liberal and socially sympathetic is in his likes and reposted content etc (esp him showing such a major social conscience during covid about people needing to protect the vulnerable) we know it isn't a leap to assume he understands/appreciates Lando standing for social progress within F1.

add to that Oscar having liked content that was to do with team atmospheres and cultures and Oscar himself being approached by McLaren when Lando started running circles around Daniel and all that drama was going on, of which Oscar was made painfully aware. oh and add that Oscar also liked carlando stuff back when Carlos was with McLaren… Oscar had so much knowledge about what to expect as Lando's teammate… and yet!

Oscar very specifically has never tried to create a 'bromance' with Lando when it would've been so easy! the Lando effect was right there! and we know from the Prema content that Oscar could've been how he was with Robert and Arthur and a landoscar bromance at least close to carlando and dando could've been born! it would've made Oscar's life so much easier in terms of being accepted by McLaren fans to yuk it up and be the cheesy jokes/exasperated guy from twitter (that everyone already knew him to be) to Lando's well-known hyperactive youtuber personality!

and we know he wasn't suddenly quiet and reserved out of nerves because Prema's social media popularity had fully prepared him for going viral and he'd done a ton of F1 track media stuff during his reserve driver year!

and the staring at Lando thing officially stopped being a fluke or something he did out of nerves as well because welp, it just get happening! Oscar shadows Lando and Oscar stands back slightly to let Lando have more of the spotlight and Oscar has endless patience with Lando and says "no I'll keep you happy!" when Lando tells him what to do!

Oscar is smart! Oscar is very aware of what the people he cares about are feeling! Oscar takes note of their personalities and accepts them for who they are! Oscar pays attention to what is going on around him in an intelligent and sympathetic way! Oscar doesn't default to posting the people he's closest to! Oscar views certain things as - if not 'sacred' - at least deeply important and not something to joke or be flippant about! his friendships supercede even his passion for winning!

Logan feels deeply and doesn't mind people knowing it! Lando feels deeply and doesn't mind people knowing it!

Oscar watches Logan and Lando closely with those focused brown eyes and Oscar is drawn to the people in his life who feel most vulnerable and Oscar interrupts his own victories to consider Logan and Lando !!!!!!!!

anon I assumed you wouldn't mind but all of this is to say that while we may never get Oscar appearing as frequently on social media as the other drivers - especially in winter - Oscar is someone we should use our down time looking more deeply into as a person because still waters running deep etc. what content we do have about him is so worth savoring I think.

because I for one definitely have taken too much about him for granted thinking he was Just a Guy and I was very very wrong about that.

I hope that helped a little??

#inchreplies #oscar the beloved #landoscar #loscar #inchidentallyanessay

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🖤 all consenting adults here

🖤 WC +2.5k

I'm making this one for the anime boys we love to fantasize about. You know the ones who are eternally annoyed with everyone and everything.

The ones who have a bad attitude and who are never scared to speak their mind. The ones who talk a big game because they are 100 percent willing and able to back it up.

I'm talking about the ones who break out those 1k killawatt smiles just before throwing hands.

I'm talking about the ones who always complement their golden hearted counter foe/rival/main characters so well because they're the ones who you could easily see flipping that switch if it ever came to it.

Yeah them. They're the ones.

So that's this is for you, because if you feign like I do, you believe they would fuck the the way they fight 🥵🥵🥵

Names: Bakugo, Vegeta, Todo, Baji, Sanemi, Genya, etc. (aged +)

After a stressful week, you tell him how much you'd love to go out and dance to which he replied that he doesn't feel like going out dancing tonight. Fore one, he doesn't really dance and he doesn't like crowds.

— But, it was exactly like him to tell you no and then turn around and surprise you. Sometimes you wondered if he would do so just to see you pouting because as much as hated to admit it, he loves to see the way your face lit up when he would surprise you.

Surely enough, after he picked you up from work he told you he would be taking you home to get ready while he took care of a few things. You begged him to tell you what you were getting ready for. But he was so attuned to you that he easily redirected your focus telling you to start thinking about what you'd wanna wear. He even followed that up by letting the top down and putting on your favorite song so you would sing and dance.

Later that night

You could hardly contain your excitement. You loved how he always found a way to make you smile. His constant attitude towards the rest of the world made him seem like a complete ass and some wondered what you saw in him but you knew your big meanie would let the world burn if it meant making you happy.

And tonight was the first time you would actually get a glimpse of that.

You got dolled up. Dressing in the outfit you felt the sexiest in. You wanted your outer beauty to reflect how good you were feeling on the inside. But what's more is that you knew that showing a little (shoulder/cleavage/leg) would definitely make it that much harder to wait until he could get his hands on you.

What he had planned started your night perfectly. You took some time to walk through the streets of downtown to enjoy the fresh air. He was a gentleman, carrying you over puddles, reaching for your hand whenever you smiled at him. Usually, he wasn't a fan of PDA but seeing you in the outfit you wore made him a little more handsy, but you didn't mind the attention. He kept close to your side, seeing how many heads would turn your way when you walked by.

He checked his watch and let you know that he was calling an Uber to take you to your next destination. When your car arrived you slipped inside trying not to expose the secret of not wearing any underwear just yet. You wanted that part to be a surprise for later. You sat in the car riding in a comfortable silence. You were just so happy to be there with him at that moment. To everyone else he was unapproachable. But to you he was your everything and you were his.

You smiled to yourself as you watched him. His permanent scowl never wavered as he made sure the driver kept his eyes on the road and not on you. You shook your head and laughed to yourself. He was the cutest.

His eyes softened when he glanced down at you, "What is it?"

You lean on his shoulder and start to trace some of the lines along his beautifully inked bicep. "It's nothing, — I just like that you have this thing you do..."

You paused to blush as you found it a little silly to still have such girlish tendencies when it came to this sort of thing. His hand moved to your thigh and he squeezed, "what thing do I do?"

"...it's just, I see how you're always watching...Everything and everyone. It feels nice. It makes me feel safe, thank you."

To this he scoffed and looked out the window. "I'm your man, it's my job to protect you. You don't need to thank me for that."

You swooned, feeling the butterflies and kissed his hand and he squeezed your leg again in return.

You arrived.

Again your heart soared when you saw how he took the time to find a cute little (bar/club/dancehall). He had even invited your friends out, all just for you to have the night you wanted.

You told him you just wanted to dance and you did exactly that. After a few drinks, the music felt louder and the rhythm moved through you. Your man stood his guard just off to the side watching you move on the dance floor.

It didn't last long at all though. As soon as the first mouth breather approached you for a dance, your man was on your heels and then in front of you.

"She's with me" was all he said and his opponent clearly didn't appreciate losing out, but mostly he didn't like how close the man stood.

Sensing the tension you wedged yourself between the two and grabbed for your mans hands. You placed them on your hips and started to sway the music. You danced like nothing was wrong, hoping to pull his attention back to you, but the intense stare down continued. You reached up and brushed your fingers over the back of his neck as you pushed your ass into his crotch a little more. You tugged at him, begging him to let it go.

Finally you felt him squeeze your waist. Said mouthbreather retreated into the sea of people and relief flooded through you and you continued to dance. He hated dancing but he could move enough to follow the way you would twirl your hips and arch that ass against him.

He kept that hand splayed perfectly between your hips and his fingertips rested just above your pussy which he didn't know was bare under your outfit. His bulge gave you a little encouragement to cop a few feels of your own just to watch his cheeks turn red from how much you teased him.

You danced the night away and enjoyed yourself just as he wanted you to. You both headed outside to wait for another Uber. Nothing could ruin how good you felt. It was everything you could've wanted and more.

That is until the mouth breather reappeared. As you exited the venue, more and more people were spilling out around you. You overheard his attempts to get a rise out of your man. He talked out the side of his neck making his petty comments as he passed by with his group of Neanderthals.

You both ignored them. Well, you did but he was definitely on edge. You felt all the muscles in his arms growing rigid and automatically, you tucked yourself into the safety of his arms.

Something sunk in your gut as your hair stood on end. You felt the energy shifting and suddenly you were aware of just how many people were around. Your heart started beating so fast that all of the noise around you seemed to grow silent.

The group from earlier had started to move a little differently. You noticed so you knew that he did too.

You took his hand and encouraged him to walk with you and to your relief he obliged. You hoped the men would be satisfied if they thought you both had been scared off.

You walked for a while and he stopped to check his phone. Your Uber had canceled due to you both not being at the pickup location. Annoyed, you saw the way his temples flared as his jaw clenched. He was still on edge and you were too. But instead you smiled as you slipped your hand into his.

He found another, but your tricky location in the city made it so that you had to meet the car closer to where you first started out. As you headed back, you complained of your feet being tired and he swept you up into his arms bridal style making you laugh.

As you neared the venue, a car rolled past and stopped a few feet ahead of you both. You expected him to stop walking but he didn't.

Instead he calmly walked past the idling car and didn't look in their direction. Your entire body stiffened when you heard one of the car doors open.

Still he carried you as if nothing was wrong. A loud whistle made your stomach drop and your throat instantly went dry. " Aye, I bet you let your bitch shake it for you too huh??"

This time he stopped dead in his tracks. He set you down on your feet and touched your face. You didn't know what was happening but you wanted to keep going until you could get the hell outta there. " Let's go, baby please." You pleaded , tugging his arm but he pulled you back and took your hands into his. "You worried about me or something?" You stared at him confused "of course I am, let's just go."

" It's all right sweetheart, I'll take you home if he wont"

His thumb brushed the back of your fist and he placed a comforting kiss on your hand. A daunting grimace replaced his scowl. " I'll just need a minute, stay here and I'll be right back." He said, kissing the top of your forehead and turning his back to you.

He walked toward the group of men who were all out of the car at this point. Even though this made you panic, something about the way he looked at you before he turned away told you that everything would be ok.

He didn't waste any time talking as he approached them. It all went down so fast because— well, he was fast.

Clearly none of them expected what came next. The way he moved with so much agility and prowess was surely something his opponents hadn't seen coming.

And you...

Well, you knew he was strong. You knew he could fight. But you had never seen it like this. And you never expected the way it would make you want to jump his bones. When it was all said and done, he charged back toward you and took your hand in his. He was practically dragging you along as he rushed to get away from the scene before any police could show. He turned a corner and pulled you to him.

His intention was to make sure you were ok but your mind was preoccupied with what you had just witnessed. When he went to touch your face and your eye caught on the harsh bruising on his knuckles, you took his hand with both of yours and kissed the back of his jagged fist. For the first time you had seen what brutal lengths he would go to to protect you, and this made you feral.

Back at home.

As soon as you entered the door, you threw yourself at him and latched on tight. He held on to your legs that clung to his waist tight as he kissed your lips and he carried you to the couch.

He laid you down gently and sat up to strip out of his tattered shirt revealing a few fresh bruises across his tight abs much to your enjoyment. So much anticipation could've killed you. It was like every second this man was not inside of you was agony. He lifted your dress and paused to grope your bare ass with his massive hands. His smile made you quiver between the legs as you pleaded for him to fuck you.

He gripped the hem of your dress and tore the fibers away from your body like they were made of paper and again he stopped. If only for a moment to admire the beautiful bundle of writhing flesh that was you, so sensitive to his touch as he skimmed his hand down from your neck, between your breasts, and then finally to your lower stomach where he pressed in small circles until he got the reaction he wanted.

Your body screamed for more of him when he donned that cute devilish grin, —the same you saw before his fight. Your heart was racing and you gasped when you felt him aligning himself between the center of your pouring wetness. He teased you a little more, savoring the way you gazed up at him as he held you there. His cock pulsed against your overflowing wetness and he whispered to you "tell me who's pussy this is"

"It's yours," you gasped, squeezing your legs and arching toward him with your greedy hips. "It's all yours daddy."

"Yea..." he whispered before pressing a sloppy wet kiss you your lips

"Mmm—-." You moaned as he pushed inside you so slow that you creamed around him.

"Yea-h" he shuddered as he felt your walls warming his stiff cock in a tight hug. A sweet hiss was all you could manage as the pleasure electrified every nerve in your body.

As he began to move you saw it again. The melee and the madness that was seared into your mind and you wanted him more. You wanted to taste a little of that power that you saw. You wanted him to pour all of that unused energy into fucking your absolute brains out.

And he did exactly that. Every thrust into you matched the image that played in your head over and over again. His fist slamming into the man's face again and again. The blood. The brutality. You wanted every ounce of that carnal madness that lurked inside.

Your face was so beautifully scrunched up from how good you felt and he had to look away or he wouldn't have lasted. All that strength and he was weak from one look into your eyes.

You called out his name and wrapped your legs tighter around him. His hand clung to your hips as he pumped into you.

He made you come once, grabbing your tits and pinching your nipples while he rocked into you, making, you clench your fingers into his skin and drawing angry red lines down his back as you soaked him.

...and again when he had your arms pinned behind your back and his cock forced one of the wettest and stickiest climaxes out of you.

...and then at last when he folded your legs back and slurped the honey from your trembling battered cunt before sinking back inside you even deeper than before.

He held your legs back with one hand and palmed your entire sex with the other. This time he worked slowly as he neared his own release. His hand rested precisely where it needed to be. His thumb worked little strokes over your clit and his fingers pressed down right above where his tip would protrude every time that thick cock found it's way back to the depths of your soul.

The build was slower but sweeter. Your body tensed as you felt him swelling inside and he asked you again "who's pussy is this baby?"

You couldn't even think, let alone make words but he needed to hear you say it.

"Look at me baby!" He said it so softly that you couldn't believe his voice could be that soothing. Your eyes opened lazily and you watched the sensual flexing of every muscle along his hips as he fucked you deeper.

Again he pressed down and asked " who's is it, let hear how good this dick makes you feel, pretty baby, cmon?" He said working your clit a little more and pressing that spot just right.

You cried. "Yours, it's all yours." You said as actual tears streamed down your face and your pussy rained wet all over him. You held him inside, tensing over and over again, soaking him as you milked his healthy cock for all it was worth.

At the end of it all you were shattered but in the best way.

You woke up in your bed to him cleaning you with a warm towel. He followed with your (bonnet/removing hair pins/jewelry/etc), and even brought your (makeup wipes/breathing machine/sound machine/whatever ),before spooning his body behind you and letting you tuck yourself underneath him. And you both drifted off.

Part 2

#smut oneshot #smut writer #spicy headcanons #smutxanime honeeslust #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #bakugo kinktober #baji x black!reader #mhasmut #kny x y/n #sanemi smut #genya x you

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bohnsky · 7 months

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I am not happy at all. No I am but also I'm not. I did not wake up at 6:30 in the morning on a sunday just to watch my favorites dnf and listen to Ralf Schumacher rant about my love Checo (at least he knows that Checo fans dislike him). Only the McLaren double podium makes this race okay (not really but I'm happy for them) and Ferrari didn't fuck up which is good.

So anyway here are my favorite drivers 4,5 months into liking f1:

Because he was in the paddock this weekend, I have to include Seb again. My one and only. I love him, he deserves the world, protect him at all cost. When he said it hurts to watch instead of driving himself because Suzuka is his favorite track. Emotional damage.

But he seemed so happy to be back in the paddock and to teach the grid about bees. He's so passionate, it's beautiful. And we got Sewis content.

1. Alex Albon

This (hopefully) won't change as long as I put Seb in a different category (the Seb category).

Just today I saw a comment saying that you simply can't hate Alex and that he is the least disliked driver and I love that. He deserves all the love.

My heart broke when he retired. I am not okay with how things turned out here. Everyone said they love Suzuka, why is it so mean to me?

2. Sergio Perez

I hate to admit that I almost put him on third this week because I wasn't as obsessed with him as I was during the last few weeks, but omg did I get mad when Ralf Schumacher started ranting about him, which made me rethink that decision. I love Checo my precious. This whole race was a disaster for him (and me) and yes some of it was his fault, I realize that, but I refuse to think about it. Just as I refuse to think about his seat. And I refuse to talk about it with anyone who doesn't agree with me. (I don't mind people who don't agree with me, I just don't want to hear it, not when it comes to Checo my love)

I just hope he is okay mentally and can enjoy the celebrations with the team.

Also I usually drink a red bull for every race but I didn't want one at 7 in the morning, so that race must have been the punishment for me not drinking my racely red bull.

3. Charles Leclerc

My man, again on 4th must suck. So close to the podium. But honestly I'm just happy that Ferrari didn't actively try to fuck up his race again.

4. Lewis Hamilton

Sewis content yay :D

Lewis always seems so happy when he's with Seb and that makes me happy. These two are my f1 comfort ship, they never fail to make me smile.

But also unecessary Merc bitch fight, I hope they are civil about it off track.

5. Lance Stroll

This time I had to put Lance here. I just adore him and it literally breaks my heart that he has such a bad season. To me he seems like he always stays true to himself even with all the bullshit he constantly gets and I love that for him. And even if I want more Lance content I love that he stays away from media as much as he does.

He was doing really well this race and I thought this could be a good one for once, for my little Lancy shaped heart, but no. Everything went wrong today just kill me already.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. I'm so happy about the McLaren double podium and that Lando has so many podiums lately. Also I've been watching a lot of Quadrant lately and I'm totally digging it.

Oscar. Obviously, I'm so happy for him. He is an amazing driver and a precious little baby. Go McLaren!

Valtteri. He's really gone through it today. I like him a lot, he might even be in the top 10 and I just want him to be happy. This race was not it. Also it took me ages to learn how to spell Valtteri. I always wrote Vallteri or Valterri. But now I know.

Max. Congrats my guy. I was thinking, I'm a little sad that I joined f1 during his peak. I wish I could've watched him grow and become the driver he is now. Also his fucking hair. Please I just want to touch it.

Hulknussen. I just want to talk about them because it seems like no one else does. To me they are peak enemies to friends (to lovers). But I don't like Haas the team. The drivers are great.

The Alpha Tauris. Listen, I am not okay with the whole seat situation in Alpha Tauri or even all of Red Bull. I love that Yuki and Danny get to drive next season, but what about Liam? He is literally outperforming Yuki. He should get a permanent seat. Why aren't they giving it to Liam? What are they planning? Please don't scare me and my Checo heart. Why can't everyone get a seat? Why did I get into a sport where there are only 20 fucking seats? Why does everyone have to be so lovable?

George. I was thinking about George getting Alex this his seat and I am thankful. That's why George is here on this list today.

The 2nd William seat. Is not a driver but it stresses me out. I don't think that Logan will get it again. I want Mick to get it. Please give me your opinions. Who will get the 2nd Williams seat next season?

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #japanese gp 2023 #sebastian vettel #alex albon #sergio perez #charles lecrelc #lewis hamilton #lance stroll #lando norris #oscar piastri #valtteri bottas #max verstappen #hulknussen #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #liam lawson #george russell

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Whats your fav LMM novel? Please rank from the most you like to the least you like. Thank you 😊.cn.

Thank you for this question! First of all, I am very sorry it took me so long to answer, but I have to say it was a difficult choice for me (Sophie's choice, one might even say).

Before I start, I want to give a little disclaimer: there are some books I haven't read in ages. For example, I was the biggest fan of Anne series back in the days - I read Anne of Green Gables at the age of 8 and I remember loving it so much.

But then, I read other Montgomery's novels and loved them... even more. While Anne's books are still close to my heart, I haven't read them in years, while I still keep coming back to other books. That is something I should definitely change - if I reread Anne series (and Maud's other books) and my rating changes, I'll make a new list!

That being said, Anne of Green Gables is definitely the most iconic Montgomery's book - it is a beautiful, heart-warming tale of coming of age - and Anne herself is the most iconic female character Montgomery had ever created.

Ok, the disclaimer was very long, but I needed to make things clear, for Anne series is only listed as fourth - but not because I don't enjoy it, but because I need to reread it...

Oh, and another thing: I only included the novels, not short stories.

Emily of New Moon trilogy - my absolute favourite. I know many people have issues with these books and I understand this. Still, that's my number one. I must say I was not too satisfied with an ending of Emily Climbs (2nd book) and the last chapter of Emily's Quest (3rd) seems very rushed (although I like the way it ended... generally). All three have the first place ex aequo.

The Blue Castle - very close second. I love this book so much. In my opinion, Valarney is the best romance Maud had ever written. It is a lovely book - full of humour and fantastic characters; the one I keep coming back to each time I need a little cheering up. It never fails to do so. But oh, poor Cissy...

Rilla of Ingleside - it is probably the saddest book Montgomery ever wrote, but it is just so beautiful. Rilla is the heroine that goes through the biggest inner change... My favourite things about this book were: Rilla and Jims's relationship and Rilla's development. I wasn't into the romance there, tbh. Also... Walter... (tearing up).

Anne series - I will rank the books from my most to less favourite among the series: Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Island, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of Windy Poplars, Anne of Ingleside, Rainbow Valley, Anne's House of Dreams, The Blythes Are Quoted. That being said, I really liked all of them, but I still can't get over Joy (that's why AHoD is so low. I mostly like reading about Anne pre-motherhood, even though I also adore all her children... I know, I just contradicted myself...).

Story Girl and Golden Road - I adore stories about childhood friendships and this one doesn't fail! The only sad thing - Cecily's fate :(. But truth be told, I got the impression that the King children acted a bit young for their age... on the other hand, maybe that's the way things used to be in the past.

Jane of Lantern Hill - another great book! Jane is very different from other Montgomery's heroines - she's so practical! I adore her as a character.

Magic for Marigold - I remember loving this book, but... I haven't read it in ages. I need to change that.

Tangled Web - I have some issues with the book (the racism, marrying close relatives etc.). But on the whole, I enjoyed it. I liked some stories more, some less... and one can get lost among all these Darks and Penhallows (I always get their last names wrong, even though there are only two choices!).

Pat of Silver Bush and Mistress Pat - another series I haven't read in ages. But I wasn't too fond of these books as a child - I couldn't understand Pat too well... But I really liked Hilary. I think I should give the series another try someday... maybe I'll like them more now.

Kilmeny of The Orchard - the only Montgomery's book that I dislike... no sparkling humor. No lovable characters. Ideal Kilmeny... stuck up Eric... and the awful references towards Italians. No sir, thank you. Not me.

Ok, that's my list. I feel the need to say that I find all of Montgomery's books delightful. Even Kilmeny of The Orchard had some lovely descriptions of the nature...

I truly hope that I haven't offended anyone. I am really curious what other Montgomery's fans rating would be...

Again, thank you for this question!!!!

#lm montgomery #emily of new moon #anne of green gables #tangled web #the blue castle #pat of silver bush #magic for marigold #story girl #kilmeny of the orchard #montgomery's books

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Welcome to the DAY6

"DAY6" returned to fans who had been waiting for the long-awaited performance after discharge. From the moment when they came up with the song to the moment when they all sang along on stage, they revealed the whole process of their new album with excitement and deeper sincerity. It's time to just trust, listen, and enjoy.

Q. It's the first album in three years since all the members came back after their military service. All the work you've done so far is precious, but I think it must have been more meaningful during the preparation process.

Sungjin: Since it's been a long time since I released an album, I wanted to do well, but as a result, I prepared as much as I could now. Young K: I think it's a moment we've been waiting for a long time too. While preparing for it, I felt like I wanted to play good music quickly and I was very excited. Wonpil : When I work on the DAY6 album, I'm the most sensitive and attentive, but I'm still the happiest. I think this album will be one of my most cherished albums. Dowoon: I've been waiting and preparing for this album for a long time, so I think it's half-excited and half-frightened.

Q. Also, "You Were Beautiful" released in early 2017 and the song "Time of Our Life" released in mid-2019 have been on the charts, what was it like to watch this phenomenon?

Sungjin: I'm just thankful that so many people sympathize with and cherish our songs. I hope one day, DAY6's other songs will be loved. Young K: It's such an honor and I'm so happy. It's been a long time since the release, but I think we've been doing well because we've been loved like this. On the other hand, no one knows when we'll be loved, so I thought we just had to keep doing good music. Wonpil: I've been working on music since my debut without paying attention to the ranking or the results, and I just wanted to do music that doesn't age. We've always focused on making albums that we can be satisfied with, and we've always worked on them, but we're just grateful and so amazed that more and more people like our music. Dowoon: I was sure. Rather than saying, "This song is definitely going to be released," I was sure that it was as good as we liked it, and now I'm just thankful that so many people besides us liked it.

Q. The title of the new album is 'Forever', and the spelling of Four is not Forever, what does it mean?

Sungjin: It is true that it melted the desire to be loved for a close time to eternity. Young K: It's the 4th generation of the fandom My Day that supports us, and the four of us borrowed "Four" with the hope of eternity and put good music into it. Wonpil: We came back after a long period of blank space, and now it's going to be forever without falling.

Q. How did you work on the title track "Welcome to the Show"?

Sungjin: I made it in an hour or two with a song that I would run around with my fans at the concert, and I really liked the feeling. It feels a little different from the title songs of the existing DAY6 album, but I'm satisfied with it. Young K: It started by saying let's make a song that everyone can sing and run with. If it doesn't come out soon, I said let's go home and started working on it, but fortunately, it worked out. Wonpil: It was the last song that I came to work on. In the situation where we had to make one more song, we actually worked on the song freely saying that it would be nice to have a song that we all sing together while running in the concert hall.

Q. What is the part that you put the most effort into working on the new album, and the part that you think you like the most in a specific section, lyrics, or performance for each member?

Sungjin: I paid a lot of attention to the guitar tone. I tried my best to create a mood not only when I hit the lead line, but also in the section where I played the chord. Young K : I think the part that I put the most effort into is the lyrics of the title song. It went through the most revision process ever and I tried to write it so that everyone could relate to it. Wonpil: It's been a while since we came back with DAY6 album, so we paid a lot of attention not to lose our color. Personally, I really like the part where all the members sing along in the title track, "Welcome to the Show." I want to see you sing together as soon as possible with My Day and the audience. Dowoon: I like the group singing part of the title song, Welcome to the Show, the most. If we sing together at the concert, I think it will feel like we are truly completing the stage together.

Q. There are seven songs including "HAPPY," "The Power of Love," "Get The Hell Out," "Sad Ending," "Let Me Love," and "I Didn't Know That's Your Love." Can you explain the songs in the album other than the title track?

Sungjin: I worked on it thinking that it would be the title of each track. All the songs are about situations that can happen in life, so I'm curious about what each of the listeners think rather than explaining the song. "HAPPY" is a song that keeps asking the fundamental question, "Can I be happy?" to explain one by one. I don't give you the answer, but by asking this question, I think I can comfort you that you are not the only one who has had such anxiety and agony. "The Power of Love" is about talking about and spreading the power of love. "Get the Hell Out" is a song about a world that someone you want to forget can no longer think of. "Sad Ending" is a song that tells you to end with pain to the person who has already left your heart. "Let Me Love You" is a song that appeals to you that you can give true love. "didn't know" is a song that says that it was love, looking back on the past relationship. Please show a lot of love! Wonpil: It's the same with the title track, but I think the songs in this album contain all the music we're pursuing in terms of sound. It's an album that contains all the songs that represent DAY6's musical sensibility, so I think it'll be fun to listen to it from track 1 to 7! "Ididn't know was a bit of a fresh shock when I first heard it. The chorus line that feels like a bounce was very thick, but it was amazing because it matched well with the melody that the older members played.

Q. What the members learned musically throughout the hiatus, or what they naturally became interested in these days, I wonder how the members' changes were reflected in DAY6's music and this album.

Sungjin: After a hiatus as DAY6, I've become more interested in sound. I'm still learning, but when I was working on the sound for this album, I also used my knowledge. Young K: My yearning for the band sound that DAY6 can give has grown and I'm excited to have it on this album. Wonpil: I don't think much has changed, but at the same time, I think the part that hasn't changed is that I always think about what My Day will like the most, who are waiting for us and always supporting us. So this album is also familiar to those who are looking forward to our music, but we wanted to play richer music. Dowoon: I became more interested in composing. I wanted to know more and more about music.

Q. Since you're about to make an official comeback in a long time, it must be overwhelming and special. Is there a message you want to send to your fans before promoting your new album?

Sungjin: Thank you for consistently trusting and supporting us! I hope you won't forget that we also trust and support you. Here we go again. Let's run together!!! Young K : DAY6 is back everyone. Thank you for letting us sing and play. Let's be happy! Wonpil: Thank you so much, My Day, for waiting and supporting us during this long blank period. To repay you, I thought I'd like to come back with an album as soon as possible. There will be nothing more to make us wait! Let's walk slowly and for a long time with us. We love you so much. We've worked hard on this album, so please listen to our songs and look forward to it! Let's play together!

#sungjin #young k #wonpil #dowoon #day6 #day6 even of day #park sungjin #kang younghyun #brian kang #kim wonpil #yoon dowoon #album: fourever #day6: interview #240319 #[the thumbnail didn't include a group shot properly so i just. went with one KLSJDLGK]#[anyways wipes sweat off brow. finally.]

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I think I am the only one who doesn't see what others see in Aziraphale's expressions in the elevator. We've seen him through a lot of emotions. He was in love, angry, determined, confused, happy, sad, excited, hurt, etc. But none of his previous facial expressions were similar to the ones in the elevator. This, for me, is not Aziraphale. I am sorry, don't come at me. I am not underestimating him. I know he is intelligent and perfectly capable of plotting a master plan to bring them all down. Unfortunately, I don't believe this is the case.

No matter how many times I watch this scene, I don't see it. What I see is Aziraphale going from Aziraphale to something else. And I often find myself not seeing what others see in Good Omens and what might happen next, so I am going to lay out how I see it because I feel the need to do it (because I can't stop thinking about GO... HELP), even when I know, that many won't agree with me, mostly because it includes theories, which many people dismiss. Also, some theories of my own, that I haven't seen anyone talk about.

I am going to start with the thing that I feel like we intentionally ignore, because it hurts thinking what impact it can have, or it had. The erased memories and Book of Life. They aren't just thrown out there to build S2 and then dropped. Especially knowing that S2 is a bridge between S1 and S3. I would even call it an outline. Cut here, so I don't spam, continuing below the cut

How I see it: This is something Heaven has done for ages. After the fall, there were others, for sure. You can't convince me it was only these angels and then no other angel ever rebelled. But as Metatron said, it will look like an institutional problem if they send them all to hell, especially after the fall. But they found a way to solve this problem. Erase their memory, demote them, and start over. Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite.

They were going to demote Gabriel to 38th scrivener!! Gabriel, the supreme archangel. If they can do this to him, nothing can stop them from doing it to others. And not only that. They have the power to erase you completely, but this will be noticed. They call it "extreme sanctions". It's extreme, and therefore - noticeable, so they just overwrite them.

I don't believe the coffee theory. I think it's just symbolic. The almond tree is part of a psalm where God shows the almond tree and says "if you see it, you know I watch", which is explained as: he also judges if you follow him and I think the almond is something like a test - if Aziraphale likes it, then he is still on God's side. And here comes my... I wouldn't even call it a theory, but rather fan fiction (it's my fan fiction, which I am writing right now, but it's possible to have been just like this) Crowley and Aziraphale knew each other before the fall. Aziraphale was Jophiel. She was blond with blue eyes, one of the most beautiful angels, she disliked confrontation, but she had a flaming sword, and she was the companion of Metatron.

She and Crowley (then Barachiel /don't hate me/) were really close, but Metatron, the companion of Jophiel, didn't like that, because Barachiel was a "bad influence". Jophiel started to question Metatron's actions. Metatron erases Jophiel's and Barachiel's memories. Jophiel becomes Aziraphale.

But something draws Aziraphale to one particular angel - Barachiel. Somehow they always seem to find each other. They start getting close again, but then the fall happens and Barachiel falls with the rest. When he falls, any erased memories are restored, but not without an effort.

What he said to Gabriel about "looking at where furniture isn't" - when he fell, he probably had flashbacks of things he didn't remember doing, but he knew it was important to remember. Someone up there was worth remembering. He made an effort to remember and eventually, he did. He remembered Jophiel, and he realized what Heaven did.

After that, he wants to disconnect as much as possible from Heaven and he changes his name. Later, when he adds the "Anthony J.", he adds the J to honor Jophiel. This is the reason why he doesn't explain to Aziraphale what the "J" stands for. He doesn't want Aziraphale to know how they do things in heaven. If he tells him, Aziraphale will rebel and probably will be erased again, and Crowley cannot let this happen. This is also why he said to Aziraphale that he understands better than Aziraphale does. He knows, he remembers.

However, it's too late. As always. Aziraphale is in Heaven and I think they are erasing his memories in the elevator. These expressions were not Aziraphale’s. BUT, now Aziraphale is more human than ever. He felt the strongest human feeling – love. And this love is so deep and long-lasting, that it cannot be erased. It’s coded into his being. You can’t just erase thousands of years. Metatron, you are not God. Don’t try to play God.

Aziraphale will constantly feel something is wrong with him. He will feel that he must be somewhere, he will feel that there is something wrong, he will feel like he must remember something very important. And in the meantime, Metatron will try to distract him with the Second Coming. It has to be started. Then there will be prophets and so on, I won’t go into details. But what about Crowley? Muriel?

Crowley will suffer, then suffer more, and then he will get angry. Really angry. We will see Crowley really bad. It will be sexy, I cannot wait. Bad and hurt. <3 I got distracted, sorry. So he will be angry and it won’t be towards Aziraphale. It will be towards Heaven, Hell, well, everybody. This will be his greatest mission. Nothing more important had happened to him, ever. He is alone, Aziraphale is in danger, the world is in danger and he is the one to save the day. Also, Muriel and the fact that it is said her other name is Abaddon cannot be irrelevant to the story, too. No way.

I have 2 or 3 theories on how it will go on from here, but I am not sure which one to pick. It became a really long post anyway, so I will leave the rest for either the fan fiction I am writing, or for a second large post.

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kiki-de-la-petite-flaque · 4 months

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Enjoy this beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date.

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters used to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools that keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, my mother, my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time when she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.

Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.

Many of us these days, dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, of her life, and of my love for her, in the last moments.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.

Love,

Fiona

#fiona apple

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wisedawn13 · 6 months

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#xiantober Day 23: Detectivexian

Wei Ying loves his job. Sure, a lot of it is boring surveillance that either leads to absolutely nothing or the proof that "Yes, your husband IS a cheating scumbag." He's not complaining about that though, he's still paid for his time.

He's always enjoyed solving mysteries and playing spy growing up, so this seemed like the perfect career choice for him.

It's a slow day when someone about his age comes swirling into his office with the most dramatic flair he's ever witnessed. They flutter their fan and sit.

"You have to help me!"

Wei Ying shifts forward. "What do you need help with?"

They shut their fan, slamming into their open palm. "I think my brother's boyfriend's boyfriend is planning to hurt my brother and I need the proof," they say simply.

Wei Ying blinks. "Your brother's boyfriend is trying to hurt him?"

They shake their head. "No, no. My brother's boyfriend's boyfriend. My brother's boyfriend is polyamorous, my brother is not. But I think my brother's in trouble with the other boyfriend. They don't get along."

"I see... And what makes you think the other boyfriend is going to hurt your brother?"

They quickly open their fan, covering part of their face and shifting their eyes around. "I don't know, I really don't know."

"Mhm... And you said they don't get along?"

"That's right."

"Do you know why that is?"

They shake their head. "I don't know anything."

"Sure sure," he dismisses. "Well, tell me their names, I'll see what I can do."

They smile. "Wonderful! I'm Nie Huaisang and money is no issue at all. I was a thorough investigation."

Sounds like a good deal, if a bit odd. "You got it. Now, their names?"

"Right! My brother is Nie Mingjue. His boyfriend is Lan Huan. It's Meng Yao, the other boyfriend, that I want you to look into. There's something off about that man, I just know it."

Wei Ying nods, jotting down the names and relation to each other so he doesn't get confused. "Alright, you can leave your information with my assistant out front and I'll check in with you when I have some news."

They stand up quickly and shake his hand, thanking him profusely.

Wei Ying watches with wry amusement as they leave his office. What a unique individual.

He gets to work.

First up, as always, is a routine background check of everyone involved. He takes his time going through various databases looking up each individual.

He also takes time to look into those who are shown to be close to them to get a feel for them. It's basic, routine stuff. But this time Wei Ying finds himself getting off track when he stumbles upon Lan Huan's younger brother. He is so stunningly beautiful he gets distracted.

Eventually, he forces himself back on track but he secretly hopes he gets a chance to meet Lan Zhan in person.

When he gets to Meng Yao he finds something strange. His online presence and accessible information are far less than the average person.

It's not unheard of for people to come up like this on his searches. More often than not when that happens, that person is hiding something. Wei Ying doesn't jump to conclusions based on his preliminary searches, but that is a bit of a... shall we say, rose-coloured flag.

It's not exactly a red flag. People have had very valid reasons for this before and they were completely innocent of what they were being accused of. But, he clocks it all the same.

Wei Ying sets out after that to do surveillance and get a read on how this guy lives his life.

He carefully follows Meng Yao for a few days without anything much happening. The guy seems normal enough, but Nie Huaisang was right that something was off about him. He can't quite put his finger on why he feels that way, though.

So, he watches.

Meng Yao seems nice on the surface, but on his second day of surveillance, he watches Lan Huan interact with his two boyfriends. Nie Mingjue does nothing to hide the disdain he holds towards Meng Yao, but Meng Yao is sneaky.

Wei Ying watches closely as Meng Yao smiles sweetly in front of Lan Huan but the moment his boyfriend isn't looking Meng Yao's expression switches like a flip. It turns into something dark and hateful. It gives Wei Ying chills to watch that happen.

Lan Huan is clearly unaware.

Wei Ying honestly hopes that Meng Yao just doesn't like Nie Mingjue much and puts on a nice act for his boyfriend's sake. He truly hopes it's only that.

But something nags at him that there's more to it than that.

Then, on the third day, Wei Ying follows Meng Yao out of town.

Meng Yao makes his way to a deserted warehouse and gets out of his car. Wei Ying watches through his telephoto lens as Meng Yao meets with someone. Wei Ying can't tell who it is from this angle but he makes sure to take lots of photos.

Then, just as Meng Yao leaves, they turn.

Wei Ying snaps a photo of their face and the gnawing, nagging feeling grows. He's seen that man somewhere before, but where?

When he gets back home he pulls up that photo and cross-references it, searching for a match.

It doesn't take long.

Xue Yang.

Arrested for mass murder.

He got off on a technicality. Wei Ying remembers hearing about that case, Jin Guangshan was the judge presiding over the case. There was an uproar over it and then Xue Yang disappeared without a trace, some celebrity dated someone, and everyone forgot about Xue Yang.

Wei Ying does a deep dive into Jin Guangshan and ends up finding out he has a long and promiscuous history that resulted in his having many illegitimate children. Wei Ying freezes when he sees it. A report from another PI that was hired by Jin Guangshan's wife.

They found out that Jin Guangshan met up with a woman with the family name of Meng. The same Meng as in Meng Yao. There's a photo of her and when Wei Ying studies it alongside Jin Guangshan's face, he sees it clear as day.

Meng Yao is Jin Guangshan's son.

This is getting far more twisted than he ever expected it to.

He spends a little more time deep-diving into everything and everyone involved in this. He genuinely believes Nie Mingjue is in serious danger if Meng Yao knows Xue Yang.

He shoots off a text to Nie Huaisang as he leaves his apartment, and then another to his assistant to send what he found to the local law authorities. Then, he heads to Lan Huan's house and hopes he's not with Meng Yao tonight.

He rings the doorbell and fidgets nervously.

Lan Huan answers the door and smiles at him with a hint of confusion. "May I help you?"

"Hi! Sorry, you don't know me but I'm a private investigator and I was wondering if you were available to talk about something rather important."

"Oh? Of course, do you mind if I ask—"

"A-Huan?" a sickeningly sweet voice calls from further in the house. "Who is it dear?"

"A private investigator," Lan Huan replies.

Then, to Wei Ying's ever-mounting dread, Meng Yao comes into view and smiles at Wei Ying. "Oh, I see. Come on in."

Wei Ying forces a smile.

"Thank you, but I was hoping to speak to Lan Huan alone if you don't mind," he replies.

Meng Yao's smile sharpens into something almost predatory. "Nonsense, I'm sure I can be of help to you too. Come inside, Wei Ying."

Wei Ying's smile immediately falls from his face.

Somehow, Meng Yao already knows who he is.

The dread grows and grows.

He glances at Lan Huan but the man seems almost blissfully unaware of the murderous undertones happening right in front of him. Wei Ying curses his luck and forces the smile back on his face. "Of course."

He enters.

Meng Yao leads him into the livingroom and then tells Lan Huan to make them some tea. The moment Lan Huan is out of sight Meng Yao's smile drops.

"Why are you here?"

"I think you already know that," Wei Ying replies.

Meng Yao hums. "Perhaps."

"It truly is unfortunate that you're here. You've ruined everything. Who hired you?" Meng Yao continues.

"I'm not at liberty to say."

Meng Yao scoffs. Just as he opens his mouth to say something more, Lan Huan comes back in carrying a tray of tea.

They sip in silence for a while before Lan Huan sets his cup down. "What is it you wanted to talk to us about?"

Before Wei Ying can respond, the sound of a key turning in the door catches their attention. He's up in a flash.

There's a sudden shattering sound and a blur.

Then, a sharp pain pressing against his neck. Wei Ying freezes, barely breathing as the cool steel of a knife presses against his skin.

"A-YAO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Lan Huan exclaims.

"Ge?" a low voice questions from the entryway before the sound of footsteps comes.

Wei Ying sucks in a breath as Lan Zhan enters the room, fierce eyes taking in the situation. Seeing him in person is even more stunning.

"Wow," Wei Ying mutters under his breath and feels the urge to laugh at the absurdity of this whole situation.

The knife presses down harder.

"Did you hire him, Lan Zhan?" Meng Yao asks, venom dripping off his tongue.

Lan Zhan's gaze meets his own and Wei Ying feels everything else fall away for a heartbeat. Lan Zhan doesn't say anything for a moment, blinks, then replies, "No. I have never met him before."

Oh, the urge to smile and flirt is so strong right now but Wei Ying realizes that would be immensely stupid to do right now. So, he opts to just stare at the beautiful man in front of him.

"A-Yao," Lan Huan pleads. "Let him go! What are you doing?"

Lan Zhan frowns.

"Sorry, A-Huan. No can do. My hands are rather tied at the moment." Meng Yao laughs frantically.

"Meng Yao," Wei Ying says and then hisses as the knife presses down harder. "Look, if you let me go, nothing has to happen. You haven't done anything yet, right?"

"Ah... Wei Ying, you and I both know that's not true, now don't we?"

Wei Ying grimaces, wishing for a way out of this stupid situation.

The sound of tires screeching into the driveway draws their attention. And things happen fast after that.

Meng Yao gets distracted enough that he loosens the pressure on the knife enough for Wei Ying to launch at the opportunity and slam his head back, feeling the sickening crush of Meng Yao's nose on the back of his head. Meng Yao screams and Wei Ying stumbles forward.

He's caught by strong arms before he has the chance to fall, the scent of sandalwood enveloping him. A booking voice yells out "MENG YAO!" before Nie Mingjue comes in and quite literally kicks Meng Yao while he's down.

Nie Mingjue starts yelling and questioning Meng Yao.

But Wei Ying is distracted by Lan Zhan, helping him upright and looking into his eyes with concern. "Are you alright?"

Wei Ying almost whimpers. "Y-yeah. Peachy," he lies.

Lan Zhan hums, clearly not buying that. Which... Fair.

Local law enforcement comes running in next.

Lan Zhan pulls Wei Ying firmly against his chest to keep him out of the way and Wei Ying melts into the touch. The rest is a blur. He thinks he answers some questions, he doesn't really remember it. All he remembers is staring into honeyed eyes.

The chaos finally dies down and Lan Zhan asks if Wei Ying would like anything. Without meaning to, he blurts out, "Your number." Shocked, he smacks a hand over his mouth and blushes furiously.

"Mn. Give me your phone."

Numbly, he does.

Lan Zhan enters his number.

Wei Ying stares at it as he takes his phone back. "I wanted to meet you, you know. But not like this." Again. His mouth just needs to STOP TALKING WITHOUT HIS GO AHEAD!

Lan Zhan hums in question but when he peaks up to see his expression it's one of calm curiosity.

Wei Ying takes a breath. "I always do background checks and research into the people I'm investigating, that includes people close to those involved too. So, I looked you up." He feels himself blushing again and looks away.

"Did you like what you saw?" Lan Zhan asks.

Wei Ying laughs, startled. "Yeah. I liked it very much."

When he meets Lan Zhan's gaze again he finds Lan Zhan smiling minutely. "Good."

Wei Ying smiles wide. Good.

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kuschelkissen-art · 2 months

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Finally made it in time for one of @polyamships Polyam Shipping Days! 😁 (it's just after midnight here, so it's the 14th!)

Chapter 15 - WEATHER

Like always, the first snow got Kansuke into a cranky mood. He never had been a big fan of winter, but being trapped under an avalanche certainly hadn't helped with that. So when he saw the thick flakes falling down to earth, he started grumbling into his beard and restlessly walking around in the house, keeping himself busy.

Yui and Taka'aki did what they could to distract him and lighten his mood, but Kansuke didn't make it easy for them.

It wasn't like they didn't understand him. The trauma he had gone through still stuck to his mind and body, and even though the department had forced him to see a therapist at first, talking about these things had never come easy to him. On top of that, snow meant ice and ice meant slippery ground. Being dependent on his crutch, this made things needlessly harder for him, and the fact that the cold made his scars ache and itch soured his mood even more.

So it was obvious that his mood wasn't going to improve in the near future, and Taka'aki already prepared mentally for the arguments that would eventually come.

Yui, on the other hand, had different plans. When they left the house to go to work, dressed in warm jackets, scarves, and boots, she kneeled down and pushed some snow together.

Taka'aki watched her with interest, raising an eyebrow when she formed a snowball out of it. "Do you really think this is a good idea?" he asked lowly, his eyes looking for Kansuke, who had almost reached the car already, trying to escape the cold.

Yui just grinned. "Leave it to me." And then she threw the ball, watching as it burst into powder again on Kansuke's back.

"Hey!" Kansuke glared at her. "What're you doing?!"

Yui, though, was already forming the next snowball. "Come on, Kan-chan. Look around, it's beautiful. Doesn't it remind you of your childhood?"

Kansuke made a face. "Yeah, it does, and it was already cold and wet back then!"

With a chuckle, Yui threw the snowball in his direction, missing him by just a few centimetres.

"Hey! Stop that!"

"You used to have fun with us in the snow, Kan-chan!" She pouted, making another one. "Have you already forgotten about all of that, old man?"

"Old- what?! I'm not old! I- stop laughing, Koumei, you're the same age as me!"

Taka'aki barely hid the laughter as he, too, bent down to form a snowball. "Kansuke-kun, we need to work a bit if we want to keep up with our young girlfriend." He hadn't been sure about this, and usually the thought of having a snowball fight wouldn't have occured to him, but seeing Kansuke's face had made it clear that this was the right decision. He tried to hide it, but Kansuke was having fun.

"Oh, stop it!" Yui threw the ball against his chest. "I'm not that much younger than you either!"

Taka'aki raised his hand in defence. "Show mercy, Yui-kun! I was trying to help you here." When she bent down to make another snowball, he raised his own but decided against it, looking at Kansuke instead.

"Koumei, I dare you!" Kansuke growled.

"Oh, is that so?" Taka'aki smiled, but there was something malicious in that smile. "Well, then I will accept your challenge." And with that, the snowball flew in Kansuke's direction, missing him at arm's length.

"Oh, is that so?!" Kansuke mocked Taka'aki's tone. "Well, fine then!" He couldn't crouch down easily with his bad leg, but since he was already at the car, he just grabbed two hands full of snow from the hood and pressed them into a firm ball. "Then let me show you how to aim!"

"Uff!" Taka'aki huffed when the snowball hit his shoulder. "And here I thought I'd be nice and spare you, Kansuke-kun. But if you want to fight, well, have it your way."

Yui laughed and watched them throwing snowballs at each other for a bit before she moved to the side and started making more ammunition. Then she threw them at her men. "Don't you dare playing without me~" She threw a ball into the air and caught it again.

Kansuke snorted. "Don't assume I won't hit you just because you're a girl!"

Yui's smile widened into a grin. He had said these same words to her back then when they had still been children, and he had been utterly sorry when she had started crying after being hit in the face with a powdery snowball.

But that was the past. She'd show him. "Bring it on then!"

For the next ten minutes, a battle went down of each of them fighting the other – though Taka'aki concentrated his forces more onto Kansuke than Yui, who had her hands full with fighting off Kansuke.

In the end, Kansuke leant onto his crutch, breathing heavily, but his sour expression gone. Instead, he was grinning. "Will you give up now?"

Taka'aki, just as breathless as Kansuke, straightened his shoulders. Give up? Did he really just ask that? He opened his mouth when he heard Yui groan. Just as he turned his head to look at her, she let herself fall back into the snow.

"Wow, who would've thought fighting you two old men would be so exhausting??"

"Still going on, huh?" Kansuke limped over and just when he stood over her, grinned. "Well, shouldn't have started something you had no chance of winning~" And with that he held out his arm and opened his hand, letting cold powder sprinkle on her face.

"AH!" She shrieked and rolled to the side and away from him. "Unfair, Kan-chan!!"

He just laughed. "Well. Now that we're all thoroughly wet and cold, let's get inside and warm up again."

"We will be late for work," Taka'aki replied, and Kansuke just shrugged.

"Everyone else will be as well, since everyone else has to shovel snow and wait for the snowplough to get through."

Taka'aki looked at the snowy street and sighed. "Alright."

Yui took their hands and pulled them inside. The mood had increased drastically for now, and she was happy about her successful plan.

End~

I've wanted to write a snowball fight for a while now, and this prompt just came at the right time.

#dcmk #nagano trio #morofushi takaaki #yamato kansuke #uehara yui #polyamshippingday #mi's writing

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undercat-overdog · 3 months

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If you're still doing the silm ask 🐉 + 🤔?

I will always answer asks, anony! And thank you for this, not least because it aids me in procrastination.

🐉 A lot of figures in the Silm have weird Eldritch powers or possibly biology. Tell us about your headcanons for one.

Hm. I don't think there are a lot of characters as portrayed in the Silm are eldritch? I don't go for eldritch elves or peredhil in my own interpretation/headcanons and have been increasingly on the side of non-eldritch Ainur. Which isn't to say that I haven't really enjoyed other fans' portrayal of eldritch elves/half-elves! (Slight caveat in that I think Galadriel in Lord of the Rings comes off as eldritch, but I don't think she does in other material, a function of the POV: she's eldritch to the Hobbits in a way she's not to other Elves. Or some humans: I don't think Aragorn would think of her that way.)

However for someone who I think is definitely not from this world in a spooky way, Lovecraftian eldritch, Ungoliant! I think of her as something as the personification of a black hole. I also think she ate time as well as light.

🤔 Tell us one of your favorite Silm headcanons. Can be one that's out in the wild or a personal one!

To be self-indulgent about OCs, headcanons about my Celebrimbor's maternal family below:

They're Sindar, specifically Telir (singular Teler), a nod to the Telerin Celebrimbor version (Teler/Telir is one of the names the Falathrim have for themselves). He's quite close to them, and if you said family would think of them first; C spent most of his childhood living with them in Brithombar (for avoiding Doom reasons). All of his maternal family save his mother died in the First Age, but they had been reborn by the time he returned from Mandos; he stayed with them for the first few decades after his rebirth. They had heard about his death and spent quite some time preparing a place for him when he returned, a little house on their property with a very big library so C could catch up on the advances he'd missed while being dead. (Some grandparents give their grandkids candy. C's give him scientific journals.)

His mother is Súlind (or Súlin. I've never quite nailed down what I think the form should be, but Súlind in the first age and language change bringing it to Súlin later). She's shown up in a fic as a main character, and she and adult Celebrimbor have an occasionally contentious relationship but one that's based in disagreements and a clash of (too similar) personalities; my Celebrimbor doesn't have any mommy or daddy issues (what he does have are Feanor issues). She survives everything and sails in the beginning of the Fourth Age, having followed Arwen to Minas Tirith and lived there for a while before sailing (something I headcanon quite a few elves did). Like Celebrimbor (and Curufin), she is beautiful, vain and opinionated.

Maternal grandfather is named Gaeroval. He's a fisherman and marine biologist. Head of a guild. He (and the rest of the family) aren't nobility, but being a guildmaster brings a lot of prestige; he sat on the city council. Managed to escape Brithombar, made it to Sirion and then Balar, and reunited with Celebrimbor there for a short while before dying in the War of Wrath. A sharp personality, like his daughter and grandson, but mellowed a lot after returning from Mandos.

Maternal grandmother is Laerlin. I have less on her in my mind. Captured in the sack of the Falas, brought to Angband as a thrall, and died there shortly after.

Maternal uncle is Borophor (who C is named after, with the paur element). Followed Súlind to Himlad, died in the Bragollach. Takes after his mother and is gentler than his dad and sister.

...refraining from going into my various Falathrin headcanons because those are long and involved.

#ask #anonymous

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ghostvampiregalgazerock · 5 months

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Ace 🔥 ❤️‍🔥and Nami 🍊 🧡as a Couple HEADCANONS! *CRACKSHIP*

It's been ages since I wrote One Piece fanfictions and my first time doing anime headcanons! Honestly, I never knew I would ship Nami and Ace together, who are my top favorite characters from the series. Then I realized they are my favorite crack ship as I imagine them as a couple, which is now my One Piece Otp XD! I mean, come on! Ace is hot, badass, and hysterical. Nami is beautiful, badass, and hilarious. Well, fans said Ace has Isuka, and she is from Ace's Adventures novel, but I am more team Nami as always since I watched this series. Also, I need to catch up on watching this series, but I am back into watching it, and yes…I spoiled myself on the series a bit, but it's a long series (don't judge me; I saw a lot of spoilers on the internet. Seeing it as a surprise is magic while watching for the first time, but I fail at it), and it's one of my favorite anime series of all time when I first got into anime. Also, I know (SPOILER ALERT) Ace dies… 😢. But I am keeping him alive in my One Piece stories/one-shots. I never knew I would grow close to Ace, but he's such a great big brother to Luffy, and he's a badass. Also…really attractive as hell😳. But then I imagined him in the Strawhats crew, but only for fanfics if he was alive and why not. Also, Luffy is happy to have his brother with him. It is also a good excuse for him being close to Nami as a Strawhat crew member. Or Nami as a Whitebeard crew member? But here's their headcanons!!!!! You can imagine you are Nami to have Ace or be Ace to have Nami in this headcanon of mine just to let you know. I DON'T OWN ONE PIECE!!

Firey Couple ❤️‍🔥(Ace is fire since he has fire devil fruit powers, while Nami...HAS A FIERY ATTITUDE😂)

Really care about each other

Got along really well during the Alabasta Arc with Ace as the major ally. (Back then, I skipped forward to see episodes of Ace because I really wanted to see him while I was getting into the series. Well, I feel like I started the show because of him. But I heard it's really good, so I'm watching the series also and I love it. One Piece is one of my favorite anime series.)

Nami was really shy when she was around Ace as he came over to visit, and she started realizing she had feelings for him.

Ace said he likes her, causing her to melt and blush so hard.

Our boy made the first move on the first kiss. He thought Nami was gonna punch him, but she didn't since she accepted the kiss, meaning she likes him back.

Ace is such a gentleman to her (he respects her space and makes sure she is alright). He can be protective of her, but only in fights and dangerous adventures.

Nami would be the clingy one in the relationship. (Not possessive, just being cute by koala hugging him when she misses him. Ace doesn't mind it since he loves it a lot and finds it cute)

Ace would get clingy too, when he's tired and wants to snuggle her, Nami finds it cute.

Yes, they do get jealous.

Nami would get jealous if someone flirts with Ace in front of her. Luckily, Ace is a respectful partner for Nami. He is uncomfortable and would kindly let the girl down, saying 'he's taken' or 'I have a girlfriend'. Nami would step in by just hugging him from behind while pouting. Ace would smile before giving her a kiss on the cheek to let her know he's still hers.

Ace gets jealous when a guy tries to flirt with Nami...oof...he tries not to beat the shit out of him. Though if the guy isn't listening to Nami when she says 'not interested' or 'I have a boyfriend'...Ace would come over to her aid by telling him off or would beat the crap out of him if he's sexually harassing Nami. Nami would punch her stalker, but sometimes they would dodge her attacks. Nami doesn't mind Ace beating either guy's ass who flirts with her since he deserves it.

Nami would laugh if he fell asleep out of nowhere, as she finds it funny, but he doesn't do it when they are together without making her think he's bored of her. He would fall asleep if they were snuggling together on the bed or couch since they both feel relaxed.

Nami may be greedy for treasure, but she deeply cares about Ace, her family, and her crew. Ace doesn't mind since he knows where she got the nickname 'Cat Burglar'. But he knows the real story of why she cares about treasure.

Nami tells Ace of how Arlong treated her and what her village went through in hell because of him. Ace was furious about how she was treated. Nami then cries as she brings up that story. Ace would hold her as she cries in his arms for her comfort. He lets her know that he's sorry since he couldn't be there for her and what she went through. Nami assures him it's alright and not to feel bad since it's finally over, and she's living her best life out in the seas, making Ace feel better.

Ace telling Nami that he is Gol D. Roger's son was nerve-racking for him. Nami was surprised since she had already known through the news when it was revealed during the Marineford War. She told Ace that she didn't care who his father was. All she cares about is that he is a wonderful and amazing person with the amazing life he deserves, which makes Ace surprised but smile as he hugs her.

Talking about what happened at the Marineford two years ago was hard when Nami saw the scar on his torso and one on his back from Akainu, yet survived. (a devil fruit user comes in with healing powers to save Ace's life, but it costs his savior's life.) Nami tearfully confesses that it was terrifying that he almost died. Ace comforts her and lets her know that he's still here for her. He lets her know that he won't die and will live, making Nami smile.

They would bond over their tattoos.

If they go shopping together, Ace isn't a shopping person but is happy to go to be with Nami. Ace isn't controlling of what Nami wears since he wants her to be happy and comfortable so she can make her own choices as an independent woman. Though she would love to hear opinions from other people for fashion advice, she chose Ace. But Ace said she looks great in everything as she is model material, making her the luckiest girl on Earth.

PDA - They would hold hands while walking around town, and Nami would sit on his lap, or while sitting next to each other, Ace would have his arm wrapped around her waist. However, if someone looks at either one of them based on how good-looking they are (I mean, have you seen them?), they would get jealous and have their arms linked together.

Make out session - somewhere quiet so no one would stare at them.

Ace's favorite body part on Nami is her eyes since he finds them pretty, and he can stare at them for hours.

Nami's favorite body part on Ace is his freckles since she finds them cute, and they suit his childish personality.

🔞This is where they get steamy with each other (SKIP TO THE FLUFFY IF YOU AREN'T READY FOR IT!)

If they get turned on, Ace's favorite body part on Nami would be her legs, and Nami's favorite body part on Ace is his entire upper body when he's shirtless (He's always shirtless, but he would wear tops sometimes to cover his scars and not blow his cover. This him in After Timeskip. IDK how After Timeskip Ace would dress, but why not. He does have a slight stubble on his chin, like Sanji from the Post Timeskip, and his hair has grown a bit longer and when I think of Ace looking like that...🤤 ALSO BOI PUT A SHIRT ON!!!! I CAN'T FOCUS ON YOUR ABS WHILE WATCHING THE SERIES TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Ace would teasingly spank or grab her ass to tease her or a sign of knowing he wants her so badly.

They are turned on by each other when they are alone together.

Ace would definitely be turned on if Nami is sitting on his lap.

Nami would 'model' in her new lingerie to show Ace, but he prefers her without the lingerie she's in.

Ace is excited for the 'Happiness Punch' when they are in bed or when it is just them in the bathroom together before getting in the bathtub or shower.

He does have a thing for her breasts. He would watch how her breasts bounce as she rides him while on top of him or when they have sex in front of a mirror. He would grope them or use his mouth and tongue on them to Nami's pleasure.

Ace wouldn't go too rough on Nami, so he wouldn't hurt her, but she would tell him when it's okay to speed it up.

Ace was a gentleman during their 'first time'.

Kinks? Temperature Play since Ace has devil fruit powers that are based on fire. He wouldn't burn Nami and is careful to not burn the bed, lol. He would have his entire body heated up while they are having sex. He would warm his hands, lips, and tongue to touch every part of Nami's body to make her go crazy for him.

Besides doing body heat during sex, he would calmly heat his body up to keep Nami warm on cold nights while snuggling.

Oral? Ace would give it to Nami to drive her crazy as she's moaning his name out and begging him for more to his pleasure. Ace doesn't care if he doesn't receive one from her if she ain't up to it, and he still loves her and wants her to be comfortable. He did say he prefers his...c*ck in her clit to his pleasure, making her blush mad. (A/N - As a writer, I get uncomfortable with how I want to write my love scenes. I will explain it in another post. Anyways back to the headcanons!)

Fingering…Nami is a moaning mess when Ace fingers her while he kisses her neck or breasts along with his tongue.

Positions...any sex positions to face each other since Ace wants to see her face while he makes love to her so he can kiss her also. He would take her from behind when they have sex in front of a mirror.

Public? Ace would make love to her in a private hot spring somewhere to make their temperature play hotter.

Ace prefers to have sex in bed with Nami so he can sleep after, which Nami doesn't mind since it's comfortable, and be sure they have towels, so the bed ain't sticky when they go to sleep.

Masturbation? (OH HELL NO!!! I am not comfortable writing it!!!!!!! I am sorry!!!! AGAIN I DON'T OWN THIS FRANCHISE BUT AS A FANFIC WRITER NO THANK YOU!) The couple prefers not to touch themselves if they are separated from each other. It feels weird. It's not the same when they touch each other while they are having sex together.

Love marks? - Ace is the king of leaving hickeys everywhere on Nami's body (neck, boobs, and thighs). Nami would leave some on his neck but would leave scratches on his back (to suit her title as the cat burglar).

Ace is really affectionate to Nami after they make love to each other. He holds Nami tight in his arms as she snuggles against his chest, hearing his heartbeats while he kisses her forehead and plays with her hair. Then he falls asleep before her, and she smiles at how cute he is before she falls asleep with him.

Morning sex? Depends on how sleepy Ace is when he wakes up and when he's in the mood. Nami doesn't mind but would love to snuggle him more with his face buried against her breasts.

THEM AS PARENTS AND MARRIED💖

Nami was in tears when he popped the question to her before she accepted. The proposal took place on a ship.

A beautiful wedding that was on an island. Their crewmates (Straw Hats and the Whitebeard Pirates), allies, and family came to celebrate the couple's marriage. (Nami's wedding dress she wore was from the PLACOLE Wedding when the One Piece girls did a sponsorship with them. Ace doesn't have a tie in this because...does he really need a tie when he can rock those iconic beads?)

Had an amazing wedding night together.

They didn't really leave their crew. They just decided to settle down at an island for pirates who settled from the seas as they start a family.

Really great helpers to each other with housework.

They would talk about becoming parents as they see couples with children of their own.

Amazing parents to two daughters - 1st daughter Rouge (named after Ace's mother), 2nd daughter Bellemeré (named after Nami's adoptive mother) born 2 years after Rouge was born.

Both were happy to find out that Nami was pregnant with their first child.

As Nami's pregnant belly grows bigger, Ace kisses her stomach nonstop.

Ace was worried about Nami during labor since his mother passed away when he was born due to an overdue birth date to protect him.

When Rouge was born, both of them were overjoyed to have their first child born.

Ace promises to himself that he will be there for his daughter and his wife after his father leaves, and he is a wanted criminal. It made Ace feel 'abandoned' without a family until he met the real family that he deserves. He wants his daughter to live throughout her childhood with love and respect.

The couple knows there are consequences of becoming parents.

Changing their baby's diaper

Trying to calm their baby down from crying

Feeding her (Exhausting for Nami as she breastfeeds her)

Have do these in the middle of the night when they are sleeping

Ace would be lovingly staring at Nami breastfeeding their daughter since it's a beautiful thing to see from a mother with his wife as one.

Nami would smile at her husband, who was asleep on the couch, with their daughter sleeping on top of his chest.

They would hold their daughter's hands together as they walk around town together.

They would let their daughter sleep in their bed with them at night for her comfort if she gets scared of thunderstorms or has nightmares.

The couple talked about having a second child since Rouge is slowly growing up and has someone with their daughter, so she isn't alone.

After realizing they were pregnant with their second child, they were overjoyed when they were first pregnant with Rouge.

Telling Rouge was easy by saying, 'You are gonna be a big sister. There's a baby growing in mommy's tummy.' Rouge was happy as her parents smile, but then...'How are babies created?' asked Rougue, making her parents blush really deep red. (I thought this would be hilarious to add! 😂)

Rouge would talk to Nami's pregnant belly, saying how excited she is to meet her baby sibling and wanting the baby to come out soon. Ace and Nami would smile at how excited their daughter is to be a big sister.

When their second daughter Bellemeré was born, the couple were happy to meet her. Rouge loved her already when she met her little sister.

The couple both love that their daughters got along really well.

The couple don't have a favorite child among their daughters. They love their daughters equally.

Ace would use his devil fruit powers to entertain his daughters to their amazement by making fire butterflies.

Nami would have her companion Zeus to give them a ride on his back to fly around to their enjoyment.

Their daughters look like their parents. Rouge looks like her father with his freckles and yet looks mostly like her late grandmother/Ace's mother. She has Nami's hair color. Bellemeré looks a lot like Nami but has Ace's hair color.

Ace and Nami can be the papa bear and mama bear when they protect their daughters from danger.

As their daughters get older, Rouge becomes a Pirate Captain of the 'Rouge Pirates'. Bellemeré joins the Revolutionary Army.

Devil fruit powers? Rouge eats one during her journey as a pirate which gives her the power to control the power of Gardens. Ace gives her great advice on being a devil fruit user since he is one too. Bellemeré doesn't eat one but her mother taught her how to use the power of the weather.

Nami and Ace would be proud of their daughters of how they are living their life at seas as they would call them everyday through the Den Den Mushi.

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