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system-to-the-madness · 1 month

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Cherry Blossom Confessions 🌸 Okkotsu Yūta x Reader

Pairing: Okkotsu Yūta x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 423 Summary: Yūta spills a well-kept secret Prompt: accidental confession A/N: Firs time writing for Yūta! Also, I wanted to post these stories in time with the local cherry blossom, but it keeps delaying because the weather was too cold (on Wednesday it snowed even). I’m just gonna start posting and hope the cherry blossom will eventually catch up with me.

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Pink petals drifted through the air, looking like snowflakes in the warm afternoon light. It was only late March, but the sun had already gained back a lot of its power after the colder winter months, making you smile contently to yourself as you closed your eyes and held your face into the sun, trying not to let yourself be distracted by the person at your side.

Yūta was, for once, out of his school uniform, and instead dressed in an oversized shirt and some wide jeans which made his slim figure seem to drown in fabric. But it looked good, unfairly good even. You could tell he was fiddling around with his necklace, even without looking at him, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he seemed nervous.

“What’s wrong,” you asked eventually, unable to take his fidgeting any longer.

You had known him for a good while, and his behaviour now was more like he had been when you had first met him. Back then he had been jumpy and shy, always expecting the worst of people. But as he had settled more into the life at Jujutsu High, the shy and easily scared boy had turned into the open-hearted, funny, and fiercely loyal friend you had gotten so attached to.

“Nothing,” Yūta’s answer came almost too quickly, making you raise your brows before you blinked open your eyes and turned to look at him.

He had cut his hair a little since winter, the formerly long strands having been trimmed into a new haircut, which made him look gentler than the rather harsh look he had been sporting before. His grey eyes met yours defiantly, as if he was challenging you to question his reply, but you didn’t do him the favour. Instead, you continued watching his face.

Recently he had started getting cute freckles over his nose that now started to turn a darker shade as he blushed under your inquisitive gaze. You wondered if he could tell your own cheeks were heating up, too.

“Anyway,” you shrugged, tearing your gaze away from him and focusing back on the pink petals of the cherry trees you were sitting under.

Silence engulfed you for a while, but you couldn’t quite tell if it was the good or the bad kind. You also didn’t know what you were supposed to say. Which was weird, considering you never had any problems of engaging in conversation with Yūta. You always found things to talk about, to joke about, even if it was only Gojo-sensei’s latest shenanigans. But somehow it suddenly felt as if this silence was important, as if it were the preparation for whatever was to come next. What a strange sentiment…

“You’re beautiful.”

Confused you turned to Yūta, who was still watching you, his eyes widening as you met his surprised. He had never said anything like that before, usually his compliments were limited to your fighting in training or during missions.

Quickly you looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

“Uhm, thanks…” you trailed off. Certainly he had to pick up on your embarrassment now, right? Your warm cheeks, the way you subconsciously had started playing with a blade of grass underneath your hand… you quickly pulled your hand away and intertwined it with the fingers of your other hand to stop the motion.

“Did I say that out loud,” Yūta wondered, a hint of amusement, but also embarrassment in his voice.

“Yeah, …”

He chuckled, and you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes. He had averted his eyes, and instead was staring up at the branches over you as he was chewing on his lip, clearly thinking hard about something. Suddenly he snapped his head back at you, almost startling you with the sudden motion, but it was obvious he had come to the conclusion of whatever he had thought over.

“I don’t tell you enough. Actually, I think I’ve never told you, but I always think you’re beautiful,” he confessed, his voice lacking any of the embarrassment from before and instead sounding determined now.

“Careful,” you chuckled nervously, “what will Rika think?”

Rika. Probably the biggest reason why you had never dared thinking of Yūta as anything other than a friend. You didn’t exactly feel like getting into a fight with a special grade curse over your classmate.

“Oh, she knows I think you’re beautiful,” Yūta shrugged, his voice returning to the more relaxed tone you usually knew from him.

“Does she?

“Yes, of course she does. I talk to her about you all the time.”

You furrowed your brows and turned back to look at Yūta. He had leant back, hands propped behind him against the grass, eyes closed. Black lashes rested against his pale, lightly freckled skin, and shadows of the cherry blossom danced softly over his features. He looked like an angel, you thought, or like the protagonist in some rom-com.

“You talk to her about me?” You hated how small your voice suddenly sounded.

“It’s not so strange, is it,” Yūta asked, his eyes still closed as he let the shadows slip over his face. “I have to talk to someone who won’t judge me. And Inumaki just keeps insisting I should finally confess to you. I can’t hear it anymore.”

You blinked, once, twice, wondering if Yūta was aware of what he had just said. And then you wondered if what he had just said meant what you think it meant.

“Confess what?”

The way Yūta tensed up revealed that he had not been aware of what he had just said. His eyes snapped open and quickly he sat up.

“I-”

The way he looked at you now, with widened eyes, and clearly insecure reminded you painfully much of the way he had looked at you in the first weeks of knowing you, always scared he had or was about to say something wrong, always worried you’d laugh at him, attack him, make fun of him or were out to hurt him.

“I- I didn’t…” His eyes kept skipping over your face as if the words he was supposed to reply with were writing in your features. After a few moments of stuttering around, he squeezed his eyes shut. “Confess that I like you,” he blurted out. “And have liked you for a long time. I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want to put you in the weird position of rejecting someone who-”

“Yūta, Yūta!”

You interrupted the ramble he was picking up, instinctively bringing your hand up to his cheek. He still had his eyes closed, but instantly relaxed into your palm.

“Relax, it’s okay,” you assured him. “I like you, too.”

It took him a moment, but then the rest of the tension in his body fell away, and he blinked his eyes open.

“You do?”

The hope in his voice tucked at your heart and you nodded with a gentle smile.

“Yes, I do, you idiot. How couldn’t I?”

Yūta blinked at you, clearly surprised by your answer and uncertain what to do next. It took a few moments before the confused expression in his eyes melted away and was replaced by the joyous glimmer you loved seeing in his eyes so much.

“Then go out with me,” he demanded, a smile beginning to tuck at his lips, which turned into a proper grin as you nodded in agreement.

You were about to pull your hand away from his face, but he caught it in his, and keeping your eyes fixed on yours, he lifted your hand to his lips to place a delicate but lingering kiss on your knuckles, never breaking eye contact. The action drove heat into your cheeks, which only seemed to raise his confidence as he carefully lowered your hand and scooted closer to you.

“How about,” he leant in, his face right in front of yours now, “how about I take you out for dinner after this.”

You smiled at his suggestion and nodded. “I’d love that.”

“Perfect,” Yūta nodded to himself.

Then he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and gently pulled you backwards until you were laying in the grass, squeezed against him, looking up at the blue sky above you through the pink petals of the cherry tree. Suddenly he groaned, making you raise your eyebrows at him again even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Inumaki will be so pissed that he didn’t get to come up the ultimate confession-plan.”

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bbrissonn · 5 months

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moldy w a gf who also plays a sport at michigan. i’m just gonna say volleyball cause that’s why i play but he’s like her biggest cheerleader and yelling at anyone who dares to say anything negative abt her OR her team

nick would be like your number one cheerleader. like it's always been your best friend, but even she's shocked at how crazy he goes during games.

warnings: not proofread

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"let's go, baby!" nick yelled from his spot in the stands, fully decked out in maize, making it so much easier to for you to spot him. he was finally successful in convincing some of his friends to come with him to your game, and it was safe to say they were shocked at how he was acting.

"moldy, dude, calm down." luca laughed from next to him, some of the other boys nodding along. at the same moment, you hit your serve, the other team unable to get their body behind the ball, giving your team the point. this made your boyfriend stand up from his spot, yelling loudly.

"good job, babe!" he yelled out, clapping his hands with a wide smile. "let me cheer on my girl in peace, would you?" nick mumbled harshly, before once again yelling out encouragements for you.

"think people in ohio can hear you, bud."

"oh, speaking of ohio. im going down there next week for her game, any of you wanna come with?" he asked like it was nothing, his eyes staying focused on you.

"bro, you're insane."

once the game was over, all of the boys went home, expect for luca since nick forced him to stay. they were currently waiting for you outside, enjoying the warm weather before winter took over the town.

"luca?"

"mh?"

"do you... do you think i'm like, too intense?" nick wondered. he personally thought he was just being a supportive boyfriend, but after his friend's comments, he wasn't so sure anymore.

"what do you mean?"

"like during y/n's game. am i too much?" his question made the older boy a bit before placing one of his hands on nick's shoulder.

"you want her to thrive in what she does. i am yeah, you were a little loud. but you're happy when you're watching her, that's all that really matter, you know. don't let the guys get to your head." the defenseman spoke. before nick had time to respond, you walked out, rushing into your boyfriend's arms.

"you did amazing, baby. i am so proud of you." the boy mumbled in your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

"always do well when my fav cheerleader is in the building, nicky."

taglist <3 @sleepybesson

#bri writes #nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer imagine #nick moldenhauer blurb #nick moldenhauer fluff #nick moldenhauer fic #nick moldenhauer x reader #umich hockey #umich hockey blurb #umich hockey imagine

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shapeshiftinterest · 6 months

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Cold Face Cuddles: bowser x luigi

based on me waking up to sunny but cold weather and being like 'omg this would be a good fanfic' and the 'WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD' vine

big thanks to AllageAntelope from twitter for helping translate and collab most of the italian dialogue

bowser is a living space heater that gets a rude awakening

bowuigi halloween event

prompt: cozy

story under the read more

Cold Face Cuddles (also on ao3)

Luigi blinked the sleep from his eyes and grunted, his blankets were warm due to body heat but he could still feel the chill of the hotel room seeping in.

Rolling over towards the space between the beds, the plumber could practically feel heat rolling off of something in waves across from him.

At the hazy promise of a better nights sleep, Luigi summoned all his determination to leave the soft, inviting bed he was currently in and tipped himself over the side of the mattress, dragging his blankets along with him.

Courageously worming and wiggling his way towards the warm thing in the middle of the room, the plumber pressed his face against the inviting heat and sighed, instantly falling asleep.

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Bowser jolted at the cold spot poking his side. Snorting to himself, the king slowly emerged from his shell, the outside air making him more sluggish than usual. He shook his head and stretched, yawn cut short when the cold thing pressed more firmly at his scales.

Growling, Bowser turned to glare at whatever it was, only to see his wimpy sports event partner curled up on the cushion the staff had brought since the koopa didn't fit any of the beds.

Ugh, it wasn't worth it. Bowser rolled his eyes and tucked back into his shell. He'd rather go back to snooze town than deal with his partner complain and keep him up too.

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"Sveglia sveglia dormiglione!" Mario sang, cheerily busting into his younger brother's hotel room. "Issa time-a for breakfast, Bro~."

"Ghhh, dammi altri 5 minuti, Fratello." Luigi grouched, pulling the covers over his head.

Mario's eyes grew round as he took in the sight of his brother basically snuggling next to the Koopa King, who had taken a look at the older plumber and just went back to sleep.

"Oooooh, quindi voi due vi state coccolando adesso? Che audacia!"

His brother snorted, dragging the blanket down enough so just his nose and usually pristine mustache stuck out.

"Come se tu non avessi fatto lo stesso a 'Mr. Dancing Pecs'," came the sarcastic reply.

Spluttering, Mario called out for him to not be late or all the food would be gone, DK following after the older plumber and asking why his face was so splotchy.

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BONUS

both brothers get cold and will cuddle anything warm in the area

mario totally did the same with DK

bowser and luigi, and mario and DK were matched up as partners for the winter sports event, everyone shares a room with their sports buddy

translations:

ghhh, dammi altri 5 minuti = ghh, gimme 5 more minutes

sveglia sveglia dormiglione = wakey wakey big sleeper

oooooh, quindi voi due vi state coccolando adesso? che audacia! = oooooh, so you two are cuddling now? how bold!

come se tu non avessi fatto lo stesso a 'mr dancing pecs' = like you haven't done the same with 'mr. dancing pecs'

#my words #my fanfic #fanfiction #shapeshiftinterest #games #theme events #bowuigi halloween event #mario #bowser #luigi #bowuigi #donkey kong #dkario #LGBTQA #cuddling #memes #pre relationship

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liyawritesss · 2 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ２４－Ｃｕｄｄｌｅｓ

－ A Little Cold Outside - Valkryie/Brunnhilde - Marvel's Thor

－ in which the grounds are still painted white with snow, and Valkyrie suggests and idea to keep warm from the cold.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“Shit, it’s cold.”

You aren’t sure why the house hasn’t gotten any warmer. Despite having the heat cranked up and sporting a sweatshirt and sweatpants with fuzzy socks, you, for some reason, can’t seem to retain heat. The amount of discarded tea bags and throw blankets that litter the living room loveseat is also a testament to your feeble attempts at keeping warm.

The Norwegian weather was no joke, and as it crept closer to the colder months, you find yourself getting more frustrated with how to keep warm. You’ve stockpiled more jogging sets than what your poor closet is willing to sustain. If it gets any colder, you’ll have to buy a personal heater for every room in the house so that you don’t turn into a human popsicle.

Then, there’s your girlfriend, Brunnhidle, who finds the weather more than tolerable. In fact, she’s enjoying it.

“Hildie,” you whine as she comes down from her home office, hearing her footsteps take her to the kitchen to likely to refill her mug with the same tea you made earlier, “it’s coooollldd!”

“It is not,” Brunnhilde counters, “it’s perfectly fine in here, darling.”

“No it’s not!” You retort with a pout. “It’s freezing! I’ve spent most of the morning trying to keep warm and nothing’s working!”

“Not even the new thermal jogging set I just bought you?” The royal says as she makes her way into the living room, taking the opportunity to break and check her phone as well. She peers over the back of the couch to see you, curled up under your mass of throw blankets, looking so adorably mad at her teasing.

“I swear, I’m gonna buy a heater for every room in this house when winter sets in. I can’t handle this!”

“Hm,” Brunnhilde hums, now leaning on the back of the couch, “there is one thing you’ve yet to try, darling.”

“And what is that?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed as you look at her quizzingly. Brunnhilde’s face lights up in one of her cheeky smiles, and you know that she’s got something mischievous going on in her mind.

“Meet me upstairs, and I’ll show you.”

“That would require me to leave my spot, and the limited amount of warmth I just started garnering?”

“Trust me, baby, you’ll be way warmer upstairs with me.”

You aren’t sure what idea she’s posing, but the prospect of getting warmer is too good to pass up. And so, after moments have passed and she’s went back upstairs, you, too, peel yourself from the couch (accompanied with a singular throw blanket around your shoulders), and make your teck upstairs to your warm bedroom.

As soon as you come into view of the threshold, you see Brunnhilde between the blankets of your shared bed, still in her somewhat casual loungewear, arms open wide for you to climb into. You purse your lips together to keep from chuckling. “Is this your indirect way of asking me for cuddles?”

“You’re cold, and I need a break from being King. Kills two birds with one stone doesn’t it?”

She’s got a point, you admit. So you give up any ideas you had of teasing her to hell and back for her neediness, and pad your way over to the bed, cuddling up to your lover, tangling your limbs with hers, waiting for the warmth of her body what to set into your own.

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angel-inrealtime · 1 year

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November F1c Prompts Day 24

Day 24 - Thermoception (heat or cold in the environment)

“I’m not built for the cold. I hate it.” Daniel grumbles, hands jammed into the pocket of his hoodie. His nose is red from the freezing air but you can’t even really give him shit about not dressing appropriately; he’s got a beanie over his hair and ears and you watched him put thick socks on before you left the apartment. He’s even wearing boots instead of his Vans.

You step closer to him, worm your arm through the space near his elbow. “Come here, we can huddle for warmth.” You’re almost tripping over each other you’re walking so close but he starts to giggle, jiggling his elbow so you’re off balance. “If I go, you’re coming with me.” You warn.

It only seems to egg him on.

“Let’s go ice skating.” Scotty suggests once you’ve nearly tripped over each other more than once. “Clearly you kids need to burn off some energy.”

“I don’t do cold weather sports.” Daniel whines, jabbing his elbow into your ribs.

“He doesn’t want to get beat at winter sports.” You crow, elbowing him back.

“Hey! How about get fucked!” Daniel shoves you harder but wraps his hand around your wrist lightening fast to stop you falling.

You cling onto his hand, laughing. “You fucking asshole.” You step behind him and put your hands on his shoulders. “Piggy back.”

He catches you easily once you jump, hooks his hands under your thighs. “Your noble steed.”

Scotty fake wretches. “Oh my god you two are disgusting, I can’t deal with it.”

You don’t look over your shoulder, but you hear Chloe thump Scotty on the chest. “Shut up, they’re so cute.”

“Actually this is much warmer, we’re onto something here.” Daniel says as he walks along, chin tucked into the circle of your arms around his neck.

You squeeze his shoulders and kiss the skin on his neck, warm against your lips. “Big brain moves, babe.”

He snorts, still carrying you easily.

By the time you get to Bryant Park everyone is chatting around you and Daniel puts you down on your own two feet again. “Do we have to, I’m so shit at ice skating.” He tries again.

You reach up to pat him on the cheek with a grin. “It’s alright Bambi, I’ll help you.” You turn back to the group as he splutters. “Shall we get one of the igloo things after? We’ve got a bit of time before we have to be back.”

Chloe grins. “Love it, great idea. With cocktails, yeah?”

“Exactly, that’s why it’s an after skating activity.”

The ice isn’t particularly busy, and you think you must have unwittingly timed it well, coming after they finished the photoshoot for Daniel’s merchandise collection. You do a lap while Daniel fusses putting the hire skates on, muscle memory from a childhood spent on rinks coming back easily.

“Well well well, look at you go, you kept that quiet.” Blake laughs as you glide around him.

“I’m a woman of many talents, I’ll have you know.”

You slow to a stop in front of the entry gate and rock back and forward waiting for Daniel.

He huffs as he walks clumsily on the rubber mats towards you. “These are like, my least favourite things, the cold and-”

“Not being good at something immediately?” You finish for him. “It’s for fun, my love. Come on.” You say encouragingly. “You’ve rollerbladed before, right?”

“Not well.” He mutters, taking your hands. “I like bikes and shit that isn’t like...attached to my feet.”

You laugh but squeeze his hands. “So, keep your knees a little bent and just push and glide.”

“Oh yeah it’s just that simple...” He concentrates for about a quarter of the rink and then looks at you with wide eyes. “Hang on, you’re going backwards.”

“Well yeah, I grew up ice skating.”

“Surely that’s unsafe.”

You realise once he’s talking that he’s moving his legs without really thinking about it. “I’m not gonna start doing hockey stops in front of kids or anything.”

“Who do you reckon was the first person who was like; oh I know, I’m gonna strap fuckin' knives to my feet to get around?”

“Genius, honestly.”

“Nah.”

You keep him talking, pushing backwards as he pushes forwards. “Daniel, you’ve done two laps and you haven’t even noticed.”

“I...oh.” He grins his stupid megawatt grin right at you. “Fuck yeah, I can ice skate.”

You let go of one of his hands and half turn to skate beside him, holding the other one.

The rest of the session passes without incident, and he chases you once he’s properly got his legs under him. By the time you’re putting your shoes back on both of your cheeks are red, flushed from the cold and exertion.

It’s warm in the fake igloo, with mulled wine and apple cider steaming in paper cups held in cold fingers. Daniel pulls you down onto the same chair as him, legs draped across his lap. “For warmth.” He says out loud, to a chorus of laughter.

“Thanks for teaching me.” He says into your ear, breath tickling the skin there.

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interstellar-debris · 1 year

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*slides in Risky Business style*

Hello, you glamorous rock star! I've got an idea for you. Would you be interested in doing some headcanons for Beckman, Shanks, and Reader (if you're comfortable, I know you mentioned being new at it!) for this lovely holiday/winter season? I think we could all use a bit of fluff this time of year to counter the added stress and what better way than with two of the best pirates/parents on the seas? Thank you for hearing me out, for your time and effort, and I hope you have a marvelous December!

Hi, my dear shining friend! This made me so excited that I literally wrote this at 1 am. Your order of fluffy (and fun, if I may say) hcs with two of the most fearsome pirates is up! I hope you will enjoy it!

Winter HCs

°Characters & reader pronouns: Shanks; Benn Beckman & GN reader in mind

°Synopsis: What would winter with these two fine pirates be? (Add to it a sprinkle of the crew shenanigans)

°A/N: I did it with GN reader in mind, but if I missed smt, pls let me know.

Cozy moments in the quarters. Just you, Shanks, Beck, and your hot beverage of choice. And yes, there are definitely plenty of eggnog refills.

Speaking of eggnog, Roux has mastered the art of most alcoholic, while still delicious eggnog…, and now the first mate is on babysitting duty twice as much.

Despite the crew being a loud one in general, I can guarantee that both Shanks and Beckman love those quiet winter moments - candles, fluffy blankets, yummy beverages, and time, which feels like it has slowed down so you could fully appreciate this all.

Be prepared though. The second the deck gets under a blanket of snow, chaos ensues; even if only among the three of you, though more usually than not everyone gets dragged into this icy war. And while yes, Shanks usually starts the fight, don't get fooled by the usually laid-back Beckman. He can, and will, throw the snowball with scary accuracy…

Usually, you and Shanks get together to bring the first mate down, but occasionally your lovers side against you, and well… good luck, you are screwed.

Fair warning: if the crew is involved, be prepared for them nagging the hell out of Yasopp and Beckman, riling them up, until it ends in a snowball sharpshooting competition… It has already happened several times, and you can't convince me otherwise.

Baths. Especially after playing in the snow. Shanks has a bigass bath, which can fit the three of you comfortably, so that's where you go for the evening - if it's time.

On another note - Shanks is a little shit! Even more in the wintertime. He will have the cutest and most innocent look on his face… and then he will shove his icy cold hands under your clothes - cuz gloves are for weak! - all while sporting a proud smile. He is happy, cuz he caught you unaware. Meanwhile, Beckman leaves the moment he sees that look on his lover's face; he fell for it far too many times than he wants to admit. And no, he doesn't alert you. Learn it the hard way - as he had to.

Beckman will, however, make up for his betrayal by being extra cuddly. I like to think that he comes from a fairly warm island, so he isn't the best in dealing with cold weather… Luckily Shanks runs hot, and who wouldn't mind some extra cuddles with this fine man, you certainly don't.

Beckman can't skate. He just doesn't do it. I mean, Shanks can't skate either, but only when sober - no one knows why or how, but the moment Shanks gets on the ice drunk… he is a pro ice skater. He is not allowed though, Hongo banned him, saying that he doesn't need any more stress in his life. He would like to have his hair stay blonde for at least a couple more years. -

Speaking of the duo stressing the hell out of the ship doctor; Lime Juice made a bet with Shanks once, that Shanks can't persuade the first mate to try skiing… A week later Hongo was the one who collected the money to buy a splint for Beckman´s broken leg and sprained wrist, while Shanks mopped around being scolded by the doctor.

So, all I am saying is: “Good luck, you will need it. And please give extra appreciation to the ship doctor, for making sure they survive the winter months, okay.”

#levy.writes #one piece hc #one piece headcanons #red hair pirates #red hair shanks #akagami no shanks #benn beckman #gender neutral reader #benn beckman x reader #red haired shanks x reader

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thatguy03 · 2 years

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Taste of your own medicine - Male tf

David loved to screw around with his boss. He had gotten a job in construction a couple of years ago, when Wayne had just gotten promoted to foreman. David and Wayne had very similar bodies when david got hired, strong build with very little fat despite Wayne being twice David's age. They both ate well and the job burned the high amount of calories they needed to eat, but ever since Wayne got promoted, he has really started to round out. He sits around a lot more, but still eats the same amount he did when he was a laborer, that and the fact that being in his mid fifties really killed his metabolism makes the beer belly make sense.

David would constantly point out that Wayne's clothes were getting too small, despite him getting three new uniforms since the promotion. He also took every opportunity he had to get a good shake out of Waynes hairy belly. It was all in good spirits but Wayne figured it was about time he got David back. It was too bad that David had maintained his amazing bod, he wasnt going to be easy to crack.

One day when work was done, on his way off site, David approached Wayne. As per usual, he gave Wayne a good slap on the belly, 'See ya tomorrow big boy'. Though as he walked away, he could hear Wayne chuckle under his breath. David found it odd as Wayne usually grumbled some insult back, not laugh. 'Maybe the old man is going nuts' he thought.

David went to bed that night, just like any other night, unaware of what was to come. While asleep, David's body began to change drastically. All the hair on his head receded until he was completely bald, and his patchy facial hair grew into a bushy salt and pepper beard. His eyebrows became thick and bushy, his nose wide and plump, and wrinkles formed all over his face, making him look like a weathered old man. His body grew fatter and saggier as all the years of construction really took a toll on him. His pecs grew into a pair of juicy moobs and his abs rounded out into a solid beer gut that rivaled Wayne's. His arms grew much bigger from all the fat and muscle he gained over the years, along with thick callused man hands from the labor. His back grew rolls of fat as a thick coat of black hair covered his entire torso, even over his shoulders. His waistline burst through his boxers, leaving him completely naked as his lower body transformed to match his upper body. His ass grew fatter and flabbier, pushing him further up on his bed. His dick got half covered in his new fat pad that now occupied his crotch. His legs thickened to carry the new weight his elderly body had grown. His lower body followed suit and grew thick black coat to keep him nice and warm over the winter.

David woke up the next morning to see a large mound under his blanket in front of him. He removed the blanket to see a hairy mountain of a gut attached to his body. Out of shock he screamed out in a deep, cigarette ridden, voice and pulled up the rest of his covers to see the fat and hairy bod that he was sporting. He reached his thick hands to his face and felt that all his hair had migrated from his head to his face. In a moment of clarity, he remembered Wayne laughing the day before, this must have been a sick joke from him.

David through on a shirt that barely covered half his gut, and shorts that he couldnt even button because if his expanded waistline. He marched onto the work site, exposed belly jiggling with every step, and confronted Wayne.

"Its so much better than I could have imagined" Wayne said laughing his ass off.

"Ha ha, I get it I'm older and fatter than you, you happy?" David sulked.

"Oh very happy", Wayne snarked as he grabbed David's gut and slapped it around. "It feels great to give you a taste of your own medicine"

"Ya well you've had your fun, can you turn me back into me now?"

"Oh you still are you, I'm just giving you a glimpse into your future, about 30 years into the future."

"Wait this is me at your age!?" David yelled.

"Karmas a bitch eh, dont worry you'll be back to mid twenties you by the end of the day, though you might want to get used to this body, it's not as far away as you think."

David went through the day being taunted by Wayne for having back pain and for not being able to reach his feet anymore.

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sarahsmi13s · 4 months

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Okay, I needed to pop back in and request another!

Can I have Charlie Young and some peppermint? I have this sneaking suspicion that Charlie would hate it if you drink a peppermint latte in front of him, at least until he tries it. After that, it's the only thing he'll drink!

hey star! it's good to see you again! thank you for popping back in to celebrate with me! 🥰

|| lattes shouldn't be minty ||

this is so wrong... but it tastes so good

Charlie had been an assistant for years, he picked up on a few things. One of those things being your coffee order. Every season, every order. He knew it by heart. Did he understand why you liked to add the bite of mint to your warm lattes in the New York winter? No, but it made you happy and that was enough for him to look past your odd taste in seasonal coffee. But one day, when you woke up to Charlie sleeping in and the checking the weather to see that there was no way in hell that you were going out for coffee, you pulled yourself out of bed to go to the kitchen - deciding to just make yours and Charlie's drinks yourself. Charlie was pleasently surprised to wake up to the scent of coffee and the sound of your singing coming from the kitchen. He made his way in just as you were pouring it and mixing yours with your peppermint add-ins before topping both with foam and yours with hand crushed candy canes. He couldn't help but tease you about it, all playful of course. "Don't knock it til you try it, Chuck." The face he pulled at the dreaded nickname made you laugh and kiss his cheek before going off to throw a sweater on over your sports bra and a pair of socks on. You came back to Charlie standing awkwardly by the counter and sitting his mug down. Brushing it off, you go over to him and he plops you up on the counter before kissing you - his preferred method of thanking you. "Um... Charlie... my dear, sweet Charlie... Why do you taste like pepperment mocha?" "That's you baby." "No... I didn't drink mine yet." "Shit..."

thank you again for coming in to celebrate with me star! i hope you like it! i love ya!

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

#vinny's moodboard multiverse #vinny creates #500 follower celebration #moodboard celebration #set it up #charlie young #lattes shouldn't be minty #startrekfangirl2233 <33 #sarahsmi13s

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exoluxionlove · 10 months

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230622 Seoul Subway & Travels As Seen Through the Eyes of SUHO

Many cities around the world have their own metro systems, but the one in Seoul is exceptional. The subway system in Seoul is the most tourist-friendly means of transportation. The Seoul Metropolitan Subway system, which helps tourists save time and energy, will be explored in the company of SUHO, the leader of boy band favorite, EXO.

SUHO, known for his meticulous planning, has curated a special travel course called the SUHO Line for those exploring Seoul. The SUHO Line encompasses various popular destinations in Seoul that SUHO frequents or aspires to visit, all easily accessible via the subway system. Before revealing the SUHO Line, let’s learn more about his typical day in Seoul and what he loves to do in this city.

Q. Where have you traveled to lately?

A. I went to the States for work a few days last year. I was there for about five days after shooting a TV show. I also went to Australia to shoot Besties in Wonderland.

* SUHO gave a presentation at the Korean Studies conference at Stanford University.

Q. Before we get started, what’s your MBTI personality type?

A. I'm ENFJ. I'm extroverted, and I like meeting people. And I love planning (laughter). I like talking to strangers, too. I’m a typical ENFJ.

Q. What are your latest hobbies or interests?

A. I really got into wines about two years ago. I don’t drink wine to get drunk. I guess I'm more of an avid learner. I try to write tasting notes whenever I drink wine, and I like to find new wines that I have never tried before. I'm still learning a lot about wines and enjoy drinking at places with a great atmosphere.

Q. It seems you like to experience new things.

A. I love discovering and learning new things. That’s why I got into wine. Oh, the weather has warmed up now. So, I promised Kai I’d go on a bike ride at Hangang Park soon.

Q. Do you like being active?

A. Yes, I like to stay active. But I'm not really into vigorous sports. I like roaming around to experience things myself.

Q. If you’re into wine, do you sometimes drink alone?

A. I rarely drink by myself. Instead, I watch YouTube videos on wine. Sometimes, I find some wines that look interesting in some of the videos. Then, I try to find places where I can taste those wines. I don’t tend to drink alone, so I call my friends to come and drink with me.

Q. You’re particularly known for the "J" of your MBTI type. To what extent do you plan ahead?

A. I mostly use Instagram to communicate with my fans and post images to become my photo diary later. I pick a few places I’d like to visit whenever I travel. Then, I search hashtags related to those places and see so many pictures uploaded by others. I capture some images that I think have good composition, and I pick the outfit I will wear when I go there. That’s how much I plan ahead (laughter).

Q. Is there a favorite shop of yours?

A. I usually shop online, or I go to select shops in Cheongdam-dong. I want to try out some of the vintage shops as well. I want to visit the vintage shop, Opal, that Chan-hyuk visited on the show, I Live Alone. I’ll pay a visit one day.

Q. Which one do you prefer more, dining or street bar?

A. It depends on my mood, but I prefer street bars when I’m in Korea.

Q. Would you visit street bars when you’re traveling?

A. Definitely. But it isn’t easy to be in public when I’m in Korea.

Q. You will be in public with us though (laughter).

A. It’s certainly easier if I’m shooting.

Q. When was the last time you took the subway?

A. I ride buses sometimes, but the last time I took the subway was three or four years ago in Japan. In Korea, the winter of 2012 was the last time I took the subway.

Q. Is there a part of Seoul you visit often or particularly like?

A. I often go to Cheongdam-dong or Sinsa-dong. I’ve been going to Seongsu-dong a lot lately. Samcheong-dong is a place I’d go for exhibitions and cafes.

Q. What is your favorite food?

A. Burgers. Specially handcrafted burgers. A burger can actually be a healthy food. There are carbs, protein, and veggies. You can ask them to custom make your burger to be less salty and whatnot. I really like this place called Zesty Saloon in Seongsu-dong.

Q. Do you enjoy taking pictures?

A. I can guarantee I’ll take the best picture of someone in less than a minute. Some people take good pictures of you without you actually posing or noticing. And I'm certainly that person. I wish my friends would take good pictures of me when I'm sitting at a bus stop or something, but they don’t (laughter). I have to ask them to take pictures for me, and I pretend I don’t notice them. When I share the pictures I took with my friends, most of them get surprised because they like how they look.

Q. How about you taking pictures of other tourists this time?

A. That’s actually a good idea. I really do take good pictures. I took pictures of Jiyeon Lim when we were in Australia shooting Besties in Wonderland, and she loved them. She posted a lot of them on her social media. Everyone likes pictures where they look good in them (laughter). I can quickly fill anyone’s Instagram feed with my pictures.

Q. Are there any parts of Seoul you’d like to discover?

A. Oh! I was always curious about those people who ride skateboards at Hangang Park. It looks really interesting. I'm quite good at inline skating, but I’ve never tried skateboarding. I want to try those outdoor rock-climbing walls, too.

Q. So, the keywords of SUHO Line will be “pictures, Hangang, shopping, and must-eat places.”

A. I guess so. I can’t wait to find out (laughter).

Everyone has different tastes when traveling, but we all like encountering something new. Starting from June 22 until July 13, the Seoul Tourism Organization's official YouTube channel, VisitSeoul TV. will release a new episode every Thursday of the SUHO Line series that features a special travel course curated by SUHO, with the theme focused on unveiling hidden gems. Spot the undiscovered charms of Seoul through the SUHO Line series.

#Suho #Junmyeon #Exo #Visit Seoul

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anticomedygarden · 5 months

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scarves

Harry and Draco have fun at a winter festival. That's it.

also on ao3

"Are you ready to go, yet?" Harry called up the stairs, not for the first time. He was standing at the entrance of Number 12 Grimmauld Place waiting for his boyfriend so that they could go to the neighborhood winter festival, or, as Draco put it, "appease the stupid muggles who don't even know where we live."

"Almost," Draco said, again, not for the first time. What was he even doing up there? Harry knew that it took him a while to get ready, but this was ridiculous.

Just as he was about to go check on him, Draco finally appeared at the top of the steps from the dark, unlit hallway - they really should get that fixed - sporting tight black trousers and a light grey sweater with his blond hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Of course, there was the one accessory Harry thought he could do without: the green and silver scarf dangling from his neck, but none of that explained what had taken him so damn long.

"Finally," he said. "You know you don't have to dress up for this; I'm pretty sure everyone's going to be totally bundled."

Draco eyed Harry's dark sweatpants and old Hogwarts hoodie distastefully. "Lucky for us, we have warming charms and don't have to go out looking like we're going for a run in freezing weather."

The like you do was left unsaid, though Harry could admit his boyfriend looked good. "But that's basically what we're doing."

"Yes, but we don't have to look like it."

"Get out."

"You first."

"Gladly."

Then, they were out the door and walking toward the sidewalk. Unfortunately, their muggle neighbors, a man, woman, and toddler, at Number 13 Grimmauld Place chose that moment to leave their house. Harry went to grab his wand out of his back packet (sorry Mad-Eye), but Draco already had his out and was muttering something under his breath. The next second, the muggles turned back to their front path and walked on, completely oblivious to the wizards standing in the yard behind them. The toddler even jumped in a snow drift left over from last night's storm, much to the annoyance of her parents who just barely managed to coax her out of the pile and back down the street.

Harry looked at Draco. "We have got to start checking outside before we leave the house."

Draco glanced back over at the muggles. "Or we could just keep obliviating them. It's worked so far."

They waited a second for their neighbors to pass their section of the sidewalk before continuing on. "I'm afraid the little one is going to get permanent brain damage."

"There's no record of that ever happening."

"Why do you know that?"

Draco just shrugged, and they eventually made it to the end of the neighborhood where the houses gave way to shops, restaurants, and other small businesses. The owners of most them had little booths just outside their doors to promote themselves, but the big draw was the synthetic ice rink set up in the parking lot behind one of the restaurants. Already, children were tumbling over each other in their feeble attempts to skate. Harry couldn't wait to drag Draco onto it.

"What do you want to do first?" he asked. It wasn't dark enough for the streetlights to be turned on, but the road was well lit anyway with bright colors from the booths trying to attract attention.

"I'm not skating," Draco said firmly, a dark red light catching on his chin and neck.

He was, but Harry wouldn't spoil the surprise yet. "Let's look at the booths. We need to get gifts still." He took Draco's hand and dragged him over to the first booth only for the blond to keep going.

"What are you doing?" he asked. He didn't even get to see what they were selling.

"We can't stop there, the owner doesn't like me."

The next booth was selling homemade earrings, which they glanced at before moving on. Was it Harry, or had a blush risen to Draco's pale cheeks? "What in Merlin's name did you do?"

Draco's cheeks turned redder. "It wasn't anything I did..." He trailed off.

At once, Harry knew what he meant. "No."

"Yes, and now, he hates me. It's for the best; none of his books are good."

"He's selling books?" Harry asked incredulously. That would've taken care of Hermione's gift and possibly even a few others.

"We'll just have to find something else for Hermione."

They continued perusing booths and managed to find some trinkets they thought their friends would like: a pretty blue bracelet for Pansy, warm gloves for Ginny that could be modified into Quidditch gloves, some toys for Rose and Teddy, and an odd looking stuffed pink elephant for Luna. They had a close call when a vendor noticed Draco shove the elephant into his pants' pocket, but ultimately, the muggle laughed it off. No more brain damage in the neighborhood today.

Now it was time for skating.

The second Harry turned to Draco at the end of the street, the blond started shaking his head. "Absolutely not."

Harry took his hand and dragged him bodily back up the street to the parking lot behind the restaurant at the end of the block. "C'mon, just for a little bit."

"No, no, no," he said, repeating the word the whole way down the street. When they got to the rink, he sank onto one of the benches they had for people to sit on while they put the skates on and refused to stand back up. "I told you, I'm not skating."

Harry grinned into his hoodie. "You don't even have to let go of the wall. It'll be fun!" At least, he hoped it would be. He'd never actually skated. Surely, it couldn't be worse than balancing on a wet broom in the middle of a storm while dodging bludgers.

Nevertheless, he went and got two pairs of skates in their sizes and brought them over to where Draco was sitting in despair.

"No, I'm not doing it. I'll fall and look stupid."

"More stupid than you do right now sitting on the side while children less than half your age are out there?"

Draco glared at him, unconvinced.

"Just try it, please? For me?"

Finally, Draco's eyes softened, and he grabbed the stakes and shoved them on his feet, leaving his shoes under the chair. Harry did the same.

Now for the hard part. He gripped the side of the bench tightly and slowly pushed himself upward, smiing when he managed to remain standing. This wasn't so hard. He certainly felt more balanced than he thought he would.

He looked behind him to see Draco also standing tentatively, hunched over to maintain balance. Already, this was bringing back memories of the first time he'd ever flown. He had a feeling he would not take to the skates as well as he had to the broom.

Slowly, he took a step without falling, and then another and another until he was at the entrance to the rink, Draco a few steps behind. He took yet another step onto the ice, and his foot nearly went out from under him. He grabbed the short black border in a death grip.

He was wrong. This was the hard part.

"Wait," Draco panted, also clutching the wall. "Have you never skated before?"

Harry looked at him in surprise. "When would I have ever skated?"

Draco's knees were trembling from clenching his muscles so hard, but his expression was hard as stone. "You took me out here, and you've never even skated?"

"Again, when do you think I would have skated?"

"I don't know, you grew up in this world, maybe you'd been to one of these before."

Harry picked his foot back up and clunkily slid his way fully onto the ice. Draco did not follow him this time. "Yes, I had so much fun at the rink in between cooking meals, sleeping in my cupboard, and getting my arse beat. Now, you've already got the skates on, just get out here."

Draco heaved an enormous sigh, closing his eyes long enough to count to ten. "Fine." Then, hugging the wall, he clomped onto the ice and did the exact same thing as Harry except he went all the way down.

"Motherfucking shit," he muttered, loud enough for a woman holding the hand of a young boy to hear. She gave him a nasty look. "What?" he said. The woman just turned and steered the boy in the opposite direction.

Harry had to laugh. "Wow."

Inch by inch, Draco pulled himself up. "It's not my fault she's immature about words."

Harry would have pointed out that she was probably more worried about the kid repeating the swear words, but he was too focused on not falling flat on his face even while holding onto the wall.

Silently, they started walking around the rink, and Harry even managed to stand up straight at the third wall, but on the way back around, he accidentally tapped Draco on the back, and he actually screamed, causing Harry to fall down backwards, startled. "Don't touch me, I'll collapse."

Harry groaned from his place flat on his back. "What, your private tutors didn't cover skating in little wizard prince school?"

"Oddly, my athletic education was rather centralized on the one sport," Draco bit out.

Harry dragged himself back up, and they continued on. Watching all the little kids glide effortlessly (and some not so effortlessly) Harry couldn't help but feel a bit pathetic. They probably looked like the kids from Teddy's peewee quidditch team.

A few laps and some minor falls later, they decided they were done skating for the day and made it back to the bench.

"Well, that was embarrassing," Draco said. He looked far more steady in his old leather boots thankfully.

"At least none of our friends saw it," Harry replied. He was very happy to be back on the sidewalk to their house, though he did have a good time. "Hey, do you wanna go in the backyard with the brooms to try and regain some dignity?"

"That sounds amazing, but first, you need this." Harry watched confused as Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of fabric - no, a scarf, scarlet and gold.

Harry looked at him in amazement. "Is that what took you so long earlier?"

Draco laughed. "Yes, why do you keep it in your sock drawer?"

"Where else would I put it?" When he reached out to take the garment, Draco yanked it back.

"Somewhere reasonable," he said.

"Yeah? Like where?"

"Like here." He threaded the scarf around Harry's neck, and Harry let Draco pull him into the house, grinning the whole way.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fluff #my writing #my fic #harry x draco #draco x harry #fluff

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prototypelq · 2 months

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DMC Questions Anon here!

How do you think the characters in DMC feel about snow? How do they react to it?

Contractually obligated to answer this one today, because it's been a helluva snowstorm outside, and I wasn't expecting it this far down february (nervous chuckle looking at the date of the ask, anyway)

Disclaimer: I think the weather really doesn't bother the sparda idiots that much. If Cerberus, King Cerberus and Berial is anything to go by, then Hell has all kinds of extreme temperatures going on, so the loser hybrids should be resistant to it all. This has pretty much been the main reason why I could not think of anything to write on the topic. However, today's snowstorm has reminded me of an important note:

The Vibes

Weather makes the vibes, so this answer is not literal 'do the twins feel cold', but more of a 'what weather do they vibe with'.

Sooo, we have the Winter and Summer camps to divide characters into.

Dante goes into Summer category - he doesn't mind the snow too much, but if his clothing choices are to go by then he likes warmer temperatures. Vergil is in the middle - cause a certain beloved mutual of mine (p.s. all of my mutuals are my beloveds, I'm just calling out a specific one here) has pointed out Vergil haven't experienced actual sunlight in about twenty years, so I imagine he would love both to warm up in the sun and the wintery vibes. Unlike Dante, who has 5 pieces of clothing in total, and doesn't care too much about his looks, Vergil likes to dress for the occasion and I think he loves his scarfs, he seems very much like a scarf guy, so yeah he'd dress properly in winter at least.

Nero is a Summer boi for sure, he doesn't really get cold in winter, but he always Feels cold the moment temperature drops below 15 C outside. I like to imagine him puffing with wingclaws when they're out in winter xD. He loves shorts, slippers and tank tops for summer walks.

Kyrie is a Winter girl. We have no canonic idea on what the hell the climate of Fortuna is, but based on irl Italy i imagine it gets both warm in summer and cold enough for some snow in winter. Kyrie would try to spend as much time possible when there's snow around (driving Nero a little bit crazy), she loves gluhwein and maybe ice skating. Yeah I can easily picture her dragging Nero (and Nico) to the city ice ring when it's up. She also likes cycling in other seasons.

Not sure, but Nico also goes into the Summer camp too.

Trish is the same as Vergil, she's ambiguous, she mostly just likes the natural weather phenomena of human world without their destructive properties, when compared to Hell.

Lady goes into Winter camp for me. She dresses for the weather, but the winter vibes suit her better I think. Probably would be good at ski running...now that I think about it, she'd be awesome at biathlon... I also think she runs in other seasons, I mean, she has to be constantly training in the background to be able to keep up with demons, right? sports-obsessed Lady headcanons go

Lucia is ambiguous because she likes both seasons, though I imagine winter and proper snow would be uncommon for her. Another gluhwein fan for sure. She probably likes stretching in the summer.

Patty is a definitive Summer lover, but she likes snow-related activities too, and has the common sense to dress properly. Likely a skiing fan, when the cold is mild. I also think she really likes swimming, or some other water-related activity in summer.

Sparda likely liked Summer more, just because he didn't have to worry as much about his family getting sick, but on his own had no preference. Probably liked reading outside in good weather though. Eva is a summer person in my eyes too, though I don't yet have a concrete picture in my head as to why. Maybe because she misses her garden and is locked inside the mansion with two literal hellion children in wintery seasons xD

Thank you for the ask Ember! This has been fun to think about)

#I think Im forgetting someone but im not sure who send help #dmc questions anon #im off to enjoy the fresh snow now #dmc

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shinobuscanonwife · 1 year

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Helloooo! I was wondering if you could match me with a character. I saw something like this on another post and I wanted to try it with my favourite Tumblr writer! (Aka you) Basically I tell you how my personality,looks and stuff like that are and you tell me which kny character (preferably a demon, but I'm ok with getting matched with a slayer too, as long as they're not a minor!) you would think would be most likely to date me :)) So here's about me!

My name is Lucifer

Appearance: I'm 5'7, I have long dark brown hair and I'm not that skinny but I'd say I'm not chubby either. I'm a romantic goth so most of my clothing are really dark and gothic. I prefer wearing dresses and skirts rather than pants, but when I do wear pants I just wear black jeans, my eyes are a dark brown!

About me: I really love danger and horror, I watch horror movies almost all the time and get really excited while watching them. I am really into cuddles and when I get into a relationship I'm pretty clingy. I don't get scared easily. I'm bisexual with a preference for boys. My favourite kny characters are Muzan, Douma, Mitsuri, Inosuke and Enmu! My favourite hobbies are listening to music (specifically slipknot or heavy metal in general), reading crime books or horror books, dressing up, watching crime documentaries, going out to enjoy some fresh air, playing rhythm games and drawing!! :)) I'm an ambivert, so I love both staying home and going outside. My favourite weather is rainy weather with thunderstorms! (It excites me for some reason) My favourite animals are sharks and capybaras :) My favourite movies are Halloween, Scream (1996), Mean girls, Friday the 13th, The cult of chucky, The nightmare before Christmas and Jaws. I collect horror movie figures and I also love cosplaying! Usually the characters I cosplay are either vocaloids or villains from different animes! I loveeee slipknot, they're my favourite band and I'm literally on the top 0.5% slipknot listeners on Spotify, not even kidding. I am pretty energetic, I'm also autistic and may have ADHD (not sure, but I do have a lot of symptoms!) When I get really excited I jump a lot. I love jewellery and painting my nails and I'm really good at mathematics :) I'm kind of a germaphobe honestly. I do swimming as a sport and I've won 3 medals in races, but I stopped racing a while ago and just do swimming for fun now. I get cold really easily on winter 😭 My favourite holidays are Christmas and Halloween! That's it, I honestly can't think of more stuff to say about me heh

Hope you're having a wonderful day! This is my first request that isn't anonymous so I'm pretty nervous

Bro were literally the same person

I match you with.....

Muzan

He absolutely loves your personality. He enjoys reading horror books with you and he loves cuddling with you while it's thundering and listening to the rain and thunder. It relaxes him and finds how happy rain makes you cute. He lets you paint his nails sometimes and offered to paint yours. he made you promise you wouldn't tell anyone Muzan loves the fact that you're clingy. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside whenever you cling to him or when you offer to cuddle with him. He loves going on walks with you right after it stops raining. He loves buying you little gifts. Sometimes it's new skirts or clothes or sometimes it's flowers or drawing supplies or nail polish but he always buys you stuff whenever he's gone for a couple nights because of work. He had never really worried about holidays before but ever since he met you he loves spending Halloween and Christmas with you. He buys you the most expensive gifts on Christmas and makes sure you have an amazing time every year. He prefers staying inside during dates especially cause he can't go outside during the day.

Thank you for your request!! I've been waiting for someone to request something like this :0 have a nice day/night

#kny x reader #kny headcanons #muzan headcanons #muzan x reader #muzan x you #muzan fluff

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darkwood-sleddog · 1 year

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blerg.

my mental health lately has been garbage, the most garbage it's been in a long time. just crippling anxiety, can't sleep, cry if i hear music at the wrong time garbage.

i haven't run dogs since december, mostly because of terrible icy/warm weather, but my last run wasn't bad, slash was in single lead, looking good! but the past week? the thought of getting on the runners makes me feel ill. Anxious that things will go wrong (they probably won't). feeling that i am not capable or talented or in control (none of this is true), feeling that i haven't improved in this sport (also not true), that i'm behind. I want to do more, i want to be great, I want to be better. I want to be able to get on the runners and not worry instead of being sick to my stomach before I step on, only able to cure my anxiety once I realize I know what i'm doing (yet again). I want to feel like I can run without my husband on a bike behind me. I am crippled by my own ambitions and dreams. i'm one of the few malamute mushers. i'm one of the few malamute mushers with a small team that runs dogs 16km regularly. my mentor is proud of me, my peers tell me they look up to me, I trained these dogs from SCRATCH. I love them. I love this sport. the silence of running dogs in winter is one of my favorite feelings ever.

and yet. anxiety and self doubt festers in me. why? because I'm anxious the boys will have feelings at each other? That an off leash dog will come up to me? that i am otherwise incapable? i didn't use to worry about these things. i didn't even feel like i needed to have enough snow to brake and now the trail conditions must be perfect. before i am soothed.

i am running dogs tomorrow. no matter the conditions, no matter how bad i feel beforehand. no matter how sick or sore or anything else because i NEED to remind myself i AM capable and strong and trained these dogs well. will i still feel like mental crap after? maybe. but at least i will have tried...

#not dogs #kinda #personal #idk. guys.#a lot of this has to do with my fear of...the boys really hurting each other even though they barely bother each other in harness #or just in general i see people who started mushing when i did...accomplishing more #and i get frustrated #but they don't run malamutes i remind myself. how much of that is an excuse #idk....#my competitive spirit is an evil i will always struggle to overcome #'you're so dedicated!' other mushers tell me and that compliment turns to ash in my mouth bc now that's added pressure

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itneverendshere · 1 year

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"this love came back to me" - viii

Pairing: Sunghoon!AU x Reader

Summary: sunghoon never stopped loving his best friend's older sister. even when you broke his heart. even when you left. will he finally let you go or will you finally open up your heart to him?

Chapter word count: 2.230k

CHAPTER WARNINGS: nostalgia; childhood friends; cute; jay and Jake being absolute comedians; slowburn; sunghoon finally not being dumb; cursing;

viii. HE GOT IT!

Summer nostalgia is usually associated with warm, carefree days of summer.

It often evokes feelings of longing for the past summers, where memories of summer vacations, long days spent outdoors, and the smell of sunscreen and freshly cut grass can bring a wave of nostalgia.

For many people, like Sunghoon, summer brings back memories of simpler times and a slower pace of life, often associated with childhood and adolescence.

His summer months were filled with freedom and fun activities for children, memories that stayed with him until today, probably during his lifetime.

But before he learned to love summer, he absolutely loathed it. It meant he couldn’t skate as often anymore, not outside at least. He’d been passionate about the sport from the moment he learned to walk, spending most of his time practicing and perfecting his skills. Nothing compared to the feeling of gliding across the ice and the thrill of performing jumps and spins once he mastered them. Sunghoon also appreciated the physical and mental benefits that came with the sport, it increased his endurance and coordination, and it helped him clear his mind when it got too foggy.

If he was winter personified, you were summer. He remembers, from an early age, how you were always drawn to the warm weather, the long days, the beach, and pool days. Your playful, and carefree attitude matched summer perfectly, the sense of freedom and fun that came with it. You were, still are, vibrant and full of life, someone that radiates a sense of warmth emotionally. You have this uplifting presence in the lives of those around you.

There wasn’t a time when you didn’t bring a sense of lightness and joy to him. To Sunghoon, your presence has always been associated with happy, sentimental memories and good times. The adventurous side of you, always up for trying new things and making the most of life made him understand that summer wasn’t so bad. Perhaps your energy and enthusiasm were contagious, it helped him feel seen and valued.

Loving to love summer because of you was a transformative experience. How could he possibly hate something that resembled you so closely?

He fell for summer, the same year he fell for you. He was fourteen and you’d spent the entire summer at Jay’s lake house, undoubtedly one of the best summers of his life. You two used to wake up earlier than everyone and go fishing, and you’d spent the entire time competing to see who would catch the bigger fish. And you’d always win.

All of you kids would spend the afternoons swimming and playing in the water, attempting to outswim each other. You used to stay up late, telling ghost stories around the campfire, manly Heesung because he enjoyed scaring the living shit out of everyone.

And on some weekends, his parents would join, and you’d go on these amazing boat rides as the day came to an end, just so you could sit and watch the most amazing sunset from up close. It was so beautiful, Sunghoon would never forget how the sky was painted in all these different shades of orange and pink.

Nor the way you looked.

To be honest, you were the most captivating sight. You always stood tall, with your head tilted back slightly, taking in the orange and pink hues that filled the sky. Your hair blew gently in the breeze. The warm light of the setting sun cast a soft glow on your skin, highlighting your natural beauty and that’s most likely when Sunghoon fell in love with summer and the ethereal feeling it brought along.

His memories are interrupted by Jay’s steps as he walks back and forth by Jake's bedroom window, his footsteps are loud. Another creak, another shuffle. Jake’s face is stuffed between two pillows, Sunghoon’s not sure if he’s sleeping or just exhausted from running around the entire day, in the scorching heat. Sunghoon is sitting in a corner, book in his hands although he’s not reading it at all, as Jay’s foot keeps tapping up and down like some dumb wind-up toy.

Sunghoon lets out a slow controlled breath, broad shoulders wiggling in an attempt to let ignore Jay’s curious gaze. It was a decent effort, enough to fool himself into pretending one of his best friends wasn’t staring him down like Sherlock Holmes, but it sure as hell didn’t fool the onlooker with a keen eye.

Until he finally snaps.

He looks over the top of his book at Jay, who’s still making too much noise, even without opening his mouth. He holds the book up slightly, to make it seem like he’s adopting an uncomfortable pose with the book to accommodate the act of listening to this unwanted conversation.

“What?”

His lips are pursed, a slight furrow between his dark brows as he stares pointedly at Sunghoon, then at Jake's lying figure, who promptly ignores him, “Hey, pretty?”

All the while, while Jay might be expecting to get a comment from the annoyed ice skater, he only gets an 'um-hmm' and no eye contact.

Jay takes a deep breath and lets it out again, slowly, “Hey…pretty?!”

Sunghoon’s rather risk the embarrassment that’s about to come than wear a mask. The banter and the confrontations are part of the way their group bonded. Occasionally, they’d go too far, but over the years they’d learned how to apologize too.

“If you don’t get to the point—"

When Jay’s brain finally comes fully online, it flashes a smirk, which Sunghoon always interprets as an announcement of sorts, that Jay’s about to release his magic. Or bullshit.

“When did you two make up?”

“A week ago.”

“Goddamn, that was fast,” there’s a pleased look in Jay’s eyes as if he’d been the one responsible for solving the entire situation, “See, I told you to go for it! Look at you all grown up!”

Jake, being the fiercely loyal and overprotective little brother, he grew up to be, immediately jumps from his lying position, “Go for it?!” His complaint seems to be erased from his as he gawps, before he finally snaps out of it, “What do you mean, go for it?! That’s my sister, asshole.”

Jay’s eyes cast upwards, “Give me strength.”

“Of all the things you could’ve told him, you chose…go for it,” Jake’s nostrils flare as if there’s an offensive odor in his bedroom, and the muscles in his face twitch tightly in protest, causing his mouth to curl into a frown, as he turns his attention span to Sunghoon, “You slept with my sister?!”

Sunghoon exhales from his nose, gathering himself, for a preparatory sight, one like ah shit, here we go again. With an audible sigh, he replies.

“I didn’t sleep with your sister.”

“But you want to.”

Someone’s going to end up punching the shit-eating grin out of Jay’s face before the day ends, the broad smile on his tan face is suggesting more self-satisfaction than it should. As if he’d been waiting for this moment.

Jake stands up from his massive bed, walking onto the window still, hugging himself in the process while shivering like a leaf, violently as if he’d been out in the cold or soaking wet, “I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“You’re such a theater kid,” Jay mutters, as the lines across his face become more prominent while his eyes are scrunched together.

Sunghoon is proud of himself for being able to remain composed, and levelheaded, while these two shitheads go at it. Truth is, he’s happy, even if things aren’t completely fixed yet, even if his best friends never shut the hell up, he’s content. Maybe he’s found his inner peace, but he’s just got a really, really, good feeling about this summer and about you.

Rest assured; he must’ve played your last conversations a million times in his head. His favorite was the one in your room when you told him the truth. You would’ve stayed if he asked. That had to mean something, right? Obviously, he’s a little (a lot) terrified of being in way over his head, but this time around…everything feels extraordinary, incredible even, when it comes to you two.

“I knew you still loved her,” Jay likes to push boundaries a bit to see what he can get away with, “Never fooled me.”

“Dude, you set him up with like four different girls?”

“That’s not the point here,” Jay’s hands move quickly, in wide, sweeping motions, “He dyed his hair blonde and bought a bike, what was I supposed to do? My man was hurting! He needed some cheering up.”

Sunghoon’s not sure if he finds the interaction entertaining or draining. But either way, he might have a small grin on his face. Jay is a good friend, he’d always cared about everyone’s well-being and had always been willing to be there for them in the good and the bad times. He was never afraid to speak his mind and although he was a troublemaker, it was all in a good-natured way.

“So…what’s the plan here?”

Jake scoffs, making sure his distaste is noticeable, “You’re not making a plan to make my sister fall for Sunghoon.”

“Why not?”

Jake buries his face in his hands, unable to fully convey his exasperation, “Because she’s, my sister?”

And then silence. Jay appears to be deep in thought, a slight frown taking up his entire face while he stares off into the distance. His fingers tap on Jake’s desk as he nods his head along, mumbling to himself before he turns to Sunghoon.

“We’ll leave Jake out of this one.”

“You can’t leave me out!”

Suddenly, Sunghoon’s contagious laugh fills the room, he has always laughed with his entire body, shaking, and leaning forward. It’s loud and boisterous and shows how happy he feels now.

“As he lost it?”

Jake nods, scratching his elbow in the process, “I think he did.”

It’s been a very long time since Sunghoon felt such a sense of peace and satisfaction with the present moments. He hasn’t felt this relaxed and at ease in years. Maybe it’s because you’re back, maybe it’s because his friends are good ones or maybe it’s because it’s summer.

But most of all, it’s because he… knows. He figured it out.

His love isn't unrequited anymore.

He didn’t see it before, two years ago, but he sees it now. The way you look at him, the big smile on your pretty face, and your sparkling eyes when you see him. Fuck, the way you focus and pay such close attention to each word or move he does. You’d always been affectionate with him, always took time out of your days to see him, but it feels…so different now.

He sees it, the look in your eyes and he instantly recognizes it, because he’d been looking at you like that since he was fourteen.

It takes him a second for all the new information to sink in and process properly, even though it sits right before his eyes, in his memory, larger than life. Then, if possible, his lips stretch even wider into a gaping grin and his brows arch for the sky.

You made it. You’re here, finally at the same starting point as he is.

“Yo, one dimple boy!” Jay insists one last time, hoping to snap him out of whatever vision he’s having, “What’s the plan?”

Amazement doesn’t quite cover it. It feels like someone just took Sunghoon’s spark of love and poured on dynamite. The smile he’s showing on the outside can’t adequately reflect how much he’s feeling inside.

“I...don’t think I need one.”

He’s still not sure how he’s going to make it work, but he will, he must. Granted, he’s had plenty of turndowns in his life, but he’s certain this is real.

Jake moves closer to him, like a baby animal on a bad acid trip, limbs moving according to his chaos. The only thing Sunghoon can make out beneath his moving hair is the shock on his face.

“You finally got it?!”

“I did.”

Jay frowns, mind stuttering as he struggles to catch up to the conversation, wondering if he missed something important, “What the hell are you two talking about?”

“Fucking finally!”

Jay pauses, dragging a hand over his face as he glances between his two best friends, “Will you two speak like normal people? What is this? Dumbass morse code? Words, people! Words! Explain!”

“He got it!” Jake repeats with a smug smile, eyebrows high up as if he's won the great lottery.

Jay’s arms drop, shaking his head, “You’re gonna get it too if you don’t explain.”

Sunghoon’s aware he never fully explained everything that went down between you two, to anyone, let alone Jake. It made sense because he’s your brother but also…made him feel like shit because Jake was, is, his best friend, and he shouldn’t have to keep secrets from him. He never told him much, but at the end of the day, he never had to. Jake knew everything, connecting the dots and following the clues Sunghoon and you left him, unwillingly, was easy.

Jake speaks out again, suddenly, “If you hurt her, you’re a dead man, Park.”

Sunghoon knows he’s being serious, although there’s a small smile attached to his face.

“I got it.”

“I’m so fucking confused.”

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Another chapter in record time...idk how this happened. Spoiler alert but the next chapter will probably explain a little more of y/n feelings and the backstory of her feelings towards hoon. At least that's sort of my plan.

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