#it wasnt exactly as so bc i could not for the life of me get a good ending

[ganondoodle]

I probably still wouldn’t have been a big fan of the game, but I don’t think I would have been NEARLY as upset about TotK if BotW didn’t seem like it was so obviously setting up plot points for a sequel. Like, you’re very clearly MEANT to wonder what malice is, and how Ganon became the Calamity instead of just the Demon King. Fi is awake again, where are they going either that? What’s the deal with the Triforce-shaped symbol on Zelda’s hand? There were a LOT of other things like that, and many of them had to do with overarching lore for the series.

I get it if they want to reboot the series, but “BotW 2” was the single worst game you could have done that with. It could have been an amazing conclusion to the original continuity.

EXACTLY, you, you get it

botw felt like the introduction to a vast world with secrets and hints to things that were planned to become a bigger thing- a big giant game as a big giant set up, and then ... like totk likes to do alot, it lacks a pay off, and that is something it even does within itself, cosntantly, set up and no pay off, or set up and the most boring and uninspired pay off you can really not even call that, from the bigger things like the whole dragon thing being hammered into your head as irreversible and then it IS reversible.. out of nowhere without you having to do fuck all, the whole thing with the ancient hero beign a big mystery with lots of interesting ideas attached and then its some weird ass dog creature that doesnt resemble any other race with, of course, sonau armor, bc there nothing that isnt sonau in that game, even finding the old treasure maps you can find that then lead to amiibo stuff from botw id call that

botw wasnt that great with rewards either but exploring the world and wondering about those, surely intentionally, placed mysterious and intriguing designs and places did alot for making it so interesting to think about, totk fumbles it all and even the new stuff doesnt even come close to that environmental storytelling botw was so great at, sonau ruins? ha they look entirely different than in botw actually, bc those were built by hylians you see, the actual sonau stuff is in prime condition considering the time thats passed and its all the same blank blocky blocks that serve no purpose but to be a place for you to find a thing or exchange some currency- the most you can think about it is ... that the sonau hollowed out the entire underground of hyrule, every inch of the map, ... which is WEIRD and doesnt exactly make them look that good but ... thats all there is

at least with the shiekah it made somewaht more sense and it felt much less .. invasive? and you didnt have anyone from that time to talk to, other than dead monks whos only purpose is to give you their last piece of their own spirit, but in totk ... raurus ghost and mineru too are both just there to talk to but DONT tell you shit but vague hints that were already clear, the sky islands used to be on the ground? oh you dont say, you see them there in the stupid memories! and dont get to know how they got up there and theres nothing that can clue you in to that, its just sonau magic yet again i guess

dont even get me started on the whole malice/miasma thing, it made so much SENSE that there was a source of it, someone that has keep kept in a horrible place just between life and death for thousands of years trying to break free by their hate and anger manifesting to such a degree its literally spilling out and building creppy eyeballs, mouths and ribcage like structures like they are trying to rebuild themsleves outside of their awful prison no one knows about is so damn compelling, but no, actually, the guy trapped there was the msot evilest evar, was sealed bc him evil and no other motive, and the previously mentioned stuff is pretty much utterly unceonnected, and his magic beign miasma with red instead of pink and no creepy body parts was the true version of it, that pink one was its own thing heehooo SHUT UP argh

it doesnt help that really, i dont feel like the sonau were set up either, they were a tiny part in botw, really only serving to make the world seem more ancient and more full of history, having ruins from a past civilization there you know nothing about and cant find out more is so good, its compelling and sad and makes the world feel more real, just shoving them into everything, being the center of attention all of thes udden and not even the architecure fitting feels so ... forced, i really truly believe the og sonau werent meant to be more than that, but in their fear of the game being too similarly looking like botw they took the sonau to replace the shiekah with them- imo the shiekah were the ones set up to be deeper explored in botw, with their whole misstreatment by the royal family in the past, monk miz kyoshia reacting the same way a yiga commander would was deliberate and brings up even more interesting ideas, the comments about where the mysterious energy the ancient shiekah used to power everything being concentrated in certain regions?? thats a big ass set up, the fact that the center of what is signaling everything to reactivate being below hyrule castle? the fact the whole arena thing was BUILT INTO THE CASTLE or it on top of it is so??? cool??? and sso damn intriguing, we are scratching the surface of their history- but then no, actually, the sonau are the cool new shit those other ones just uh ... disappear, also the sonau did everythign the shiekah did but even better wayy before them haha

its like they didnt want to tackle the more complicated stuff with the shiekah, their relationship to the royal family and how the yiga ... have a point and a good reason- so they replaced them with entirely new purely goodest good guys that did the same stuff before them with none of the history attached :))

this is why im so insistent on it not really being a sequel, thers no follow up on anything that was set up, NOTHING, and no, a couple having a kid now or whatever isnt a follow up on an interesting set up, how hard is it to understand that-

.... listen to me rambling, you probably know all that already nhjdfkbnkd

(i know i always bring up the shiekah but ... they were so central in botw, while also not taking up every single corner- unlike some other ones >_____>, with so much interesting stuff to connect and think about, i cared about them so much i felt kicked down the stairs by their treatment in totk)

#ganondoodles answers #ganondoodles rants #zelda #totk #totk critical #maybe its jsut me that feels so strongly about the unanswered stuff around the shiekah #but im #biting wood and clawing up the walls in my head

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

#sometimes i get really sad about my life you know? like. really sad about it lmao. for various reasons. #like it would be really cool to be normal. very often i just wish i was normal lmao. #but then i remember meeting this guy while i was homeless&he had everything that i late 20s/early 30s college grad would want #stable&well paying job in the field he actually went to college for #rented part of a banging a duplex that had a yard allowed dogs&was a five minute walk from downtown bar crawl area #had both one of my fave motorcycles-- an r6--&one of my all time dream cars-- a 6speed cts-v. #i presume a dating life from the tampons that were in his bathroom. #&yet. he was miserable from what i could tell lmao. &it was weird bc it was like he didnt realize that #until he met us lmao. i would be more annoyed by that. i was v annoyed by it at the time lmao. the amount of weird jealousy i dealt w while #fucking homeless+sick is disgusting&ill never forgive fucking anyone for it&a part of me will always be dead+rotted bc of it lmao. #but for him it was different in the way of. i could kind of understand it lmao. #he had come from a rough background from what i understand&was a success story. #&yet he clearly felt trapped in his own life. clearly felt like he was surrounded by things he should be more grateful for while none of it #filled the hole in him ppl like him are PROMISED success will fill. being apart of the status quo but on the good end will alleviate. #he had been in one accident&never rode his bike again. when i asked why he lied&told me the bike was unrideable bc he didnt know me lmao #&when i asked if there had been any damage past the obvious dent in the gas tank he got red+quiet+changed the topic. #he worked at some big bank&didnt bother trying to brag bc the one thing he DID know about me is that i am v anti bank+leftist lmao. #he considered himself a leftist too until he talked to me&realized he was actually v centrist in basically every view he had #&that centrism came from a desire to keep his privileges as a cis white straight man-- something that made him openly embarassed. #he used to deal thru college&when i met him he couldnt keep up w one round of dabs w me something that also obviously embarassed him. #he had surrounded himself w ppl just like him&was jarred upon meeting anyone outside of that bubble who wasnt a far right asshole. #&he didnt like what he saw about himself. &that was really obvious. #when we left his place after the brief week we were staying there he was literally in tears about how much he wanted to come. #to help&see where we ended up or whatever idk lmao. i guess im still actively annoyed by it lmao. #but i still get it on some level. when you reach the top&realize youre not fucking happy where do you go from there? #will a house do it? will moving to a different location for your same bullshit job do it? will meeting a girl exactly like you do it? #&when i want to be normal so bad it physically hurts i remember him&i think maybe things arent so bad lmao. #like it could be worse i guess lmao.

[thisisasupergoodidea]

sooooooo… middle of the year writing update…

im still chipping away at my plot outlines. multiple. i started working on one WIP and then got stuck and jumped to another and then got bored and jumped to a third. and then i figured some good shit out for the first one so i went back. now im just roaming around the ideascape as i please

its not terribly efficient, but nothing i do is. its been fun, at least. i really would like to talk about how much i have written, but i feel like its pointless at this moment bc nothing is exactly set in stone yet

oh and ive also been trying to get back into my poems as well. when my brain needs a puzzle of a different flavor. the eventual plan is to make a little horror themed poetry zine or something. maybe even just for myself, not to sell. u dont know how much i need something i wrote to be in a form that i can hold in my hands. with pages and ink

anyway. the WIPs remain WIPs

#i talk about life n stuff #the process of making word lasagna #sorry i know my wording here is so vague that u cant even tell what projects im talkin about. and thats bc. im self conscious #ive never been good at explaining myself and my thoughts concisely. i either try way too hard or i dont try at all #and my WIPs still seem to me like little seedlings anyway. they could wither and die tomorrow. so why get anyones hopes up yknow #thats exactly what happened to my biggest project of the early 2010s. i was crushed for months by the weight of admitting it wasnt working #if im gonna get crushed again id rather no one know the full extent of it lol. is that healthy? hell no

[norrizzandpia]

omg i just found your account and read “this is about oscar?” and “the video” and had an idea of like a combination of the two?? maybe like reader is his gf and we obviously know oscar is a bit of a shy, soft-spoken guy, so his girlfriend is the opposite: more outspoken, says what she’s thinking (it’s giving i am the rockstar, girlfriend vibes) so everyone like always jokes that she’s definitely topping him in the bedroom, but then something happens and a video gets leaked and people realize that it’s actually the opposite where he’s super dominant and stuff and it’s just everyone freaking out about how wrong they were 😭😭

When i tell you the SECOND i read this i was SO EXCITED to write it

She Wears The Pants, Right? (OP81)

Summary: Nobody saw it coming. Nobody.

Warnings: leaked sex tape, sexual conversations, language

y/nnn my boy 💌

Tagged oscarpiastri

Comments:

op81fan3 walk him like a dog sis, walk him like a dog.

oscarpiastri anything for you my love ❤️

- ln4andop81 PLZZZ HE IS SO GONE FOR HER

mclarenfan2 he cooks for her, brings her flowers, MATCHES HER CLOGS 👹👹👹 i hate my life

- f1fan23 no because oscar literally sucked at cooking and only got good for her like BRO WILL DO ANYTHING FOR HER

- mclarensgirly hes her housewife like you cant tell me otherwise

ln4andop81 NO YOURE SO RIGHT

mclarensgirly i love how y/n is the big spoon in the second pic its so obvi she wears the pants in the relationship

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oscarpiastri date night 😚

Comments:

mclarensgirly she prob ordered for him

- y/nnn …yes i did

- oscarpiastri Y/N.

ln4andop81 they are arguably the most aesthetic couple on the grid

- mclaren arguably?! They are.

- oscarpiastri mclaren admin to the rescue

- y/nnn yeah bc you cant do it yourself

- ln4andop81 GAHDAMN.

- mclarensgirly JESUS CHRIST

- mclarenfan22 SHE ATE HIM UP AND SPIT HIM OUT

- landonorris where was my invite?

- oscarpiastri …

- y/nnn we didnt want you there

- landonorris damn ok 🥲

- mclarensgirly y/n really fights oscars battles for him

- mclarenfan22 she prob does other stuff for him too

- f1fan2 im fully convinced she tops him every single time

- mclarenfan2 thats so real bc there is not a SINGULAR BONE in oscars body that is even slightly capable of dominating

- mclarensgirly SO TRUE he is so soft hes just so babygirl theres no way in hell hes ever topped in his life

- ln4andop81 he prob doesnt even know what dominating is 😭😭😭

- mclarenfan22 omg no he def does but only bc y/n dominates him

- ln4andop81 YES YES EXACTLY

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TWITTER

ln4andop81 yo wtf.

- mclarensgirly nobody talk to me rn.

- mclarenfan22 WE WERE SO WRONG????

- ln4andop81 “you like that baby? You like it hard and fast?” UHHHHHH OSCAR.

- mclarensgirly HIS MOANS AND GROANS WHEN SHE WOULD RESPOND TO HIS MOVEMENTS AND TOUCHES OMFG

- ln4andop81 CAN WE ADDRESS THE FACT THAT HE WAS TOPPING HER LIKE IT WAS SECOND NATURE???

- mclarenfan22 WHEN HE WRAPPED HER LEGS AROUND HIS WAIST SO HE COULD GO FASTER OMFG>>>>

- mclarensgirly no bc guys. who is that oscar.

- ln4andop81 ig its “keep it loud so everybody knows who keeps your eyes rolling and back arching” oscar

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y/nnn when your sex tape is leaked, you think you’d get multiple hate messages or something, but all I’m getting is “OSCAR’S DOMINANT???” so here are a few instances that prove who Oscar really is 😏

Comments:

mclarensgirly A FEW INSTANCES????? NAH GURL WE GET IT AFTER THAT 35 MINUTE LONG VIDEO

ln4andop81 “you’re so fucking hot baby all mine, huh? All of this is mine, remember that.” DID YOU BLANK ON THAT ORRRR

- mclarensgirly YEAH LIKE I DONT NEED ANYMORE CONVINCING

- mclarenfan22 YALL ARE MISSING THE PICTURES OF THIS POST. THE. PICTURES. PEOPLE.

- mclarensgirly omfg youre so right THE CUDDLING PIC TO MAKE US UNDERSTAND HES THE BIG SPOON 😭😭😭

- y/nnn dont get it twisted im the big spoon

- oscarpiastri do we need to leak another video?

- ln4andop81 WAS HE ALWAYS LIKE THIS OR WHAT TF

landonorris this was completely unnecessary

- oscarpiastri no it wasnt.

- oscarpiastri ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME PPL STOPPED THINKING I WAS A PUSH OVER

- y/nnn calling me a slut is such an interesting way of accomplishing that!!

- oscarpiastri we both know you liked it.

- y/nnn well, yeah.

- landonorris WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABT THIS ON MY COMMENT CHAIN. STOP.

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oscarpiastri yeah i cook and i clean, all ways i keep my girl satisfied iykyk 😉

Comments:

y/nnn yeah we get it babe you keep me sexually satisfied 🙄🙄

- oscarpiastri why are you annoyed??

- y/nnn thats actually such a good question

mclarensgirly CLAWING MY EYES OUT SCREAMINF AT THE SKY CRYING BLOOD HDJDGDJSHDNSMSIDHNDHSHD

ln4andop81 im still stunned at how off we were

- mclarensgirly thats so real bc we literally were like “oh no! He doesn’t even know what dominating is!! Haha!!” And then a day later a video of him fucking his gf and letting us all know VERY WELL he has a breeding kink leaked

- mclarenfan22 THE BREEDING KINK 😩😩 “gonna fuck you so deep and fill you with my cum so everyone knows who you belong to”

- ln4andop81 AHHHHHHFNSHDJSHJDHD THAT AND THE OVERSTIMULATION 😭 “give me one more baby youre gonna take it whether you like it or not”

- mclarensgirly hes j so ever changing

- mclarenfan22 giggling because ever changing is such a beautiful word to describe the fact that none of us thought oscar was good in bed

- y/nnn well he is

- oscarpiastri hell yeah i fucking am

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x reader #mclaren #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri imagines #oscar piastri fanfiction #oscar piasstri #oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #oscar pastry

[thedogsleg]

also the thomas voice hes doing the thomas voice looking like thomas but saying samuel things oh ok he wants me to call him daniel now but the point is hes annoying and in like 5 years im gonna be locked up arent i?

#me op #its like me:*cheking for thomas* is that u? sam looking and sounding like thomas: is it me? whipe your ass! go play go play! HAHAHA! #and he makes the skull smile #and thomas keeps appearing with lighter grey? more transparent?? robes and a yellower skull even when they where both with #me the other day so i know it wasnt daniel samjel whatever hes shouting at me for calling him samuel again #haha i called him sam by accident in my head and he corrected me to SAMUEL by accident not daniel haha youre gonna be samuel #there was a 3rd the other day but idk who they where....very human and non skull face i could bearly see them they stood back #about as far as thomas but in a diffrent corner while samuel barked and screamed on my chest #im not sure what damuel is he doesnt seem all well you know the word bur hes either fallen or concived or rised idk i dont know this guy #maybe in a year ill know as much abour him as i know about thomas now #i kinda miss when thomas would follow me around...not even like for seeing him just the good time in my life ig lol #thomas exactly 12 mo ths ago when he didnt have a name and was very there but only mildly thretening i want that back tbh... #OMG HE BITES ME TO MAKE ME JUMP EVEN THO I FEEL NOTHING THIS GUY IS WORDS I CANT THINK BC ILL GET PUNISHING I DBABSBSBBS

[chyeyuj]

an anon reqeusted this fic and im sirry if it wasnt exactly like the one you requested bcs i forgot baout it and this is my 2nd remake...if the pic below is like not being lined tgt or smtg, js ignore it. im not remaking this again.

cheater!ex!bada lee x wife!reader x wife!aiki

"yn."

you felt someone tap on your shoulder and look sroumd to see none other than your ex, Bada Lee. You never knew you'd meet her again. "I didn't know you were involved in this show." She said, chuckling but all you did was smile at her awkwardly. "Yeah, I didn't know you were involved too." You replied. "Well you know me, dancing is my passion!" The way she spoke was as if she didnt just cheat on you a long time ago. She continued to speak again, "How's your life going, yn?" She asked, a grin on her face as she waits for your answer patiently. "Its alright, what about you? How is you and Howl?" You shoot her back with a question and she immediately drops her smile when you mentioned Howl. "We're..not together." Bada replied, looking away.

Years ago, you and Bada were the "healthiest" couple in your whole life. Everything was smooth, until Bada met one guy during her dance sessions. Howl. You thought they both had a sister brother bonding and you knew that Bada doesnt have feelings for men. But everything changed on that day, the day you got back from dancing with your friends. When you got home, you saw a pair of shoes that weren't yours but not wanting to think negatively, you thought that Bada bought new shoes.

Inside, you didnt see your girlfriend anywhere, she wasnt watching tv like she used to so you went to your room to put your things you just bought with your friends earlier before searching for Bada.

But opening that door was something you regretted doing because when you did that, you saw Bada and Howl on both of you guys' bed, making out.

Hearing the loud gasp you let out, the both of them pulled away and look at you, their eyes widening in shock.

Before Bada could get up though, you immediately closed the door and walked out of the house in tears. You immediately went to Tatter's place since she was the friend you trusted the most and when you told her baout what happened, she immediately gasped. She did not expect this from someone like Bada. She insisted you to stay with her, tomorrow or afterwards she will get your stuff in the house you and Bada used to live in together.

It has been days, weeks, months ever since the incident with Bada. You were living your life to the fullest. Tatter had introduced you to one of her friends, Aiki. Both of you hung out, telling eachother's interests and more. Soon, Aiki confessed which you accepted. Aiki has treated you better than Bada ever had, always being with you no matter what and she was very loyal. And eventually, both of you were happily married until this day.

Back to the current situation, Bada finally looked at you, smiling a bit. "So..anything new happening lately?" She asked, changing the topic. "Yes, I am married." Your reply making Bada's face turn into shock, her jaw agape. "With who?" "Aiki." Again, she was shocked to hear about the news. Never has she thought that you would end up being married to someone. Aiki showed up at the right time after fixing her clothes and everything, immediately walking beside you and putting her hand on your hip. "Oh Bada, right? Leader of Bebe? I like your team's spirit." She said, smiling while Bada only nodded, still a bit shocked. "Well the show is about to start, you should get ready." Was the last thing Aiki said before leaving along with you. Meanwhile Bada was looking at you both with shock and disappointment. She knew it was all her fault.

#gxg smut #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee #aiki x reader #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader

[etfrin]

god okayokay

reader is dewey and gale's daughter and apart of the "core 5" (reader, mindy, chad, tara and sam) and dated amber freeman in the past. though has severe ptsd from what had happened a year ago (and the fact that reader saw her dad die and almost died with him, if it wasnt for the fact that they managed to stable her) and reader killed amber to avenge her father thinking by killing amber brutally would make up for dewey. thought if she hunted down her father's killer, she'd feel better.

present time, she's living with chad and ethan in their dorm. her and ethan are in a relatively healthy relationship, but she never opened up about amber or what exactly happened back in woodsboro because she wasnt ready. in fact, he never even seen her without a shirt on (because of the scars from amber and richie), but once he walked in at the wrong time while she was changing in complete accident (since they share a room) and he apologizes PROFUSELY but he cant help but stare. hes not even disgusted hes just kind of mesmerized by her. she gets insecure abt them and he lays her down and asks her abt them, how she got them. some scars were actually from stupid little things like slipping on a skateboard while carrying around a knife in a sheath that wasnt secured all the way so reader started carrying around switchblades after that (which she used to kill amber.) but he cant help but kiss them and tell her abt how beautiful she looks with them. so im just saying switch virgin! ethan and switch experienced reader (lost her v card to quinn first staying there but its a brief thing and isnt mentioned after that) just really soft sex between the two, ethan being a caring bf and after, realizes hes fucked up because hes genuinely fallen heads over heels for the girl he should hate. he knows he cant kill her, so now he doesnt know whats more important; avenging richie or being with the one he loves. choosing between his family, or choosing a life he wouldn't have with anyone else with someone that he loves more than life itself.

may had of gone overboard but im in love w this whole idea

↳❝Scars | Ethan Landry❞ˎˊ-

Warning - NSFW | p in v sex, fingering (f. receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), loss of virginity (Ethan), mentions of murder, scars and Ghostfaces. | lmk if I forgot anything!

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

A/N: okay so this was supposed to be a drabble then it was suddenly 1.6k words (don't ask me what happened), I hope whichever one of you requested this likes it, I TRIED I PROMISE and here's the link to request!

virgin! Ethan Landry x female! Reader

Ethan didn't ask about the scars for a week.

He didn't act any different despite seeing the ugly healed-up wounds all over your skin. Despite some of them being from playing around, most were from your fight with the Ghostfaces.

You thought he would be disgusted when he first saw them, the one second before he had closed his eyes, but there was no visible disgust on his face. Only concern.

And he had apologized so much that you practically pitied him.

Even now that you were on his lap, your lips tangled with his in a heated kiss. His hand on your nape, another hand on your hip. He hadn't ventured far yet, being as respectful as he could be.

All the while you felt yourself getting needy for his touch. After another heated kiss, you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips. Ethan's face was flushed with a crimson red, breathless from the kiss.

The hand on your hip went near the hem of your shirt and you felt yourself tense. "Can I?" He asked softly. You give him a nod, anticipating this time, he would feel disgusted. That he would leave you heartbroken.

He took off the shirt, his breath caught in his chest as your scars came into view.

The gashes were all over your skin. White healed tissue tinged with pink. "How?" He lets out a choked whisper. "Would you mind telling me how?" He said, again, his eyes looking into your so tenderly with no hint of disdain.

Taking in a deep breath, you nod and begin to tell your story, everything from your father dying and you killing Amber to get revenge, for the wounds you got from the fight. Everything.

"I know they aren't the prettiest to look at," you whispered, "I know I understand if you don't want to stay with m-" "Don't even finish that sentence," Ethan interrupted.

"Don't," he said in a firm tone, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with tears even if they didn't fall, he pulled you in for a hug. "You went through so much," he whispered, his voice filled with emotions, filled with care and love.

"Let me take care of you, they're not pretty but they're a part of you and I love these scars just as much as I love you." He said you felt yourself nearly getting to tears as well from his words but held yourself back.

"Okay," you whispered, "Take care of me."

And that's how you end up under him, bare for his lips to kiss all over your scarred skin. You let out encouraging purrs as his kisses travel down from your neck to your collarbone. A small cut was there due to negligence while handling knives. He licked the edges of the scar. You sighed as he continued to worship your body.

He finally reached your torso, and a huge gash was there. He had stopped kissing your skin now, staring at the pinkish tissue that was a huge contrast against your skin.

'Now,' you thought to yourself, 'He's gonna realize that you're just not worth it, not with all the baggage and the scars on your skin that come with it.'

"I wish I could kill them," he whispered, his lips brushing against the scar. His words made you melt because it was tinged with truth. There was no doubt in his mind that he would kill them if he had the chance.

He pressed wet kisses onto the scar, making you let out a small sigh. He then crawled on top of you again. His voice was filled with nerves as he whispered, "I have never done this before."

You cup his face with both of your hands and pressed a small kiss on his forehead. "I have," you whispered, you had lost your virginity to Quinn so you were at least aware of what you liked or not.

"I could teach you," you offered, "Figure out what we like or not together." His doe eyes fill with relief and he gives you a smile as an affirmation.

"I would love that," he said, leaning down for another kiss as his hand traveled down to your soaked panties. He lets out a gasp into your mouth as he feels the material cling to your fold.

He panted, "Oh- you're so wet. Is that all for me, darling?" The way he asked made your cunt clench, so breathless and in wonder. "Yeah, E," you whine as his fingers glide on your clothed pussy, the slight friction making you gush out more juices.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, and you nod. He slides down the panties, and throws them on the floor, making a mental note to take it for himself later.

He pressed his fingers to your folds, sliding them across your cunt until the tip of his finger finds your entrance. You let out a small gasp, feeling yourself clench. "Can I?' He whispered, and again you nod. "Go ahead, E," you whispered.

The first digit enters, making him whimper about how tight you are, and how warm your insides feel. Your inner walls pulsate around the single digit.

He pumps the digit in and out before his index finger also joins. A whimper escapes your lips as your pussy stretches to accommodate his digits. "Is it good?" He asked, the nervousness mixed with heat in his tone.

"Perfect," you assure him, "Just crook your fingers a bit and you'll find a spot, focus on that for me, E." He eagerly does what you asked, his fingers finding your G-spot and pressing into it every time he thrusts his digits inside.

You moan, your hips bucking into his touch. Getting a bit more confidence from your pleasurable sounds, Ethan goes even faster. Your walls begin to pulse with the familiar need to snap the tension that was building but you didn't wanna cum so soon.

"Stop," you whispered and Ethan pulled back immediately with a questioning gaze. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, concerned, "Did I hurt you? I am sorry."

You chuckled, "Nothing like that, my love. I was close…" You bite your lip, hesitating about saying the words that you knew would sound crude, "Wanna cum on your cock for the first time."

His eyes widened at your request. He nods obediently, pulling off his shirt with one hand and taking off his belt so he can slip out from the rest of his clothes.

His cock looked painfully hard with his cockslit leaking pre-cum all over his length. He stroked his cock to elevate some of his own needs.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he whispered, as he slotted his girth near your entrance. His cockhead getting coated into your slick. You shake your head, "I want it, Ethan. So much."

He gives you a nod. He buries his face into the crook of your neck as he slowly slides into your warmth. Inch by inch, his cock stretches out your pussy, your inner walls molding into the shape of his length. He lets out whines as his veins sizzle with pleasure.

You felt his dick pulse and twitch as he whined, "Gonna cum. Gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Your hand goes to his hair to harshly tug at the brown curls. Effectively distracting him from the overwhelming pleasure. "Sushh, baby," you whispered, "It's okay. It's okay." He groans, "Babe…" You hum in reassurance. You make your pussy clench around his dick. Your walls squeezing his cock so suddenly makes his hips jerk into you, his cockhead grazing your g-spot.

You moan near his ear. "Like that," you whispered, "Take care of me."

It took him a few more moments to get used to the vice grip on his cock, the wetness, and the warmth before he began shallowly thrust into you.

He pressed kisses all over your neck, your throat, your breasts. Marking the places near your scars so you can remember this night. Both of you let out noises of pleasure.

He begins to thrust deeper than before as your nails dig into his back and he gets faster as well. Humping into you now, his mind getting lost in the sensation of your velvet heat.

"Am I doing all right?" He whines as his hips keep meeting yours. "Perfect," you moan in reply. His hips begin to snap faster, his thrusts deeper than before, filling you up. You moan louder as you keep getting filled with his cock. Your pussy begins to spasm around his length as the heat fills your tummy.

You were getting close with each snap of his hips. "You getting close, baby?" He moans, his lips now brushing against yours. "Cum on my dick, please, babe!" He begs, as he gets more desperate, his thrusts getting sloppy and losing their consistent pace.

Your free hand goes down to your folds to find your clit. Your thumb rubs fast circles onto the bud. You felt the telltale signs of your climax. Your stomach is coiling, just waiting to explode.

"Please, cum on my cock," Ethan whines again, his lips crashing with yours in a filthy open-mouth kiss. That snapped the tension your body was holding, you moaned into his mouth as your pussy began to squeeze his cock repeatedly. Your cunt milking his cock for all its worth. As soon as he feels your inner walls spasm and contract with a shallow thrust, he begins to cum.

He pants as his cum leaks out, too fucked out to pull out. You were both tired. Both emotionally and physically drained, it doesn't take long for you to sleep.

Ethan lays awake though, feeling the heat of your body beside him. Hearing you breath. He closed his eyes, and an image was in front. In which you're dead and cold.

He couldn't have that. He can't kill you anymore. Not after this. Not after promising forever with you, not after marking you and kissing your every scar.

He would have to choose in the future and he would choose you.

#oneshot #scenario #character x reader #x reader #x you #fem reader #x female reader #x reader smut #smut #x you smut #🍒 a —smut ⋆ #ethan landry smut #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry scream #scream #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x you #ghostface x you #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface #scream movie #scream 6 #scream smut #scream fanfic #scream x reader #scream vi

[crushedsweets]

What about some lulu headcannons since you seem to like her? :)

oh anon u are spoiling me.... heres a little sketch of her college life. let me begin . . tw for general creepypasta things, abuse, bullying, death, etc

ok. so a lot lulus og stuff is gross obviously (although a majority of the og creepypastas have gross origins/creators). as a kid, i was pretty attached to her, but looking back , its just. ugghhghgh. which is why i want to try giving her her own horror type story while still following some of the core things that made her her. BEGONE WITH MIDDLE/HIGH SCHOOL KILLERS...

lulu is 24 but described as 'physically 14' which bugs me esp bc theres so much emphasis on her body being like an adult. and frankly i am not crazy about yet another 'little kid bullied/abused then goes crazy/demonic' story so i scrapped the bullshit ‘is 24 but looks 14 but is drawn like she’s 24!’. So I decided to just to make make her whole zalgo poisoning occur later in life. since its now set in university, a handful of things changed. mayhaps she knows jack ?

she grew up as a rich girl being put through several private schools growing up. she wasnt the smartest, she wasnt the most social, and while i think that the og story did this really fucking poorly, she did deal with harassment cuz she developed early. ranged from people calling her a slut for the same clothes as a thinner girl, to getting dress coded for no good reason, to rumors, etc. so, she's being bullied by her peers, though its moreso a ton of gossip rather than stuff in her og. overall school sucked for her

finally she goes to university. shes away from all those people, away from her helicopter parents, away from dress codes and loneliness. she tries SO hard to keep up the perfect daughter persona in public bc she knows shes walking on thin ice(having been punished for things out of her control all her life), with a wardrobe full of pencil skirts and button ups, but then she finally meets this guy named josh. but that shit gets seriously exhausting. and as many kids in her position do, she wants to Rebel .. she starts going to parties and whatnot w her edgy ass roommate. random garage shows, raves, generally reckless behavior etc. its not her fully her thing but she's there and having fun.

idk his name in the og story but there was that guy that led her on just to further abuse her. i changed him up and made him some guy in a frat that she met at a rando party. he was so sweet to her the first time they met, they talked for a long time at the party, he was cool overall and she never ever craved attention like this before - she never even GOT attention like this before, coming from an all girls school, so she clung. but he wasnt actually gonna date her, so he said some bullshit excuse about 'you know how greek life is, my frat wont let me date u unless u join this specific sorority!! soz' and he chose the worst, most clique-y sorority that has the most insane hazing ritual for girls that arent sought after. he thought there was no way she'd give it a shot and he could get her off his back. a dick move, but he didnt think she'd do it.

but, she does - and the hazing is fucking shit. the girls in the sorority are worse than the girls in highschool (and maybe in cliché fashion, one of her highschool bullies ended up in the sorority before her?). it starts off as things like 'oh you gotta buy your sorority sisters coffee for a week' to 'oh you have to be drunk/high throughout all your classes for a week' to completely deranged shit like branding yourself or slashing a professors tires. things nobody in their right mind would do, typically.

i havent decided exactly how exactly lulu hits the point where they think she's dead, but a group of sorority girls think she is. they panic, and in their panic cannot feel her pulse or hear breathing. she's completely unconscious, cold, and frankly on the way to death - so they take her to slenders forest and get to work

they bury her in a shallow grave, unaware of all the different demons residing in the forest watching one of the most gruesome displays of humanity. if youve watched girl from nowhere, theres a scene where nano gets buried alive by a group of her classmates then she wakes up . . imagine that.

im thinking, similar to the operator, zalgo can infect people as well . . maybe people on their death beds ? anyway, lulu's infected. long after the girls run off, lulu manages to dig herself out of the grave. shes wheezing, coughing, sobbing, its dark and cold and foggy, and she now has to come face to face with zalgo making some weird 'i saved you, i want something in return.' and there goes her eyes !!! rip lulu. maybe zalgo did it cuz hes a dick, maybe he actually needs human parts to seal the deal.

theres some more interaction but overall lulu doesnt have a ton of demon powers or anything. new wounds heal quickly, but her past ones will never will. she can be eerily quiet, popping in and out with fog, doesn't need food/water/sleep. . she does have kinda crazy strength(no agility or speed), but she's so mentally weak it does nothing for her

for a while she does just wander the forest in complete and utter mourning, until one of the proxies finds her and is like Oh Fuck that's not human. toby describes her as a zombie. so she's another job for them to handle

eventually they settle her in the hospital with ann.. the hospital is likely an area that experiences more fog, being closer to the lake perhaps, so it just makes sense to put her in an area she can see. it took a while for lulu to calm down bc she now has a pretty big fear around women , and the proxies have to CONSTANTLY come around and check in for a while, cuz she feels safer with them. maybe they tried putting her with jack but jack said absolutely the fuck not. bc lulus legitmately scary. she's constantly croaking, crying, wheezing, dripping blood everywhere she goes, etc.

she eventually gets along with ann, who thinks lulus cute and fun to chat with. i made a joke about them doing tiktok dances together but like. i could see it. maybe ann reminds lulu of her roommate, the only girl whos been completely nice to her ? dunno. (despite the roomie being the reason lulu got into the partying and stuff)

mmmmmm yeah. that is basically the entire rewrite .

i likely wont include her too much in the story just because the rewrite is so drastic+shes not all too popular but i used to feel very fondly towards her when i was 10 and i do think her character cconcept is super cool (the fog, the eye stuff, zalgo poisoning etc). theres just hella weird stuff but its a creepypasta from 2013 idk what we expect

#hcs #creeped #asks #lulu creepypasta #lulu #sweetart #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon

[desire-mona]

Could I ask for a mini ramble on why Keating is your favourite character? Poised with a notebook and pen to take down notes haha

YES!!!!!!!

BECAUSE NOBODY EVER TALKS ABOUT HIM AND THATS HONESTLY SO RUDE!!!!!!!

so like. keating; let's talk about that

we desperately need to acknowledge that keating is an amazing man right down to his core. he is so passionate about living life in a way that makes him feel fulfilled that he makes it his main goal to teach others how to do the same.

he experienced the same exact thing as the poets, remember, the movie makes a big deal of how nothing at welton changes. he had the same exact oppressive environment growing up as they did, so he knew exactly how to connect to these boys.

HIS INTENTIONS AND ACTIONS WERE NOTHING BUT PURE, AND THATS WHAT MAKES HIS ENDING ALL THE MORE DEVASTATING.

every single one of his peers and superiors fully believed that neil's death was keatings fault, and actively shunned him for it. not a singular person that wasnt a Teenager in his community understood what he was trying to do. welton painted the narrative that keating taught these insane useless lessons about breaking the rules BUT NEED! I! REMIND! YOU! HE MADE A PRETTY BIG EMPHASIS ON THE FACT THAT U GOTTA BE SMART ABT IT! he called out charlie for the call from god thing for a reason!!

another crazy devastating thing abt keating + neils death is the fact that neil was understanding exactly what carpe diem mean's IMMEDIATELY. AND WAS ACTING ON IT!! he pursued things that he knew would make him happy and fulfilled in the long run, he knew what he wanted to do with his life and he took the first opportunity to get it. the exact fucking definition of seizing the day. keating was REACHING THIS KID SO WELL!! HE WAS UNDERSTANDING EXACTLY WHAT HE WAS SAYING!!! AND THEN!!! AND THEN!!!!!!!!!!

so imagine this. you grow up in the most rigid, boring, unchanging environment and decide fuck it, im gonna Do Something for Myself for Once. you start to think oh, this is actually kinda sick, doing things that make me happy. you escape the environment that aims to essentially make these Children into what their idea of successful is. (quick reminder that there are actual children also attending welton. like kids. like 9 year olds n shit.) you actually chase after every opportunity to be what your idea of successful is, and were so passionate about that way of living that you learned how to teach others how to do it. and also poetry and stuff.

so youre doing exactly that, you finally got to a point where youre doing exactly what you wanna do, and teaching these kids in a situation just like yours. and its going SO WELL! there's this one kid who just GETS IT and is doing it flawlessly and then - oh !

and now everyone around you is like um wtf this is your fault actually. SO YOU HAVE TO PROCESS THE FACT THAT YOUR STUDENT IS DEAD ON TOP OF HAVING TO RELIVE THE ENVIRONMENT YOU HATED AND ACTIVELY WORKED AGAINST YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. AND NOW YOU HAVE NO INCOME OR COMMUNITY OR HOME OR FRIENDS. AND THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT KNOW YOU ARENT A MURDERER ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. AND YOUR WIFE LIVES IN ANOTHER COUNTRY. OH AND ALSO YOUR RESUME IS RUINED AND ITLL PROBABLY BE PRETTY HARD TO FIND ANOTHER JOB IF YOU CAN AT ALL.

AND YOU HAVE CANCER. HE HAS CANCER IN THE OG SCRIPT.

keating is my personal description of raw devastation. all of who you are and what you wanted to be is in shambles because of something that isnt your fault. but almost everyone around you thinks it is your fault. and we're just gonna move on from that? thats it? thats the end of the story? no more keating after that?????? downright evil. more people gotta talk about this wonderful man!!!!!

also very sorry if this makes no sense, im quite high. but also shameless self promo pls interact with my ask blog @ask-captain-keating bc i lob running it. pleags. ily for asking this btw!!!!

#desire mona #media #GOOD LORD THIS WAS FUN!!!! #YAAAYYY #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK THANK YOU YHANK YOU!!!! #I LOVE TUMBLR #dead poets society #john keating #neil perry

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small world

this was really fun! i love skk dynamics theyre so <3 this is a bit chuuya heavy bc of my Very Big crush on him :> i tried to keep their relationship here as vague as possible bc i wasnt sure if the requester wanted them to be involved w e/o as well, so its open to interpretation :D

request from anon: y! chuuya + dazai working together to get their gn! darling

cw: stalking, tracking devices, breaking in and bugging apartment, mentions of kidnapping but it doesn't happen here, manipulative behavior

“dazai,” despite the wind whipping past chuuya as he raced down the empty street on his bike, dazai could hear the venom in his voice loud and clear, “are you sure they’ll be there?” 

he doesn’t bother with a helmet, or any sort of safety gear. he has one with him, just in case, but he's never needed it, not when he has the familiar red glow of his ability and his agile reflexes.

“chuuya,” dazai whines—he whines, as if he’s a child instead of a grown man actively tracking an unsuspecting victim while in said victim's apartment, "don't you trust me?" 

he can picture the scowl on chuuya’s face, even though dazai can’t see him. chuuya is predictable like that, but dazai doesn't mind. it makes riling him up more fun. while waiting for a response, dazai busies himself with fixing the second unnoticeable camera. so far, so good—he had placed it so well that it practically blended in with the walls and ridges, even he wasn't sure that he'd spot it if he wasn't actively looking for the camera.

“no,” chuuya spits out, “if this is a set-up like last time, i'll kill you, bastard."

dazai smiles faintly, a mischievous, knowing, smile, his eyes momentarily drifting away, following the blinking dot on the screen, “you can always try.”

chuuya makes a noise similar to a snarl, but it’s muffled by the furious howling of the wind. neither of them say anything after that, not even when chuuya begins to slow down his borderline reckless driving, coming to a stop near the corner of a deserted street. the street lamps begin to flicker ominously—a silent warning, but nobody heeds it.

he walks away from his motorcycle, glancing back at it once with a little sigh before he melts into the shadows and creeps over the unkempt pavement. he’s disgusted by how dirty the place is, abandoned shop lots with broken windows and peeling paint, overflowing trash cans with suspiciously colored things starting to grow on top, and the garishly graffitied walls. what on earth were you doing in a place like this?

“they seem to have wandered off,” dazai’s voice floods his earpiece, as though the other had read his mind, “couldn’t sleep again, i suppose?”

that wasn’t anything new, but coming this far away from your place? he loathes how unwary you could be, but if it weren’t for that, he might not have so many 'random' opportunities to bump into you and charm you as a mysterious, fleeting stranger; your own guardian angel, coming to guide you back home and send you off safely. chuuya unconsciously clenches his fists. as much as he scorns dazai sometimes, he really is grateful for his help—without his plan to plant a few inconspicuous little tracking devices, how could they have been there to protect you? 

“they’re close by,” dazai continues, “go on, now.”

chuuya had asked dazai before why it was always him who was sent prowling the streets for your wandering figure. he couldn’t exactly complain about it, after all, any opportunity with you was a blessing, but wasn’t it unfair? dazai would never give himself a disadvantageous position, so there had to be something else he was planning. he already knew dazai was slowly worming—sly, scheming bastard that he was—his way into your life, showing up to where you worked often enough that you were familiar with his face, but not exactly friendly with each other. he's racked his mind countless times over the question before, but each answer he came up with didn't satisfy him. dazai's own answer wasn't very helpful either,

"so, you know," he had said, causally sipping on his drink, "if anything goes wrong i could easily blame you and run over to charm them off their feet."

at seeing chuuya's seething expression, he grinned, "i'm kidding! you're just, more likable than me. if i saw you in the middle of an abandoned road at night, i totally wouldn't suspect you of anything bad! you're too short to be threatening, and, too pretty."

chuuya stopped questioning dazai's motives after that. whatever it was, he had promised they would get to share you, and that was enough for him.

chuuya glances around, looking for a figure he had ingrained into his memory by now, but to no avail. before he could ask dazai anything, a voice cuts through the tranquil silence, causing him to tense up.

"chuuya?"

he turns around to see you, eyes shining with relief even in the darkness, the warm smile on your bitten lips filling his heart up with joy again. he quickly relaxes his posture, trying to look as casual as possible, and nonchalantly raises a hand back to you.

"hey," he tucks his hand back into his pocket, "what brings you out here? thought you had given up your nightly sightseeing?"

after a particularly spooky experience the last time he saw you out (thanks to dazai's thorough planning), you had shakenly told him you'd never go out during the early hours again. he thought you'd make good on your promise too, and that was partially why he was so worried when dazai had called him an hour ago, ushering him to your location. regardless, the situation turned out to be a blessing in disguise, providing the perfect chance for dazai to sneak in and work on some things while you were occupied with chuuya.

"yeah, well," you exhale, rocking back and forth. were you nervous around him? "i was hungry, and there's this place near my apartment so i was sure i could get there, but," you hesitate, "i must have gotten lost. what about you?"

chuuya lazily gestures to the vandalized walls behind him, "i came to watch out for whoever's been doing this. it's been going on for a couple of days now, and i'm sick of getting it repainted."

you nod, assessing the damage for yourself. it wasn't really a lie, this area was actually part of the port mafia's turf, and there had been someone trashing the walls despite how many times they painted over it. you didn't know what he worked as, of course not, but you had never really asked him either. he was glad for it because he didn't want to lie to you more than he already had. dazai had told him to be careful about revealing his identity too in case it ended up scaring you away. they couldn't have that, after all the careful observations and risky ventures to get to this point, close enough to know where you would be but careful enough to make sure you never suspected anything. it would be a terrible waste if things went south and they'd just lock you up immediately. initially, that had been the plan, but dazai decided that this approach, albeit rather slow, would be more effective.

chuuya watches you worry at your bottom lip, looking anywhere but at him. dazai's voice, in his ear, is urging him on to offer to bring you home. he's seriously considering it too, but before he can say anything, you surprise him by speaking first.

"have you had anything to eat yet?"

he blinks, processing your sudden question. dazai is hissing at him to say no, but he can't seem to hear, or comprehend anything that isn't the sight of you with your back to the bright moon. he thinks the light behind you makes you look like you were glowing, a sort of halo—fitting for an angel like you.

"chuuya?" he's brought back to reality, quickly assuring you that no, he hadn't, and actually, he was going to go get something to eat just now.

you smile at him, a little shyly, and—"in that case, do you want to get something to eat together? i'll let you pick!"—and chuuya is once again, mesmerized.

he can faintly make out the noises of dazai cheering, but can't find it in himself to tell him to quiet down, not when his own heart was pounding louder than ever before. he knows he must look a fool, eyes wide and unable to form a cohesive reply to such a simple suggestion, but he can't help himself. you've always had that effect on him, since the first time he laid his eyes on you.

"sounds good," he finally says.

"awe," dazai croons in his ear, "they're going to get on the bike with you, chuuya!" by now, he has become rather good at blocking out dazai's voice. he's already flustered enough as it is, and the unnecessary commentary wasn't really helping him stay calm.

he gestures to his bike and brings out the helmet he's never used, internally thanking dazai for his insistence that he should keep one with him. you make your way over to him, glancing over the crude drawings on the wall. his hands tremble with excitement, and he can already feel himself get feverish with exhilaration while he carefully slips the helmet on you, despite your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. when you climb on behind him, he can feel his face get so red, about to explode just like his delirious, uncontrollable heart.

"bring them to our usual place," dazai advises him, "i'll be there."

that was....a great idea, really. a convenient way to introduce you to the knowledge that dazai and chuuya were familiar with each other. chuuya went much slower than he usually would to not startle you, and to give dazai some time to get there before he did, but he couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to have your arms wrapped tight around him as he raced down the street.

fortunately, he makes it to the designated place without losing himself to his delightful fantasies. from outside of the modest restaurant, he can see dazai already seated at a table near the back. if you're surprised that such an ordinary-looking place was open at this time of the night, you don't show it, merely waiting for him to guide you. he likes this feeling, it was almost as though you were already dating, this simple but intimate action of taking off the helmet for you and brushing back your hair. maybe he's being too forward, but you don't protest, just looking at him with that soft smile of yours that sends his heart and mind into a frenzy. you don't look worried, but maybe if you knew just how deep his—and dazai's—affections ran for you, you would have been.

he guides you inside, not even acknowledging the staff. they, too, knew better than to interrupt chuuya, seeing who he was heading towards. you've unconsciously moved closer to him, and it makes his heart swell with pride. you felt safe with him, didn't you?

from across the room, a tall figure stands up, waving in your direction. you stare at him, trying to figure out where you've seen him before. those bandages, that hairstyle...it was all too familiar, but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"chuuya!" the person cries out, "i didn't think i'd see you out here so late!"

chuuya only walks over to the person, bringing you along, "we came to get something to eat," he explains, and turns to you "this is dazai, a good friend of mine."

he's not used to the lack of bickering between him and dazai, despite them only greeting each other, but knows you might be a little overwhelmed if you saw them go at each other's throat, even if there was no real malice behind it. to ease you in, they had a silent agreement to be on their best behavior.

"chuuya's mentioned you before, but i didn't think i'd get to meet you so soon," dazai says, then he pauses for a moment, scrutinizing you closely, "hm? wait, have we met before?"

there's a long pause, before your eyes light up and you visibly perk up, "you've stopped by the place i work at before," you say, "i think there's where i recognized you from."

chuuya straightens up immediately, "you mean, they're the reason you keep going back to that place?"

dazai has to make a conscious effort to hold himself back at your flustered expression, delighted by the reaction that chuuya's lie prompted. how were you so effortlessly perfect?

"he doesn't bother you, does he?" chuuya leans over, ignoring dazai's exaggerated gasp, "i know he can be a little obnoxious at times."

"no, not at all," you shake your head, "he's really nice, and tips well."

dazai preens at your words, looking rather smug. chuuya only eyes him suspiciously while someone walks over to take their order.

"so, do you two often meet up so late?"

"i can't sleep sometimes," you explain, "so i just like to walk outside but i tend to get lost. funnily enough, i manage to run into chuuya each time!"

dazai feigns a look of worry, "but that really can't be safe? i don't mean to overstep, but this is yokohama, and...."

you nod, "i've been pretty lucky that i keep running into chuuya, and i'm safe with him," you don't notice the looks they share between themselves.

"very lucky," dazai echoes, "considering how you don't even have his number, and just keep meeting him coincidentally."

chuuya has a good understanding of what dazai was trying to do, but he's not sure if you'll fall for the bait. when you don't actually say anything, opting to reach over for your drink that just got placed, he can't help but feel disappointed. things were moving awfully slow, slower than he had expected.

you and dazai continue to make small conversation, meaningless things that the other man already knew, but chuuya finds it a little amusing that you had no idea how dazai was in your apartment the moment you left it, and he had definitely looked through your things. still, chuuya takes a note of the things you say anyway, grateful for any sliver of information you grace him with. if it's about you, he wants to know everything.

when it's finally time to go, you follow chuuya out. it's almost like a routine by now for him to drop you off, and he desperately craves the domesticity the action brings him. he's done this so often that the drive back to your home feels like second nature, not even having to think about the directions. while he knows dazai is meticulous in his work, he can't help but wonder if you'd find what he had done to your place.

when he comes to a stop outside your building, he already finds himself already beginning to miss you. how much longer does he have to wait until he can have this all the time? as you begin to walk away, his heart feels heavier. at least back home he can see the results of dazai's task today, even if he can't see you there in person.

"chuuya," you stop his racing thoughts, "do you mind giving me your number?" he must have made his shock obvious because you rush to explain yourself—not that you needed to. he would gladly give you anything you asked for, "i was thinking about what dazai said earlier, and it would be nice, i think."

he takes your phone from your outstretched hand wordlessly, typing his number with quivering fingers. when you thank him and pull him into a close embrace, chuuya is frozen in place. he tries desperately to burn this moment into his mind forever, hoping to forever remember the emotions stirring up in him and the feel of your arms around him.

on his way back, dazai is back to happily chatting away in his ear, telling chuuya that he wouldn't believe what you were up to after you got back. chuuya only smiles. the wait was truly worth it.

#yandere bsd #bsd x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere chuuya x reader #yandere dazai #yandere soukoku #soukoku x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #bsd #yandere x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd 🐟 #fic 🐟 #dazai 🐟 #chuuya 🐟 #req 🐟

[vroomvroommbtch]

This - DR x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: She has always been there for him, no matter how bad the circunstances were, so this time wasnt going to be different.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader

Warnings: fluffiness all over the place and a teeny tiny bit of sadness. 

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Yes, posting twice the same night. Call it a gift for Monza anniversary(?) Anyway, can’t really focus on much lately, too stressed and blabla, so I wrote this bc I needed some kind of cuteness. Gonna back to regular Irish-Aussie soon, I promise. Hope u like it and see you soon, kiddos 🫶🏻

This.

She knew it was bad. She knew how bad it was, but the second Michael texted her she knew it was terrible. A short and simple 'Andreas just told him he's out. Don't say anything. He's planning to tell you later' made her heart ache so much that she had to stop for a second and take a deep breath. But when she exhaled, the air out of her lungs brought with it tears to her eyes.

Daniel didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve to be treated like that. He was working his ass off inside and outside the track. He was doing everything humanly possible to make things work with Mclaren, but it simply didn't click and how it hurt. There was nothing that hurt as much as seeing her best friend struggling like that. There was nothing that hurt as seeing how the people who were supposed to have his back were just destroying him publicly week after week.

And to make it worse, she wasn't there. She was home in Perth and there was nothing that she wanted more than to be by Daniel's side, but life, distance, obligations, work and everything in between were always in the middle. But that day she didn't care. 'Can u book me a ticket to LA? I gotta see him' was all she texted back to her friend as she ran to her room to grab a suitcase and fill it with her things as fast as possible.

Michael, bless his soul, didn't say no. He booked her a flight for the next day at midday, giving her enough time to fix her things at work and life in general, and then go to the airport. But the worst part wasn't waiting for the time to pass that night not being able to sleep or to wait at the airport, the worst part was talking to Daniel.

He called her as soon as he was at his airport in London. He called her after he called his parents, knowing he was going to spend more time on the phone with her, just because he needed to get distracted before going to bed. And that's exactly what they did, they talked about the race and Mclaren and what happened, but then they talked about everything and then some, but they never got to touch the 'work' subject again. He didn't want to be the Daniel racing driver, or to even talk about work, so they didn't.

But even when he laughed at her silly comments and even when he made jokes, she knew something wasn't right. She could hear it in his voice, but she especially noticed for the fact that Daniel didn't facetimed her. She knew her well enough to know there was a reason why he didn't do it. He always said he would rather see her face and hear her voice, but when he just called was because she was avoiding her seeing him.

In the very bad days he would just call her so he wouldn't get worried about the look on his face and that was just another of those days. But one of the worst parts of their talk wasn't how sad he sounded, but the fact that she had to lie to him. She told him she was trying to take some time off work to go see him in the second half of the season but that meanwhile he needed to go and have fun with the boys in LA. She told Daniel to tell Blake to take care of him while she wasn't there. She told him not to worry because he was going to figure it out like he always did. But the worst thing was their goodbyes. The soft 'Love you. See you soon, babe' broke her heart even in more pieces. It took everything from her to say 'Love you too, Dan' as the knot took over her throat. It took everything from her to say she really loved him and not just like friends.  

Those were the longest hours of her life. A twenty hours flight that seemed eternal because all she wanted to do was finally hug Daniel and tell him that everything was going to be fine. Even if it was a lie, she needed to say it because it was her job as her friend. It has been her job since they were kids, so she had to do it one more time. That was the only thing on her mind the whole trip. That was the only thing on her mind. That and how that plane needed to hurry up and how she wished she could get some sleep and how she was going to fall asleep after she got to hug Daniel.  

The plane didn't hurry and she didn't sleep, but more than one day after Michael texted her and God knew how many after she got to the airport, she finally made it to LAX, finding Blake waiting for her exactly like they arranged. Since Daniel had no idea she was there, Blake texted her to let her know he was picking her up to take her to Daniel's house. All she knew was he had invented some excuse to go out and pick her up. The rest of the conversation in the car was about their friend and how he was doing, and she just got more worried when Blake said a 'Not good' as soon as she asked about Daniel. 'You're here now, so he's gonna be alright' were the exact words that Blake said and they left her looking out onto Los Angeles' streets through the windows of the car, not really knowing what to do. Daniel missed her and she missed him, that was obvious because they were friends. She also missed Blake and Michael, but there was something in the way Blake said it that left her thinking. But she threw those thoughts off her head as soon as they came, because that wasn't what she or Daniel needed. Not in that moment. Not in the worst moment of his career. No when her focus needed to be another one.  

The write from the airport from his house seemed eternal that afternoon, but once they arrived she was an absolute mess between terror, sadness and anxiety. She was so anxious of seeing him after three months and she was terrified of his reaction, no matter how many times Blake affirmed and insisted that Daniel was going to be happy. But her biggest doubt was if Blake's idea of how surprised Daniel was good. Blake insisted the best way was just to keep it simple, so ringing the bell was the best, and that was exactly what she did. As Blake took care of her bags, she walked to the door, rang the bell and waited by the front door. They knew Daniel was there because there were no plans to go out considering they got there earlier that day. In fact, some of his and Blake's friends were going to come over to have dinner there that night, so she didn't have much time to have Daniel for herself.

But she didn't have time to think about that. She didn't have time to think as she heard the door opening and suddenly Daniel was right in front of her. He looked tired. The bags under his eyes were so visible it was scary, his curls were a disaster, his shirt was all wrinkled and he looked tired. He looked like life was sucked out of him but the second he looked at her everything changed. His whole face lightened up and a huge smile appeared on his face, even if it looked like he really didn't believe she was there. A soft and very broken 'Are you really here?' was all they both needed to hug each other and remember that yes, it was real. He lifted her from the floor, his around her waist, her own around his neck and for a moment there were no problems, no Mclaren, no racing, no work, no anything. Even if for just a second it was nothing but them almost melting in each other as Daniel spoke away. But that second time it wasn't a question, it was an affirmation, it was a simple 'You're here' and seemed like it brought the sparkle back into him. She could even feel his shoulders relax as if some immense weight had just disappeared from his shoulder. And if it didn't disappear, at least she was there to share it with him.  

Once Daniel hugged her, he barely let her go of his side. In fact, the only time she got to be alone was when she took a shower, and she hated it. After three months of not seeing his face and of not hearing his ridiculous contagious laugh and his terrible bad jokes, she wanted to get absolute sick of him. She wanted to get tired of Daniel, especially not knowing that she was going to see him again. Especially when she knew it was gonna be some months till she saw him again. But she couldn't drag him to the shower -no matter how much she wanted- so she did everything as fast as possible and went back to his side. For the rest of the night and the whole dinner, Daniel was stick to her hip.  

Even if his friends were there, if she was going to the kitchen, Daniel would go with her. If she went to the bathroom, she would have to stop him and remind him that it was fine and that she wasn't going to get lost no matter how big the house was. Then he would rest his arm around her shoulders when they were sitting together at the table, or around her waist as they were sitting on the couch. Maybe he would just place his hand on her leg or grab her hand to play with her fingers. It was normal for them after a lifetime of being friends. It was normal when touches and hugs were Daniel's love language with the people he loved.

It was normal and fine, but deep down she was dying. Every time his big brown shinny eyes would look at her, she could feel her heart exploding. Every time his head would rest against her shoulder, all she wanted to do was hug him forever and hide him from the rest of the world. She wanted to protect him from every single bad thing that existed. She wanted to shield him from Mclaren, the press, the comments and all the bullshit from outside. She wanted to look after the boy who she knew when she was ten years old. Maybe the problem was that somehow, for her, Daniel was still that little ten years old boy with a big smile and thick brown curls. Maybe the problem was she never saw that little boy so beaten, even when he was standing tall and with his head high no matter what.

That was the reason why she needed to step out on one of the balconies of the house, even when everyone was still inside. It was too overwhelming. Even when Daniel was all smiling and laughing with his friends, she knew him. She could see how under that big smile he was wounded. Eighteen months of suffering and just counting good moments were too much for anyone, even for a fighter like Daniel. It has been too much and she was hurting too for seeing her favorite person suffering so damn. It hurt to see the man she loved hurting like that.

She took a sip of wine and a deep breath right after, trying to get rid of the knot in her throat before she decided to go back. She needed to get rid of it before Daniel came out of the bathroom. But she didn't have much time to do it, because before the second sip, she felt an arm snaking around her waist, bringing her close to his side.

"Are you running away from me, kiddo?" Daniel asked, a lazy smile on his face as a mix of tiredness and some few extra glasses of wine finally made an effect on him.

"Not in a million years, you crazy thing" she smiled back, resting her head on his shoulder. "I was just enjoying the view and taking some air. Too much testosterone inside"

There were uncountable things she loved about Daniel, but one of her favorite was when he laughed besides her. It was always this contagious feeling that automatically made her smile or laugh too. And that's exactly what happened that night. The silly little comment made him laugh and she couldn't help but smile too, simply because he was happy for one damn night.

"Yeah, you're right about that. And its a cool view" Daniel nodded. But what took her by surprise was that, as if it was a very cheesy movie, Daniel said those five last words while looking down at her, kissing her forehead as soon as he finished speaking.

'He can't be talking about you, you muppet' was all her head was yelling as she looked up to him, closing her eyes for a second as his lips touched her skin, secretly wishing he would touch every single inch of her. Just thinking about that left her breathless, so she had to take another sip of wine to be able to speak again. "I mean, I don't know if I would have paid what you paid for this place, but who I am to talk, I still pay rent with my 9 to 5 job's salary" she joked, shrugging as she looked at the night sky.

"I offered you millions of times to fix that issue!"

"I don't want you to buy me an apartment! You're my best friend. You're my Danny, I don't give two shits about the job and the money that comes with it. You could still be in Perth being a waiter as when we were kids and I'd love you the same. Besides I'm still mad about you and my car"

She couldn't count how many times Daniel tried to convince him to let her buy an apartment of a house for her to live in. She couldn't count how many times he used the 'investment' excuse, saying she could live there for free and not worry about anything. And just like she couldn't count the times he offered that; she couldn't count the times she said no. The last thing she wanted was for people to think she was taking advantage of Daniel's money. She never ever did, not at the begging and not now, so she refused every single time. What she also said no was to Daniel buying her a car, but this time he won. Considering it was way easier than buying her a place to leave, he took the advantage and did it without saying a thing. He did it and one day he picked up in a brand-new car that later she found out it was all hers. She was still mad at him for it, but damn, how much she loved him for that gesture.

"Hey, buying you a new decent car was the least I could do. It was a payback for using your savings for the Ricciardo cause. You gave me your savings after months of working your ass off to buy a car and I won't ever forget that"

"It was an investment too" she shrugged again, acting like it wasn't a big deal. Back there it was an easy choice and one that she never regretted. Daniel going to Europe to give it a try on his dream was way more important than buying her dream car. Giving him the money when she knew he needed every single cent was a fast decision, but she never made a big deal of it. "I knew you were going to make it a pay me back"

"The only thing I can pay back are the tears I made you cry back then" he murmured, and when she looked up, Daniel wasn't looking at her anymore. His eyes were focused on the horizon, but she didn't need to look at him to know that was happening in his head. The guilt was still there even after years and there it was, coming at the worst moment.

But she knew a remedy for all of that. She knew something that would help him even in such a shitty moment. There was nothing a hug couldn't fight, so she hugged Daniel, resting her head against his shoulder as she moved her fingers up and down his back, trying to make him relax. "Don't bring that up, Danny, c'mon. We were seventeen, you expected me to not cry? I was worried sick about you. Who was gonna look after your skinny ass? You couldn't cook shit even if your life was depending on it. You still can't"

"Yeah, you're right, but there's no need to say it like that" he affirmed, kissing her forehead a couple times as he spoke. It was then when she felt Daniel hug her a bit tighter, squeezing her waist as he brought her closer to his body.

"You know the rules, I'm a pain in your still skinny ass till i get back. That's how we roll. I do it so you miss me when I'm away" she joked, but deep down it wasn't s joke. It wasn't a joke at all.

"Maybe I don't have to miss you that much"

She could feel her jump skipping a beat and almost leaving her body as she heard those words. She even moved apart to look at Daniel when she heard those words. She moved away from him, and took as step back to look at him, but her hands didn't move from his waist as they held his shirt for dear life. "What are you talking about, Dan?"

"I've been talking with some teams, but I've also been thinking about a sabbatical. Take a year, recharge and then go back in 2024. Its not the first or the best option but-" he explained shortly, but before he could keep talking, she interrupted him.

"There's no 'but'. You ain't leaving. You're Daniel fucking Ricciardo. There's no way you won't find a damn seat for next year. I know it hasn't been easy, but- You can't quit. That's not you"

And how her heart broke with the view in front of her. It was like suddenly the light was taken out of Daniel. The frown appeared again and the smile just felt, making him look nothing but sad and worried, which destroyed her. That's why she decided to let go of his shirt and reach his face with her right hand to stroke his cheek as carefully as possible. And just like her heart broke, it also melted when Daniel leaned against her hand, like if he was letting all the worries disappear with her touch.

"But what if I wanna take some time off? What if I wanna do what I always wanted to do but I never could?" Daniel asked, and it was just a simple question but so complicated at the same time.

"And what's that?

"Asking you out on a date" he answered and those six words were enough to leave her tongue-tied and with her jaw hanging. She was expecting another answer. She was expecting something related to his family. She was expecting anything but that. It took her so by surprise that after centuries of dreaming and hoping and silently begging for a moment like that, she had no idea what to do.

“I've been thinking about doing it since we were kids but I didn't cause I was leaving. I didn't want to break your heart. You didn't deserve that. And I know it's too late now but-"

Her hand flew maybe too fast to his face, placing her index finger over his lips. She felt stupid because Daniel was finally saying the words she always wanted to hear. He was saying that he always wanted to take her on a date, but she instead of jumping on his arms like she should, so was telling him to stop talking. But even if Daniel couldn't talk, he was able to move, so he did. He moved his hands and rested them all comfortably over her hips and then kissed her finger with a teeny tiny peck, making the goosebumps appear in less than a second. "Don't do that" she whispered and it was a beg. It was a plea because she had no idea and no will of how to run from there.

"You don't want me to kiss you?" Daniel wondered as a cocky grin appeared on his face, grabbing her hand on his to move her hand from his lips. But she knew better. She knew him better and could see how under that smile, he was terrified. She had no idea if he was scared of the rejection, of ruining it or of the whole situation, but she could see it in his eyes and hated it.

"I do want, but just-" and this time, she interrupted herself. She just had no idea what to say. She looked down at their still jointed hands after Daniel laced their fingers and then she looked at his eyes and she was once again out of words. How could she explain all that was on her mind when she was tongue tied thanks to his handsome face? How could she try to form a decent quote when she wanted nothing but to cover his lips on kisses? How could she say no when his eyes were looking down at her with nothing but love? How was she supposed to tell her best friend that she had been in love with him since she could remember but that she was terrified to say anything and lose him? How could she speak when his thumbs were stroking her hand and hip sending chills all over her body? But then she knew she had to focus. She needed to focus for one second and say it out loud, hoping that maybe Daniel could be able to fight all the ghosts inside her mind. "Don't give me hope. Don't give me hope about things working out between us when it's all in thin air. Don't do it when we all know you'll leave again. I'll leave too. That's what we do. That's how it has always been"

"But we've always come back to each other" he pointed out. He was right after all. Time after time after time, they have somehow made their way back to each other. Years of friendship and people and couples and friends coming and going, they were still them. Through thick and thin they have always been there for each other, even in the distance, so maybe they could make it work. She really wanted to believe they could make it work. "Sabbatical or not, I wanna give it a try. I think we both deserve it. And I also think we both want it"

She could feel her heart skipping a beat when Daniel placed his forehead against hers. Their noses were touching and their lips were so damn close that it felt like a dream. It felt like a dream that was coming true after years of wishing for it to happen. It felt unreal, but suddenly Daniel's hand leaving hers to touch her neck made her remember that, in fact, it was all very much real.

But suddenly there was a question that came to her mind, making her come back to reality for just one little moment. "Since when?"

For the way Daniel smiled, there was no need to explain the question. He knew she wanted to know since when he liked her. Daniel knew she wanted to know for how long they'd been blind about this. She wanted to know how much time they had lost. "Since forever. You?"

"I lost count so yeah, same" she whispered, and now this was her time to lean against his hand, getting lost in his touch.

"Can I? Just to see if… Ykow" Daniel wondered, talking against her lips, but still asking permission to kiss her. They were barely touching, barely feeling each other's lips. That was the farthest they had ever gone. That was the closest they had ever been, and they were just one move away from stopping being friends, but there was nothing she wanted more. There was nothing she wanted more than going from best friends to whatever they were going to be next, so she just nodded.

"Please". It was a whisper. It was a murmur that only Daniel could hear with the music coming from the inside. It was a desperate plea, and in that moment she wasn't ashamed to beg. Not with him. Not when Daniel was the one listening to her words.

And then his lips were over hers. It was careful, soft and loving, just teasing the waters, just checking if there was a sparkle there. But it wasn't just a sparkle that she felt, it was a sky full of fireworks lightning the night. It was a 4th of July and a 14th of July all together inside her heart. It was magic, and it was all thanks to Daniel and one little kiss.

"You said one month, right? That's how much you're staying?" he asked, still with her lips against hers, but this time not wanting to move away, waiting for the moment to go for more. And she nodded. Completely out of air and with a smile that reflected his, she nodded because she totally forgot how to speak. "Good. I've a month to convince you to stay"

But she knew it wasn't going to take Daniel one month to convince her. He just needed one minute and another kiss.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo oneshot #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #formula 1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #formula one oneshot #formula one imagine

[roseworth]

Could I get your thoughts on Teen Titans #78 and 79? Also how would you have concluded Rose's character arc regarding her family?

i LOOOOOOOOVE that story <3 its such a great representation of roses relationship with slade w the way she comes there to kill him then later on goes "nvm i love him and dont want him to die. this sucks."

not to mention!!!! it shows the difference between rose & joey's relationships with slade sooooooo well bc joey was raised by slade and thinks theres good in him! but rose wasnt raised by him and doesnt believe in any good in him (but loves him anyway)!!!!! GOD.

i love it its a fantastic wilson family story and gets all their dynamics down rly well <3 i love rose & joey in that story i love it when they get to hang out (disregard the zombies theyre just hanging out) 💕💕💕

as for how i would have concluded the arc. i have thoughts.

first of all it haunts me every single day of my life that the new 52 came and stopped anything from happening with this. her mom was ALIVE and she was being talked about!!!!!! then n52 came and erased her from existence and i will never not be upset about it (also the last panel lili has ever appeared in they made her BLONDE.) i wish i could contact jt krul and ask him what the plan was i need to know so badly

but honestly. if it were me writing it i would not have brought lili back. i think the story would be so much more intriguing if rose was basically on a wild goose chase since the only evidence she had wasnt very strong but it gave her HOPE so she clung onto it for as long as she could

plus i feel like rose would have a lot of guilt surrounding her mothers death (since she died protecting her) even though she doesnt outwardly show any guilt and just blames slade for all of it, so shes doing everything she can to a) prove to herself that she didnt actually kill her mother and b) make up for the fact that it was her fault (in her mind) and get forgiveness for it. but she doesnt get any closure or forgiveness so she has to learn to accept that she did have a role in her mom's death but it doesnt make it her fault

anyways after obsessing over finding her mom just to realize that she actually was dead the whole time rose would have a catastrophic breakdown and probably take it out on slade, who would probably make it worse on purpose

i havent thought about it in depth so i dont know exactly how it would happen but i would say that eventually she realizes that the titans were there for her while she was looking for her mom and while she was in the middle of her breakdown, then be like "the titans are my family and its great <3 fuck my stupid dad"

then she has insane lesbian sex with cassie and then everyone lives happily ever after until another writer comes along and decides to retread the same drama and ignore character development because thats what they love to do in tt03

#but part of me also wishes that lili did come back to life #because i love her but also because it would be so funny if she was part of deathstroke's kooky cast of characters #lili and addie interactions now please <3 it would be so terrible they would rip each other apart #can you imagine if lili was in deathstroke 2016. imagine if on top of everything that was already happening in that book she was there too #i will always wish she had showed up in ds16 at all but it would have been sooo funny if she was alive for it #rose wilson #dc

[tinukis]

Random but... Sabosan modern au thoughts?? (if you like it, of course) 👀

modern au my beloved (also sabosan in my asks i cheered)

anyway !!! i love modern au So Much and like there will be many different versions because im indecisive <3 but my favorite one is college au (thank you one piece academy for being my inspiration for some things. like thank u for giving me cafe worker sabo???) + im a college student as well... not that i have a social life but it'd be nice to have your favorites in your situations. i wont lie, it's hard to imagine ace and luffy in college. maybe ace has a better chance but luffy? hard to imagine unless hes into gymnastics or something but anyway this is about sabosan

sabo and sanji meeting is inevitable thanks to luffy. but it was more like passing by and just meeting luffy's friends at their house. however, sanji cannot keep his eyes off sabo and he hoped that no one would notice (they did. except sabo) out of respect though, no one brings it up or forces it out of him. they do tease him here and there but it all falls on sanji's shoulders and he gotta deal with it himself. but luffy is always willing to help if sanji asked. luffy tells him where to meet him and where he works, he doesnt have every little detail as these two were just the biggest ones.

again, sabo works at a cafe so sanji decides to go there and check it out in his free time. sanji just chills there and straightforwardly asks to talk to sabo (doesnt specify what) and bc he was luffy's friend, sabo was willing to listen. he does ask to go on a small break for this as he thought it was something urgent but a small talk was fine. i think sanji was a little awkward on how to approach this cause he honestly had no idea how exactly he felt about sabo (still questioned his sexuality poor guy) like did he have a crush on him or simply felt like being his friend? who knows! anyway sabo carried most of the conversation til sanji felt more comfortable to open up a little bit. they do have a great time talking and bond about luffy before sabo had to work again, but he invited sanji out once his shift ends.

after hours they end up strolling around the neighborhood before it got too dark and sanji really liked to be around his presence. he seemed very gentleman like, too. and sabo's relationship with his coworker/friend reminded sanji of luffy and another certain redhead. sanji noticed that sabo was able to cook and offered recipes which sabo was eternally grateful for. as the day ends, sanji thought he hit it off with sabo well. and even before heading home, sabo handed sanji his phone number so that they could make plans to hang out more or even just talk over the phone. (though it kinda complicates things more for sanji bc first off he had a "love at first sight" moment when he laid eyes on sabo, and every time he saw him whenever he'd visit luffy, it was hard to Not Look at sabo every time his presence is felt. and now sanji finally mustered up the courage to talk and officially befriend sabo just to get his number at the end? not only that they technically went on a mini date after his shift? even if it was a little stroll, sanji would be lying if he said his heart wasnt going to jump out at any moment)

on sabo's end, he admired sanji and was grateful to have someone like him look after his little brother in his stead sometimes. as mentioned before, sabo did Not notice sanji's glances at all so he was a bit surprised that sanji would talk to him.

theyre dynamic in modern au is friends to lovers but also mutual pining bc theyre silly like that

#sabosan #ran out of thoughts but <<3 my beloveds #one piece #sabo #sanji #sabo x sanji #tin talks

[scalproie]

HEE HO

AsuLili

3, 6, 10, 31,36

XiaoJin

1, 60, 55, 12, 10

J FROST IS LUCKY HES BLUE AND HAS ICE POWERS

(Also dont kill me for the Asulili im not as versed as you)

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

*laughs in canon clothes swap in t8 customization* but fr i dont think asuka would willingly wear lili's clothes bc its not her style and the same would be true for lili. BUT when lili start to gift asuka clothes, I feel she would eventually wear the kinda clothes she buy for her gf herself, making asuka want to wear them in return.

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

I FEEL like both of those would be lili. bc lili is the one making an active choice to be in asuka's life, so it would be her who'd have to swallow her pride and beg for asuka to stay, all the while being the one who'd be ready to leave to protect asuka, bc in her mind, pre-dating, she deep down would think/know that her presence isnt essential in asuka's life (it wouldnt be true but yknow)

10. Describe their first date.

When they decide to actually start dating, I feel their first date would be kinda jarring to asuka bc in her mind, she'd picture lili doing exactly what lili has always done, with the extravagance she's bring to everything, the roses, the everything... but the actual date is much more reserved bc in lili's mind, smth has changed yknow? This has a touch of seriousness to the situation that wasnt there before, and maybe, just maybe, lili is a bit more nervous about this now.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

I feel asuka would be kinda handsy bc thats the protectiveness talking, she would barely even notice that shes doing it, someone would be talking to either of them about lili in particular and asuka would have to have a physical contact with her.

36. Who’s more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Again. Asuka. She's someone who finds concrete solutions to problems, and if lili wakes up hungry well there is only one way to solve that. "Its rotten work, especially if its you. I mean i'll do it but christ alive"

And now Xiaojin!

1. Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

Xiaoyuuu like MAYBE post-t8, jin could end up in that situation but for the most part it'd be xiaoyu, again, pre-t8, jin would have trouble coming to terms as to why someone would do any kind of extreme actions for HIM so this would be xiaoyu's argument ender. She'd immediately be embarassed after saying it while jin bluescreen

10. Describe their first date.

AMUSEMENT PARK BABEYYY like man. Literally what better for them to reconnect as friends and get used to hang out as lovers? With xiaoyu's special interest and a place jin is sure to enjoy experiencing for most likely the first time where he get just to have fun?

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

I dont think they have many arguments and in those, jin would be particularly apologetic anyway. His loved ones are everything to him so naturally he would try to make her heard and find together a solution to whatever problem theyre having that would have them argue anyway. That and he also feels like a "my girlfriend is mad at me. I hope I die" kinda guy.

55. Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

Both, watching clouds turns into star gazing eventually and this is more jin's thing like he would show xiaoyu the clear sky of yakushima and she's happy to share that with him

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

Xiaoyu does it sometimes bc like. she's finally found him :) but most of the time its Jin, he likes that kind of comfort to having her close to him and not being scared of harming her despite himself

#also sorry it took me like literally 24h. i had. a rough day. #tagging later #nozomijoestar #ask meme

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

i'm thinking about the kayak on the youghiogheny river when i was thirteen. i tried to write a poem about it once but it wasnt a very good one bc it was just me explaining what happened. this isnt that poem.

i can't remember it very much but the things i do remember are very clear. i remember the sunlight coming through the orange plastic of the kayak as it held me down. the water that was black by comparison. you know those herons that fish by creating a spot of shade with their wings? it was kind of like that, the water black in this one spot. no air pockets. just enough light to see bubbles by, like white outlines. but i dont know how much of that is stuff i imagined afterward. bc in the afterward was the river pebbles on the shore so close to my face as i was dragged upwards by the back of my lifejacket. i almost died with a lifejacket on, isnt that stupid? i remember hurling river water. and my dads friend who pulled me out sat there with me while i hurled and i was crying, but i suddenly stopped crying, like full-stop, like turning off a faucet. i remember that bc he called it weird. and i wiped my mouth and smiled at him and said i was fine now. i had to get back in the boat anyways to complete the kayaking trip.

when you drown its really really quiet. thats why youre supposed to watch your kids and your friends when you go swimming because most of the time a drowning person can't yell. you just go down and you're held down and by the time you realize what's happened to you, you're fighting a current heavier than anything. and it really is the heaviest thing you'll ever feel. when i was itty bitty i was playing in ohiopyle and a rapid was stronger than i was and it held me under. my eyes were open then too, it was a sunny day and the water was clear and i could see the sun sparkling through the wave that was cresting over my face. i didnt yell, or flail, i dont even remember panicking. then the shape of my dad came over and he blocked out the sun. and then pulled me up. he yelled at me, said that if i was in trouble like that i should cry for help, why didnt i do that? but it hadnt occurred to me, probably because it hadnt exactly hurt. logically i knew it was dangerous to be trapped under water, but without pain i couldnt have known how close i'd been. i don't think i could have yelled even if i thought to, though.

second time id almost drowned was in my cousins pool, elementary school. my abuelita had jumped in, fully clothed, to pull me out. that one had hurt. even the river years later hadn't hurt very much. my lungs felt like they were on fire and my throat stung from chlorine.

its weird to talk about these because it creates in me the same dread and apprehension that wells up every time i try to disclose abuse, even though nobody did anything to me, it wasnt anyone's fault. i was just a kid who hung out in rapids a lot and the grownups in my life thought i'd be alright on my own. but i still stall out on instinct, the part of my mind that keeps me from putting my hand on a hot stove. maybe my brain files away the drownings in the same folders as the abuse. these are the scary things, its probably labelled, these are the memories of when you were a child discovering what it meant to hurt and to die.

#cecil drawls #Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. #I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else.

[mackspaws]

prob gonna organize my posts with tags so things will be easier to find, ima call this one #macks talks because why not, but I need to rant about aiden. i said id use this app more so im gonna

thinking about this old trailer thing makes me sob so hard every single time i remember it. "My Mia. I left her." YOU DID NOTTTTTTTTTTT YOU WERE FIVE

aiden and his savior complex and how he blames HIMSELF when he was quite literally just a little kid. 5 years old. DO YOU KNOW HOW SMALL A 5 YEAR OLD IS??? AND WALTZ PUT SO MUCH ON HIS SHOULDERS WITH MIA. I could rant about Waltz too, geninunely I love him as a character but holy shit it's super fucked up when you think about sure, he cared for Aiden, but he used a kid to save his own, and not just Aiden, SEVERAL kids. he was so obsessed with curing Mia bro fr experimented on literal children to cure her and only to an extent the world, because to him Mia IS his world. Waltz was a father but he wasnt a good one. His love for Mia only ended up hurting not only her and Aiden, but HIMSELF as well. They are such a fucked up little found family and god I love them so much, their dynamic is heartbreaking in the best ways.

just realized this started off as a regular Aiden rant and then delved into all three of them LMFAO WHOOPS but not uncommon for me in the slightest. i have so many thoughts and headcanons because we got way too little of them considering how important both Waltz and Mia are to Aiden's character. Plus you'd think the literal antagonist would have more than 35 minutes of cut scenes but lol guess not. Desperately I need more of them, I know it's highly unlikely for dlc2 considering that part of Aiden's life is pretty much over. So I will make it MYSELF

I have need to draw both of my Mia aus and rant about them too. One of them is a wholesome she lives au, and her and Aiden are happy bc they deserve to be. And another is a very much NOT wholesome au where she's a villain, very much inspired by jinx arcane though in the way she acts rather than backstory fjjgjg. I'm basically stealing her and making her my oc bc she deserves so much better, I hate how we get so little of her, I will forever be salty she quite literally just exists for Aiden's character and DIES in the end. Like I'm fine with her dying because that ending hurt me so bad and I loved how broken it made me but?? the fact that they barely even gave her a personality. we know so little about her and she's supposed to be the protagonist's only reason to keep going. so yeah she deserves better.

at the same time tho, I don't think I'd change what we got. I absolutely adore being able to piece together the story ourselves because the way its told is lowkey confusing and there are things they don't exactly do a good job at explaining, but even with how messy the story can be I LOVE it because what they have is MY SHIT!!! I LOVE A DEPRESSED COCKY PROTAGONIST WITH TRAUMA. I LOVE A FOUND FAMILY. I LOVE THE ANGST. and i LOVE being able to take these characters and add onto them and give them more love because they deserve it.

anyway rant over i think. thanks for reading the word vomit if you did lmfao, literally was just a bit of a barely understandable rant fhhgjg

#macks talks #aiden caldwell #god i love him so fucking much