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bidisastersanji · 6 months

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Was thinking about French gendered terms and Zoro trying to suss out if Sanji’s into men and I had some thoughts and oops now i wrote a thing so here you go:

In the early days Zoro drives himself nuts trying to figure out if Sanji bats for his team too or not. He listens in intently whenever the conversation steers the cook towards talk of his past dalliances, but, just his luck, none of the words used indicate their gender. And there ain’t no fucking way in hell he’s asking him or anyone on the crew directly, lest they immediately understand how bad he has it for the stupid cook.

He bides his time, surely someday he’ll slip up and mention something about the people he’s slept with, right? And sure enough one day, at a feast, a drunken Usopp starts asking what people’s types are. His face still schooled into a nonchalant, neutral expression, he does his best to hide how desperately he waits for Sanji to speak up about his type, only to once again be met with more general terms about people- someone with a kind heart, dependable, an equal… he’s so concentrated on trying to pick out any gendered terms he doesn’t notice the weird look Nami throws his way at each new descriptor in Sanji’s list of desirable traits.

He’s always known Sanji speaks French, finding it endearing whenever the cook curses (even at him), whenever he goes into small little rants to himself, or the face he makes when he can only think of a word in French, rapidly snapping his fingers until it comes back to him. But it’s only when they get to a town where Sanji starts speaking to a vendor excitedly about his produce that he realizes just how much this thing, this endearing thing that’s always been there, truly affects him, and his face burns at how different the cook’s voice sounds when he actually speaks it, how enchantingly low and throaty the foreign syllables ring in his ears.

Attached to living another day, he decides that stealing a book from Robin is a bad idea, and resigns himself to ask her directly for a favour. He swallows his pride and asks if she can lend him a French learning book and a dictionary, curious as to whether he can learn it a bit, and understand whatever the hell Sanji keeps cursing and muttering about around him, and what kinds of insults he’s been throwing his way. With her ever mysterious smile plastered on her face, a chain of Robin’s arms retrieve two books from her library and hand them to him. “Do come to me if you have any questions, Mr. Swordsman. My French is pretty good if I do say so myself.”

He’s out of the room, red as a beet, before she even finishes that sentence.

Learning the curse words comes to him unsurprisingly quickly given how often he hears a litany of « putain de merde », « fait chier! » and « enfoiré! » spilling from the blonde’s distracting mouth.

He’s very happily surprised when he learns that French is apparently a heavily gendered language- and that he can glean someone’s gender just from whether the adjectives applied to the subject are masculine or feminine. Now if the stars aligned and the cook would talk about his love life in French…

Zoro starts by going through the basic first chapters, taking great pains to hide and quickly dissimulate it in his haramaki anytime someone walks in on him- especially the witch. It definitely changes his usual routine on his watch in the crows nest, he muses to himself.

Weeks, months pass, and he advances further in the lessons, his vocabulary slowly growing, while he often goes to his dictionary for the more… colorful insults Sanji throws his way. He never says a word of French himself, not knowing how he could even justify knowing any without looking suspicious, and pretty sure his pronunciation would be way off anyways. But he starts to really enjoy it, being able to understand even a tenth of the things Sanji thinks he can say without the crew (save Robin) understanding.

And then Saobaody happens. And now he doesn't have time to think about learning French, not if he wants to get strong enough. Not if he wants to protect his crew.

He's at the table with Mihawk and Perona when his mentor asks for the salt (Passez moi le sel, s'il vous plait), and he executes himself without thinking. A quiet settles over the room and he looks up to see those intense red eyes boring into him, unnerving as ever.

"You speak French?"

"Not really," he grumbles, not wanting more excuses to think of the shitty cook, and his shitty cooking, and his stupid curly brow.

"Then you will. Consider this a natural continuation of my trying to beat some manners into your brutish mind."

Two years later, and he can't wait for dartbrow to show up. His pronunciation may still be shit, but he can't wait to use his newfound skill to his advantage.

With his now solidified grasp of the language, he slowly begins to understand that what he at first though was a mistake on his part- that he must’ve missed a part of a sentence, or mixed up some words- was not an error at all. It turns out, some of the French things that Sanji yells at him aren’t insults at all.

In fact… they’re sometimes downright complimentary.

And that's definitely a problem for Zoro, who now not only needs to keep pretending that he doesn’t know what Sanji is saying, but needs to pretend he doesn’t understand it when Sanji screams at him that he has a “stupidly pretty face” or that his “tits are even bigger than Nami’s and how is that even fair” . He doesn't know what to make of it.

And then one day… the stars align.

It’s another post battle party, and the cook has been drinking a bit more than usual, a tightly gripped glass of wine in his left hand, a cigarette in his right. Zoro is nursing his very own barrel of Ale when he hears the conversation turn to more gossipy topics, as it usually does the further into the night they are.

“Chopper was really into that nurse on Zou, wasn’t he?” Usopp starts to poke fun at the crew’s youngest member, laughing as the reindeer turns all red and tries to deny it.

“I mean it makes sense that she’d be his type! Right Nami?”

Nami nods at him, grinning wickedly. “Yeah, not all of us can be into rich little blonde girls can we?”

“You’re right, some of us are into rich blue-haired princesses,” he shoots back.

"At least I had the balls to do something about it before I left her island-"

Zoro is already tuning them out when Sanji sits down next to Robin just a few feet away, across from him and the campfire, his tongue loosened from a few too many refills and unconsciously reverting to his native tongue.

"Ils ont de la chance, ces deux là." he gestures to Usopp and Nami. (They're lucky, these two.)

Robin smiles at the cook, wordlessly prompting him to continue his thoughts.

"Qu'est ce que je donnerais pour pouvoir avoir quelque chose de plus qu'un coup d'un soir." Sanji sighs wistfully, lighting his cigarette. (What I wouldn't give to have something more than a one night stand.")

Robin chuckles. "Ne sont-ils pas satisfaisants?" (Are they not satisfying?)

At this point Zoro has tuned everything out, intensely focused on hearing what the blonde has to say, and not at all feeling a small churn of jealousy in his stomach for whoever shared Sanji's bed. His heart initially skips a beat at the plural masculine pronoun ('ils') used by Robin before remembering its actual neutrality in this context, as it's referring to the ""one night stands", a masculine word. Damnit. French is so dumb.

"Tu sais bien que je ne dirais jamais de mal à propos des belles demoiselles qui ont bien voulu m'accorder ne serait-ce qu'un baiser ou une étreinte. J'ai de la chance rien que d'avoir pu exister en leur présence."

(You very well know I'd never say a bad word about any of the beautiful ladies who've been kind enough to give me even a kiss or an embrace. I'm lucky just to have existed in their presence.)

Zoro feels his heart drop, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach. He's always known the pervert cook has been into women. Why was this confirmation hitting him the way it was? His eye darts up at his two crewmates, confirming that only Robin has noticed his eavesdropping. She opens her mouth to say something but Sanji continues, the glow of the flames dancing against his flushed skin beautifully.

"Et dans mon état normal tu sais que, par respect pour les sensibilités d'une dame, je ne te divulge pas beaucoup de détails sur ceux qui font l'affaire le temps d'une nuit. "

(And in my normal state you know that, out of respect for a lady's sensibilities, I don't divulge many details about those who do the trick for a night.)

Ceux. That's a masculine word for "those", isn't it? Zoro shakily takes another sip of his drink.

The archeologist's smile widens. "Oh, ne te fait pas de soucis pour mes sensibilités. Je brûle d'envie d'en savoir plus, et ne m'épargne pas les détails..."

(Oh, please don't worry about my sensibilities. I'm burning to know more, and don't spare me the details...)

"Je ne suis que ton humble serviteur...si ça peut te faire plaisir" (I'm but your humble servant…if it pleases you). Sanji's cheeks seem a tad more flushed than before. "En vrai ce n'est pas qu'ils ne sont pas satisfaisants...c'est qu'il ne sont jamais... assez."

(It's not that they're not satisfying…it's that they're never...enough.)

"Ah? Et que recherches tu? Qu'est ce qui serait..."assez"?"

(Ah? And what are you looking for? What would be… "enough"?)

The cook exhales another cloud of smoke, and nervously looks around. His eyes settle on Zoro, and indecision flits across his eyes for a second before continuing. Zoro can feel his gaze, can almost make out the deliciously unfocused expression on the blonde's face in his peripheral vision as he continues speaking French. His heart feels like it might beat out of his ribcage.

"Lui." (Him.)

Zoro forgets how to breathe.

Part 2 up now , and part 3 part 4

#zoro x sanji #zosan #zosan fic #this was SUPPOSED TO BE A LITTLE TEXT POST #and then #AND THEN THIS HAPPENED #should I continue this #let me know in the tags #sanji x zoro #i can say french is dumb because i am #i have so many more thoughts about french speaking sanji #share yours with me pleaaaseee #zoro learns French #zoro learns french fic

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milkratz · 1 year

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It happened after they arrived back to Soap’s lonely flat. Their bodies had been long adjusted to the heat, after they deployment to some desert down south. They arrived towards the end of fall, where the rain was frigid like ice but it wasn’t quite cold enough to be snowflakes yet. They’d been caught out in the heavy rain too, Ghost muttering under his breath as Soap tugged him along.

Soap didn’t comment on the slight jump he felt beneath his fingers or how Ghost’s pulse raced beneath his thumb as lightning struck in the distance.

Soap, apparently, had forgotten to close one of the windows the last time he had been home, because when they walked in, it was no warmer than outside. In fact, it was even colder.

When they were both settling into bed, bodies only slightly warmed up from the tepid water of the shower, it’s pipes unused and sputtering out cold water at first that made Soap yelp, Ghost had suddenly turned his body away, stiffening.

“Simon?” Johnny asked, reaching out a hand when suddenly the most violent, ground-shaking sound that would put thunder to shame, erupted from Ghost.

There was silence. And then, Johnny burst into laughter.

“Was.. was that a fookin sneeze?” Johnny could barely get the words out from how hard he was cackling. Ghost whipped around to glare at him, but before he could, he sneezed again. And again. And again. Each time, the bed shook, and Ghost’s damp curls smacked against his face. John was laughing so hard, he could feel the tears gather in his eyes, one hand slapping the bed while the other clutched at his aching stomach.

“Shut up,” Ghost grumbled, swiping his nose. He stretched languidly, popping his jaw before he let his body drop against the bed. Johnny hissed when Simon’s wet curls slapped against the bare skin of his arm, gently flicking Simon’s ear. “It’s bloody cold in here.”

Smirking, Johnny leaned down, placing a sloppy wet kiss to Simon’s forehead, “Aye, but ah’ll keep ya warm.” He chuckled again when Simon tiredly swatted at him, scowling as he rubbed his forehead clean. He only just turned away in time to sneeze again.

Man, Soap should of known.

The next morning, Soap woke up uncomfortably warm, the bare skin of his legs sticking together. It wasn’t unusual to wake up decently warm; Soap always ran hot, and Simon normally made him into his own personal heater, sticking blankets around them like he was a god damn bird building a nest. But this was different; The heat was radiating from Simon, this time.

Soap frowned, blearily turning to face Simon. He was tucked against Soap’s side, half his face hidden. The other half was twisted in a look of discomfort, sweat sticking his curls to his forehead. Even in his sleep, he was sniffling, one hand twisting anxiously in the bedsheets.

“Oh, ya lug, gone ‘nd got sick,” Johnny sighed, reaching out to push Simon’s curls from his face. He gently untangled himself from the sheets, stretching and then wincing. The apartment, though significantly warmer, was still unpleasant in the morning.

Soap didn’t get sick a lot. Sure, he got aches and pains and sniffles, but he mostly got sick as a kid when he did stupid shit, like ate dirt (it was a dare), or threw himself butt-naked in the snow, twice (also a dare), or ate some definitely, totally not at all moldy food. He likes to pretend he was dared to do that, but he wasn’t.

But he has picked up a few ways to kick a cold on it’s ass, which Soap was pretty sure Simon only had a cold. Frowning, Soap rested the back of his hand to Simon’s forehead, who sighed in his sleep at the cold touch. Yup, definitely warm but not enough to cause much concern. Time to break out the good ol’ home remedies, Johnny thought, preparing to leave the house.

Back from his quick trip to grab some groceries for his oh-so-famous soup, that no one but him ever had, he called out to the still dark apartment, “Simon!” There was a muffled response coming from the bedroom. He sat his treasures on the kitchen, kicking off his shoes and jacket, making his way to the bedroom.

“Si?” John smiled, looking at the mound of blankets on the bed. They shuffled at the sound of his voice and he could just barely make out the mop of awkwardly dried curls peaking from under the comforters. “It’s a dreich day, love,” Johnny sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over to ruffle Simon’s hair. There was a sniffle. Peaking his head out, Simon looked at him blearily. For someone who was well over 6 feet and built like a brick wall, capable of incredible acts of violence, he looked a lot like a milk-drunk kitten, eyes heavy with sleep and a small frown.

“It’s cold without you,” Simon said. His words were dry, throat undoubtedly sore and scratchy.

“Hadta buy some stuff. Ya eejit done got sick,” Johnny smiled, leaving over to press a small kiss to Simon’s cheek. He hummed in response, eyes closing as he leaned into the touch.

“’m not sick.” The words would have been much more convincing had Simon not suddenly turned away, hit by a sudden sneeze-fest. John stared at him, one eyebrow raised smugly as he fought a smile.

“Yer aff yer heid,” Johnny laughed at the put-out expression. “Ah’ll be in da kitchen. Get rest.” He wasn’t even fully out the door when he heard the quiet snuffling of a sleeping Simon.

Time to get cooking.

#should i continue this #i had a couple more ideas but i didnt want to draw this out too much #lemme know #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish #john mactavish #i am filled with fluff like a god damn stuffed animal

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blankwashed · 28 days

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[Mentions of leaked nudes (not with your permission), O/C has a body from an accident, O/C is insecure]

"Y/n my dear, I know it's unfortunate but please eat. Nothing will become better if you starve yourself. Have some of the omelets I made. Please..." Satoru brings the cut up omelet to your mouth, your tears drying up on your cheeks.

You shake your head, prepared to push his spoon and arm away but he was very adamant to feed you. It's been about 4 days, you haven't been feeding yourself at all because of a betrayer. You just felt like dying would be a better option.

“baby, please. I wish I could just turn back time and prevented any of this from happening. now please, you need food….”

THROWBACK Cuddling up with Takumi, your new boyfriend of a few days. It was pouring cats and dogs outside, forcing the both of you to stay at home. He suggested that it would be fine just cuddling and watching Netflix together, which you agreed happily because anything that you do with him already made butterflies in your belly. After watching episodes of, "High Society", he pauses the screen and turns to you with a suggestive look in his eyes. "You know what would make this day special, y/n?" he whispers into your ear, making goosebumps trickle down to your neck. You truly loved him, with all your heart. With hearts in your eyes, eager to do anything to make your boyfriend happy, you looked at him and responded with a soft voice, "Yes, baby?"

A smirk came across his lips, already looking as if he was turned on looking at your submissive behavior. "For us to..." he runs his hand up your legs to your waist. He starts kissing your neck causing you to moan when he nibbles at your sensitive spot. Without a warning, he turns you around, surprising you.

He brought your skirt down, revealing your cute pink panties with ribbons. You've not been so brave with your boyfriend, afraid that he might leave you after seeing the scar on your belly. The scar was from an car accident from years ago when you were still a teenager.

"y/n....". All eagerness to touch you faded away. He started to touch your scars gently, as if touching a baby kitten that was just born. "I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this, I just thought you would leave me if you saw my tattered body. I'm sorry," you kept repeating that you're sorry over something that you had no control over. Imperfection. All you’ve ever felt when the doctor at the hospital told you that you were going to look like this forever. You even considered going for plastic surgery! But of course, your parents weren’t able to afford such a

"It's alright babe, I will accept you the way you are. You're still are a woman to me," Takumi's hands start to make their way under your skirt. His fingers lapped up your wetness that was already pooling beneath your clothes.

You were overjoyed, finally feeling like you found approval for your unideal body. He started taking off your clothes and his as well, making you wonder what he was going to do in the end. On that day, you practically gave your body away to him.

Little did you know, he was recording all of this on a device. A camera he hid amongst the books in his shelf. Every moan, every shout of his name was recorded, including your bare body. You were not in conflict with anyone from university so him recording you without your knowledge was down right evil.

Of course, you didn't know about what he did with the video after leaving his place. Just for the gain of a little money, Takumi sold the video online, devaluing your body and dignity. He made you look like a promiscuous slut, all over just you trying to show him how much you loved him .

Until one day, Satoru, approached you. It was odd as he was one of the popular rich students, that would only be found hanging around other wealthy ones of his kind. He was the campus crush, heck, everyone's crush! Kind, caring, gentle, you name it. It was strange how he had no girl on his side for all the years you knew him and of course, he was your secret crush. A crush that you thought would never foster into anything.

"Y/n, I know this is kinda weird, but can we, like, sneak off to that place where no one ever goes? in the back?" He asked you with urgency, sounding all rushed and anxious. Naturally, you followed him to the secluded spot, away from the prying eyes of other students. "Y/n, I don't know if this is a mistake or a prank but have you been online these few days?" he started talking at a more normal pace now that no one is around both of you.

"Satoru, I have. Why? Is there anything going on?" you were puzzled. Satoru bit his lip and brought his phone to your face, making you shocked. It was the video of you and Takumi! and your body was on display. Mixed emotions were flowing through your body at the moment. did Takumi record that video without your permission? why did he post it online? did many people watch the video?

you started crying, knowing that your life would end right then and there. a dark cloud started to hover over your head.

"y/n..."

what's worse is that you've got satoru telling you about it! satoru started to hug you once he saw you crying, practically breaking down in front of him.

"y/n, takumi is a piece of shit. he's always up to no good, y/n. but i understand, you didn't mean to," he slowly stroked your head while saying those words. "he's done this to many other girls ever since he joined our university..."

"b-but why me...." you still were shocked as you watch yourself touching the betrayer in the video. you didn't want to look at it anymore, you just wanted to cry. your life is going down the drain.

satoru's hand held onto your shoulder and looked at your face, "because you're the kindest girl everyone’s ever met, y/n"

you didn't know what to do, truly, you felt love, hatred, gratefulness, everything, all at once.

"is that what i get for being kind? being stabbed in the back like this?" you continue to sob on his shoulder. it just didnt make sense to you, why are angels always the ones that get stabbed in the back?

satoru lifted up your chin and wiped the tears off your face with his fingers, "its okay, y/n. i have already reported this case to the administrative personnel. and they will do something about it and take it down. remember, this is not the first time he has done something like this. multiple girls have been tricked by his sweet words and become a victim,"

and that is why after going through that, you rarely left the house, cut ties with most of your friends and only hung out with satoru. you could kind of say that satoru saved your life, sort of. takumi was kicked out of university, getting a red disclaimer on his name causing him to not get accepted into any other tertiary education program.

growing up actually wasn’t fun. really.

this is based of my own experience. not a 100% like this but pretty much. i don’t know if i should write this out into a longer fic or not, because there’s much more than just this that actually happened. I don’t mind sharing it in the context of o/c x jjk

(part 2)

#satoru gojo #angst #fics #Gojo an angel #should I continue this #Satoru angst #gojou satoru x reader

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waffle-cookies · 5 days

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Ive DOne it a mango and sobert comic Somehow it took longer than expected

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #sobert shark cookie #mango #mango cookie #art #comic #should i continue this

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txlktoomuch · 1 year

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His Butterscotch Curls - Part 1

Author's Note: This is Part 1 of 10 (If I ever finish this). I do not own the characters, only this piece of writing and the fanon storyline/versions of them.

This story will contain angst and mentions of poor mental health, so if these topics are sensitive for you please read with caution. Please note that this is not an attempt to romanticise mental illness, but instead focus on how it can negatively impact relationships with oneself and others. If you are someone who is struggling with your mental health, I urge you to seek professional help, and take care of yourself.

This chapter does not contain the mention of any sensitive topics, other than a mention of bullying in kindergarten. If this is a sensitive topic for you, feel free to skip the parts highlighted in red.

Kageyama

“Would you like to share my lunch with me?”

I look up to see a pale face, framed by soft, butterscotch curls. Large, round glasses sit over the bridge of a roman nose, golden eyes blinking down at me. His cheekbones and the tip of his nose are airbrushed with a soft, cosmos blush.

Flinching, I hug my grazed knees to my chest, bringing my knuckles to my tear filled eyes and rubbing them away. He doesn’t seem to take it back or change his mind. I nod, sniffling and shuffling over to allow him to sit beside me. He sits down, our thighs brushing together, and I take this moment to notice that he’s a lot taller than I am. He could hurt me a lot worse than the other kids if he wanted to.

He doesn’t. He simply places his lunchbox over our thighs, and reaches for his chopsticks. I glance up at him as he holds some food up to my lips. I accept it, thankful, doing my best to avoid looking at what remains of my lunch on the concrete.

The sounds of the other kids’ teasing and laughter seem distant now that he’s here. I feel safe. They can’t hurt me, not when he’s around. We continue to eat in a comfortable silence.

“Earth to Tobio?-” I’m brought back to the moment by a flick to the forehead, blinking up at the same golden eyes, this time framed by rectangular glasses.

I realise that not much has changed about Kei since we first met. He still has the same unruly yet incredibly soft locks, the same airbrushed cheeks and nose, even the same resting pout, the existence of which he has always denied. This thought makes me let out an audible giggle. Kei huffs.

“What’s so funny, Tobio-chan?” he pouted down at me. I booped the tip of his nose lightly with a grin, and he responded by scrunching it.

“Nothing, just thinking about when we first met…” I started, sighing dreamily as I began.

“...Back in kindergarten.” we murmured in unison, and I stared at him in disbelief, feeling my cheeks heat up at the fact that he’d said it with me. Was I really that predictable?

He seemed to notice my embarrassment, and let out a chuckle, followed by that teasing asshole grin he always has. “Hmm, it’s only the…” he paused, making a show of counting on his fingers, my cheeks progressively flushing a brighter shade of red, “...9th time this week, and it’s only Wednesday.”

I buried my face into my hands, peeking at him from between my fingers “Shut it.” I huffed, causing him to grin even more, ruffling my hair.

“Tobio-chan~ Was that day really that special to you?” He teased, and I punched him in the stomach, eliciting a groan out of him “Ow- fuck- fine- fine! sorry.” He huffed, rubbing at the area I’d just punched him. I let out a triumphant ‘hmph’ and crossed my arms across my chest.

After a few moments, he leaned in and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and I sighed, but mumbled a soft “...Mph.. yeah, you were the first person to ever treat me like I was something other than a punching bag.” I continued to pout, but melted at the sight of him smiling to himself, as if it was an achievement to be my first friend.

I left it at that, relaxing slightly as I watched him zone out, probably reliving some of the fond memories of childhood. He stared down at his hands, absently smiling to himself.

I shuffled closer to him, letting my head rest against his shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut. I could feel him adjust to make it more comfortable for the two of us, soft smiles plastered on both of our faces as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

We spent the rest of our lunchtime basking in the comfort of one another, no words exchanged. They weren’t needed. All that mattered was that he was here for me, and I for him.

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Tsukishima

The bell rang just in time, snapping me awake from my half-asleep state. The silence had grown a little too comfortable, causing me to almost doze off. Tobio made no move to get up, and I assumed that he had fallen asleep. Wouldn't be the first time that’d happened.

I tilted my head to look at him, admiring his fiercely sharp and incredibly captivating features. I was so used to seeing them scrunched into a variety of expressions, that seeing them completely relaxed caught me off guard.

The sunlight caught the fly-away strands of his fluffy dark hair, long eyelashes casting a shadow over his flushed cheekbones. His eyes were underlined by dark circles, which based on my observations, had gotten half a shade darker since last week. Tobio’s insomnia was getting worse.

I was torn between letting him catch up on sleep and waking him up so we wouldn’t get in trouble for missing class. It didn’t take much contemplating for me to come to the conclusion that his sleep was way more important than a lesson on quadratics. I already knew the whole topic anyway and it wasn’t like the teacher was going to help Tobio understand it, being more focused on trying to get everyone to pass rather than helping people who struggled.

Having nothing better to do with my hands, I started playing with his hair, allowing him to curl up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, resting my chin on the top of his head and letting myself relax once more. I inhaled deeply, blanking out for a few moments as the smell of his shampoo brought a single thought to my head.

God, how I loved the smell of sea kelp and lemonade.

***

Kageyama

Strawberry shortcake. Vanilla. Icing sugar.

The comforting smell engulfed me, causing me to stir. My head was resting on something comforting. It wasn't a pillow. It rose and fell in sync with my breathing, and once the initial post-nap fuzziness passed, I realised it was his chest. Kei’s chest. One of his hands was resting on the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair, implying that he’d been playing with my hair before he too fell asleep.

As soon as I registered this, my eyes snapped open, a decision which I immediately regretted. Bright sunlight blinded me, causing me to scrunch my eyes shut for a moment, before blinking furiously to let them adjust to the light. I looked around lazily, coming to the conclusion that we were cuddling. On school grounds. Out in the open. How we hadn’t gotten in trouble, I didn’t know.

Sitting up, I reached into my bag to grab my phone, wanting to know how long we had left until class. 4:06 pm. I dropped my phone, letting out a louder than intended “Shit!” Not only had we slept through class, but I’d missed the bus. Walking home was an option, but it’d be an inconvenience and extremely exhausting.

I heard a groan from beneath me, and glanced back to see Kei stirring. “Mhph, Tobio?” he mumbled, blinking up at me. He seemed to realise I was awake, a soft smile making its way upon his face “Sleep well?” So he knew I was asleep? And he let me sleep? God, he was such an idiot.

“You let me sleep?” I mumbled with a huff. He sat up a little, resting on his elbows.

“Your dark circles looked worse than last week, and I didn’t have the heart to wake you up, especially since you seemed like you really needed it.” He explained, slowly making his way into a sitting position by the end of his sentence.

“We missed maths! And I missed my bus!” I huffed, and he looked more amused than anything.

“I’ll give you a piggy back home~” he offered smugly. I responded with a simple glare, and he laughed but lifted his hands defensively. “Okay okay- I’m sorry- the offer still stands though, yknow, since I caused you to miss your ride home I’ll gladly be the substitute to make up for it.”

And that’s how we ended up in our current situation. Kei, carrying me home in a koala hug, our backpacks swung over either shoulder; my face buried in the crook of his neck, out of both affection and embarrassment. I could feel his grin as he marched down the street, which to my luck was pretty much empty at this time of day.

“So~ My place or yours?” He asked. The question itself was less important than what it implied. He wanted to hang out. I hummed in thought, feeling him shiver at the feeling of my breath against his neck. I smirked, taking it as my little victory against him.

Deciding to avenge all the teasing I’d put up with today, I leaned closer, murmuring softly as my lips brushed the shell of his ear, “Mine, parents aren’t home~” I spoke in the most sultry tone I could muster without breaking out into a fit of giggles. I felt him tense up at that, his skin growing hot against mine.

I let out a “Pff-” before starting to laugh, and he huffed as he looked away. He took a turn into my street, and I grinned to myself.

I relaxed, keeping up the act until we go to the door, holding my laughter as he tried to open the door, which swung open. The look on his face when my mother greeted him at the door was priceless.

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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

#this is true #writeblr #warm up #relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes #amongst the Siblings #is like - ''this is so good u will love it''#while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting #like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good''#to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good #(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and #like. we're GONNA try the new thing.)#edit to answer why we had so much vanilla:#my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house.#it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out''#even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter.#my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract #to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids #so like she was right to stock up #ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that #u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it #> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes #> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out)#listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9 #when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it.#3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters #i am the middle child #out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite

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hyenaa-euphoria · 3 months

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best buddies

aaahhh hope you like this idea jajaja i tried to do angst for the first time in my lifeee

dogday is a therapist for kids btw :P

#dogday #catnap #poppy playtime 3 #poppy playtime chapter 3 #fanart #comic #maybe they are both bizarre in this comic #yeah they are both a bit weird #should i make a continuation?

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valleyyofsorrow · 5 months

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the most normal girls in the world …<3

#tlt #tlt fanart #the locked tomb #the locked tomb fanart #coronabeth tridentarius #ianthe tridentarius #tridentarii #ianthe tridentarius fanart #coronabeth tridentarius fanart #woaw that should be enough tags anyway #i know theyre in their third house clothes and ianthe has her skeleton arm but listen the arm is sexy so who give a shit #about continuity

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beaft · 2 years

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the fact that tolkien started writing lord of the rings, realised that the entire concept of the one ring made various plot elements of the hobbit fall to pieces, and dealt with this by saying 'the reason this makes no sense is because the hobbit is from bilbo's perspective and he fudged the truth' is already extremely powerful. but then he actually went the extra mile and re-released the book as essentially the same book but with the plot holes fixed and said 'please enjoy this Objectively True version of this story, untainted by bilbo's mischievous lies' like what a flex. absolute madlad

#playing the 'unreliable narrator' card to hide the fact that your sequel created a retroactive continuity error in your first book?#bold move #rewriting your first book to fix the stuff that didn't make sense?#INCREDIBLY bold move.#be shh now #lotr #the hobbit #i think more authors should do this instead of frantically trying to justify mistakes in their work #that thing you noticed that didn't make sense? don't worry about it bro. didn't happen #containment breach

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voltaical-art · 3 months

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im in agony. a little self indulgent but I think wyll deserves to be told he's loved and have a small breakdown about it

#bg3 #wyll ravengard #tav #wyll x tav #baldur's gate 3 #voltaical ocs #bishop #finally downloaded one (1) font bc i had too much dialog for this #i dont even hate ulder taht much i just thing wyll should talk about ANY complicated feelings he has about him.#also the way wyll always seems to be quoting him like pls what are YOUR THOUGHTS not some cryptic thing your father told you 10 years ago #and rlly if you take the way wyll describes the situation as hard truth #ALL the justification Ulder had for banishing his son #are conclusions WYLL has come to on his OWN since ulder only said ‘one word to him’#LIKE his relationship with his father could have been SO interesting but wyll isn’t allowed to have ANY introspection at all #so he just apologizes and wyll continues to try and please him

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333reads · 1 year

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i have so many drafts hello

#marauders #marauders era #james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #amateur writer #guys im just fucking around i swear #should i or should i not #should i continue this

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stil-lindigo · 2 months

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Context: Israel “allowed” aid in the forms of flour bags to be airdropped into Gaza, waited for hundreds to congregate, and then opened fire into the crowd of desperate, starving Palestinians. 150 Palestinians were killed. Hundreds more wounded. This is being called “The Flourbag Massacre”.

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Meanwhile, over on the other side…

#the things I want to say about Israeli Zionists would get me blasted off this website #but I’ll settle for something like -#these people are depraved fascist fucks who should be tried and punished at the fucking hague #and made to suffer through even a fraction of the immense pain and suffering that they’ve forced onto palestinians #also. as someone who’s not a US citizen but js unfortunately part of the world the US influences #god I am fucking begging you neoliberal fucks to recognise what continuing support for Biden MEANS #please. PLEASE organise #free palestine #palestine #free gaza

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thevoidstaredback · 24 days

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Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Part 2

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