#( WC / 605 )

[kianbe]

PROJECT GREEN, PHASE 03 / INTERVIEW, RE: PROGRESSION

“so, kian, maybe you could start by telling me how project green has been for you. has dorm life been exciting?"

"project green has brought up a lot of emotions within me. for one thing, it's challenging because i've never done something like this before, especially taking on leadership roles, and living with guys who aren't family members, but i'm learning that, despite the obstacles, it's been a really fun experience, too!" he pauses, gazing off into space for a few moments to better collect his thoughts. "i love working on music with everyone, but i think what's been the most important thing, for me, is that... well, being around the others really reminds me of my childhood. i grew up in a big family, and that's what this feels like, too. in a way, it's been rather healing for me to come home every night to a full house. i really appreciate my hyungs for having my back, too."

“i see. and what were your thoughts on last month’s mission? you had two members take on the role of leader. did they guide you well? was there anything you felt as though you’ve learnt from them? has project green helped you get to know your members better?”

"last month's mission really proved that all of us definitely can work together as a team, and even if we made some mistakes and weren't as perfect as we wanted to be, i think for it being our first performance as a unit, we showed that we have a lot of potential!" kian hopes this answer isn't too generic, but it's genuinely how he feels. "the idea that we can all grow together, that there's nowhere to go but up, is exciting to me, too, because we're not going into this alone. i really appreciated siwoo and seojun during the last mission, siwoo especially because he brought a lot of strength to our team. seojun has a lighter touch, and i think that should be highlighted too! siwoo helped me feel more confident, and seojun put a lot of trust in me, which was comforting in its own way." "the thing about living with everyone is, whether we like it or not, we're learning about one another. bad habits, good habits, who takes the longest in the shower, who snores when they sleep... it's fun. at least to me! i feel lucky that i'm surrounding by so many cool seniors. they inspire me a lot to grow and be better myself!"

“got it! thanks kian. now onto this month’s mission. you’ve been chosen as the leader for this month, along with noel. how has it been like working with him? and as the youngest member, what has it been like, leading the older boys?”

"what i like about leading alongside noel is that we get to learn from one another, too. noel is a fantastic dancer and is super good with choreography. i'm better at singing and writing music. together, we create an ideal idol!" he grins, laughing. "i was more in-charge of 'the eye', and noel took on 'candy', and i think that helped us focus more on our strengths, and it allowed us to work more closely with the others, too." "i'm just glad that all of my hyungs put their trust in me; they lifted me up whenever i was feeling burdened. i'm the youngest, like you said, so i didn't want to let anyone down, which is why i set aside time to work with everyone on their vocal parts separately. giving each member a private 'lesson' with me seems to have boosted everyone's confidence in singing and rapping, and i'm glad it worked out!"

“alright. this month you’ll have to perform in front of fellow trainees, and senior idols. does that make you nervous? do you think the team will do a good job under your leadership?”

"performing is why we're all here, so i think this will be the most fun we'll have yet, especially since it's on halloween!" kian's optimism shines through, as always. "i tried my best to make sure that everyone's vocals, and confidence levels, are at a high for this showcase, and all i can hope is that they continue to trust me through the set. that's the only thing i'm nervous about; letting people down somehow." "all i wanna do is make the audience smile. at the very least, i think me and the others will be able to do that!"

[velvetreds]

HONEYMOON PHASE — A. MIYA

cws; swearing, gn?reader but it gives fem to me even tho theres not descriptions of reader or gendered pet names, married life, tooth rotting fluff, yeah.

wc; 605

"'s it too late," atsumu's voice is muffled and his words slurred as he speaks, face buried in your shoulder.

"mm?" you respond sleepily, not really listening to him. strong tan arms are wrapped around your middle, and you absentmindedly curl your fingers into his untoned bleached hair. he purrs at the feeling, pulling you closer to him so he can press his mouth to your neck, grinning lazily. you make a slight noise of protest as you feel his teeth against your neck, and then he bites you, really bites you, to make you shut up.

"mmh, leave the jackals, y'know? fuck 'em, i could become a hermit or a monk or somethin'."

a drowsy, surprised giggle bubbles out of you, and his smile widens in response. he likes making you laugh.

"tsumu," you say, and he realises with glee that you still have your rough, lower-than-usual, sexy morning voice. "tsumu, monks can't get married, i think. and they have to be bald."

he groans, but you're not sure which one it's in response to. switching tactics, you half-heartedly try to push him off you.

"lemme stay here," he whines. "i love you, i wanna—"

"tsumu, no," you chide him, and he quiets down like a kicked puppy. raising his head, he pulls your left hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the spot just above your wedding ring before he gets up with a sleepy yawn.

"five years into our marriage and you still don't let me sleep in," he says with a pout.

you ignore him, pausing mid-movement to admire his sculpted figure and the way his body moves as he transfers his wedding ring from his finger to the chain around his neck. when he notices you looking, a bright, boyish grin lights up his face. "can't risk losing it," he tells you, still smiling. you can't help but mirror his expression with your own giddy, lovestruck smile.

you're fixing up breakfast in the kitchen when he comes in, although he's still not dressed to leave yet. you turn to him, smiling when he nuzzles his face into yours. "baby, can i drive you t'work?"

you shake your head, hands coming up to cup his face. "you're already running late, love."

he rolls his eyes in response, angling his head to kiss your palm. "baby, best friend, love of my fuckin' life. is it such a crime to want to spend more time with you?"

"we have all the time in the world, tsumu," you say. "eat quick and go."

"not leaving the house without you," he says sulkily. "they can practice without their favourite setter for a bit."

"favourite? that's debatable," you tease, sitting down next to him with your own breakfast. atsumu kisses your knuckles again with a sly grin, ignoring your dig at him. "but i'm your favourite setter."

"you're my favourite everything," you say, and then you laugh as the red spreads across his cheeks and his nose and the tips of his ears. your breakfasts remain untouched as he leans in to kiss all over your face in a bid to distract you.

"are you flirting with me, y/n l/n?" he asks.

"maybe," you reply, still laughing.

he shuts you up with a kiss. "what if we skip work today?"

"and do what, exactly?"

"laze around, y'know. i just want to stay with you, spend some time together."

"hmm." you pretend to think, but your mind is already made up. "i dunno..."

he kisses your palm, and then your wrist. "please?"

you've never been able to resist those stupid puppy eyes, anyways.

I HATE THIS ITS SO HAPPY. kmsing. drop a like, rb and or comment if u liked this 🤔🤔 husband atsumu u could fix me

[hannieehaee]

How about Joshua with a s/o who always wears baggy clothes and doesnt feel attractive because she doesnt wear revealing ones ?

If u want to write it pls do it only if u are ok with it and feel inspired ♡♡

content: bf!joshua, established relationship, some talk about insecurities, fluff, etc.

wc: 605

a/n: so sorry i took so long to write this!!

masterlist

"hey, babe, have you seen my shirt? you know, the grey one with the loose neck? i thought i- oh."

"huh? what was that?", you asked as you took out an earbud, turning to look at the boy who'd been trying to call your attention.

chuckling, he rounded the kitchen island to reach your side, hands practically attaching to your waist like magnets as he aided you in removing the other earbud, placing both on the counter next to you.

"i was just wondering where my band tee went, but i think i have my answer," he chuckled, pressing a sweet peck to your temple.

"oh, fuck. sorry, josh. do you want it? i can go change," you went to disconnect from him, but he wasnt having it, instead nuzzling his head on your shoulder.

"hm. it smells of my cologne still," he said almost to himself, "you don't have to take it off. i like you in my clothes," he reassured.

you could only scoff.

"your clothes are baggy on me. just like all my other clothes. what difference does it really make?"

joshua shrugged, "just like knowing you're wearing something of mine. you're style's cute. you're cute."

"flattery will get you everywhere, hong," you laughed.

it was one of those nice, domestic moments that occurred every so often. you basked in it, enjoying it before the two of you went back to your regular days.

it wasn't until later that you started to think about what you'd said to joshua earlier.

you did have a tendency to wear baggier clothes. hell, there really was no difference between wearing something of his and a piece of your own. it was incredibly rare for you to show skin or any sort of silhouette, and those instances were really reserved for nights too warm to handle in which you had to opt for some shorts and a tank top.

but even then, you went for looser ensembles. clothes that showed your figure were never really your forte.

you couldn't help but wonder if this ever bothered josh. would he have preferred if your style varied more? what if he thought of you as a prude? maybe he-

"what's got you thinking so loud?", the boy in question interrupted your inner turmoil.

you hadn't realized as you sat in front of your vanity, face wash in hand and still unused, that you'd frozen in place as you thought. his presence in the restroom hadn't registered until he spoke.

"just, uh," you pondered as to whether or not to voice your concerns, but his compassionate smile reflecting on the mirror made you decide, "i was thinking that maybe you'd like it better if i dressed differently? you know, maybe show more skin?"

you voiced it as a question, insecurities building in you as you sought a direct expression of his preferences.

"are you kidding? i like how you dress. and it's not really something that bothers me. you're comfortable and you're beautiful. it's a win-win situation for me," he kind of chuckled as he spoke, finding your question very sudden and unnecessary.

"oh."

you felt a bit dumb now.

"has this been worrying you? you know i'm like obsessed with you, right? you could wear a trash bag and i'd still be as obsessed," he joked, closing in on you similarly to how he'd done earlier in the day.

he finished his statement with a kiss pressed to your lips, humming when you kissed back.

"this just gives me free reign of your closet. i hope you know that," you jested.

"baby, i'm rich. take whatever you want."

[akutasoda]

Can I request hcs with kurapika, chrollo and feitan with a s/o who has an illusion like ability? Like they go through someone’s memory if they have a sample of their dna they can make realistic illusions and replay the same memories? Sorry if it’s too specific

illusionists

synopsis - how are they with an s/o who has nen based around illusions

includes - kurapika, chrollo, feitan

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst??, maybe ooc, wc - 605

a/n: it's not too specific! the more details the better!

kurapika kurta ★↷

↪originally, he thought you're nen was extremely dangerous. when he first met you, he became extremely wary because kurapika was uncomfortable knowing that you could easily access his memories - and he didn't trust you one bit.

↪even when he got to know you a bit more, he still couldn't bring himself to fully trust you. he had a lot of memories that could easily cause him to become vulnerable and he feared you'd use that to your advantage.

↪same went for you being able to create a realistic illusion. he didn't trust you not to trick and decieve him - especially if you were a potential spy for the spiders.

↪it took a very long time, and a lot of promises, for him to actually trust you not to decieve him.

↪and so now he can see your nen as useful and rather cool. kurapika may even ask you to help him track down the spiders but he wouldn't want you to get so involved.

↪even though he doesn't like you using your ability on him, he wouldn't mind so much if you replayed a memory of you and him - especially after a long day or on a special occasion.

chrollo lucifer ★↷

↪again, initially he saw you as a major threat - if you chose to pick the spiders as an enemy of course. although, he also saw you of great use to them if you decided to help them.

↪perhaps took the longest to fully trust you, you had alot to prove to him before he could even consider you an acquaintance. chrollo had alot he didn't want you knowing, namely protecting the spiders and his own little secrets.

↪even if you chose not to be directly connected to the spiders, you are still his partner and so sometimes he does ask you to help them out if your nen is useful for that situation.

↪chrollo makes it very clear that you are not to use your ability on him. while he does trust you to, he would just prefer you to leave his memories alone - the only exception is when he wishes to revisit a specific memory with you.

feitan portor ★↷

↪for a third time, he kept extreme caution with you when he first met you. to him, you were dangerous. to not only him but the rest of the spiders and he wasn't going to be responsible for their secrets getting out.

↪it took him a long time to fully truat you being around him yes, but probably not as long as the previous two. yes he was wary, but he had confidence that you wouldn't risk your life for a mere friendship, and more, with him.

↪he wouldn't mind if you chose not to associate with the spiders, it was your choice not his. but if you did, then he'd gladly recommend you to chrollo and you probably would have zero issues joining.

↪very rarely, if he knew you were okay with it, feitan would ask for some assistance with certain 'interrogations' - torturing people with old painful memories made it much easier to gain information. but only if you agreed.

↪he wouldn't exactly jump at the idea of letting you view his memories and such, he wouldn't be opposed to it if you asked.

[adverbally]

A Shot Right Through Into a Bolt of Blue

Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt “Temporary Character Death” | wc: 605 | rated: T | cw: temporary character death, vomiting | tags: AU, canon-divergent, what if Steve took Eddie’s place, pre-relationship, canon-typical violence and gore, hopeful ending | title from “Bizarre Love Triangle” by New Order

Keeping this one short and sweet so I can post it while it’s still the 11th in my time zone 😬

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It’s not a surprise to anyone when Steve insists on staying with Dustin for their mission back to the Upside Down. The kid is like a little brother to him, and Steve’s mile-wide protective streak isn’t about to let him out of his sight. They’ll balance each other out, he argues. The brains and the brawn. It just makes sense.

So Eddie goes with the girls and tries to throw Molotov cocktails like he’s done this before. He stands there and watches Vecna burn and feels something like pride, like a promise fulfilled. This is for Chrissy.

But then Dustin comes on the radio, hysterical and incomprehensible, and any thoughts of victory are erased.

By the time they get there and find Dustin kneeling in the dirt with Steve propped up in his lap, Eddie’s stomach is in his throat and he’s shaking from running all the way here and he just knows they’re too late. It’s like reliving the horror of Chrissy being broken apart right before his eyes.

Unlike before, Eddie doesn’t run. He does something even worse.

He freezes.

He stands there uselessly as Robin tries to comfort Dustin while he wails on the ground. Her eyes are dry but there’s no light behind them, her spirit snuffed out with her platonic soulmate’s death.

He watches Nancy take stock of Steve’s injuries with her typical no-nonsense attitude, finding the spots where he’s bleeding the most, using her belt as a tourniquet, trying to figure out some way to fix this.

Eddie should offer to do CPR or apply pressure to Steve’s wounds or even just pull Dustin into a hug and make sure the kid can’t see any more of the horrors surrounding him. He just can’t make himself move.

His eyes are glued to Steve— the demobat bites covering him with blood, the way his body is limp under Nancy’s efficient hands, the lack of tension in his perpetually furrowed brow, the beloved nail bat that has rolled just out of his reach.

At least his eyes are closed. He must’ve known at the end that it was coming, shut his eyes to save Dustin the memory of his vacant stare—

Suddenly, Eddie is spinning around and lurching to his knees as he retches into the gravel.

He knew Steve, is the thing.

As horrible as everything was with Chrissy, they had only spoken for the first time that day. But Steve… He had time to get to know Steve, saw how kind and brave and real he could be, talked with him about the kids and how utterly fucked up this whole situation was. He wasn’t just Harrington anymore, complete with a derogatory snarl. He was Steve.

Maybe it was stupid to start falling for the first cute straight boy who was nice to him for a couple of days. It wouldn’t be the stupidest crush Eddie ever had. Sure, the chances of it going anywhere were practically zero, but Eddie Munson is nothing if not stubborn. He thinks he would’ve seen it through, at least became a friend to Steve and soaked up his sunshine from a distance.

But as Eddie empties his guts onto the ground, he is suddenly aware that now Steve will just be Steve forever. Not “sweetheart” or “Dad” or “Coach Harrington” or any of the things Steve might have dreamed of. Not Eddie’s friend. Definitely not something more.

Eddie’s not sure if the tears that sting his eyes are from throwing up or from grieving those possibilities.

Then suddenly Nancy is yelling, “I think I feel a pulse!” and they become tears of relief.

[formulawonu]

mingyu & shopping

summary: best friend!mingyu is arguably the best thing that has ever happened to you but everyone else is in love with him so you have the lucky privilege of humbling him all the time 

a/n: i wanted to post this on mingyu day but i clearly didn’t make it ://  just a small blurb for our birthday boy. belated happy birthday, gyu. i hope you’re smiling everyday <3 also this isnt proofread sorry! also thank u for 500 followerssssss <3 <3 <3

wc: 605 😸

“not everything looks good on you, kim mingyu. reel it in a little.” 

—and that makes lie number three you’ve told your best friend today. the first was telling him how tiring it was seeing his face every morning when he picked you up (it was actually the best part of your otherwise dreary day) and the second was you telling him you didn’t care if he asked this one girl out (it bothered you more than it should have).

mingyu makes eye contact with you in the mirror and scoffs at the look on your face. “i don’t know why i always bring you along with me. you never say anything looks good on me.” he starts angling himself and squinting at the mirror, probably trying to figure out if he really didn’t look good in the outfit. 

it was funny to you that mingyu took everything you told him to heart. whether it be teasing him on how clumsy he could be to how much of a closet dork he was, his reactions to it all always made you laugh. you befriended mingyu in the fifth grade because you were the lone person who had the guts to tell him being tall wasn’t as big of an advantage as he thought it was; you thought it just made him more susceptible to being bossed around to do favors for everyone else shorter than him. he bickered back, saying you were just jealous because you were shorter than him. you replied saying you didn’t want to have his height if it meant not being able to handle the truth of the matter. 

that was the first time someone wasn’t praising mingyu for the things he was simply born with. he thought you were being real and you thought he was cute. it was the perfect dynamic to becoming best friends.

“that’s what best friends are for,” you say. you flash him a smile and he rolls his eyes. “you know i’m hopelessly in love with you regardless of how ugly you look in that sweater anyway.” 

your best friend groans then turns away from the mirror to face you. he starts striking the silliest poses at you (still managing to look good, you add in the back of your head.) he sends you a genuine smile. “i know. and i love you too.” 

your heart flutters even when you know he doesn’t mean it in the way you wished he would. you continue to watch him try on clothes, happily content with wasting away your saturday afternoon like this. 

“are you excited for our date tonight?” he asks you as he pays for his clothes at the register. 

��i’m always excited when you’re paying.” you reply.

mingyu jokingly frowns. “sometimes i feel like you’re just using me for my money.”

“okay, but who else will put up with you?” 

he reaches over and pinches your cheek, knowing you hate it when he does that. you attempt to swat his hand away but he catches it and interlocks your fingers. the cashier looks at the both of you and smiles as she hands over his bag of clothes and receipt. mingyu takes it with his free hand. “you two are so cute. enjoy the rest of your day!” you’re about to protest but mingyu simply says thank you and pulls you out of the store. 

as you walk down the street with your best friend, still hand in hand, you let yourself revel in the simplicity of the moment. this would do for now – maybe forever – as long as it meant always having kim mingyu by your side.

[smuttyelectricwheelchair]

luz de mis ojos

summary - - - just a oneshot of sweet domestic life . . . ooc!miguel x chubby!male!reader (cock and balls)

content warnings - - - blindsided by horny miguel . . thats about it !

wc - - - 605 (lil baby)

miguel loves you very, very much, and he almost never lets you leave your home of nueva york or barely even your shared apartment. you've gotten used to it by now, and are comfortable in the penthouse of one of the tallest buildings in the city, as you've made the whole place much more cozy. on one shady evening, when the moon is hanging low in the sky and the horizon is a sweet shade of dusty blue, you're trying to figure out where you put the red measuring spoons for your latest chicken-preparing adventure. you hear a click after a beep on the other side of the kitchen wall, and you know it's not the housekeeper, because the housekeeper doesn't groan, grunt and moan every time she steps foot in the door.

"sweetface, ohhh, my sweetface," you can hear the tension in his voice and the scowl on his face, "what did i ever do to desrve the things these kids make me put up w-" he stops. "what smells so damn good?"

you smile and reach even harder into the top shelf of your highest cabinet and almost fall off your stepstool, when suddenly you feel two huge arms wrap around you and hold you tight. even though you're a bigger guy, you always loved how easily miguel could snake his way onto you.

"hey, honey!" you exclaim, "guess what? i brushed up on some spanish today!" you turn to face miguel and hug him around his oh-so stiff neck. he relaxes, but only a little.

"really, mi tesoro? then what if i told you to quítate los pantalones y déjame saborearte, huh?" he grins at his own stupid joke and looks up at you with a smidge of beady redness in his eyes.

"okay, well, i understand 'pants', and i understand that look on your face," you sigh exhaperatedly. "what did they do to you this time, mig?" you let go of his neck and move to loosen his almost desperate grip on your waist when you're abruptly lifted into the air and slung over miguel's shoulder.

"hey, hey, hey! just what the hell do you think you're doing, miggy!?" your lover gently takes and tosses you onto his and your bed, making sure not to hit your head on the headboard. "miguel o'hara! what is your pr-"

"shut the fuck up, luz de mis ojos. please, please-" he kneels on the bed and crawls slowly toward you, placing one of his rough, taloned hands on your hip and shifting a claw underneath your waistband. "i need you so bad right now, please." miguel drags his gaze over your body and meets your eyes, stopping his movements to wait for a response. you're less than surprised, and honestly a little turned on.

"well," you start, "promise me you'll tell me about your day over dinner.." you lean forward and hook your index finger on the collar of the crewneck he always wears in public, pulling him closer, "and i'll let you do whatever you want to me, querido." miguel's irises set ablaze a fiery crimson. he moves at the speed of light on top of you, reaching his cheek to meet yours, and to whisper in your ear.

"prometo."

miguel rips a clean line down the side of your boxers, making you shiver at the sudden air chill. in a quick and precise set of actions, o'hara yanks down your him-themed underwear, lifts your tank top off your body and leans up and back to rest on his knees in-bewtween your legs, admiring the view only he gets to soak up.. only him.

you see him working it out in his head-

what he's going to do to you.

[hoonoflife]

hello stranger. ⠀ ⠀ pairing ; nonidol! riki nishimura x gn! reader. ⠀ genre ; fluff, strangers to friends. ⠀ ⠀ wc ; 605 words.⠀ ⠀ warnings ; none. ⠀ ⠀ author’s note ; originally for martin vid, reuploaded.

CROWDED PLACES — loud crowded places — wasn’t the usual go-to scene. you’ve always opted for the coziness of your home; no noise, no anxiety. just you and the warmth of multiple blankets and stuffed animals.

your friends had invited you to dinner one weekend, and though you were hesitant since you had no cash, you had said yes after your friend offered to pay for you.

when you got there, the restaurant was somewhat empty until your huge group of friends arrived. you felt bad for the host at the stand, a large group bursting with energy at a quaint restaurant had to have given the man a headache.

while your friends rushed to sit down at the large table, you sat near the end with some strangers — err, mutuals, if you will. this one stranger, though, he really caught your attention. he was dressed in all black, his t-shirt somewhat hugging his frame, his jet black hair fell over his eyes a bit, and his face was adorned with the prettiest freckles. the way you stared at him would have creeped out most but he didn’t notice, too busy making conversation with an acquaintance of yours.

instead of making new friends, you decided to watch a netflix series on your phone while eating your food. the guy in front of you stole a few glances, before softly tapping your hand with his index finger, garnering your attention, which it did. you paused your show and placed your phone face down to show your eyes were now on him.

“you enjoying yourself over there?” he chuckled, his voice deeper than you imagined.

with a small smile, you shook your head. “not really…”

the boy leaned over the table, his eyes scanning the rest of the party before focusing on you. “wanna ditch them?”

you tilted your head, your brows furrowed in confusion. “what?”

he laughed at your confusion, which you did not find funny.

“let’s ditch them. they’re not gonna notice.”

and he was right — you guys slipped away in secret. though you remembered your friend was paying for you, and you told the mystery boy that, he said it was no biggie. he paid for his drink and your food before the two of you ran away to the nearest playground. it was darker than anticipated, given that it was almost 11 pm, but the two of you didn’t mind.

you didn’t even know the guy but the way you guys played around on the play set made it seem like the two of you were the best of friends.

as the night grew even darker (as dark as it could get), the two of you grew tired. you both sat at a bench nearby the play set, your head rested on the boy’s shoulder. something told you were crossing a boundary and you felt guilty for leaning up against a complete stranger but the way he fixed his posture to adjust to your tired state washed some of that guilt away.

“hey,” the mystery spoke up. “you never told me your name.”

that’s right; you guys hadn’t exchanged names in the time you’ve been together.

“oh! i’m y/n.” you looked up at the boy through your lashes, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster.

he softly whispered your name before smiling down at you, his eyes forming small crescents as he did. “nice to meet you, y/n. i’m riki.”

riki.. riki.. his name replayed in your head a bunch of times before he snapped you out of your thoughts.

“we should do this again sometime. this was nice..”

“yeah.. we should..”

[zorosbeau33]

Simplicity~ Eijiro Kirishima Imagine

❖ MHA/BNHA, Kirishima x Gender Neutral reader

❖ category, any genre

❖ No warnings~

❖ wc: 605

❖ @kimnamshiks @d0uble0hd0nut ❖ Masterlist ❖

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Hope you all enjoy this little idea, all involved in this au are aged up~

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Twirl about in the golden glow of the late sun's last rays. Bare feet reshaping the golden mounds below you, letting the wind caress your cheek while your eyes half close. A melody playing in your mind only you would know, limbs outreached for a tender embrace. Hair rustling as sweetened tones of mirth and joy rolling past your lips. The world seemed to fall away, lost in the magic of the moment.

His eyes never left you, fingers reaching forward, brushing, grasping, and gently warming against yours. The sand still warm beneath his feet as he danced in and out of the surging waves and along the seashell-speckled shoreline with you. Lips turned up at the corners as he dipped and quickly spun you around. Your mirth ringing out louder as the laughs leaving you turned to squeal, Kirishima's hold tightening as he lifted you higher into his embrace. Nothing in this world would ever be so nice as spending a moment with you. Heart hammering in his ribs filling him with vital life-bearing oxygen, Kirishima darted down the beach carrying you away from the crashing waves and back up towards the house overlooking the water. Your attempted escape had failed, and you both were completely fine with it. Locked in a joking war of feigned struggle and playful scolding.

Your friends watched on from above and jeered, or cheered, calling you both to dinner and back into the ring of people gathering on the deck. Kirishima however took his time, for as quick as he had run after you, he was merely walking back now with you securely over his shoulder. Trouble maker captured, one hand resting just shy of your ass. The weak whines you let out and the tiny wiggled kicks makes him merely laugh harder. 

“Come on babe~ Give it up you’re stuck now!” Kirishima set you down gently, touching down on the cool wood of the back deck by the pool. “Dinner time~”

Being a good player if a tease, you made a fuss of pretending to acquiesce, leaning into his side as you caught your breath. Cheeks stinging from wind and lack of oxygen, Kirishima was warm and solid. His arm slipped around your hips as he calmly talked to your friends and gathered a drink for you both to share. Every touch gentle and adoring, his eyes sparkling in the sunset as you all gathered together to celebrate the first day of your vacation together. The smiles on everyone's faces only make the love you shared with him and them grow stronger. 

“Someday we’ll have to gather together like this again.” Chuckled Denki dodging a pool noodle from Bakugo.

“Maybe it's hard for all of us to get off for a week like this though.” Sighed Momo regretfully.

“You won’t have an option someday, because all of you will have to come to our wedding!” The happy statement from Kirishima’s lips was casual enough but took most by surprise. He however kept smiling and started excitedly talking about the plans you all shared for tomorrow, he’d never parasailed before hopefully he wouldn’t freak out. Statements like these came so easily to him, just as easily as he found himself cuddling into your shoulder as you all sat around the fire pit that night watching the stars roll by. “I can’t wait for more days like this.”

His whisper was perhaps meant for no one at all, but you heard him as he gently nosed into your shoulder content in the simple knowledge that yet again tomorrow he would be waking up to another day spent with you.

[soongyeopsal]

Masterlist

Key:

Fluff - 🌻 | Angst - 🥃 | Comedy - 🤡 Horror - 👹 | Smut - 💦 | Toxic - ☠️

Boo Seungkwan

◸Who Wants to be a Dumbass? | 🤡 | 18+ | wc: 961

Choi Hansol (Vernon)

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

Choi Seungcheol (S. Coups)

◸Imported | 💦 🥃 ☠️ | 18+ | wc: 2k

Hong Jisoo (Joshua)

◸Honey Where Your Mouth Is | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 2.4k

Jeon Wonwoo

◸Ad Nauseam | 👹| 21+ | wc: 3.6k

Drabbles: ◸You're sick during the holidays | 🌻 | 13+ | wc: 605

Kim Mingyu

◸Give Me 20 | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 1.2k

Drabbles: ◸You treat Mingyu to orgasm denial | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 968

Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi)

◸Scenic Route | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 2.1k

Drabbles: ◸Soonyoung is riled up after a concert | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 542

◸Mommy teaches Soonyoung a lesson | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 851

Lee Chan (Dino)

◸What Goes Up... | 💦 🤡 | 18+ | wc: 1.9k

Drabbles: ◸Mirror sex with Chan | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 433

Lee Jihoon (Woozi)

◸Like I Want You | 💦 🥃 ☠️ | 18+ | wc: 2.2k

Lee Seokmin (Dokyeom)

◸Judgement Call | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 1.2k

Wen Junhui

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

Xu Minghao

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

Yoon Jeonghan

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

Jeon Jungkook

◸Session Number Six | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 1.5k

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

◸Overture | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 1.8k

Kim Namjoon (RM)

◸Say Less | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 1.3k

◸Ocean View | 🥃 | 16+ | 2.4k

Kim Seokjin

◸Bullhonkey Bullrider | 💦 🤡 | 18+ | wc: 6k

Kim Taehyung (V)

◸Croquembouche | 💦☠️ | 18+ | wc: 6.1k

◸Good Sportsmanship | 🌻 | 16+ | wc: 1.3k

Min Yoongi (Suga)

◸I Feel Like F!ckin' Somethin' | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 4k

Park Jimin

◸Expectations | 💦 | 18+ | wc: 1.8k ◸Nth Time's a Charm | 🌻 | 16+ | wc: 1.3k

[lodeddiperactivate]

ATSV MASTERLIST

Prowler Miles Morales High society [part i] wc: 605 [part ii] wc: 1.1K [part iii] wc: 2.1K

Hobie Brown Love me, hate me wc: 2.4K

[tokusaatsus]

s. kanata — thalassophobia

warnings: drowning, suicidal thoughts, cult mentions

The endless yearning for the ocean is something so integral to his being, that Kanata doesn’t know how to live without it. When you spend your entire life in the absence of something, it starts to define you.

Emptiness, synonymous with Shinkai, 深海 the deep sea. A curse. Kanata, 奏汰, so out of reach.

The salt of his tears is comparable to the taste of the sea and he relishes in it, if only to feel—if only for a little while.

Desire has taken root in his heart.

For as long as the god-boy known as Shinkai Kanata has existed, he has always wanted for something. Companionship, care; all those simply a far-off pipe dream.

What can a god know about the pursuits of mortals? The nature of love is beyond him—unconditional affection seems more fictitious than the idea of a boy-god who emerged from the sea, because he has never had anything that did not come from a system of exchange.

Of course, there is the issue of the anomaly. As in, someone whose wish he cannot grant. There are more of those than you would think. Morisawa Chiaki is one of them.

You are another.

You are soft. Too soft, he might say. You’re so used to swimming freely along the surface, that you don’t think to look for the sharks lying in wait underneath until they’re lunging for your exposed underbelly.

Kanata cannot fathom why you would refuse his offer. That is his purpose in life, what makes him. Is there any use to a god who cannot do the feats his followers boast of?

He beseeches you. Please, let me grant your wish. You reply, no thank you. There’re some things that just seem too good to be true, and you’re one of them.

Your fingers brush against his as you walk past. He expects that to be the end of it but you smile at him in the hallways when you pass him by and sometimes, he smiles back.

You would think, after all these years, he would have gotten used to it. That loneliness. But Kanata is greedy. More, more, he wants more.

It’s addictive, is what it is. Like submerging yourself beneath the waves and letting them close over your head, one with the ocean at last. Like feeling your lungs burn with a lack of oxygen as your heart beats a panicked staccato in your ribcage, trying to keep those bubbles from escaping. Like feeling the water envelope you, five senses and all, until all that you can think of is the vast, endless blue and—I’m going to die here.

Then the war happens and suddenly, in the midst of the Eccentrics (Rei-Wataru-Shu-Natsume) and Chiaki (hero) and Tenshouin Eichi (angel), you are there.

A sanctuary. As soothing as the waves, his heart soon fills its empty spaces with you, you, you.

He aches for you. It’s still addictive, yes, but slightly different this time. Like desperately scrabbling for the shoreline as your body compresses itself. Like breaking the surface and taking in the rush of air that follows. Like clawing yourself onto the sand, drenched and exhausted but—I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive.

In the race to the end, he cuts himself on crushed shells hidden underfoot. The brine of the ocean stings. But still he keeps pressing onwards, because there behind the finish line he sees you.

He stumbles right into your waiting arms. Maybe his sufferings are finally over. And the path to salvation is, in his mind’s eye, littered with pictures of you. As he sinks into your embrace, Kanata thinks; peace, at last.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 605 words

reze txt. hm. it seems i am not immune to sea metaphors. i am also not immune to a boy who thinks he's a god. i need to study him. i need to blenderise him. hi 🦢

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[eventinelysplayground]

Bad Luck

This is my week late fic that I wrote for Yves birthday. I just had a bit of a tough time this week but I'm doing much better now so here it is. Yves receives some specialy made treats for his upcoming birthday. Pure fluff and cuteness, WC approx 605.

Yves and Licht sat in the garden enjoying a much needed break after a long day.

“I bet you're excited Emma's coming home tonight.”

“Of course I am!.”

“Good timing too since your birthday's in two days.”

Yves nodded and placed his teacup down.

“I had so been hoping she would be back in time, I'm glad her father has recovered too.”

Licht nodded his agreement then looked at the table in front of them.

“Something's missing.”

Yves sighed then pouted.

“They wouldn't let me into the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, they didn't tell me.”Licht blinked at Yves.“But you're the King?”

“Yes well…”

“Yves…”

“I didn't want to push them ok! The maids stopped me in the hall though and said I wasn't allowed in and then they asked me nicely to leave so I did.”

“You're too nice Yves.”

Yves was about to argue with his brother when they heard a voice calling out to them.

“Daddy, Uncle Licht!”

The little girl was carefully walking towards them with a very heavy looking tray and Licht quickly got up to grab it for her and carry it the rest of the way.

“Thank you Uncle Licht. I'm sorry I'm late but it was really heavy!”

“What is all this Yvette?”

Licht sat the tray down on the table and him and Yves stared at the cookies and cupcakes.

“They're sweets, I made them all by myself for you Daddy because it's your birthday soon. I wanted to surprise you with them at tea but…”

Yvette's head dropped her golden hair falling over her face.

“You weren't late late, you were fashionably late and there's a big difference between the two trust me.”

Yves spoke with so much confidence as he smiled at his daughter and she smiled back at him. She then went over and took a cookie and cupcake from the tray and held them out to her father. Yves picked up the cupcake and then she passed the cookie to Licht. Both men took a bite at the same time from their treats.

“You said you made these all by yourself?”

“Uh huh, nobody helped me at all! Nanny had been watching me for a bit then Uncle Clavis came in and wanted to help but I wanted to do it myself so I had nanny take him away. How are they, Daddy?”

“Well they're certainly… very special.”

Licht nodded furiously in agreement and both men plastered smiles on their faces. Yvette excitedly clapped her hands together before twirling.

“Yay! I have to go find nanny and Uncle Clavis now so they can try them. Make sure to save them each one, oh but you can have the rest!”

Yvette took of running towards the castle. As soon as she was gone Yves leaned over and put the cupcake back on the tray while Licht spit his food into a napkin and made a face.

“I can't believe I'm saying this but I think Clavis' help would have made them better.”

Yves nodded in agreement.

“I need to make more time to teach her how to bake properly.”

“What do we do about these in the meantime?”

Both men stared at the tray for a moment before Yves stood up and began walking off further into the gardens with it.

“Where are you going?”

“Earlier today didn't you say that you thought you saw a pit trap near the gazebo?”

“Ya?”

“Then we're going to the gazebo to finish our lovely desserts, now grab the tea.”

Had Yves looked back at Licht he would have seen the faintest smile on his face.

Tag List, if I forgot you let me know still getting used to this: @nightghoul381, @queengiuliettafirstlady

[hypnoneghoul]

Mushy May Day 22. Teaching a skill - Dewfrit

WC: 605

Ifrit (he is horny) teaches Dew guitar when he is to play lead.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“This is fucked up” Dewdrop grumbled, dropping his hands from the guitar again. He learned so much already, so many hard to play solo’s, but somehow pull-offs and hammer-ons seemed unachievable without a pick.

“It’s not, you just have to, look-” Ifrit said, taking the guitar from Dew and playing the bridge from ‘From the Pinnacle to the Pit” perfectly. Of course he did, he probably played it a million times already. “You can’t just pull your fingers up, you gotta pluck the string doing that, too. And don’t smack them, gently.”

He gave the Fantomen back to the smaller ghoul and watched him attempt the part again. Dew already nailed the rest of the song, including the solo, but for some reason this was the hardest for him. Ifrit sighed, not from frustration, but worry about Dew, when he just managed to get out only a few, out of rhythm, pinched sounds, again, “See? It doesn’t work!”

“Hmmm,” the bigger fire ghoul thought, wrapping an arm around Dew’s shoulders and bumping their horns together. “I think I’ve got an idea.”

Ifrit jumped up as Dew let out a confused noise, and got back after a moment with Dew’s old bass. He quickly plugged it in and gave it to Dewdrop, taking away the Fantomen.

“Play ‘Con Clavi’ intro, slowly,” he instructed and watched as Dew did, stopping him at the second pull-off. “Look, you are doing it! It’s the same thing, Droplet. Just smaller strings.”

“Wait,” the smaller ghoul furrowed his brows and repeated slowly. “I think you’re right. Wait, let me-”

He moved to the highest string and tried to play that guitar part, but on his bass. The notes were different and he had more issues stretching his small hands like that on the longer neck of the bass, but in general, he played the hammer-ons and pull-offs perfectly.

“Yeah, exactly!” Ifrit chuckled, switching the instruments once again. “Try again, you can do it, Droplet.”

Dewdrop cleared his throat, took a deep breath and cracked his knuckles, as if he was preparing for a fist fight. Well, he, somewhat, was. He grabbed the neck again, carefully placing his right hand over the strings to mute them and tried to play the bridge again, slowly and paying a lot of attention to the pull-offs, and…

“I did it! It worked, Ifrit, right?” Dew cheered, though a flash of doubt was still visible in his eyes.

“Yeah, you did, it did work,” Ifrit chuckled, Dew really was adorable. “Told you, I’m proud of you, Droplet. Now, come again, you’ll master it quickly.”

Dewdrop didn’t exactly get to it, he just stared at Ifrit with his head tilted to the side and a small pout, “What is it?”

“You said you’re proud of me, and yet you didn’t give me a kiss,” Dew stated, matter-of-factly.

Ifrit laughed, shaking his head, before all but pouncing on the smaller ghoul, dragging the guitar away from them and peppering his face in kisses, mumbling ‘proud of you’ in between them, making Dew blush deeply, squirming below him.

“Stop, Ifrit, stop,” he giggled, a token protest, really.

“Nope,” he breathed. “‘m showing you how proud of you I am.”

“Wasn’t I supposed to practise it more?”

“Later,” Ifrit mumbled, trailing his lips down to Dew’s collarbone, his scent getting a more heady hint to it.

“Oh no-” the small ghoul whispered, when Ifrit shifted enough to rut his half-hard cock about Dew’s thigh. “Why is everything always making you horny?”

“It's not everything,” Ifrit chuckled, sneaking his hand under Dew’s boxers. “It’s you who always makes me horny, Droplet.”

“Oh, Satan…”

[akutasoda]

Hello <33 would it be alright to request Kurapika and a reader who is understanding, independent, smart, but also relatively quiet/analytical? I can see them quietly leaving him as he focuses on his goals (like the end of the anime) so they don’t distract him because I love angst :3 I think his s/o would love him deeply but refuse to keep him from revenge yknow? :3

up to you how you’d like to do it or if you do it at all! Wishing you a lovely night or day <3 C:

to let you free

synopsis - you didn't want to distract him from the one thing that was so important to him, but you didn't know how much he cared for you

includes - kurapika

warnings - gn!reader, angst no comfort, fluff, strangers-friends-strangers?, wc - 605

a/n: hello! wishing you a lovely day or night too <3

↪you had met kurapika during the hunter exams, a very short, brief encounter which only lasted long enough to weasel out each others names. you both were more concerned for passing the actual exam than making acquaintances right now - they could always be made later.

↪you met him a second time after you both passed the hunter exams. this time, having recognised one another from the exam, you both had the time to be more friendly and have conversation, despite your quite nature. then you parted ways again.

↪the third time you met him he was accompanied by his companions. three coincidental meetings had led you both to believe that you would always cross paths like this and so kurapika offered you to join him and his friends as they may be able to help you in whatever your journey was for.

↪you would then come to learn of all the goals for his friends, each individual having a completely different reason. your interest piqued when kurapika finally told you his intentions for his journey - his motivation for revenge was rather admirable.

↪your understanding nature made kurapika subconsciously open up more to you in particular, he felt as if you actually listened and cared for his story and the tasks he set out for.

↪your analytical and intelligent side only attracted him more, you offered him opions and facts that made him think. made him evaluate his options more to receive the best outcome.

↪it would be no surprise that these opinions are what lead to his developing crush on you. however his dedication to seeking revenge put a halt to his attempts at getting closer to you - he wanted to achieve this first as then nothing would be able to stop him from pursuing a future as he would no longer dwell on the past.

↪no words were exchanged for this issue but you felt the same. you too had developed a crush but you didn't feel it was the right time for either of you. his revenge would keep him glued to the past, not yet ready to see out his future, and you had your own issues to fix.

↪this would be were you quietness and independence would come in handy. you were both young with goals on mind and the last thing you would want to do is stop him from his and so you made a conscious decision to leave undetected - his friends too busy with their problems to notice.

↪while you would deeply miss his companionship, you felt this was for the best. the day you decided to slip away you left his friend a note to relay to him as he was too busy with revenge to care what anyone else was doing and then you left to pursue your life.

↪kurapika would admit that his revenge became selfish toward the end. he was so dead set on doing it by himself and avenging his clan that he would realise how much that affected his friends and himself afterwards.

↪it took him a painfully long time to even realise you disappeared - it pained him that he didn't notice sooner. it was a short enough time that his friend remembered the note but long enough that they didn't even remember where the note was and your last message to kurapika was gone.

↪he knows the long lasting affects that hos abilities have placed on his body and he'd do anything to see you again. now, his only mission is to find you and confess.

[dottores]

my dad printed out my first draft for my book today at work and it’s crazyyyy actually seeing it all in a physical copy—605 pg/121k wc. i still have so much work to do with editing and cutting but i feel like i’ve come so far 🥹