#I love letter writing AUs I just don't get the chance to write them often

[apphiarothowrites]

Playing into Marco being a romantic let’s go with a different theme

A correspondence shall we say, anonymous of course between the revolutionary army and wbp.

The blue gentleman is odd exciting, he taunts and teases between paragraphs, punctuating with perfect prose. It’s stupid and silly and by god Marco is way too old to be keeping all these letter and rereading them like a love struck fool. Because he’s not, obviously. It’s just the prospect of matching wits with someone is.. exciting. The letters, the writing it’s all part of the game. Secrets and lies.

There’s no billowed shirt man, no fair maiden..

The letter ends,

Yours,

Blue.

Marco can feel his face heat up and he curses quietly. He is literally grasping at straws here, if you counts rolled up letters as straws. And yet in his minds eye a phantom smiles with a sharp grin.

Catch me if you can mr Holmes

(This is before ace arrives, whaddya whaddya you get where I’m going with this, kisses and all that. May you be given shelter from the hell of a 40 hr work week)

The news coo never has an address to take the letters to, but they somehow know anyway.

The letters that arrive for Dragon's chief of staff are all the same stationary and always sealed with an unmarked wax blob. The signature at the bottom is a bird claw without a name.

My Blue Gentleman, the letters always start-

As a child of the sea, roaming and rambling is in my blood. First and foremost, 'settling down' is as foreign to me as I'm sure it is to you given how many ports of origin your letters have found me with on their address labels. Your attitude can certainly make a man wonder, though, what it would take to have a home island.

But I suppose we must all have a place we started? I assume, as secretive as you are, you'll merely tease me with a hint or insinuation instead of telling me outright despite how much I'd wish you would. So, in the spirit of beginnings, I'll tell you of mine. I was born on an island in the calm belt that doesn't exist any more. I am told I was supposed to be a slave but I honestly barely remember much of my life from then, only that my first years of life were generally unremarkable. I remember watching the sea and a great thunderous event that made me think the world was ending, and then I remember meeting my father.

He isn't my father by blood, but he is my father in all ways that matter. He found me after the event that shook the island and took me with him when he left. He is my captain and the man who gave me the wings with which I soar today. He is the man I will follow to my death and to whom I owe everything. But aren't all fathers supposed to be that way? Supportive, inspiring saviors to guide you in life?

Do you have a father, Blue Gentleman? Do you have a beginning, a place you started?

Don't go thinking I haven't noticed you don't much refer to your past. Forgive me if I'm pushing too hard, too soon. For pushing at all. I can't help my curiosity, I see something shiny and exciting and I can't help myself wanting to peck at it until I know every turn and facet of it's existence. It makes me an excellent doctor and an excellent hand to my father on this ship. And I've always had a soft spot for the color blue. But I know it's invasive and discomforting to receive such treatment.

Yours,

\|/ | '

[echantedtoon]

Love Is Blind Ch1 To Which One Discovers The Other

Love might be blind but in it's blindness is a sense of compassion and care that is unbiased and true. Y/n has a chance encounter with a man that will change the course of her life forever.

(Important Note!!: Y/n can look however you want except for the pale hair for reasons later in this short story. I don't plan on this being as long as my other stories but I wanted to write for one of my absolute favorite Demon Slayer characters. Of course it's also an au so barely anything is cannon.)

Life had an interesting way of agreeing with fate and driving one to gain their destiny. 

You still remembered what your mother always told you all those years ago. 

"When a young man or woman reaches the age of sixteen, the gods bestow a gift on them."

"What kind of gift, Mama?" The young toddler could hardly contain her excitement as she stared sparkly eyed up to the older woman softly tucking her in with a gentle smile. "When someone turns sixteen years old, a name appears on their palms for one whole week. That name is the name of your soulmate. Your future husband or wife." Soft blankets were pulled over her body once again and gentle hands tucked her in. 

The little child's eyes went wide in fascination. "Is that how you and Papa met?"

Her mother nodded. "That's right. When I was just sixteen years old, his name appeared on my hands. We were neighbors so it was very easy to find one another."

"But...How do the gods know who to pick for your soulmate?"

"I'm not sure but I always heard that they listen to your wants and send you what you need in life. So think hard on who you want. The gods will hear your prayers and send you the best man they have for you." 

"Then I'm gonna think every day about what I want?! I'll get the handsomest husband ever second to Papa!"

The woman chuckled at the toddler's cute proclamation. "I'm sure you will. Get some sleep now. You can't think anything if you don't rest your mind "

From that fateful day forward, life went on as normally for you as the average girl. You grew up very beautifully. Many parents offered to set up arranged marriages between their sons or they would approach you themselves to ask you for your hand in marriage. You refused and so did your parents. Insisting on waiting until your sixteenth birthday to await the fated gift the gods would bestow upon you. You still remembered that birthday like it was yesterday. It happened in the middle of the night. You were fast asleep when you felt a burning sensation in your hands. It had caused you to wake up yelling in alarm startling your parents into waking up and running in to check on you. Your younger self had clutched your palms and was hissing in pain. It took your father forcibly prying your fists open as your mother held you crying. You'd never forget the two words etched upon your palms. The one that caused you pain that night and would stay there until they mysteriously vanished one night a week later.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki 

The words were so foreign but yet so .. exciting to you. Your parents were in awe but happy for you you all the same. This was it. The name of your future soulmate. You remembered spending countless hours of that one week staring at the words and letters on your hands. They were so mysterious and yet..you couldn't help but be excited at the same time. 

Kagaya Ubuyashiki

It sounded like a handsome name. A noble name. One of a handsome man. You thought about it often as the days turned to weeks. Weeks to months. Months to years. Even as the words faded. Even as you continued your work under the local herbalist and planned your future life. And you knew EXACTLY who you wanted. A tall handsome man. You didn't care what color his eyes were or how long his hair was. You just wanted someone appealing. You also wanted someone who was...bright, kind, and caring.

You once saw a couple arguing with one another loudly on the street. Apparently she had caught him with a mistress in their house. You never wanted that so you added responsible and fair to you among the list of traits. You also prayed every day that whoever he was would be willing to listen unlike the many other men you've ever seen around the town. But..life went on. Soon you forgot all about your soulmate and instead focused on your life and what you wanted to do. There wasn't many jobs for women, but you had found your calling. Despite working under an herbalist for many years, you had found your real calling amongst the garden of flowers. 

A florist. You wanted to be a florist. 

Your mother approved instantly although your father still had a few doubts, luckily he came around to the idea in time but still insisted on you studying herbalism for something to start out on. You were nearly done with your studies under the current herbalist in town anyways so you easily agreed. You grew into an adult now and You had you're entire life planned out for what you want to do. You wanted to travel for a year or two seeing the sights and the land before finding a place to settle down. From there you'd continue your herbology work and gradually save up enough money for your real dream. A BIG garden! You wanted a BIG garden filled with flowers! Wysteria. Hydrangea. Roses. Daises. It was going to be beautiful. You couldn't wait. It was going to be so perfect. 

Nothing could stop you from achieving your dream.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!

A knock on your door stopped you from helping your mother in the kitchen with lunch when the two of you stopped and looked over at the door.

"Now who could that be?," your mother asked curiously raising a brow.

"I don't know. Should I answer the door?"

"No. Come over here and finish washing these vegetables off for me. I'll see who it is." You nodded and silently took over at the sink picking up a potato as your mother stood. Her footfalls trailed after her as she walked over to the door and opened it only to blink as a man she's never seen stood there. "....Can I help you?"

"Is this the L/n residence?"

The older woman suspiciously narrowed her eyes, taking her time to wipe her hands off on the apron she wore before placing her hands on her hips. "I don't know." Her suspicious eyes looked him up and down. "Who is asking?" 

"I am a messenger from the Ubuyashiki estate." Your entire body froze. Eyes going wide as you turned to the doorway. What did he say?! "My Master has been searching for your daughter for a while now. I've come to bring her to the estate."

"Estate? What business does she have there?"

The man dared to look utterly confused. "To meet her future husband of course."

[corxoran]

Your lambros in the daycare au fill me with joy and whimsy Do you have any silly scenarios or just some fun lighthearted stuff of them? Or contrary any more stuff about their background??? I'm foaming at the mouth for more

I couldn't think of aaaanything to say but then I thought - hey, since it's holiday season, why not talk about how the boys did on holidays when they were living on the streets?

Before they became the property of old Ratchet, they obviously didn't really experience holidays like average kids. First of all, Sunstreaker doesn't like the holidays season. It became a little unlivable out on the streets when it got cold, and he likes his personal space. Course, when it got so cold out, he'd have to huddle with Sideswipe for warmth more often than not, and Sideswipe is one hell of a leech.

Sideswipe could never hate the holidays because even though he existed in a world that didn't get to experience holiday cheer, he always thought it was kind of infectious anyway. See, the difference between Sunny and Sides is that Sides is the type to want to survive to experience everything fun in the world, whereas Sunny is a lot more focused on just surviving at all.

Halloween was kind of nice because of the free candy, but Sunstreaker got tired fast of reminding Sideswipe they couldn't live off of candy. Sideswipe really, really wanted to just live off of candy lmao.

Thanksgiving was... idk, thanksgiving?? LMAO nothing really happens around that time. People are in their warm homes, enjoying turkey and the company of their families, while the streets are cold and the boys are alone as always.

Christmas is the worst, though. It snows, and the poor boys are outside shivering so bad they nearly come out of their skin. They don't get gifts, they don't write letters to Santa because neither of them are stupid enough to believe some stranger will go through that much work to do something nice for you (and they don't have paper or a pen?), and they nearly freeze to death.

But eventually, they begin to go to the daycare. So, when it starts to get cold, they can actually be inside for once. Of course, the daycare isn't open on holidays so the boys still spend their snowy Christmases outside until Ratchet figures them out. Sideswipe eventually convinces Sunstreaker that Ratchet coming into their life is a good thing, and after a little bit of a legal process, Ratchet becomes their guardian.

Having a legal guardian is good because it means you can eat three meals a day, even if that feels like a little too much for your stomach. It also means you can sit inside where it's warm when it snows, and you get the chance to realize that snow is very beautiful when you aren't shivering to death trudging through a foot of it. You don't have to steal things to survive, which also means you don't have to duck whenever that stupid cop comes prowling down the street on his patrol, and you don't have to worry about where to sleep either.

Ratchet doesn't tell them to write letters or bake cookies for Santa, because he knows they aren't the type to believe in that stuff. Instead, Ratchet hands them their gifts directly, and they eat the cookies that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker (mostly Sideswipe) make, which Sideswipe states very clearly and firmly are for no one but them because he doesn't want anyone but the people he loves to eat his baking. Santa's got millions of kids making him cookies anyway.

And Sunstreaker gets to stop worrying about their survival because that becomes Ratchet's job. Instead, he has to worry about going to school... which, in his opinion, isn't even that good of a trade off.

How's that??!!!!!

[hells-sirenqueen]

roleplayer name: Xixi

roleplayer pronouns: She/Her

muse name(s): @hells-sirenqueen:

Hazbin Lilith -Lilith Morningstar (og/ show canon) -Albedo as alt fc -Sinner Snake Queen Lilith ( Unholy Crusade verse) -Queen Lilith Aradat Demonica (Dark Lilith - Failed Cycle Lilith/ Vampire UC Verse) ------ @baphomet-slumber-queen Belphegor - fc Gaap (Umineko)

-Frequent side muse Bethany ( paralysis demon) - fc Demon form Catherine. --- @cannibalxroses Overlord Rosie (Hartfelt. Married in UC verse to @/radioiaci and has taken his last name.) ----- @fxiled-fxithful Angela Blanc/ Ash Landers -Versed in Black Butler / Obey Me! / Hellverse -Primary focus is the Unholy Crusade Event/Verse & Aus associated

--------- @forgottenxsoldier Marie Hellverse OC (Former) Exorcist Angel

preferred communication: Honestly? Discord. I jump from one blog to another frequently depending on the muse I am feeling. So discord is the way to go. If you would like my discord and we are mutuals, please feel free to ask for it.

experience: Oh boy. So far as writing online, I've been rping since 2012. Started on Facebook, then slowly moved onto here and then to Twitter and then discord. Lately I've been mostly on here and discord though.

preferred roleplay type: I'm a hopeless romantic. I mean, I draft poems and romantic shit all the time. There is a writing partner of mine, whom I have a server with. We leave each other IC poetry for our characters and honestly it gives me life. I actually wrote a fic with them this past summer with our characters leaving love letters for one another. It was super sweet. (It was for Lucian x Shauntal. You can find it here if you're interested in reading it. I wrote for Shauntal.) But I am usually found writing some sort of angst or flirty/romantic scene. I'm..not the best at fight scenes, but with the UC verse, I've had to step out of that comfort zone a lot. It can get OP and Godmodding very quickly. I honestly hate it. There are some exceptions though. Like, if I am actively talking to my writing partner about the fight and what would seem fair, I'm down with the fight. Overall though? I just really don't see much appeal to being aggressive in writing.

pet peeves & dealbreakers:Lack of communication between replies for threads. If there isn't an ideal goal or direction that a thread is meant to steer towards or enough ooc conversation to keep all parties involved for the thread, things can get messy or even cause a bit of a writer's block for other parties involved. I know I offer to change my replies often if it doesn't work out well for my partner, but I'm well aware that there are writers out there who won't. Just keeping an open mind and open line of communication out of character goes a long way. It irks me when I have to deal with those who aren't. Thankfully I haven't had to deal with that in this RPC, but I have had to deal with it before.

best time to write: Late in the evening. Usually around 9-11pm EST. I'm usually mobile but if I have a thread that is important enough to be concerned about, I will relocate to my laptop if needs be.

are you like your muse?: I'd like to think I see a little bit of myself in each of my muses.

I'm always prejudged without anyone getting a chance to know me like Lilith, I have a terrible love/hate relationship with sleep like Belphie and I can be snarky like Bethany. I do love to gossip like Rosie and I have a bestie I talk to every so often to share the tea with. ( Lookin' at you @alteregozowie) I can be a devout friend like Angela and at times, I tend to have a similar temper that Ash has. But most of the time I feel like Marie. A clueless person who has no idea what the hell is going on and feeling like an absolute airhead 85% of the time.

Tagged by : @hells-greatestdad

Tagging: @mages-pandoras-box, @radioiaci, @radi0activesmile, @primordialruin, @sirserpentine, and anyone else who wants to

[star-farer]

Method to this madness

At the risk of sounding like General Kenobi, Hello there! Christian, of course, if the verse doesn't scream as much. Keep things decent on here, s'il vous plait. Much appreciated! This is for the most part a writing blog, but you'll have to be mindful of the tags, because I'm chaotic that way and I like to pepper in all sorts of other things. Links of my peculiar tags under the cut.

lookalike series

~ Pins I found of the Bad Batch that mirror each other

Pinterest accounts I've taken them from:

Balagan

You’re Stuck With Me, Skyguy

Maulia

𓆩𓆪ℬ𝑎ԃɮ𝑎𝙩cʱ𓆩𓆪

AITR00PER

LlΛWRΛ

Blackstar

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭

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tbb fanfiction

~ What it says on the tin, fanfiction of Clone Force 99.

My preferred age order of Clone Force 99 is Echo, Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker and Tech. Most of my works deal with Omega being younger by age as well, but I do love Omega being canonically the eldest by age and youngest in development.

WARNING: Contains in-universe swearing (don't know if I've met anyone who's ever had a problem with it, but I'm still dropping it here, because I don't much approve of crude language otherwise)

Canon

Pieces that could fit in canon.

The following are certain AUs of mine:

(trust me when I say I've got my sleeves filled with knives—err, AUs, they're just not sharp—ah, refined enough yet for the world to see)

Ik'aad

Ik'aad : Mando'a for baby or a child under 3.

(not the most imaginative of names, but simplicity is what matters to me)

Inspiration: A Single Lock of Silver - hyperesthesias - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

In their late teens (around 9 to 10 standard years), Clone Force 99 discover a defective tubie in a med-bay slated for decommissioning. In their attempts to save her, they bond with her unexpectedly (who am I kidding, of course it's expected). It gets to the point where they adopt her (how surprising), often sneaking her away in between missions or training.

Lore:

Omega ages like a normal clone: Twice as fast as a human.

The Batch have been out in the field for at least a year.

Cody might have been introduced to her (Ba'vodu Kote!) but until I know enough about his character to write him comfortably, only the Batch will have known her.

They keep her a secret on Kamino, one that only the Kaminoans and the Batch know about.

When she is 2-going-3 (around 5 years old by development), she is taken away from the Batch, Nala Se revealing she has known about the Batch's connection with her since the day they met.

They meet once more in accordance with canon: In Tipoca City's halls.

Echo is more Ba'vodu than Buir here, since he meets Megs only after Order 66, as per canon. She was a painful subject among the Batchers, so they never broached the topic to him after he joined.

Imperial

Imperial : Relating to an Empire

Inspiration: The Abyss - Chapter 1 - alchemistsarego - Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

A Sub-AU (?) of Ik'aad. The story line is the same as Ik'aad.

Except for the final mission on Kaller. Here, Crosshair's chip convinces him to follow orders. He believes himself in the right, just like in the show. His chip's programming is intensified, and he betrays the Clone Force 99 and is subsequently left behind. He works willingly under the Empire.

It basically follows the original plotline of The Bad Batch to the letter, only with my own twist where Omega is raised by the Batch, making the separation that much more painful.

Lore:

Crosshair truly believes his brothers and daughter have a chance with the Empire, a chance where they will be safe and their future secure.

Crosshair's chip isn't removed until he's taken to Tantiss after Barton IV. He doesn't know this.

Graft

Graft : Combine or integrate with another

Inspiration: Lay His Soul To Rest - Chapter 1 - wwheeljack - Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

After a mission gone wrong on Kaller (not following canon), Hunter believes he’s lost his entire squad. He wakes up in Nala Se’s private lab to be told as much. Nala Se tells him the Republic has been reorganized into the Galactic Empire, and things are going to go steadily downhill from here on out for Kamino and the clones. She tells him to flee with Omega. Nala Se gives him all the essentials and a shuttle, and he flees to make a life on some Outer Rim planet, supporting himself and his daughter while he grieves over his loss.

Unbeknownst to him, his brothers are alive, but their chips have been modified to work perfectly. They’ve been told just about the same thing — that Hunter was killed in action, that Omega has been decommissioned. Crosshair picks up the role of Sergeant, and it’s all the sniper-turned-CO can do but fight to keep his now tiny family and squad alive and together (technically, Echo as ARC Corporal ought to be in charge, but I'm using the fact that he's not a Clone Commando to make Crosshair the Sergeant instead). They’re broken, but they’re together. Their grief outweighs the changing galaxy, even Echo barely cares for the sudden shift in loyalties (plus they reintegrate his chip).

Lore:

The Batch (including Echo) discover tubie Omega about a year or so before Order 66. When Hunter flees with her, she hasn’t even learned to speak yet.

Nala Se doesn’t tell Hunter about the inhibitor chips, or that she took his malfunctioning chip out when he was recovering.

I'm planning on including a lot of other clones, but I'm still not too familiar with the regs (read as a deeply affectionate nickname), so for now, I'll be steering clear of this AU. Just wanted to drop the link to the one work I've written in it.

DISCLAIMERS A. The names to these AUs more often than not bear no obvious resemblance to the AUs themselves (it's like an inside joke between me, myself and I sometimes). B. I'm horrifically fickle-minded and bad at committing to a particular idea. "Ik'aad" alone has a bunch of sub-AUs (is that the right term for diversions in an AU?). Things may change along the way, lore included, so bear with me, yeah?

[yenn-reads]

Monthly Series Appreciation

What's this about?

I want to share some of my most precious reading experiences with you.

I'm a total sucker for a good series to binge or wait excitedly for the next chapter to drop. And I would love to see you all interact more with those stories, with those incredible writers who put so much of their heart into their work. And especially series often don't get the attention they deserve. And I want to change this.

So here are three stories that I love very much. Give them a try, re-read them, shout out to the author, reblog it!

Every tiny bit of interaction keeps the fandom alive and this is what we all want. Right?

Second Chances

Syverson x OFC Eve (💕��🌩, status: completed)

I read this early after I found my way to tumblr and I was drawn into this world so fast. @notabronte gave us this lovely small town feeling where we can see Sy fitting in so well. It's the good old enemies to lovers trope, perfectly executed. I had to re-read earlier chapters after I learned a few things about our protagonists in the later chapters and it made me realize how good exactly this whole story was put together. You're going to fall in love with this town, with this car, with this girl and of course with Sy.

The heir

Modern AU Charles Brandon x female reader (💕🔥🌩, status: completed)

This one is special to me, too. First of all, I am such a huge fan of modern AU Charles. I just love the idea of it. And @daydreaming-in-letters is a master in building atmosphere in her stories and The Heir is not an exception. With the first scene she dragged me into that misty morning where we're about to meet His Snobbiness. And it only gets better after that.

Adaptions

Walter Marshall x OFC Jo (💕🔥🌩, status: completed)

This is my favorite Walter ever. He's just perfect. As is @mayloma's writing. She gives us wonderful characters, not only our two lovebirds but also the side characters that we meet. And so many sweet memories, it's heartwarming. Both Jo and Walt have a past and a life and joining them on their journey how to adapt to each other was a great experience.

[davepetea]

((just ranting abt writing fanfics you can ignore me lmao. I'm just in a weird place atm but I'm feeling kinda passionate abt writing rn so I'm gonna vent

originally I wrote a lil of this in the tags but then decided to just chuck it under a readmore so people aren't subjected to it against their will. then it got really long.

I'm not actually expecting anyone to read this im just sorta venting to myself. it helps me get my thoughts sorted if I write them down. I can also look back through my #.vat file tag in a few years from now and hopefully be like "wow I'm doing so much better than THAT now", so if that's the case, hi future Vatta! I hope you're having a good day. and if you're not future me, then I still hope you're having a good day, I love you, and this is your chance to turn back bc my rants are boring and LONG

(not turning back yet? ok. your funeral)

so, I haven't been online much bc I've just been in a weird limbo lately and I'm really busy when I'm at home either sorting stuff out or, with my PDA, doing anything I can to avoid my responsibilities lmao

I've been rereading my Tokyo ghoul light novels (I only have Void and Days ? I think they're called), rewatching Zankyou no Terror, and Bungou Stray Dogs (plus the live action Beast film which was? hilarious but I don't think it was supposed to be), and just suffering lmao

(you're still here? wow. you need a hobby. jk. ily)

I've been locked out of the systems at work for a bit, but I still need to be there and wait for the IT ticket to be sorted, so I've gotta be at my desk, cant have my phone or anything, so instead of sitting there doing nothing, I've either been reading, doing codeword puzzles, or I've been writing up 'drafts' for potential fanfics.

in this year of our sufferer 2024. I've been writing up some self indulgent homestuck college AU lmao. I've written over 60 sides of a5, (not inc the inbetween sections where I wrote some stuff on the chromebook at home) some notes, some accidental first draft, bc I wanted something to take up the time. but my handwriting is terrible, I don't write fast enough for my brain, I have a lil dyslexia so the letters and words get jumbled sometimes, and I have this weird thing where I don't do spaces right. but I've been trying to upload it to Google docs with Bixby's photo text extraction. it's pretty good considering how bad my writing is, then I just need to go through and touch it up, the main issues are things like names, there's some letters I do weird like my v turns into an r, or every p it thinks is a capital, but overall. amazing how technology do that.

(see my long ass rambling isn't just confined to venting. I also pretend to write actual things. you can still leave you know. I'm not holding you hostage until you read all this. you have free will)

can't remember how I ended up back in fanfic hell but I read back through like all my old published fics (aside from the cringe ones I orphaned) and the writing isn't terrible. I don't think I actually finished any of them though, which really shows my true nature lmao,,, but I've picked up a few things on my writing style now. and I've got a few things I see other people do that I wanna avoid bc I personally don't like it, and it's mostly about balance, like using names too often/not enough, being too descriptive like All The Time and making the writing really nice, but not much happens in the story so you take like an hour to read each scene, vs not enough description so everything is happening but you don't really get a visual or a breather to appreciate what's happened so far. I've been working on finding my right balance, which is imo easier if you're writing fanfic bc first up you hardly ever have to describe the characters. if someone's reading it they already know who they are. and for scenes you can take some inspo from the source material. does the original work put alot of effort into setting a cool scene? if not, then you don't have to either! if it's 90% scenery then you've gotta do it too I don't make the rules

I'm losing steam now I'm so sleepy and I've gotta go to work in a bit ugh.

(bet you're sleepy reading this too huh. told you it'd be boring)

I've been thinking about trying out writing some BSD fics but on an anonym not linked to my main Ao3, bc the themes are doozys and I kinda just wanna have the freedom of anonymity. also I'm a baby and if someone publicly criticises my stuff without it being a requested critique then it makes me bleh (I've had a few comments in the past of just general negatives, not even constructive feedback, not that I asked for any anyway...), but the abilities are tricky to write for, so it's effort lol

anyway I'm gonna stop now ive gotta get ready for work

(if you actually read this then thanks for going on this emotion deep dive with me. tune in next week when we'll get back to my usual mental breakdown)

[cadmusfly]

More Dragon Marshalate AU Stuff

Post 1 Post 2 Soult's ADCs snippet napoleonic marshalate dragons au chronological tag

Answering questions because I love the sound of my own typing and then some nattering about psychic dragons which get funky because you should never trust me with worldbuilding

i'll write dragon snippets for the other dragon marshals i just am easily baited into writing stuff based on what people say to me

@impetuous-impulse

If Desirée is a dragon, then her sister Julie and her niece, Honorine Anthoine de Saint-Joseph, would also be dragons. This would mean that Joseph Bonaparte and Marshal Suchet both married dragons.

Checks out! I think if we do turn a bunch of people into dragons but leave a bunch of people as human, and we don't want to break history too unbelievably in this era, we are probably going to have to treat dragon-marriage as equivalent to human marriage. But then some of the humans can also be simultaneously dragon married and human married probably.

Also, thinking of the Clary clan as some kind of urban dragon family is kind of funny.

i also love the idea of urban dragons, they'd have to be fairly small but yes

but also im going to babble a bit about psychic powers and how urban dragons miiiight work maybe

Other question: are the dragons ladies subject to similar constraints as human ladies in this era?

I want to say nope! Which probably raises more questions about the ladies that we've turned into dragons, but as I've written, dragons have no physical sex, any two dragons can make eggs, both dragons get sleepy and broody after having eggs.

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@josefavomjaaga

Also, now I wonder if maybe, this whole "shapeshifting into a human" thing is something that all/most dragons might be able to learn. […] Unless of course they want to be closer to their favourite humans… Okay, so admittedly I just want to see Soult getting desperate over trying to learn shapeshifting so he can be with Louise 😋.

The younger and smaller dragons can learn enough dexterity with their claws to flip the pages of a book, to manipulate a quill, to peruse their own correspondence privately. The larger ones boast more strength and fire, flying higher but not further, but their claws that can take down horses and monsters with a single slash lose the precision for such delicate affairs.

Perhaps that is why the dragon Soult, once called "Jean-de-Dieu" by his family, admires the paintings he is so well known for collecting. No dragon as he can craft such deft and delicate brush strokes.

It is in the presence of these paintings that he asks his ADCs to place the letters before him, so he may read with eyes as sharp as an eagle's sight. But he must ask them to turn the pages, and he must ask them to draft his replies, and ever since the dragon grew beyond the size of a horse he has been so very frustrated with this lack of privacy.

But he must do with what he can.

Today it is Saint-Chamans at his side, and Saint-Chamans can hardly hide his confusion as he reads the letter. "Your excellency, this is a children's tale- why are you asking after such things?"

The great maroon dragon lets out a huff of hot air. He is not interested either in fairy stories and children's games, but… There is a line of inquiry I am pursuing personally.

He does have his valet perform this job for him, often. He does not strictly need the ADCs to do this.

But the valet is friendly with Louise, and he cannot have her worry.

And if there is a chance that one day he may come up to her and embrace her as an equal, then he must pursue it.

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Thought process here:

Dragons in Pern are telepathic as in they communicate by speaking in your head -> to really differentiate this AU from Temeraire, we can focus more on Weird Magic but not to the extent that it's Extremely High Fantasy -> telepathy can be extrapolated to other things -> how do we get large dragons participating in city life????

So

Dragons here can telepathically communicate with people that they can see and that are in a small radius around them, equivalent to shouting at them

Dragons with their favourite people can extend that reach further and can communicate with them even without seeing them in that extended reach

Berthier Dragon is a weirdo who has managed to have a very large range with people he isn't connected to and can also multitask a little bit so he's. like a phone operator. yes this does change a bunch of things to have that instant feedback but I think both he and Napoleon are aware of the dangers of relying on a single tiny dragon

(obviously berthier dragon is. in love with madam visconti. and has a shrine to her.)

But what if dragons with their favourite people can not just pass on their communications but other senses

It may depend on the dragon? Some can send impressions of the emotions they feel, some can send sensory information, but also it might be fun if the human can send stuff back

this is a little funky but I am imagining that some dragon-human pairs can have this weird kind of consensual possession thing going on where the dragon "rides" along with the human's senses

So human cities are not really built for really large dragons - the edges of the city do have dragon and human accommodations, but only dragons horse sized and smaller can really go into the middle of the city

The "riding along" or weird possession thing is basically, large dragons who are too big to go into cities and ballrooms can "ride along" with their favourite people and experience things like extremely expensive balls

To prevent this from being used for spycraft too much, maybe the possessed person's eyes turn the colour of the dragon's

this is kinda creepy and weird but i think it can be romantic, and of course the possessed person can stop the possession at any time, the dragon doesn't actually have control over the human's actions and can only just experience sensory input and telepathically speak to them, so the human has to convey what the dragon's saying

[kookiecrumb]

hey ? i hope you are doing fine! actually i fell harder for your writings , are you probably accepting requests ? Too shy to express so as an anon . i wanna request u where jk and our mc are married already. and when doing it they are super duper romantic and lovey-dovey with so much sweet romantic talks . and some hard core? i'd love to read and scream in disbelieve if my fav author would accept this TT .

I LOVE YOU !! <8

Fav-- Favorite?! 😲😳 I love you too anonnie!! And...I wasn't accepting requests because of exams but I really do want to write this prompt...so I'm gonna do it.

Sorry if it's a bit long teehee!

JJK || Best Thing

warnings: smut (18+), loss of virginity (saving until marriage), breastplay, brief handjob, unprotected sex*(don't do this), sex with the intention to impregnate, dacryphilia, jungkook is big, needy jungkook, smol husband/wife kink

tags: childhood best friends to lovers, established relationship au, husband and wife, fluff and smut

There wasn't a time you remember without Jungkook.

Your moms were friends, so you often came over to each other's houses and played with one another until you'd get tired from running and collapse under the stars.

The both of you would go to huge parties together and laugh so hard you couldn't breathe while playing truth or dare.

His mom fed you breakfast in the mornings when you'd sleep over as a child, and then lunch when you had convinced your mom to let you stay "just until night time."

The both of you would burst out into a giggle fit underneath warm blankets with a flashlight and make shadow puppets and stories to go along with them. He'd even teach you new ones every once in a while.

Up until you were 9 or 10, the both of you were inseparable.

Then, one summer, Jungkook went on a vacation to see his family in Busan. You recall being bored out of your mind, sitting in front of the television just waiting for him to just come home already.

Your mom suggested that you write to him, so that's what you did.

Every letter in your 10-year-old handwriting, he kept. He stood at his grandparent's mailbox and checked it every hour even though his mom told him that the mail only comes at a certain time. He didn't care. He wanted to hear back from you again.

When he did receive your letters, he would fold them neatly and put them into a folder he labeled "from y/n."

At that point, his mom had caught on that Jungkook would have you in his life for a long time...and on the off chance that you ended up together, she wanted these precious documents to be preseved. Once the trip was over, she took the folder of your letters and stored it somewhere safe.

When Jungkook came back from Summer Vacation, however, he had gotten so much taller than you'd expected! It was intimidating. On top of that, he looked so much more grown up.

He made new friends in middle school who were much louder and funnier than you...

You felt left behind. It was unfair.

On weekdays, you never saw him anymore, and on weekends, he only came over sometimes. Those kids were putting ideas in his head that you didn't like at all.

They taught him that you were gross and that boys shouldn't hang out with girls. They taught him that boys were supposed to like different things than girls liked.

You always thought that was stupid. Jungkook never minded you painting his nails or putting hair chalk in his hair before those boys said anything. Sure, he'd pick blue every time but that's because it was his favorite color.

Middleschool changed him. So, you decided to do something about it.

Seventh grade rolled around and you were determined to know where your Jungkook went.

It wad the first adult conversation you ever had with him. "I miss you," you said. "We used to hang out all the time, and I don't know why we stopped."

That's when you noticed Jungkook's eyes shift downward. The look he gave you was really weird. It was almost like he was staring, but it was warm. His ears turned red and he kept covering his cheeks.

"Y/N, it's not that I don't like playing with you anymore, it's just...you're a lot prettier lately. You look like...you look nice," he struggled.

"Well, what does that have to do with anything? It's like you like me or something!" You teased.

You gasped. "That's it isn't it?! You have a friggin crush on me!"

"No. No! I don't, y/n! I don't like you!" Jungkook exclaimed, throwing a pillow at you in an act of defense.

"Pants. On. Fire." You challenged him.

"Well-- well..." he stammered. "Fine...I do like you...but if you tell the guys that I like a girl, you're dead!"

"Oh, I don't care about them. I just wanted to know why you were acting so weird," you informed.

Jungkook stretched out his hand to hold yours. It made his heart explode. Yep. That's how you knew you would be married.

It's been a decade since that incident.

At the wedding, his mom finally returned all the letters you sent to Jungkook that one summer as a gift. You couldn't stop the tears if you wanted to. Her gifts were lovely.

You remember your wedding very fondly. It was a massive celebration of the love you shared with Jungkook and everybody was excited that day. There were private moments and there were family moments, but at the end of the night, you both came home to your newly shared apartment and got intimate.

When Jungkook was a teenager he would always make up excuses to kiss you, whether it was "you have whipped cream on your lips!" or "your pouty face is too cute."

You would come over to study and catch up with him which eventually led to the both of you wildly making out on his bed...

It took an incredible amount of self control for him to pull himself from you and enforce the boundaries you had set for one another. "We shouldn't rush into this," he'd remind you.

You had both agreed to save yourselves for marriage. It only made him want to marry you quicker.

On your wedding night, however, you were completely exhausted and had absolutely no energy to even begin stripping the clothes off one another, so you decided to crash on the bed and have morning sex.

Oh, how you love smelling him.

You're not embarrassed about it. It's second nature to you to cling to him. One of your favorite thing to do is to hug him and inhale slowly and deeply on his chest. He caresses your head while you lay on him, adjusting your legs so that they wrap around his torso. You're not shy with the kind of touch you give him, very familiar and comfortable with his body.

He inhales slowly beneath you, his chest expanding so that you can feel the gentle thumping of his strong heart beat.

"You're my best friend, y/n," he speaks in hushed tones. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and from this moment on...I do believe in soulmates. Because I know you're mine." He kisses your forehead, pulling you up to his face carefully.

Jungkook catches your lips in a gentle kiss, like he had kissed you yesterday as his wife. He caresses your jaw with his thumb and index, his other hand snaking around your waist and caressing your side.

"I've spend my entire life...knowing you, exploring the most deep and personal sides of you. I know you like the back of my hand and now I want to explore your body," he hums into your ear. "I want you to see me."

"I want to see you, Jungkook," you reply, softly. A tangible heat grows between your legs at the thought of feeling him for the first time. Your curiosities will have been sated after so many years of craving his bare body. "I want to breathe you."

Jungkook presses a kiss to your cheek. "Finally," he groans. "Oh, I love you..." his eyes show it.

You sit up carefully and fixate on him. He leans backwards, giving you space. Your fingers dip into the fabric of your shirt and release your breasts.

Jungkook's brows furrow in arousal, his mouth slightly ajar at the sight of them. "God, you're stunning." He kneels forward and asks if he can touch them.

Your breathing stutters, and your mind is dizzy. The feeling overwhelms you. You don't want him to ever stop touching you.

"Please touch them, my husband..." you plea.

He does, and it's the most perfect touch in the world. It's amazing in every sense of the word. It's such a sensitive place for you, and to have the person you trust the most finally touch you like this is an act of worship.

"Hh~ah," a warbling moan floats from your lips.

Jungkook gasps. "That feels good," he informs, cautiously. "Can I keep going?"

"Yes, and please don't stop," you mewl, watching his strong, inked fingers delicately swirl on your tits, his palm cupping them securely.

He squeezes them, lightly. "How does that feel?" he asks, amazed at your reactions.

"Good," you smile, leaning into his touch. "Don't do it much harder, though..."

Jungkook retracts his hands and pulls his shirt over his body, flinging it toward a chair.

You've seen him without his shirt on before, when he'd invite you swimming out by the lake or at the beach, but the intention behind him stripping for you arouses you. He's doing this for you.

"Claim me however you want. I am yours to touch," he massages your hands briefly before placing them on his chest. "Y/N," he sings.

"Jungkook," you reply, kissing his lips sweetly.

The sun bloomed over the horizon like a flower, its raise peeking through the clouds and beaming through the curtains of your bedroom, filling the air with a benevolent energy.

You run your hands down his torso, every ridge of his body under your touch. Finally, you hover over the edge of his underwear.

"Don't stop there," he begs. "I've needed you for so long." There's a prominent, needy quiver in his voice that reminds you that this is his first time, too.

You're anxious. Thoughts flood your mind about whether or not you'll touch him right.

"No overthinking. I want your hands around it," he speaks against the crook of your neck. He sharply gasps as he spreads his thighs for you to access his cock.

He's overcome with excitement once you've wrapped your fingers around it. His body shakes before your touch and he kisses your collar in desperate encouragement.

"Jungkook..." you breathe, stroking him with care. He hisses in response, adjusting his hips so that you feel him better.

He feels heavy in your hand, girthy and beautiful. You wouldn't have ever imagined it feeling like this. The anticipation was building to an extent far beyond what you've felt before.

"Would you let me touch you like I've been dreaming about for so many years? Would you finally allow me to replace every one of your senses with my own feeling? I want you numb to anything else but me."

"I don't think you understand. I can't stand being away from you any longer. Even if our bodies are flush against each other's, even if I'm fucking you it's not enough, I need to make love to you."

You guide his hands down your body to where your swollen cunt is flooded with your thick arousal. His fingers curl to touch you, exploring your texture before finding your entrance.

"Aahh," you moan, causing Jungkook to glance up at your pretty face.

"You're so warm,," he smiles, pecking your lips. "Ohh, it's so good...they're like rose petals?"

You nod quietly, feeling your heart in your throat as you continue to feel him. He takes your thigh and drapes it over his own, pressing your hips against his.

Both your hands are between each other now, your bodies a mess of entangled limbs. You've woven yourself into him, and he's successfully become a single entity with you.

Your eyes squeeze shut at a wave of shuttering pleasure. Jungkook, having witnessed this, hushes you while holding your face. He presses his lips to yours and leans forward, deepening the kiss.

He pulls your body on to his and carefully removes your hand from his hard cock. Instead, he pinions your thighs open for him and grinds his length on your pussy.

"Ah~!" you hiss, holding on to him tightly.

"I've never done this before either," he reminds you. "I'll be so careful with you..." Jungkook caresses your back with his thumb as he grinds languidly against you.

It's such a wonderfully strange feeling. You're burning up all over and incredibly flustered, yet you feel unashamed at the same time and increasingly desperate for an orgasm at the mercy of your husband's cock. It's incredible.

Your combined scents gradually fill the room as it humidifies. The soft and sticky textures of your skin combine to create an intimacy and sensuality you had never felt before.

Jungkook releases your upper body on to the mattress and teases the crown of his cock on your cunt. For the very first time, you're able to get a view of his dick.

His girth alarms you. You wonder if you can even accomodate for him. You're sure you're dripping on the mattress below you at this point from how much you're producing for him.

His cock glistens with your nectar. He's ready to fuck his baby into you.

You anticipate him, clutching the sheets in weak fists while breathing out slowly. You smile reassuringly at Jungkook, who is teasing the head of his cock at your cunt.

He pushes in languidly, gliding without any obstruction. Your eyes flutter back in insatiable need. Jungkook's dick stretches you beautifully, prompting a remarkable groan from him.

Tears threaten his eyes at this point as he climbs to your face to caress you. You place your thumb beneath his eye and tug gently to allow the droplets to roll down his face. He presses his forehead to yours and bucks up into you.

"It's perfect," he breathes, overcome with euphoric bliss. "Your pussy..."

He rolls his hips into your cunt, fixated on your touch. You let out a soft whimper with each thrust.

He sucks harshly at your neck, marking you as his and his only as he paints using his lips and tongue. Jungkook's hands grab your thighs and kneads them hard, a clumsy warning of his impending orgasm.

Every part of his body screams "I love you."

"Fuck-- fuck,," you whine as your entire body shakes beneath his loving touch.

With no obstruction, you convulse wildly around Jungkook's cock, coating it in your nectar. His thrusts relent, his stammering hips halting before he cums inside of you.

Afterwards, you praise and kiss each other, playfully touching and teasing each other's bodies as you enjoy each other's naked presence. You're like kids again, trampling over one another trying to capture one another in each other's arms on the bed.

Eventually, Jungkook does gain dominance over you. He holds you to his chest, and now, he has never been sure of anything more in his life: that he will never let you go.

tags: @sxtaep

[bellafragolina]

I have an idea that won't leave my mind and I'm curious what headcanons you'd have (Please ignore if you don't like the theme/subject!)

You know those soulmates kinda AUs? And the twins (separate or poly), simply HATE the person. They could be like a reformed ex-convict that used to steal pokemon or something else that the twins would be more or less justified to hate them over it, even if they haven't really met before. Maybe Ingo would be firm with them that they're not welcome, soulmates or not. Inside though, he's just sad that his soulmate is that Emmet would be more openly cold and intimidating. He doesn't want to be with someone who did terrible things to pokemon, reformed or not.

Yes I love angst. Yes I'm torturing my mind over these ideas. Yes I need sleep lol thankies!

that's so sad!! :(( goodness i might tear up writing these

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Ingo and Emmet were so excited to meet you, to know you. They both dreamed of meeting their soulmates, and only grew even more excited to realize that you were the same person for them both. They often discussed the dates they would take you on, the dreams they had of your future together.

To say they were crushed to learn who exactly you were, or who you used to be, is an understatement. Emmet bluntly sent you away as Ingo remained silent, heartbroken over this new discovery. You used to steal Pokémon from trainers with the Plasma Team, and release them into the wild, scarred from their sudden detachment from their trainers. You're reformed now, or so you said before you left, but. . . that doesn't change the fact that you used to be a convict.

Ingo cries over this discovery. He knows that you'll never be able to be their partner proper. They can't be sure you're trustworthy, truly reformed. So all of his dreams of a life together are dashed, shattered into pieces that cut deep into his heart. He's so subdued around you, not wanting to even look at you, see the future he could've had if you had made different choices

Emmet is angrier than his brother. He's mad that you stole away their future of happiness, stole away his and his brother's soulmate. He's very cold and sharp with you, not wanting to associate with you at all. He keeps his smile, but it's not kind.

As time passes, they start to relax. You've not done anything to impose on them as their soulmate, nor have you told anyone, any media outlets to try and get back at them for rejecting you and ignoring your existence. You stay quiet, hidden away, like you don't exist, and it's catching Ingo's notice the longer it goes on

He wants to give you a chance, and despite his harsh words on the subject, Emmet does too. But you're a convict, and the media would tear the three of you to pieces over such a thing. So the best they can do is send a letter, formal and to the point, explaining all of this. You don't send one back, leaving them wondering. . . just who it was that stole their futures away

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there's many routes to go down with these two, so i chose the one with the most sadness. reformed reader, but there's too much in the way to even attempt much of a relationship, isn't there?

hope you enjoyed, love! have a good day!!

~Renee

[lexxiie]

Hi.

It's me again. Thank you for the hero!Touya x reader fic. It was lovely. I have another request if you don't mind. Strap in cause this might take a while.

So, I read a post the other day explaining how Aizawa expelled over 1000(?) students. Someone did the math and concluded that for that for that to happen, he would have to have started teaching at 21 years old. That happens to coincide with the time Hawks started at UA. So assuming Hawks, Dabi and Shigaraki are the same age, here is my request.

Hawks and hero! Touya and Tenko in Aizawa's class, being the most chaotic (and traumatized) trio at UA and and annoying the hell out of him, because they remind him to much of himself, Present Mic and Oboro. (Touya still dyes his hair black cause he's angsty like that). Aizawa ends up becoming their older brother/father figure after he finds out about their traumatic lives. (Found family)

Bonus points if Hawks isn't an Endeavor fanboy anymore after he learns about what happens to Touya.

Really sorry for the long request. Hope you don't mind. You don't have to write it if it too much to handle.

Have a lovely day 💚

P.S. Please don't feel pressured to write this.

Omggg this is definitely an interesting concept. The thing is that Shigaraki is 20, Dabi is 24 and Hawks is 22, which means that we are gonna have to find a middle ground. Let's pretend that they are all Hawks' age. Also, Hawks wasn't a UA student since he was directly trained by the hero comission. We'll pretend that the comission did send him to the UA as well.

Fandom: Boku no hero academia

Featuring: Touya Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Tenko Shimura.

UA Student!Tenko, Touya and Keigo AU

I feel like it's important to state that these 3 did not became friends instantly.

Let's start by getting into the details on how they ended up in the UA first, shall we?

Tenko Shimura. Needless to say that he was a recommended student because of his very well known grandma.

His father does not talk to him at all and he lives with his sister in a modest apartment that is secretly being rented by their mother who also happens to visit them often without her husband's knowledge.

Since he didn't have to do the admission exam, no one knew him until the very first day of school.

His sister gave up her dream of being a hero ages ago, but she still doesn't want to live in her father's house for obvious reasons.

Tenko is the strongest student in his class.

Touya Todoroki. Another guy who was admitted because he had a recommendation letter, obviously.

Number two hero's son.

He would be incredibly strong if it wasn't for the fact that he can't fight for long because he literally roasts himself. His hero suit is supposed to help with that.

Let's be real. Touya here does not care about keeping the country safe. He just wants to be better than Endeavor to humilliate him.

I'm I the only one who believes that he has an ice quirk? Like, in canon? But Hirokoshi is keepig it a secret from us?

Anyways, he's super mean and no one likes him very much. He has a god complex and never misses a chance to say that he belongs in a different upper world than the rest of his classmates.

Second strongest in his class.

Keigo Takami. The son of a criminal; not great for someone who wants to become a hero. This means that no matter how hard the hero comission tried to get him in the UA with a recommendation letter, he still had to do the exam. Which he passed with flying colors, by the way.

His charisma makes him very popular at school. As well as his looks.

Third strongest student in his class.

So what do we have here so far?

A rich kid who was disinherited by his father because his desire to help others was strong enough to break his relationship with him and who also happens to avoid people because of his unstable quirk, another rich kid who has little to no heroic spirit because it's being clouded by his hatred towards his abusive dad, and a guy who didn't get half of the priviledges that the previous two had (which is bad considering their lives suck too) and who has no one to rely on.

Let's sum it up:

A loner who doesn't like people, a selfish kid who thinks that no one is at his level, and a loner who would actually like to stop being a loner.

They don't have anything in common besides the fact that they all resent their parents.

The first weeks of school were a disaster.

Tenko isolated himself from anyone at first, so when the moment where he had to make a quirk demostration came around, Touya already hated him.

How was he supposed to beat endeavor when this guy was out there literally pulverizing everything? Wasn't he supposed to do that?

Pretty much Deku and Bakugo.

At first.

Shouta can't help but notice that these three have a bright future ahead of them. Their quirks are very powerful and they may lack many things, but ambition isn't one of them. They definitely picked his interest from the very first day.

However, they still have to work on many things.

So he figures that pushing them together would be a good idea.

He started forcing them to team up for different activities, as well as teaming them up with other students, so that they had to fight against each other.

But this wasn't going very well.

There was one particular practice where Touya ended up attacking Tenko in a not so pacific way, which led to Tenko decaying his suit and Keigo's wings reducing to none after he tried to use them to separate both of them and ended up either pulverized or burned.

So Shouta decided that he had had enough. These brats weren't gonna improve if they kept jumping at each others' throats like this.

He forced them to go to school on weekends to train.

The first few weeks were a massacre.

But then they started tolerating each other.

Tenko had decided that he had lost too much hair to Touya's flames, while the latter was tired of buying new clothes everyday. Keigo was just being Keigo.

Speaking of him, this dude really admires both of his classmates. Does he think they are nuts? Yes. Does he think they are cool despite that? YES.

He lowkey likes them. They seem to be nice people... Sometimes. He likes their sense of conviction.

I feel like he subconsciously wants to have friends, which would eventually lead to him pulling the three of them together. Pretty much like Oboro did.

Their extra sessions with Aizawa forced them to get to know each other.

And Aizawa got to know them.

By the time they started their second year, they were still caothic.

But they were caothic together.

Touya still pretends he doesn't know them when someone asks but it's okay.

He acts as if he hated Tenko but he literally burned Kotaro's car to ashes.

He says he did it because he can't stand people who see their children as objects that they can dispose of, though. Liar.

Not gonna lie, Hawks cried when he learnt what type of father Endeavor was. No, he did not cry because he felt bad for Touya; he cried because of his childhood hero being a jerk.

Shouta must admit that those kids have had a place in his heart for a while now.

He realized it when he heard Keigo suggesting that they should open a hero agency together; he didn't understand why he was so attached to those kids. He thought it was because they were talented, but he could see it now. They reminded him of himself during his time as a student, of his own friends.

They were the weirdest combination ever but it somehow worked out.

The three of them adore their teacher. Specially Tenko.

Aizawa is just too cool, y'know? He wants to be like him.

He has a special place in his heart for Tenko as well; his selfless desire to help others reminds him of Oboro's.

He knows the family situation of each student and he really feels for some of them.

He cried when they graduated, and they cried too.

Touya will never admit it, though. "I crY wHeN I gEt eXcItEd, iT's aN iNVoLunTarY reSpOnse."

As the years go on and they become pro heroes, they still go to their high school teacher to ask him for advice.

Any of them would rather having Shouta at their wedding than having their own dads.

They are very grateful for him, and how he helped them grow as individuals and not just as heroes.

And Shouta will be forever grateful for having the honour of watching them grow up and be what he once dreamed of being.

[cheerstotheelites-if]

how would the ROs react to the ✨perfection✨ that MC is in cofeeshop AU? (e.g. would they ask for an insta? would they run away flustered?)

I was hoping someone would ask this one day ngl 😂😂

No specification of whose position is whose though, so the positions of 'barista' and 'favorite customer' will switch between RO's.

Weylyn: Being a barista part time, he often see you come in and out the cafe he works at. It came to the point that he already memorized your coffee order beat by beat by how frequent you come. He always strikes a small conversation with you whenever he's the one serving them. You grew on him quickly, earning the favorite customer position. He'll smile whenever you come into the cafe, and gush over you from a distance. A man in love is what he has become, though never really acted on it. So it's a surprise one day when you find a small message on your cup: it's his phone number and a few words.

"I'd like to get to know you more if that's alright with you."

Fleur: It's rare for Fleur to come into the cafe, but when she does it's always on a Saturday. Often times you'll see her come in late in the afternoon with a haggard look in her eyes. She'll order the same thing every time: a latte with five shots of espresso and macaroons. Besides the concerning amount of espresso, her talking to you is just as rare as her coming in even when you strike a conversation. She does give good tips though and often times small messages left behind on a piece of paper. They're like letters telling you about her day and thanking you for your services. During collecting her latest tip for you, you find a sticky note attached to one of the paper bills.

"It's odd that I find you interesting. Care to go out with me nextweek?"

Zephyrine: A cheery barista that every customer loves, not shy from being a ball of sunshine to those around her. Though she seems happier whenever you're around and willingly starts up a small conversation with you. She'll suggest you some new drinks you might like, and often times give you an extra pastry for free. It's clear that you're her favorite customer just by how she treats you. Though you've been noticing her cheeks redden a bit everytime she's with you. So you come in one day, and Zeph serves you at the cashier. When your done ordering and waiting for your receipt and change…

"Hey, MC—I don't know how to say this—but do you want to go out on a date with me…? If that's okay…? I, uh, kind of like you… romantically."

Eliseo: The customer you hated at first, until he became your favorite. Surprisingly. You don't know what it is, is it because of his flirts? His charm? His way with words? His smirk? The suave? Well, whatever it is, you couldn't help but flirt back at this man as he orders an espresso. He does tip generously… more than he should, and always coming over to you to give it. It isn't a surprise when he approaches you to give you the usual tip, but instead it's a folded up piece of paper. He lives quickly after giving it, not giving you a chance to ask. Inside is your tip taped to it and his phone number.

"Go out with me?"

Cooper: Ah, this man. You've served him a latte, witness him pour a whole can of energy drink into it, and down it like a mad man with no care in the world. You instantly know that he's going to be your favorite customer, and you were right. Cooper comes in everyday with little trinkets in his pockets, some he got for you. He's a talkative guy, grinning whenever he's around you. Recently there's been a glint in his eyes that you can't quite tell yet, but you've understood what it is when he comes in one day and gifts you a heart pin.

"For you, MC! Found it on my way here, and I thought 'hey, I can use this to say that I like you!'. So that's what I did."

Ophelia: You always see Ophelia come in on Tuesday nights, order a choco frappe and sit by the bar table that faces the window and write down on her journal. The tip of her ears would always redden whenever you take her order, and she'll often avoid eye contact with you. Despite the meekness, she is a kind girl that's comfortable in having a conversation with you. Her eyes would light up whenever you're around, and her small smiles would grew just a bit. You didn't expect though, that she would confess to you right before you were leaving for your shift.

"H-hey, MC, I'm so sorry if this comes off as surprise, but… I like you. As in like like you, and I was hoping that maybe you want to go out with me…?"

[phrynewrites]

ok so i couldn't find the list so i'm just sending random emojis and giving you free reign lol.

blind date jasco-🦁🌊🎡

love letter au- 💵🐶🪴

any pillby-🌺🍕🤿

Babes I love the random emojis lets get at it!!

Blind Date AU Jasco:

🦁: Jasmine loves dressing up her kittens, which of course extends to Tobi and Tito when Bosco gets them. At first Bosco keeps telling Jasmine to "leave their children alone" and "stop practicing for your costume class on them," but seeing Tito in a little lion costume is actually quite cute, so they'll allow it.

🌊: The blind date au annual beach trip pre-jasco for sure involved Jasmine making fun of how bad Bosco got burnt laying out on the beach all day. She's constantly poking their arm, poking their face, poking their leg, and Bosco, achy from the sun just snaps and says that they're not interested in Jasmine touching them unless it's to give them aloe gel or a slap on the ass.

🎡: When all their friends go to the fair, Jasmine makes a stray comment that "lugging around one of those huge prizes would be such a nightmare," so of course Bosco decides to be a menace and win Jasmine a huge monkey. And then a unicorn. And then a kitty. And then a banana in a hat. And then a goldfish. And then a blow up alien. Bosco's laughing at all these things Jasmine has to carry, but their friends are just standing there, splitting a funnel cake like "so they don't think they look like girlfriends right now, huh..."

Love Letter AU Jasco:

💵: After reading about how cheap Jasmine's ex-girlfriend was, how she wouldn't take Jasmine out on any nice dates, how Jasmine just wanted the chance to dress up for a nice dinner, Bosco takes it upon themself to take Jasmine out on a nice date-not-date, under the guise that they "really wanted to try this restaurant but didn't have anyone to go with."

🐶: Bosco thought of themself as a dog person before spending some time with Jasmine in her apartment after work and on weekends, looking at Jasmine's writing, popping in to borrow a book from Jasmine's little library, or pick her up for a *date-not-date.* Spending those little moments with Aveyah and Theo made Bosco change their tune, to the point where they tell Jasmine they're thinking of getting some cats too.

🪴: Bosco buys Jasmine a little desk plant for the reception desk. However, Jasmine isn't really good at taking care of plants, so it died pretty quickly. So Bosco got her another one and secretly watered it when Jasmine left for the day so she wouldn't get sad about killing another plant.

Love Letter AU Pillby:

🌺: Even though Willow's published at least ten books at this point, and each one is a success, every time Willow finishes a manuscript, Kerri's there with flowers, congratulating them on a job well done and assuring it's even better than the last.

🍕: Willow has once seen Kerri eat a piece of pizza with a knife and fork because she didn't want to get her freshly done nails greasy. The mockery has never ceased.

🤿 : Because Kerri's the agent and girlfriend of the most prolific and profitable writer within the publishing house, she's often taken on fancy trips and long vacations. It's not uncommon for her office to be locked and unoccupied for weeks at a time while she's consistently updating her feed with pictures of her and Willow on white sand beaches.

[a-libra-writes]

oh my, congrats on your 800 followers, libra!! you totally deserve them! i hope (and i'm sure) you'll get many more! 👌👌💞

so, hey, now that your requests are open... could you write something, with the emoji prompt, for Stannis (💓 / 🔍), please? there seems to be a fever for stannis lately(?); and apparently i'm a simp for stannis now sooo...

i don't wanna repeat characters, much less bore you with my requests, because i really enjoy your writings... but yeah, i can't resist(??). your stannis is, well, *chef's kiss*. so, uh... have a nice day (or night)! and take care, pana. 👉👈😔

stannis as mr. darcy in a pride&prejudice AU???? with an awkwardly sweet confession at the end???

never worry about repeating characters yall esp when it's my man. & thank you for the kind words 💞💞

also i cant BELIEVE youre dumping that AU in wittle words like im not a giant austen nerd oh my godd.... regency era stannis..... be still my heart........... ........... wAIT ITS ALMOST MIDNGIHT AND IM HALF ASLEEP BUT DOES THIS MEAN I GET TO WRITE IN A REGENCY AU???????

💓 How do they act when they realize they’re in love/have a crush?

It takes Stannis a painfully long time to come to a realization about this. When the idea of marrying you begins to wiggle into his head, it's because the match is 'beneficial to both parties', not because he's been attending balls, outings and teas just to see you. That when you aren't there, his mood quickly drops and he tries to find an excuse to leave. That before you came into his life at all, he was rather infamous for completely avoiding them.

Even if you both really weren't a good match because of certain factors - your family connections, a lacking dowry, his own older brother's scandals - Stannis gives himself excuses reasons for why it would work out logically. Because these feelings are simply logical. Yes.

After all the times you've singled each other out during social events, all the glances across dinner tables, the handful of letters you both agonized over and nervous dances where you probably stood too close and danced for a little too long ... The moment that hits him like a hammer comes unexpectedly.

Stannis is quite hopeless after that. He might try to avoid seeing you - make excuses and try to avoid social engagements even more than usual, but you've caught on. You were sure of your feelings far longer than him, after all, and now you're sick of all the waiting and uncertainty. If he doesn't make a proposal, then you'll take matters into your own hands.

🔍Do they ask for advice or just deal with their crush on their own?

There's only one man Stannis has consistently respected and sought the opinion of, and it's someone a man of his station isn't meant to find comradery with. Davos Seaworth is a man in the navy, brought to a higher station than his birth suggested after saving the life of a younger Mr. Stannis Baratheon while at sea. They don't visit often, but when they do, more often than not Davos is listened to the shit Stannis' brothers put him through.

The business with Robert was bad, and Davos had to help wash some of that scandal away. When Stannis was distracted and agitated during this visit, Davos assumed his brothers did something again.

... Then he started to go on about some young lady from a modest family in the Stormlands ...? Davos had good instinct, but he didn't expect that.

He realized this was the young woman he'd heard a few rumors about. Davos was amused to hear about Stannis attending so many social events he surely hated, and now it made sense. He listened with a slight smile as Stannis tried to explain his logical reasons for proposing to you. Almost as if... he needed reassurance?

"She isn't like to refuse you," Davos replied, not betraying how entertaining this all was. "You have much to offer her, an' it gives security to her family. She doesn't have other offers from other gentlemen, so it's a clear choice."

Stannis frowned instantly. Davos paused, then added, "Unless you were hoping she'll accept because of a different reason?"

His friend huffed and turned in his chair. Davos just shook his head and told him to get on with it.

Stannis overthought the proposal until he had an aching head and a sore jaw. For a man who rarely doubted, there was so much doubt consuming him. He was so sure his feelings weren't requited, but there was a chance you'd say yes anyway. He told himself he'd be alright with that. Just having you at his estate, living beside him, would be enough.

That sentiment went out the window when he called on you. Your siblings and mother were not-so-subtly making eyes at you as they left the room, giving the both of you privacy. You'd seen Stannis anxious and upset, but not this badly. He was wound so tight you'd thought he'd start trembling.

It was some moments of awkward silence, then him attempting his pitch - those blue eyes trying to look anywhere but at you - and it was more... business than romantic. When you walked over to his side of the room, sat beside him and took his hand, he flinched like your touch burned him.

"I accept," You say, noting how his fingers curl around your's quickly, even when he's still having trouble looking at your eyes. "But I accept not because of what you could give me, but what you already have."

You just smiled at his confusion and reassured him again that you accepted the proposal.

[evienyx]

I was looking back through some of Muffin's older posts in the Hama Adopts Zuko AU (which has always been my fav), and I found your 'Mother' drabble thing, and I wanted to know if you could maybe write a little bit more in that AU? Like, it doesn't even need to be accurate, you don't even have to do it, it'd just... be amazing if you did. Thanks!

Ahhh ok I haven’t checked up on the Mother Hama AU (by @muffinlance) in a while, but I guess we can go for it. Be warned, though: I will be taking a lot of liberties. It’s very hard for me to just WRITE in someone else’s AU. 

All right, this is going from this addition to the AU.

- - -

Zuko didn’t remember the names of the travelers anymore. Especially the ones that went down into the caves. It hurt less that way.

Still, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to erase the first ones from his mind. 

Their names were Nen and Rai, newly-married husband and wife. Zuko was pretty sure that Rai meant ‘trust’ in some old language. That really made the whole thing, better, didn’t it?

Zuko remembered the day vividly.

He wasn’t sure how long ago it was, but he had been shorter. He had looked out the window one evening and watched, his heart pounding, as Mother Hama guided the two back, her hands crossed in front of her, her skirt swaying, and her smile serene, as if nothing was wrong with the world.

Zuko knew that was a lie, but these two travelers didn’t.

He was sweating when he fell asleep that night.

The next morning, he was awake at the crack of dawn. The travelers must not be firebenders, or they were really tired, because they kept sleeping. 

Mother Hama was awake, of course.

She eyed him when he walked in that morning before smiling and asking him kindly to set the table for two extra. He took out three plates. 

“No, no, my Little Fire,” she said, her smile unwavering. “Four plates. Two for our guests, one for me, one for you.”

Zuko hesitated before pulling out a fourth plate.

He set the table quickly. He was filling the water jug when footsteps came from the floor above, and then from the creaky stairs. The travelers strolled in, hand-in-hand, looking very well rested and very in love.

“I never caught your names, dearies,” Mother Hama said as the three of them sat down and Zuko finished filling the water jug before moving toward the table.

“I’m Rai, and this is my husband Nen,” the woman said, her fingers still intertwined with the other’s. 

“We’re technically on our honeymoon,” the man, Nen, put in, smiling softly as he stared at his wife. “We wanted to see the whole Fire Nation before we settled down to start a family.”

Hama smiled and engaged them in pleasant conversation as Zuko circled the table to fill the water cups.

“And who is this fine young man?”

Zuko didn’t realize they were talking to him for a moment until his eyes accidentally met Nen’s.

He couldn’t answer. His tongue was heavy and his throat was clogged, and then Mother Hama was speaking.

“That’s just my young son,” she replied, her chapped lips pulling out into a smile that would have looked fond to anyone but him. “He doesn’t talk much, I’m afraid. Shy, the poor dear, and often too sick.”

“Is he all right?” Rai asked, and the concern lacing her words was something he hadn’t heard in a long while.

Hama waved her hand. “He’s perfectly fine. A bit strange, I’ll admit, but he couldn’t hurt a fly. A wonderful help around here in my age, as well. He’s a lovely boy, he just... won’t talk to a single person. He’ll barely say a word to me.” She sighed, and it might have sounded sad and defeated to someone else. “It hurts, but I love him more than anything. I wouldn’t trade him for anything.”

That was true, though probably not for the reasons these travelers thought.

Rai turned and looked up at him, her sparkling eyes meeting his as she placed a soft hand on top of his own. “Your mother is very lucky to have you.”

Zuko’s eyes were wide, and he nodded, finished filling the cups, and hustled off to put the jug down and avoid the conversation.

After breakfast, Mother Hama sighed and stood up, announcing that she was going to the marketplace.

“I’ll just be grabbing some things for dinner.”

Rai and Nen both jumped to accompany her. Zuko wished he could learn how she enamored herself to people so easily.

He finished his chores quickly while they gone. He spent the hours until they returned, after he was done, curled up in the corner in his room. He wasn’t sure if he was shaking or not. He wasn’t cold. It was summer.

That night, when Mother Hama was cooking dinner, Rai and Nen were inside their room, organizing their things and talking, and Zuko peeked inside. 

Nen was the one who noticed him, and he gestured the teenager inside with a warm smile.

“Hey, kid,” Nen said, his eyes crinkling in the way that only new love could bring. “What’s up?”

This was his chance. It was the full moon. If it hadn’t been, maybe he wouldn’t have bothered, but it was a full moon. He knew what that meant, regardless of how daft Mother Hama thought he was.

Zuko wet his lips and glanced at the two travelers, who were now looking at him with slight concern.

“Are you all right?” Rai asked, stepping toward him and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Need me to get your mother or-”

Zuko cut her off by kicking the door closed behind him and grabbing the woman by the shoulders. She let out a strangled gasp and her husband took a small step toward the two of them, but Zuko spoke before either of them could say anything.

“You need to get out of here. Now. Before night. The... Mother Hama, she... she’s like a witch, she has this... this power, where she controls you and you can’t do anything and then she takes you. She takes everyone, you need to leave or she’ll take you too. She does it on the full moon, and that’s tonight. You need to go now. While she’s cooking. Say you’re going out and run. Please.” He realized he was crying now, his knuckles white as he gripped Rai’s shirt. “Please, you need to go. Please, please, oh, Agni, please go.”

There were reassurances murmured to him as he fell to the ground, trembling, desperately trying to stop the tears coming down his cheeks.

He heard murmurs of reassurances above him. A hand rubbing circles on his back. Then, Mother Hama’s voice came up the stairs, calling the three of them for dinner.

“We’ll go to dinner, and then we’ll go to the authorities, all right? We’ll come back for you, and they’ll arrest her, and you can... you can come with us, all right? We’ll cut our honeymoon short and bring you back to our hometown. You’ll be safe, I promise,” Rai was saying. Then, with set faces, she and Nen set out to eat. Zuko gathered his bearings and followed a few minutes later.

Rai and Nen went out under the pretense of sending a letter to their family before the post office closed for the night. Hama gave them a smile, and one to Zuko as he washed the dishes, before she disappeared into her room. She didn’t come out. Zuko finished the dishes and went up to his room for the last time. He put his head down and fell asleep without even meaning to.

When he woke up the next morning, bright and early, he heard a commotion downstairs. Mother Hama was yelling. For the first time in a long time, a smile lit up his features.

He ran through the hallways and down the steps two-at-a-time, desperate to watch as Mother Hama was taken away forever-

Before he rounded the corner and saw her cursing loudly, clutching her foot, a pot sitting overturned a few feet away.

“Oh, Tui and La, you stupid pot, just... just slipping out of my fingers.”

The smile fell from Zuko’s lips as if it had never existed in the first place.

Hama looked up, saw Zuko, and the scowl faded from her features the same way his smile had faded from his own.

“Good morning, Little Fire,” she said, smiling softly at him. She pat his head. “Our guests left early this morning. They asked me to thank you, though, for helping them.”

His chest was hollow. 

He did his chores that day.

He cleaned the guest room.

Rai and Nen’s things were still there.

He watched as Mother Hama packed the things away into a bag, the tag on the side labeling it ‘For Thrift Market.’

A few days later, after the full moon was gone, Hama told him to go down to the caves and feed the new prisoners.

Zuko had never gone down alone. He knew that he could never release them. He’d tried before, going down alone and letting them go.

It never worked.

Zuko crossed the cave slowly. His steps echoed against the stone walls. The ceiling sent the sound of his shoes right back at him.

He turned to where the newest prisoners were, and stopped, nearly choking on his air. He knew this had happened, but seeing it was worse.

There were a few random people he didn’t know, and then there, chained next to each other, were Rai and Nen.

Rai was the one who noticed him. She let out a strangled gasp and started forward as if trying to get to him before her chains pulled her back and stopped her.

Nen saw him next, and a small smile broke out. His smile was stained slightly red with blood.

“Kid, you’re here,” he said, sounding more relieved than anyone probably had ever in the history of ever. “We’re free.”

Zuko’s voice didn’t want to work now. He stepped forward and reached out with the food to one of the other prisoners. He watched Nen’s smile falter out of the corner of his eye. He fed all of them, including Rai and Nen. As he made to leave, Nen spoke again.

“Kid-?”

Zuko blinked back tears, hot ones that burned his eyes, and looked at the couple.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and his voice broke halfway through. 

He was gone, and his footsteps echoed through the cave as he ran. His tears fell in rhythm with them.

Zuko didn’t remember the names of the travelers anymore.

Most of the people down there glared at him when he walked in.

The ones he had tried to warn didn’t, even if he was the one who got them down here in the first place.

Rai and Nen didn’t.

Mother Hama didn’t.

Zuko tears barely fell anymore, and when they did, it was only when he was in the caves, when his footsteps could match them, or in his room, at night, when it was raining and his tears could match the pitter-patter of the water hitting the roof, sliding down his window, and disappearing into the night.

[shra-vasti]

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

Series : To all the boys

Pairing : Choi Seungcheol x reader

Type : non idol au, unrequited love

Genre : angst, drama, fluff, romance

Warnings : none

Word count : 900 approx

Synopsis : You decided to write some letters to every boy who was a part of your past as your last message after getting diagnosed with chronical disease.

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"So that's how I came to know that I have an allergy from sea food."

Seungcheol looked at the girl sitting in front of him, laughing hysterically at the story of how she came to learn about her allergy of sea food, which wasn't even funny.

He just watched her with boring expressions as he poked his food with the fork, he straightened up his back once she stopped, eager to end this blind date.

"You're really fun to hang around."

He smiled curtly at her nodding a bit.

"Give me your phone number and I'll call you soon so we could meet, Seungkwan did such a great job, I'm happy that I finally found the one."

"The one?"

His expressions weren't pleasant but the lady in front of him was too much into her own world to even notice.

"Let me hire you a cab."

He didn't give her another chance to speak as he made his way out of the restaurant to hire a cab, he made his way back to get her and help her get inside the cab.

"Won't you take me home to have some fun?"

He could see the driver throwing him a weird look as he paid for the cab and ask him to drop her off.

He wasn't someone who would mess around right at first meeting, he liked taking things slow and he concluded that this girl was complete opposite of what he wanted in his significant other.

As cliche as it sounded he liked doing things which were considered old fashioned.

He fished out his mobile from his pocket and call Seokmin not feeling it in himself to eat something without any company.

"What happened?"

"Seungkwan set me up on a blind date, forcefully but I lost all of my appetite while being with her so come and accompany me to eat something I'm dying here."

"Okay text me where you are I'll come pick you up and we can go and eat something."

He waited for the said boy in the sidewalk, thinking about how he's going to find a perfect match for himself when he was being so picky.

For Seungcheol relationship wasn't something to be taken lightly, he wanted to love and be loved by his significant other and therefore he didn't entertain the idea of blind dates but Seungkwan had been bugging him for a while so he had no choice but to agree.

"Mr., are you just going to zone out in the middle of the sidewalk or are you going to hop on my bike so we can go eat something?"

Seokmin's loud voice startled him, he punched his shoulder in a playful manner, wearing the helmet as Seokmin started his bike.

"I know this small restaurant which makes really delicious ramen and kimchi so we'll go there."

"Whatever you like I'm just hungry I'll eat whatever you'll say."

Seokmin just laughed at his words as he stopped his bike when they arrived in front of the said restaurant making Seungcheol frown at the familiarity of the place.

"Why are you frowning?"

It took Seokmin a while to see Seungcheol looking around the place with a frown on his face, Seungcheol made himself comfortable on one of the table along with Seokmin, shrugging.

"You don't wanna know."

"I don't wanna know? Why not?"

Seungcheol sighed looking at Seokmin contemplating whether to tell the latter that he used to come here because you loved the food they served, you who shared past with both of them.

"Y/N loved the food this place provided, its their favorite and we used to come here often after our long drives."

Seokmin pressed his lips together, not liking the fact that you went on long drives with Seungcheol, as much as he loved Seungcheol's company he will always dislike any other man's presence in your life.

"Okay I know you are her ex but you don't have to give me such bitter look, it isn't like y/n ever reciprocated my feelings."

"Yeah yeah, I'm not even saying anything, it's just a reflex."

Seungcheol looked around the place once again, his old memories coming crashing down at him when he used to come here with you and hear you gush about how delicious the food here was.

He ordered your favorite dish, his mind wandering to when you used to close your eyes at the content feeling of eating the food. He smiled unconsciously at the memories, getting startled when his eyes met Seokmin's.

"See, I can understand that this place is reminding you of y/n but please stop daydreaming like that, I feel weird here."

He pointed dramatically at his heart which made Seungcheol roll his eyes.

"Come on, I'm not even liking it a bit that I'm getting their flashback again and again, let's just eat and get done with this, God knows if I knew it would get so awkward eating with you, I would've called someone else."

The rest of the dinner was spent less awkwardly, both of them more focused on their friendship rather than you, Seokmin dropped him off in his house and went ahead in his own way.

"I'm home."

"Oppa, you have a parcel for you."

"For me?"

Seungcheol made his way towards where his younger sister was seated along with his older one who just threw him a skeptical look before she threw the envelope in his direction.

"I think it's a love letter from your lover."

Seungcheol scoffed at her words, she always thought that he was upto no good when the reality was very much different than that.

"I don't have a lover and even if I have, stop being nosey in my matters."

Seungcheol concluded his parents were out of the house considering how easily his sister was talking about dating, his parents were strict.

He looked at the envelope, making his way back inside his room, tearing the envelope in the process. He looked inside the envelope to see it was indeed some type of letter but he didn't remember anything related to it.

He shrugged before taking out the content, eyes narrowing at the words written on the small sticky note which came alone with it.

📩 Haven't heard of you since ages, you disappeared so suddenly, it wasn't like I was searching for you, I was just curious about your whereabouts, the last I heard was from your dad telling Zeny that you went abroad to study but I saw you wondering around with Seokmin so I knew you made your father lie, but how are you?

"Y/N L/N? Why on earth would you want to contact me now? Are you keeping tabs on me? I wonder what's on your mind."

He chuckled making his way onto his bed after making sure his door was locked, to read the letter you had written for him.