#Spice with plot

[just-one-more-beer]

Yuuna walked through the apartment, patting down the pockets of her pants and after checking her coat she sighed. She must have forgotten it at the flower store. She felt her heart race a little. She had promised everyone to keep it on her at all times. She peeked around the corner of the hallway and smiled. Mitsuya had fallen asleep on the couch, a garment he was hand sewing a seam for rested on his chest. She walked up to him silently and carefully put the piece of shimmering moss green fabric on the small coffee table before grabbing a blanket. He always slept on the couch like this. When she had first come to realise he didn’t have a room of his own she had insisted he’d take hers and she’d sleep on the couch instead but he had shrugged and smiled a little apologetically. ‘It has always been this way, I have a hard time sleeping anywhere else by now’, he had sighed. She tucked him in carefully and made sure to leave a little light on before she grabbed her coat. She chastised herself internally as she snuck down the stairs. How could she forget the most important thing?

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Rating: Mature (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Draken | Ryuuguuji Ken/Sano Emma, Kakuchou/Kurokawa Izana, Matsuno Chifuyu/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Tokyo Revengers Original Timeline, Angst, Alternate Timelines, Romance, Family Feels, Fluff, Friendship, dark impulse, Tokyo Revengers Manga Spoilers, Spice, What if they actually talked about their feelings?, All our favourites as young adults!

[svtskneecaps]

i feel like lullah and richas's admins probably chat behind the scenes bc this is the second time they've been in active rp conflict with each other and i'm imagining them giggling and kicking their feet dm'ing each other plans. like "ok so i'm gonna be like 'tio bad likes richas more than me :(' " "ok and then i'm gonna go 'KKKK NAH' and put up a meme" "ok and i'm gonna crouch really sadly so he feels guilty" "and i'm gonna lay down and act all tough and unbothered" "ooh you should play the crying baby sound too" "YOU'RE SO RIGHT"

[meamiki]

a star being appeared in your apartment, wdyd?

(aka loop getting reverse isekaied into the modern office au)

also there are some scattered mumblings on loop in this AU under the cut actually in an rb now link right here if anyone's interested (spoilers for all of ISAT, including 2hats!)

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Okay, so!

I have just binged all of My Lady Jane and

Oh

My

God

If you are looking for an epic, steamy AND spicy, sweeping enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, forced proximity, fantasy elements, and forbidden romance all in the same show with all the vibes and feels you get when having read a book and just WISHED someone could make it into a TV show so you can watch it and not just have it be inside your head? Then this, my friends, is THE. SHOW. TO. WATCH.

I seriously hope this gets renewed for Season 2 because I just want more. I need to see this story continue. Thankfully it doesn't end on a "Oh, I hope everyone is okay and there is no clear statement on what everyone is doing," kinda thing.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

PLEASE GO AND WATCH THIS SHOW IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY! IT IS SERIOUSLY GOOD!

Is it historically accurate? No, not entirely. But is it modern with all the historical settings and vibes, romantic, funny, at some times emotional and just INCREDIBLY EPIC?!

YES!

So PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

PLEASE go and watch this show!!!

[theladyofbloodshed]

The fantasy romance subreddit is just:

What about spice???

Can you recommend no plot just spice??

Looking for a book that’s heavy on spice

What about a cute romance and incredible world building hmmm 🤷🏻‍♀️

[lynzishell]

Love in Selvadorada

[elbiotipo]

No but for real, Holo is an aguará-guazú/lobo guará/manned wolf, here, I'll look for a picture to compare, wait AAAHH LA MIERDA ESTÁ EN PELOTAS AAAAAAAA

[just-one-more-beer]

“Are you ready?” Takemichi asked carefully as he looked at the closed double doors in front of them. Everyone had already gathered inside but he had insisted she would not be entering the room alone. He could almost hear her teeth rattle as she stood trembling beside him. They had prepared together and had been over what to expect, but he could understand the overwhelming feelings she was likely experiencing now. Inside were so many people she had known in multiple timelines. She witnessed some of them die multiple times too. Some had been eager to meet her, others had proven sceptical or even hostile. There was no saying how all of them would react to her knowledge about the past. Some had met her already, so the news about her origin had slowly spread throughout their ranks. Taiju had been kind enough to let them use one of the rooms in his venue for the meeting. It hadn’t officially opened yet but he had apparently dubbed this the final rehearsal before the grand opening in a couple of weeks. 

Yuuna shifted beside him as she heard Draken’s bellowing voice open the meeting inside. She had heard him do that so many times, but it had always been from a distance and never had she imagined she would be the one being called in. She looked up at Takemichi desperately as a strongly conditioned panic started to whirl in her chest, trying to convince her that this was unsafe.

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Rating: Mature (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Draken | Ryuuguuji Ken/Sano Emma, Kakuchou/Kurokawa Izana, Matsuno Chifuyu/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Tokyo Revengers Original Timeline, Angst, Alternate Timelines, Romance, Family Feels, Fluff, Friendship, dark impulse, Tokyo Revengers Manga Spoilers, Spice, What if they actually talked about their feelings?, All our favourites as young adults!

[phoenixtakaramono]

The Premise of this Threadfic: Homelander suckles on Billy Butcher’s d!ck until the stress and white noise in his evil blond head is gone. That’s it. That’s the plot.

CW: ⚠️🔞, some surface level Homelander whump because I think he deserves a lil pampering after the new episode. Vaguely inspired by The Boys 04x04 and Butcher’s gorgeous manly tatas

(You can read the rest of it here!)

If you don’t have a Twitter account, screenshots are provided below the line break so you can read this update on Tumblr as well:

A/N - I can't believe this threadfic has its own behind-the-scenes backstory, but the first 25 tweets of how this threadfic initially started had been very different from what you see in this version. It was full of poignant lore and future S4 speculation, a dive into HL's psyche regarding his traumatic upbringing, and commentary about Compound V causing madness and tragedy to tie into what'll happen to Hugh Sr, ect.… It’d been saved in my Drafts; I’d been ready to click “Post All” after I found the perfect GIFs for the starter tweet. But then I'd accidentally pressed "DELETE" instead of "Save”—and all that work, vanished. Banished to the ether. RIP to what could've been. 🥲 I wasn't about to retype all that in my second attempt so I ended up simplifying it. And that's how we arrived here. :) Hope y'all enjoyed regardless! <3

[tcfactory]

Silly thought of the day ft. a very helpful System:

Airplane is not happy with how the story turned out, especially now that he lives in it. The System is not happy with the world either because sure, it's not unusual for Literary Worlds to revolve around their Protagonists, but they are usually, you know, less boring? It's nothing but cheap villain plots and papapa in PIDW, not even a decent tournament arc or lasting rival in sight!

So they conspire together to change things. Small changes that are within acceptable parameters by System guidelines can still add up to meaningful differences and maaaaybe the System looks the other way once or twice so Shang Qinghua can mess with events that will spiral out into big backstory changes - like leaving a very well-forged report about Wu Yanzi's hideout being in a certain city on the desk of the sect leader. Wu Yanzi is a big enough fish that catching him would net the sect quite some fame, actually. So when the masters and their head disciples go to investigate they will be hosted by the Qius and would you look at that, Qingyuan's little slave brother really does have excellent aptitude, how much for that angry brat? They will take him.

Eventually things are changed enough that when Luo Binghe is born the System does an evaluation and oh no, they will have to change the genre and revamp the story and maybe the world as well, what a shame... The System can't high-five Airplane, but it would if it could.

So now they need a new genre, a new protagonist and probably a new story. They decide on harem romance, because it's a popular genre (makes it less likely that the world gets decommissioned due to bad audience ratings) and System likes harem shenanigans, it was the main reason why it volunteered to pilot PIDW before it realized that the world as a whole sucked and its superiors really needed to learn how to tag better, because there's a difference between a story with a harem in it and a harem story, you know.

But System is spoiled by having a transmigrator who cooperated with it and helped it flesh out backstory bits, so it really wants the new protagonist to be like Airplane in that regard. It would love to have Airplane as the protagonist, actually, but he's the Author already so it would be a conflict of interest and even System can't bend the rules that far, sorry. When it's time to pick a new Protagonist, it looks over the list of potential Beta Readers instead and zeroes in on Shen Yuan and his obsession with solving plot holes and writing pages long headcanon posts about PIDW beasts. He couldn't be any more perfect for their purposes!

The System's plan is as follows: take one transmigrator nerd, give him a suitable role (young Lord of the Beast Taming Peak returning from a decade-long expedition into the unknown reaches of the demon realm), equip him with an industrial strength wifebeam (guaranteed to work on any and all martial brothers and more!!!) and then sit back with popcorn and opera glasses and what the chaos unfold.

What could possibly go wrong?

[silverraes]

we all keep joking about the omegaverse and the mpreg but I kinda feel like we should also inform the masses that Pit Babe is, somehow, one of the less spicy shows airing right now

[minniiaa]

Been writing so much pathetic depressed bottom Law/switch Lawlu lately that I’m low key getting feral and want to write a crazy, obsessive, possessive top Law. Urghhh need plot inspiration though help :(

[softerhaze]

(♪)

[kentocalls]

gojo satoru | we can't be friend scollege!au, runner reader, snowboarder satoru. sfw. is this considered fluff? idk. more satoru being satoru because he.

gojo satoru who knows you can't say no to honest competition. it riles up all the other guys who try to challenge you to a race (they'd lose) that you quickly accept satoru's challenge, for a handstand and not something easily like a race. why? cuz you'd smoke them. satoru knows you don't wanna win easily. it keeps him on his toes, findings omething new for both of you to bet on.

maybe it's the twinkle in your eyes, the way your demeanor changes when he's being cheeky, as a fellow gold medal athlete, everything should be a peace of cake for you too, right?

its not, he knows how hard you train, admired you before every laying eyes on you. relishes in the fact that you can out train nanami kento, the reigning state champion for long distance running, long distance runner.

initially, satoru lost a bet and was bringing gatorade and fancy electrolyte drinks to nanami, he was supposed to drop the supplies off and get back to his own training but then he heard your laugh, whipped his head back so fast he might've hurt his neck. (he did.)

absolutely hounded nanmi about you, the sheer fact that nanami looked bored, "oh, her? out of your league satoru."

🏂

you are grace and power packed into such a feast for eyes and satoru is starving. barely paying attention to his tennis partner nanami who is so done with this game. nanami barely needs to move with how both you and satoru are turning this into a 1:1 match. fuck being competitive, neither you nor satoru notice both nanami and utahime have stepped off the court.

for every swing satoru sends flying you way, you're easily returning. so elegant, so graceful, fuck the way you twirl and easily make him run to the other side of the court.

satoru is so focused on you he barely hears the hollars of suguru bringing pizza, shoko with drinks and yu with extra snacks. doesn't even hear the whistle blowing only notices your face turn sharply to the side and the stupid tennis ball landing with a thud against your cheek.

he wants to die.

body moves before his brain can catch up, hands on your form, pulling you to sitting, examing the bruise forming. thank goodness your nose isn't broken, but he hates himself.

your eyes are watery and you're biting your lip so hard trying not to cry. you don't want to cry. you can't be weak, you can't do that. especially not in front of others. a similar memory tries to flash into your eyes and you look down, look away.

but satoru's hands are gentle, he blocks the others from getting close. you're absolutely sure the medical students, suguru and shoko should be examining you but you don't want to face him.

"hey, easy, easy now," satoru is rubbing your back, helping you even out your breathing, "you're good."

you nod, someone brings water and pain medicine. nanami pushes a cool soda can against your cheek and satoru hisses at him, "that strings!" he yells too close to your ears.

he's draped around you, long limbs keeping everyone else out. it’s be funny to see, the way haibara is snapping a photo has you pouting. satoru finally let's suguru and shoko examine after utahime’s pleading (you holding his hand may have had something to do with it too).

satoru still takes you to his personal doctor, wakes the poor old man up and makes a colossal uproar at the hospital, there’s a tons of nurses and scans and it gets too much. satoru commands everyone to tend to you, stopping when you pull his shirt and hold him back, "satoru i just need sleep."

he freezes, doesn’t like your voice that small.

his eyes soften when they meet yours, breath shakey. eyes unable to ignore the swelling on your face. a gentle warmth on his heart, your hand. he finds breathing easier, by a teenie tiny bit. "it's nice to know you'll have access to all this professional care."

"yeah yeah, spoiled rich boy." he grins, "we should really get an second MRI though."

"no i need sleep. and maybe some really hot, crispy, deliciously bad for us fries."

🏂

he has to be following you. showing up after lectures, before your morning training, sprinting over once you finish up and handing you snacks you love. claims he’s there to support nanami, but not once has a drink or snack slipped it’s way into nanami’s hands. he brings things for you.

he started small. some well researched blend of protein and coffee in the morning. then a big salad and your favorite carb loading meals in the afternoon. and someone, no matter how late you’re running, he waits with a hoodie, water, chocolates that are half eaten but that smile. the smile he gives you is what scares you. you’re getting used to him.

used to seeing his pearly whites and big eyes, saying “wow, 8 miles today? you made it look easy.”

“proud of you.”

“what a champ, you slowed down when your calf felt tight right? brilliant.”

attentive. he’s so attentive and obsessed with …helping?

sends you articles about running, sends you different playlists. it’s small, sweet, so much more attention than you’re used to. you don’t want to get used to it, don’t know how. you do everything on your own but satoru is showing up. filling a gap you didn’t know you had.

he’s such a good friend.

but utahime looks at you weird when you call him that. shoko looks bored and haibara laughs loudly.

because friends don’t wake up early to wish you good luck on your morning run, in person. don’t have coffee and food waiting when you’re done.

friends don’t travel to your far from home meets.

and surely, they don’t order you shoe after shoe because if that’s the best in the industry and you deserve no less.

so easy, it’d be so easy to understand his intentions if his words weren’t always upbeat, bright, laced with humor and mischief for everyone. there’s never a dull moment with him, it’s addicting sugar and spice and everything nice. doting and kind, slipping everything you want into your lap without you asking, without you doing anything extra. but he’s like this, with everyone right?

you still beat him at tennis. don’t let up when you’re playing chess against him. suguru has to pull you two from fighting over who draws better (you both suck). he’s the first person you text now, the last one you see and the only song thing on repeat in your brain.

when he travels for his own training its bad. you don’t get to see him, don’t get to feel him or lean against his shoulder. it’s his arm you seek when you train too hard and need rest but everyone wants to do movie night on your long run days. and this night, he’s off on a mountain doing scarily beautiful tricks at dangerous speeds and dangerous heights.

you settle for morning and evening facetimes calls.

it’s so silly.

friends don’t do this.

🏂

yeah breaking his personal best is great and all but seeing you jump out of the van is better. he’s holding you, hugging you close because you are here. along with all his other friends, but this is the first time you’ll experience snow with him, see what he can do in person.

you’re tired and he’s sure your muscles ache, you just ran in your qualifying races, lost a very rigged rock paper scissors game to Haibara so no being at home resting for you. you took the Gojo private jet (alongside the rest of his friends) to spend an entire week at a fancy ski resort. and gosh he’s NOT going to let go of you.

but he has to because apparently he can’t monopolize your time. it’s the first ski resort you’ve been to and everyone wants to show you the ropes, give you tips on how to stay warm, how not to trip and fall, when to eat and it’s really a lot to take in. you’d be happy sticking next to satoru but watching him discuss other resorts and their amenities has you feeling maybe a tiny bit out of place.

it’s not like he ignores you, he’s quick to pull you into conversations, absolutely keeps his normal teasing up. you reciprocate and that should be good enough. satoru is showing how much he likes you right? he hasn’t left you alone, but according to ever watchful gaze of shoko and utahime it’s not clear enough how he feels about you. he actually needs to actually say it.

but it’s there isn’t it?

the way you look up at him and scrunch your nose when the snow lands on your cheeks. the way you’re hand is glued to his when you’re practicing how to move on skis or a snowboard (you are not gifted with balance it seems.) it’s there when you do that little pause after his many hilarious jokes and breathe deep. saying it would just be declaring what he already knows, you both like each other. deeply.

and for no reason, the rare chance you’re left to socialize on your own, he catches sight of you smiling with haibara and nanami; satoru wonders. did he make up the smiles you give him? has he done what he always does and bulldozed into your life without establishing a real connection?

cuz sure, you two double, triple, quadruple text each other. and sure you’re never not talking and even if you suck at it, you send him food pics. he sends you his fit checks. it’s…it’s got to mean more, than niceties right?

there’s an ugly swirl of what if storming in his white locks and he considers being wrong. there’s evidence you’re awfully close to haibara too. maybe satoru is victim to his own tunnel vision. because if you’re not near satoru, you’re near haibara. laughing, joking, poking.

at the lodge it’s haibara who brings you hot chocolate and pats your back when you sip too quickly and burn your tongue. it’s haibara you sit next to and also make funny faces at. isn’t satoru cuter tho? aren’t his funny faces adorable? he can laugh at your jokes because they are funny, he’s not trying to impress you.

and he’d know what temperature you like your hot chocolate, would never bring anything less than perfect.

in his own moping satoru doesn’t catch when you look at him, doesn’t catch when you try to move towards him. and it’s hard. you want to congratulate him again, want to keep his attention but he’s so occupied by shoko and suguru’s banter that you feel that tiny feeling again. you’re out of place, can’t keep up with the luxury vacations they reminisce about.

satoru leads such a full life, you notice just how many people know him and come up to him, congratulate him. and even if the most honest soul, haibara yu, insists you aren’t a bother, that you need to talk to satoru, you can’t. somehow you feel like you’re annoying him? he’s grumpy and frowning and…maybe its in your head, but he’s pulling away. the week is going to end soon and you’re no longer sure he like-likes you how you like-like him.

but you drink not only your hot chocolate but haibara and nanami’s. wait for everyone to settle in their bedrooms and waltz over to the large door on the ground floor that belongs to satoru. you give a firm knock, planning what you’ll say to him but he’s not answering. (he was in the bathroom and didn’t hear it but you don’t know that.) you knock louder and nothing. he’s in there, it’s too dark and too cold to be out, all the cars are parked out front too. no footsteps on the porch (yes you checked.) so maybe it’s in your head?

you go back to your room but can’t sleep. consider texting him but burn at the thought of sending him a “you up?” text. fuck it, you need a run. sure you don’t have snow shoes and sure it’ll probably be stupid to run in all the layers you’re wearing but you gotta shake this feeling off.

when you’re dressed and make it down to the kitchen, your favorite person snacking on nutella toast. a towel on his shoulders, his pearl locks wet and dripping on the counter. “you’re gonna catch a cold.” his posture changes as he turns to you, eyes wide, smile firm. he has chocolate on his lip, you walk over and take his towel to swipe at his lip. up close you can see just how wet his hair is, did he even bother to towel dry it? “you can’t use this it’s soaked.”

you pull open the drawer selecting the finest looking microfiber towel knowing full well it’s gonna make his hair so frizzy but he has that pricey oil as part of his shave kit. he can use after, he has a competition coming up and is carelessly walking around with soaking wet hair.

satoru grins, leans his head towards your gentle touch. doesn’t remember the last time someone has done this for him, it feels nice, he lets his shoulders fall and closes his eyes. letting you fuss at his hair, once you’ve patted it dry to your liking you’re gently raking your fingers through his locks, taming the wild mane, moving pesky bangs from his face and he’s absolutely, whole heartedly, falling in love with you. this is beyond liking territory.

his hands find your waist, one poking at the many layers of shirts you’re wearing. “you can take my room. if its too cold in yours.” your hands rest on his shoulders, light. “i’m actually going for a run.” he raises an eyebrow, looks out at the frigid darkness painting the giant kitchen window frame, “are you?”

you remove your hands from him, and nod, biting at your bottom lip, your face is flushing and satoru is sure all these layers are too much for inside the lodge but will do nothing to help you outside. you have that stubborn energy about you, he’s not going to logic you into not going out but he can help you choose better. “okay, i’ll come too.” he stands tall, looking down with affection at your confusion. “no, your hair is wet, you’ll catch a cold.”

“i cannot let a lady out in the dark oh so late at night, think about the bears.”

“you said there aren’t bears.”

he shrugs, walks towards his room in jest, “satoru, you aren’t going. you’re in the competitive season, get some rest, you can’t go out there. what if you—“ what if he slips and gets injured? what if all his hard work goes down the drain because he’s such a good friend to you?

“and what if that happens to you?” he’s back, seated and pulling you close. “i know how to run in snow.” you do and absolutely don’t like it. however, the alternatives to not going for a run and feeling all these things because he looks at you like this don’t exist.

you’re too stinking cute and his hand finds your cheek, it’s warm to the touch. the stupid layers. “hear me out,” he starts, licking his lips, your eyes follow his tongue before returning to a very interesting spot behind him. “we stay in doors and watch a movie about running. mirror neurons and all that.”

you roll your eyes, the one time you let him attend a psychology class with you and this is the fact that stuck. you lean away and his hand is interlaced with yours, pulling you back to him, you pat at his somehow still weight hair. “you should dry this.”

he nuzzles into your hand, “do it for me. you can even curl it, braid it, don’t go outside please. i’ll wake up extra early and go with you before the sunrises. promise.”

“you don’t have to.” voice barely above a whisper, his lips find your palm, he chuckles, “i want to.”

and this is it, make or break. you need to tell him, burn his tender touch into your memory, cherish everything before you spill over how much you adore him.

“i really like you satoru.” he kisses your palm again, “i like you too.” he coos back.

fuck, he’s going to make this hard. “i…like-like you,” your hand traces his lips, his hand has wrapped itself around your lower back, closing the space between you too. “really?” he hums.

“satoru, please…” you close your eyes, “if i misread this, if you’re going to reject me—“

“we can’t be friends anymore, can we?”

worrying your bottom lip, you open your eyes already teary, “i.,.don’t think i can be that.” you’re inconsiderate you realize, of course he’d still want to be friends. and you…all you’ve thought about is wanting him all for yourself. stay his friend? after this? wait for him? or worse, watch him fall for someone else, oh fuck. your heart isn’t big enough to cheer him on like that.

selfish selfish selfish, when satoru has flooded nothing but delight and goodness to you. given over and over without you asking. “good, you’ll be my girlfriend then. i don’t have to share you with haibara or nanami?”

you’re pouting and he’s laughing? you have tears in your eyes and he’s giddy? you throw what you get your hands on at him, “i take it back, you’re stupid.” your cheeks hot, embarrassed as satoru somehow pulls you into a very warm hug, your protest is half hearted. “yeah, but you really really like me anyways.”

“you’re hearing things. might want to get that checked gojo satoru.” his chest vibrates and he pulls you closer. he kisses the top of your head, makes to kiss down your neck, “but you’re hearing’s all good, yeah?,” he drops the playfulness, “cuz i really really like you too.”

[o-vera-nalyzing]

if we only get like one episode of ayda being back i’ll actually be so upset u don’t understand

[yin-shimo]

yeah Abel's not here yet, but someone sure did 'arrive' early lol (reminder: these are Abel's moms Narcissa/Annalise)

Ive spent the past two days doing the interior of this house and immediately had them fuck in it lol