#a small drabble while i work on motivation hehe

[lovelivision]

Handsy Toji who pulls and gropes at you whenever he can. Hands trailing up and down your sides, starting off innocent but never really staying that way. Always managing to work himself up whenever he gets his hands on your soft skin. Quick to slip his hands under your shirt to play with your tits. Smiling to himself when you moan quietly, his fingers tugging gently on your nipples.

Pressing his hard cock into your ass from behind, pinning you between the kitchen counter and his body. Groans rumbling in his chest as he not so subtly ruts into you, his dick aching at the sound of your pretty whines.

Desperate to feel your cunt pulse around him but unwilling to take his hands off you, instead trailing one down to your pants and shoving in under your panties. Cursing as he feels how wet you’ve gotten for him, fingers rubbing through your slick.

Impatient and horny when he immediately stuffs you full with a single finger, his head dizzy at how snug your pussy is. Smile only growing when he thinks about how he gets to open you up on his fingers just so you can take his fat cock.

Obscene and slick sounds of your cunt filling the room as he pulls his finger in and out of you. His other hand still pawing at your tit, teasing you cruelly. A huffed laugh leaving him at how your legs shake, a second finger stuffed into you making it harder for your poor, dazed brain to keep you upright.

His dick twitches in his pants, hips jerking into your ass in a more obvious way. Still unwilling to take his hands off you though, maybe after you cum all over his fingers…

[divine-knight-hand]

Dream Sweet

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Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Late at night, Loki has a silent observer. Fluff ensues.

Word Count: 551

I had this part of Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical stuck in my head when this image appeared in my head. Here’s my little song drabble. I hope my writing did the image in my head justice, hehe!

Dividers by @1-800-camelia

You look quite divine tonight Here among these vibrant lights Pure delights surround us as we sail Signed, yours truly, the whale

The melody drifted into my thoughts as I saw him. The man of my dreams. Time itself seemed to slow as I tried to take a mental snapshot of the scene in front of me.

He stood at the guardrail of the ship, hands folded behind his back as he gazed at the stars hanging above the calm waters that we smoothly sailed through. These same stars lit up the sky in a milky display, making him stand out among them. They almost seemed to give his visage a dreamy haze. Maybe this wasn’t even real. Maybe I was dreaming.

The sea breeze slightly rustled his raven hair with each pass. I imagined how each star would create little specks that reflected off of his ocean blue eyes, forming small galaxies of their own in them. Everything about him looked like a work of art, and I just wanted to hold on to this moment for as long as I lived.

I found myself mentally thanking Fury for sending the Avengers to sea. In the morning, we would have to dock at a highly guarded island owned by HYDRA to disarm its security and confiscate the artillery inside. But, now, I could watch as Loki observed the beautiful scene that unfolded in front of him, unaware of the fact that he fit in among them.

I finally gained the courage to approach and wrap my arms around him from behind, “You look like a painting, my love.”

He softly chuckled, his gaze shifting from the endless sky to me, “Agent, this is highly unprofessional. What would the others think of this display?”

“We’re not on the clock, so I have you to myself for the time being.” I purred.

He sighed, “Well, at least move beside me, so I can see you better.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I stepped to his side, one of my arms lingering at his waist, “Like this?”

He smirked and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, “Yes, darling, that’s perfect.” He leaned in and kissed me before resting his forehead against mine, “You look absolutely divine tonight.”

A shy smile turned at the corners of my lips, “Oh, stop that!”

“I mean it.” He insisted, “I’ve spent all this time looking out at the world around us, but it all couldn’t possibly compare with your beauty as soon as you come into focus with it.”

I felt my cheeks glow a little, “You really know how to make me feel special.”

“That’s only because I have the proper motivation.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and I sighed against his mouth. My free hand reached up to tangle itself in his hair while the other one moved from his waist to his back. I felt his arms move to wrap around my waist, holding me firmly, but carefully.

I willed myself to always remember the way he held me. The way he stood above the waves with a refined stature. The way he loved me. The way he kissed me. It was as if this moment would last forever, morning missions be damned. I would remember. I would have this forever.

[purple-plum-petals]

—⊱ An Unexpected Visitor ⊰ || Jade Leech x Reader

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             You were sitting on one of the beds in the infirmary and, having been here quite a few times in the past, you thankfully already knew where everything was located. It always seemed like the nurse was never anywhere to be found when the students actually needed them to do their job, but you weren’t bitter (okay, maybe you were). Because of that, you were now left to tend to your wounds by yourself. You eyed the bruises that decorated your wrist like a bracelet and the large scratches that ran down the underside of your forearm, the blood already having dried and caked to your skin. You grabbed a cloth and put disinfectant on the piece of fabric, cringing and letting a hiss of air escape between your teeth as you placed a soaked rag on the already sore wound. You couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes, closing them as you tried to control your breathing from the pain.

            After a moment of contemplating your life choices as the searing pain started simmering down, you opened your eyes again and turned to look at your visage in the small mirror hanging on the brick wall across the room from where you were seated. There was a large bruise forming under your left eye and small, minuscule cuts littered your cheeks as a small stream of blood trickled down from one of your nostrils, ending right before reaching your lips. You’ve looked better – who hadn’t after being beaten up by some upperclassmen – but it wasn’t the worst you’ve been injured while living in this new world so that was a plus in your book.

            You released a shaky breath, trying to calm your nerves and enjoy the light breeze that was blowing through one of the open windows as you began wrapping your arm in gauze. You didn’t hear the door of the infirmary creak open since you were so immersed in your current predicament, only noticing there was another person in the room with you when a voice called out, “Prefect? My, what brings you here?”

            You jumped at the voice and turned to look at the figure. When your brain finally registered who was standing there, you placed your non-wounded hand over your heart as you exclaimed, “Ah! Oh, Jade… Woo, you startled me there for a moment, hehe. So, uh… what brings you here?”

            “I fell off my broom during P.E…” He stated bluntly, looking a bit annoyed at that fact as he plucked a stray twig from his now knotted teal locks. Other than a few cuts on his face, Jade didn’t look too worse for wear; if anything, he probably just wanted an excuse to skip class for today since flying was his worst subject.

            Jade made his way over to you from where he had been standing near the infirmary entrance, taking a seat on the bed in front of you as he looked you up and down like a predator assessing their prey. You squirmed slightly under the gaze of his mismatched eyes, focusing on the bottle of disinfectant you had placed on the bedside table as a way to avoid direct eye contact. Jade suddenly asked, effectively breaking the awkward silence that had accumulated between the two of you, “May I ask what you are doing here? Those injuries don’t look like the results of a simple fall.”

            “It… It’s nothing, really.” Was what you said, waving your arm that wasn’t currently in the process of being wrapped in gauze in front of you dismissively. Though, when you made eye contact with Jade, you could tell he wasn’t believing a single thing you were telling him. You have no idea why you kept lying to him – you knew that he could tell you weren’t telling him the truth – but you just continued digging your grave as you told him, “E-Everything is fine now so, uh, yeah… n-no need to worry.”

            “Hmm… I don’t think I’ve heard you flounder this much since the first time we met. What don’t you wish to tell me? It’s obvious you’re hiding something.” He stated, his tone a mixture between teasing and genuinely curious. Jade was leaning forward slightly, his body casting a shadow on your shrunken form due to the fluorescent lights above you that added another layer of uneasiness in your heart. What you wouldn’t give to be able to just straight-up disappear from the situation – surely there was teleportation magic or something out there.

            Realizing Jade wasn’t going to back off so easily, you gave in and sighed out as you ran your shaky hand through your hair, “Listen, like I said, it’s not a big deal but…” You paused for a moment, remembering what had happened less than an hour ago and trying not to start bawling right then and there. To calm your nerves and to keep yourself from breaking down in front of Jade Leech of all people, you took a deep breath before continuing, “some students have been treating me worse than they used to. Being a magicless human in a school full of mages puts a target on my back – I mean, I already knew that – but some of them have just been a bit more… ruthless than they used to be. They were just messing with me when it ended up going a bit too far, is all.”

            “So, you call these injuries of yours a simple accident?” Jade asked, reaching toward you and gently pushing some of the loose gauze away from your skin in order to see the three deep lacerations that traveled from your wrist to your elbow. He continued talking, an emotion you couldn’t quite place swirling in his gold and olive eyes as he stated, “These marks on your arm certainly look intentional.”

            “It’s fine, Jade. I’ll just patch myself up and–…” You started, trying to help ease the situation into a more light-hearted territory before your efforts were halted near immediately by the merman in front of you.

            Jade was staring directly into your eyes, anger evident on his features; it wasn’t an expression you had ever seen him wear before. There was no question, no room to escape as he demanded, “Tell me who did this to you.”

            The only thing you were able to squeak out was a pathetic, “W…What?”

            Jade sat up straighter, removing his hand from your arm as he asked, “Who hurt you? I will make sure they compensate for what they have done.”

            “T-There’s no need for that, really! It’ll heal up in no time so–!” You tried telling him but, just like before, you were cut off before being able to finish spewing excuses.

            “That is not the problem...” You flinched slightly at the tone of his voice as you tried not to curl into yourself like a turtle hiding from danger. You never acted this way around Jade (well, at least not lately – your first meeting doesn’t count) and the sight of you scared and injured after what those imbeciles had done to you stung his heart in a way that only confused him further. Jade, taking notice of your body language, simply sighed and stood up as he made his way over to a cupboard to retrieve a box of bandages. He kept speaking as he rummaged through the unorganized mess, telling you, “People like this won’t leave you alone unless an example of one is made.”

            “Jade, I don’t want them getting hurt.” You stated, your voice strong and powerful despite your current mental state. That did manage to bring a small smile to Jade’s face knowing that you hadn’t let those brutes stamp out the spark you held. It’s not like you wanted to spare them from anything and was more like you didn’t want to stoop to their level; you didn’t want to be like them in any sense of the word.

            “I never said they’d be hurt physically, did I? An example can be made by ruining their social life or academic career – they don’t need to be harmed bodily, you know.” Jade told you, making his way back to where you sat with a box of bandages in one hand and antibacterial ointment in the other; he was speaking in such a casual way that you would think you were talking about the weather and not destroying someone’s life. Instead of sitting in front of you, however, this time around he took a seat next to you as he handed you the ointment and opened the box, taking out four bandages.

            “It’s still not okay, though. I don’t want to be like them.” You told him, your eyes fluttering shut as he wiped your face down with the cloth you had been using for your arm, enjoying the comfort the action brought you. Once he was done cleaning your face, you opened your eyes and put a dollop of ointment on your finger before rubbing it on the multitude of scratches that littered your cheeks. You sat patiently as Jade gently placed bandages over each of the small wounds, asking him in a voice laced with exhaustion, “Please just… do you promise me you won’t do anything extreme if I tell you who did it?”

            “You have my word, Prefect.” Jade told you, patting your head in what was either in a comforting or condescending way; with the Leech brothers, you had a hard time placing what exactly they may be trying to express at the moment.

            Sighing and grabbing a new cloth so you could disinfect Jade’s wounds as well, you told him, “Well, there were two from Savannaclaw and one from Diasomnia. The one from Diasomnia was a second year, I think. One of the Savannaclaw guys he was with said his name was…”

            You continued to tell Jade everything that had happened earlier that day, from them throwing you around like a ragdoll to pushing you to the ground so hard your nose started bleeding upon impact. You had finished cleaning Jade’s wounds and allowed him to put the ointment on his scrapes before placing the Band-Aids on his skin in the same manner he had done with you. Once Jade was all cleaned and patched up, you went back to wrapping your injured arm and finishing your not-so-nice story.

            After you were done with the gauze, you gingerly rolled down the bloody sleeve of your once white button-up and threw your jacket on in the hopes it would be able to hide the mini crime scene until you got back to your dorm. Silence filled the room after you were done speaking and, after a moment of awkwardness, you said, “Sorry for dumping all of that on you – I ruined the vibe we had going on.”

            Jade chuckled lightly at your attempt of lightening the mood; you were always such a delight to be around. He stood up, holding out a hand for you to take as he said, “Do not fret; I was the one who told you to tell me, after all. You didn’t ruin anything, Prefect.”

            “Whew – glad to hear it, Jade.” You said as Jade lifted you from the bed as if you were weightless, shocked by how strong he was considering how thin his arms looked. Though, you couldn’t help but smirk slightly as you asked him, “So, did you kill enough time to miss the rest of P.E.?”          

            Jade gasped lightly, holding his hand to his chest in mock-offense as he said, “Now, now, I wasn’t talking to you to simply kill time – I truly wanted to know who was causing you so much trouble. I’ll make sure to let Azul know who they are so they’re banned for life from Mostro Lounge.”

            “Hehehe, thanks. Now I can go get a nice drink without having to worry about running into them there.” You joked, the both of you making your way out of the infirmary and stopping right outside of the door.

            “Well, since I do not need to return to class, how about I walk you back to Ramshackle to assure you get there safely?” Jade asked, bowing down to reach closer to your height as he held his arm out for you to take, a smirk adorning his face as he awaited your next move.

            You rolled your eyes slightly, linking your arm with his as you both began walking down the hallway and towards the exit of the school. As you walked, you asked him, “So, have you gone on any nice hikes lately? Find anything cool?”

            Jade seemed to light up at your question, giving you what seemed to be a genuine smile as he began to speak, “Actually, I did find a rare mushroom the other day…”

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[crazyfreckledginger]

Ikemen Vampire x Reader - “Residents In Modern Times”

Requested by anon: “Hello glorious author-chan! I have a request for you. I have a fun little imagine for you. Can you make an Ikemen Vampire imagine of what their reactions would be like in modern times?”

A/N: I honestly don’t know what this is, like it ended up as the child of a drabble and a headcanon.

Warning: implied smut and nudity (come on Arthur is here)

Napoleon Bonaparte:

He’d be shocked and in awe at the same time.

Wanting to know EVERYTHING about how people live in the 21st century.

Is it a better, easier life? Is everyone treated equally and safe?

He’s astonished by the night lights as well, so bright and beautiful.

It’s absolutely unforgettable and he stays up at night a little longer to watch the busy city below, drinking the beautiful view until he falls asleep. 

Also more content with the clothing fashion.

Yes it’s very unusual to him since he’s not used to it but clothes used to be so uncomfortable, especially for women.

Though he really didn’t feel comfortable with such revealing clothes. 

He’s very cute about it around you though, hiding in your neck with flushed, embarrassed cheeks. 

Leonardo Da Vinci:

Doesn’t show his amazement as much except through his tone of voice.

Wants to know how a phone works.

Surprisingly -- or unsurprisingly --  not having to explain it regularly, he picks up on it very quickly.

He’s very impressed. 

Your days were divided into visiting shops, showing him technologies, public transport, probably every single thing about the city and cuddling in bed and showing him how the TV works because “the mattress is so comfortable”.

Even though you know how comfortable a surface is, never stopped him from falling asleep.

He really likes it in the modern day.

I think he would be one of the residents that would fit in rather quickly and easily. 

Comte De Saint Germain: 

It’s not that much of a shocker for him for obvious reasons but because you’d spent your life in modern day, he got to see your view and had a much positive outlook on it.

Not that it was negative to begin with, he just didn’t pay as much attention to it before and now that he has, it’s eye opening, in a way. 

He loved the sparkle in your eyes as you rejoiced in the things you used to know before you travelled back in time. 

It was a sight for sore eyes. 

He enjoyed visiting with you, even though he spent more time seeing the twinkle in your eyes than being happy over the smaller things. 

Comte is much more open about PDA for obvious reasons and he feels the modern day is something the both of you share as a precious memory now.

Arthur Conan Doyle:

His demeanour is one of someone who’s seen everything already but the huge smile and eyes just showed that he was a little boy excited about discovering everything.

Arthur dragged you around to tell him how things work if he couldn’t pick up on by himself. 

You went to a mall and Victoria’s Secret caught his eye so fast it was S C A R Y.

“Try this sweetheart, and this and this-” 

Yes, despite all your protests, you spent the whole day in the store trying on clothes for him. 

He enjoyed it very much.

Arthur promised he would discover something new with you that didn’t involved being naked.

How nice of him *chokes*

It was a tiring day for you since you did all the standing, changing and displaying for him.

But the night provided to be very rewarding hehe

If you know what I mean

;)

You know what I mean, why am I saying this.

Theodorus Van Gogh: 

He has a similar behaviour to Arthur at first, indifferent behaviour but very curious eyes.

You can tell he doesn’t want to ask questions but wants the answers. 

So you just start talking and explaining things.

He’s a little flushed because he would have told you to stop talking by now but he doesn’t since you’re informing him on everything.

Theo would keep visiting until you got tired and wouldn't hesitate to carry you back to your place and cuddle up on the couch.

Showing him how the TV works but he prefers sleeping in your bed because it’s so comfy and he can hug you.

Vincent Van Gogh:

“WOW!” *sparkly eyes*

Asks you about EVERYTHING

Holds your hand the whole time.

Also he apologises for always inquiring about everything.

Reassuring him that it’s alright.

Proceeds to go back to questioning everything.

Politely asks if you guys can go to an exhibition the next day to see paintings and saying yes.

Very gladly cuddling in your neck and saying how amazing everything is.

He’s too cute T-T

Vincent was smiling in his sleep because he got to discover so many new things with you and he couldn’t express how content he was.

Your heart is constantly melting as he acts like an overjoyed puppy.

He’s forever thankful to you and this will always be engraved in his memory.

Amadeus Mozart:

The pianist can’t physically hide his amazement. 

“Can we go to an instrument store?” 

Holds your hand tightly and keeps you close like he’s protecting you.

When in fact it should be the other way around given that you have lived your entire life in the modern day.

But you already knew that 🤦‍♀️

His eyes light up more than they already did when you enter an empty store and there are three or four pianos. 

Mozart let his fingers caress the smooth surface, taking in all the details of the instruments.

He’s relieved that they didn’t change as significantly as everything else in the world. 

Lowkey wants to buy all the pianos because he wants to try them. 

A very confused boy at attire.

And blushing at how more ‘revealing’ they are. 

He could get used to this.

Jean D’Arc:

He would be in silent shock, staying close to you and looking around in amazement. 

Jean would be pretty shy about asking too many questions, not wanting to bother you.

Reassuring him that it was fine, similar to Vincent.

Jean was somehow more considerate about it, not wanting to bother you with his inquiries.

Whispering questions and trying so hard to try and make sense of things himself, sometimes it works, kind of!!

Like Napoleon, he’s relieved the world is happier and fairer. 

It was a huge shock for him at first, everything was different, but he was fortunate enough to be with you.

Now he reminisces of the experience as a magical moment that will forever be engraved in his memory.

Isaac Newton:

Absolutely astonished.

He has so many questions but he didn’t know where to start.

Similar to Jean, he was a little shy about asking questions and trying to solve things on his own.

Being surprised at how complex things turn out to be.

Isaac has mixed emotions about knowing that the foundation of physics are his three famous laws. 

Because the world seemed overwhelmingly unknown and huge, he nearly clung onto you.

You locked your arm with his, seeing his unease but also not wanting to trouble you.

He felt better instantly and silently thanked you, blushing in embarrassment. 

The first thing you taught him was what a phone was and about the kindergarden/school system.

You reminisce about how he went along into town with Napoleon to attempt to teach children.

It wasn’t a particular detail he would have inquired about but he feels strangely relieved about it.

He was touched by the small details you remember about him and he keeps it in mind.

It was an unforgettable experience for him to have with you.

But something he does not want to let go is the bed, it’s shockingly comfortable for him.

Osamu Dazai:

“Wow, are you seeing this (Not Y/N)-chan?” 

“That’s not my name-” 

“What is this?” 

No shame about asking whatsoever. 

“Miraculous!” 

A lot of him grinning and praising everything and anything, including you.

“You’re delightful (Y/N)-chan, such an interesting answer!” 

“D-did you just call me by my nam-”

“Are you coming (Not Y/N)-chan?” 

“Nevermind,” you grumble, pouting as you follow behind him.

He chuckled, finding you so cute before cupping your cheeks and openly kissing you in public.

Dazai finds even more amusement with how flushed you are for a while as you clung onto his arm, answering questions with a breathy tone.

Despite his second degree humour throughout everything, he’s actually thoroughly enjoyed spending time doing this with you and becoming a treasured memory.

William Shakespeare: 

He was actually rendered speechless for a long while.

Which was unusual for him obviously.

But it was a little disconcerting for him since he always had something to say. 

You couldn’t help but eye him admiring everything.

Despite his unnerving silence, the way his eyes lit up was something that you didn’t know you needed to witness. 

It looked like he found something to look forward to in life. (can’t relate lol)

That thought alone made you hopeful and sad at the same time.

He was always very polite and considerate about inquiring about things. 

As in, he always read the ‘room’ before asking, wanting to stay in your good graces, even though he is already in them.

Finding the bed in your place being painfully heaven-like.

If he wasn’t as invested in learning about the modern world, he would totally examine and savour the beauty that is a bed.

Without you knowing, however, he would spend a lot of time studying you as well.

It was fascinating to him, seeing you enjoying yourself in your natural habitat.

Sebastian: 

I mean he lived there before so there isn’t much to say.

He does reminisce a lot though, all previous memories rushing back.

Just as if the residents were a long dream. 

One thing that surprised him a little was that he enjoyed spending time with you in the modern day so much that it’s in a smal, different compartment in his brain altogether.

Basically nostalgia but also happy new memories.

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[power-of-plot]

Your hero.

MHA S4 AND MANGA SPOILERS!

Soo.. i was mourning a character’s death when i suddenly had an epiphany of this.. drabble? scenario? imagine? idk someone plz illuminate me, i can’t tell the diference.

Warnings: None. Gn reader! :}

Summary: Mirio celebrates the return of his quirk with you. It’s short ik couldn’t think of something else, i need some sleep okay?!

“It’s been a year now, huh..?”

It had been several months since you received the distressing news about the loss of Mirio’s quirks due to a drug developed by the Yakuza, able to erase quirks from someone’s organism or rather reverting it to such point it was like it never was there in the first place.

 Even so, you could count with one single hand the times the weight of losing his quirk and his master had truly affected him to the point of tears. Why? Why him? When related to Mirio those questions repeating on loop in your mind were self-explanatory, it was more than unthinkable he ever did something to deserve having part of his very soul stolen from him, someone like him, who would gladly exchange his life for someone else’s indiscriminately. 

“Time happens so fast, doesn’t it?” Your forever cheerful boyfriend exclaimed from the other side of the phone. “Come on, don’t be sad.. i actually have a surprise for you! It will definitely cheer you up!”

“A surprise..? But i thought you’d be busy at U.A today?” You asked before hearing him snicker, laying back on the bench you were sitting on you waited for his response.“Today was pretty quick! Oh this reminds me, Eri says hi!” “Aw.. is she doing well?” “Yeah! Today in particular she gave me a very big smile, you should have seen it” Your heart swelled at the painful thoughts you tried to forget kicking in, it was thanks to him that Eri was able to smile.. he had lost of his greatest motivations and even so didn’t stop. “So.. what is the surprise?” “Heheh! You’ll never be able to guess so i’ll give you a clue: it’s something you can only see in person, where are you?” “Hehe at the park, i wonder what is it.. is it a..”

The particular way he giggled.. was like a good omen, it had something, it caused an unexplainable feeling in your gut about this childish game being infinitely more than that, you could feel it as he notified you he would show up anytime soon.

“Haha told you! I’ll give you the ultimate clue, if this doesn’t make you guess i don’t know what will: it’s alive.”

You could feel the answer at the tip of your tongue, eyes widening at the unknown thought no, it was forgotten, it was something you had seen before, something strong enough to leave a mark you would recognize even a milenia after. “Mirio..? What is it..?” The mood turned insdescribably tense before you could notice, his voice being your only source of slight comfort.

“Well you see...” Thump. You swore you heard something hitting the ground right behind you, turning around you saw.. a phone? It looked like someone had simply left it there, it probably was a bad joke, yeah it had to be that.

“I am the surprise.”

“Ha?!” You heard his voice, it sounded like he was a foot away as much so why couldn’t you see him?

“Down here!”

Inmediately looking down without a second thought your e/c eyes met Mirio’s.

 Whose head was poking out the ground.

That is his quirk. His quirk was gone. Eri was able to get him back to normal. Did they find a cure to the drug?! It finally happened. Lemillion’s legacy would not end. Your mind was floded with a plethora of thoughts and overwhelming emotions, you wanted to do so many things at the time the single body you had wasn’t enough, all the words you could possibly think of had gotten stuck in your throat.

“Mirio...” His name was the only word you managed to articulate as the lump in your throat slowly pushed tears through your eyes. 

As he used to, he sank into the ground to jump out a second later though this time was different, he didn’t yell a catchy phrase nor made any flashy pose to land, he merely stood there holding out his muscular arms to you while the wind moved the long scarlet cape of his hero suit. He was wearing his hero suit.. one more image of him you had forgotten.

Jumping into his arms felt like meting him again after an eternity without a chance to even say goodbye, indeed it had been, a part of him had left without warning tearing into shreds many strings of both’s hearts. You held onto each other like your lifes depended on it, your and his arms wrapping around as much flesh as they could, as tight as possible without it becoming painful, the warmth of your bodies eventually fused into a higher temperature as you stayed right there like statues frozen in time but neither of you cared, you craved his touch, he was eager to give you a feeling of protection he had lost even for himself.

“This means you’re going to go back into pranking me with your quirk, doesn’t it..?” You managed to chuckle in tears, judging by his shoulders shaking a second later he was chuckling as well “Ah.. you’ll go back to your patrols too” He gently loosened his grip around your body to make eye contact yet keeping the gap between you short by nearly putting his forehead against yours “I won’t be coming back to work until a week later, i technically don’t have the authorization to wear my hero suit again yet heh”

“You what-” His tender nervous smile was enough to brush off any concerns you might’ve had “Showing off, aren’t we?” “Haha you could put it that way, i know the loss of my quirk really affected you so i thought this could be a great way of saying:

 ‘i am here’

 ...in any case, i might give a hand to some people here and there to celebrate, after all one million is a big number i gotta do my name justice! Let’s go, shall we m’lady?” You laughed at his goofy chivalry as he offered you the crook of his arm to hold with a deeper voice, following the game you changed your tone and held your head up trying to seem elegant “Of course hoho though there’s one mistake i have to correct you of.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“You did do your name justice, you are one less step away from one million.. you saved me- from my sadness.” As you softly rubbed your fingers over the fabric of his cape you had in your grip looking at him with a soft smile Mirio took a shaky breath overwhelmed by your sudden claim.

That sensation of accomplisment, of feeling more complete after even with small trivialities he was able to help someone out hit him with the weight of a thousand All Mights. He bit his lip blinking back some tears and he slid his long cape over your shoulder to show protection 

“I’ll save you a million times more, i’ll always be your hero.”

*UGLY SOBBING* This is short but i really hope you liked it :”) this is just some warming up so i get used to post more frequently. I think it was decent for something i came up with at 2 am lmao

[mangolover]

Could I also get Luka with prompt #2: “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?” for the event? Thank you~

Hey, thank you so much for the request! 💖

And of course you can get some Luka prompt! I love him so much and I remember that I had an emotional rollercoaster while I was reading his route (he was my first,hehe) and reading Isaac in Ikevamp wasn’t helping.😅

Anyways, I decided to do an AU where the reader is actually not Alice the Second, but a random Cradle citizen that joined Black Army to prove themselves to their family, so I am really sorry if this is not what you wanted. Feel free to send me an ask if you want me to write this prompt in the original universe. 💖

But anyways here it is!

50 Followers Drabble Event, prompt #2 with Luka Clemence

If you wish to check out the offical “50 Followers Drabble Event”, press here

Title: Cloaked in Rain

Prompt: “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?” 

black army solider!reader AU

Fandom: Ikemen Recolution / Ikerev

Pairing: Luka Clemence x gn!Reader (kinda)

Genre: Fluff (kinda)

Warnings: brief mentions of family issues

Spoilers: just Luka’s unhealthy habbit

Word Count: 900+

Description: You joined the Black Army few moths ago with one goal in mind, to prove yourself to everyone. One night when it was raining you decided to train in secret in the courtyard, only to come face to face with the Jack of Spades.

As stated, this an AU where the reader is a soilder in the black army.

Also, reader is assumed to have some family issues that made them join the said army.

Also I am aware that drabble is supposed to be under 100 words, but I consider it to be under 1000 words

Colaked in Rain

You joined the Black Army few months ago, wanting nothing more than to prove yourself to everyone. You were always a bit of a black sheep in your family and when you heard that everyone is welcome in the black army and that your rank is not decided by your background, you joined the first chance you got.

You were hesitant at first, the thirteen spade leaders seemed to get along amazingly, but you would always see five of them and they really seemed like a small found family. No one cared about your social status or your roots and that made all your worries melt away fairly quickly.

But still, you could never forget your reason for joining the army and your biggest motivation. ‘Get stronger and finally prove everyone how wrong they were about you.’ So, you did just that. Any chance you got you would train. You would listen carefully to each advice you got and watched every officer’s technique, trying to absorb as much as possible.

You were placed in the king’s unit because you showed great courage and will to fight for what you believe in. King Ray was popular among everyone and he was often challenged for his title and so, you decided that you will train until you can take his spot, that was the sure way you could show everyone your skills and dedication.

So, you went against the rules and went training additionally in the courtyard every night you could, making sure no one spotted you. You would go in the far corner, cloaked in darkness, moon illuminating your long sword, making the sharp blade shine. You had your little routine by now and you were sure it was foolproof, after all no one suspected a thing.

And then finally after months of being away from your family, you got a letter from them, only it wasn’t really a happy and good one. They’ve written that they are not surprised if you wish to quit and that you can still return home and work in a family flower shop. But what hurt you the most is that you haven’t made them proud, you still didn’t prove yourself to them. And that upset you so you made some changes in your additional trainings, you decided to train longer and train every night, no matter the circumstances. You clearly had a long way to go still.

And curse your bad luck, that night you couldn’t even see the moon shining from dark, thick clouds that were floating in the sky, bringing storm and attempting to make you back away from your schedule, but you were having none of it. Still picking up your jacket and sword, you put the sheath in its place at your hip and slowly made your way to the courtyard, still hoping no one would spot you since it was later then your usual sessions.

It was all going well until you were greeted by a pair of amber eyes, widening when they realized who you were. You were busted and your breath hitched in your throat. You both stood there frozen in the middle of the courtyard, both soaking wet and both clearly taken aback. How come you two never met before.

“Sir, I-“ you opened your mouth to try and give any reasoning to your actions, desperately trying to find a way out of this mess, only to be interrupted by the Jack of Spades himself.

“It’s pouring rain, why are you here?” He questioned you with a puzzled look, and you eyed him curiously. What was he doing here as well?

“I uh… I wanted to train for a bit…” you stared at the ground, but it was not like either of you could clearly see each other’s expressions in such heavy rain. “I beg your pardon, but what are you doing here Sir?”

You lifted your gaze to look him in the eyes, but he averted his. “Please call me Luka.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. It was disrespectful to call your superior by his name. “You’re y/n, right?” he asked, looking you in the eyes.

“Yes, that’s right Sir Luka.”

“Just Luka please.” There was a blush on his cheeks, tell-tale sign that he was embarrassed. “You’re doing quite impressive, other officers praised you earlier” a gentle smile was now gracing his face and you felt yourself blush a bit. He really had a beautiful smile.

“You should go back or you will catch a cold” he stated with a more serious look.

“I am not getting in trouble for this?”

“No, but you can help me prepare meals tomorrow.”

“I would love to, but I have to train tomorrow. If I skip training today, I need to make up for it.”

Luka was quiet for a moment and you started panicking internally, maybe now he will report you to either the Queen or the King and then you will be in big trouble.

“If you want, you can train with me tomorrow for a bit around this time” he suggested, his voice was quite and there was a hint of hesitation in it. “I’ve been watching you train here for the past few months now and I think we could both use a sparring partner if you want.”

You were beaming with happiness and pride, the Jack of Spades wanted to train with you. You answered him happily, you were really looking forward to tomorrow’s meal prep and training session later.

You both stared at each other with gentle smiles for a bit longer, the pouring rain long forgotten before you returned back to your room to change in some dry clothes while Luka stayed to train for a bit longer.

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directors cut: oasis

[doing this entirely for myself, out of pure self indulgence lol] [this will be very messy/poorly organized and there will be spoilers]

okay so where to even begin omg..... we will start with the origins of oasis:

its actually, techinically a spin off of the world from this drabble with dino from svt. which the world in this drabble is what the world from oasis would look like very far in the future. but i changed a lot between writing that drabble and creating oasis. but there should be a scene in the drabble that is very similar to a part in oasis (hint: the first vision they got from saskila was not just a random vision with no meaning.......hehe)

but that drabble (its titled dreamscapes) was inspired by a mix of this post on tumblr about how nuclear waste warning signs sounded very cool and the book that i was reading called the children of blood and bone by tomi adeyemi

and then after i had made that drabble i saw dee’s (@/atbzkingdom’s) post about the time capsule collab, and i had a couple ideas of what i could do for it but i ultimately decided on what would eventually become oasis !! so i guess we really have dee and that collab to thank for this piece lol

now for the timeline of me writing:

so i started outlining this piece in the first couple days of january, and normally outlines take me a while to come up with just because i struggle in coming up with plot, but i knew that my spring semester of classes would be starting soon and that I didn’t have a lot of time so i just sort of grinded an outline out as well several paragraphs of pure worldbuilding. 

and then i started writing

and wow i was Really writing!! at my peak productivity i was easily getting down like 2k a day which for me is insane (for reference, i wrote 1k a day for tsiytt and i struggled my way through that) 

but then life happens classes had begun and my writing for oasis slowly become nothing... 

i really only found the time to work on the piece every other weekend, so i was really nervous that i wouldn’t finish in time (which technically i didn’t cause it was supposed to come out march 1st) but luckily i did

and at some point in february, i had lost so much of my momentum and motivation for this piece that i almost gave up on it. (at this point i was writing the scenes after they find the seat of wisdom destroyed) but again luckily i did not, but i personally can definitely see a decline in the quality of my writing towards the end (i mean maybe its in my head, but its sort of like i can see the loss of love for the wip in my writing at the end of it)

but don’t misunderstand, i still love oasis!! and in all honesty, i’m already considering starting a second draft to it, which is way sooner than i thought i would lol

also when i started writing this piece, i began writing it in the order that it would be read, but then halfway i switched to writing chronologically

anyways, something i learned while writing this piece, is that writing is a marathon. whereas, even with my longer pieces, i always viewed writing as a sprint. so as i start venturing into original works and more lengthy pieces of writing, i think this was a very valuable lesson for me to have learned.

okay now to the good stuff lol: [the first word of the bullet about the next chapter (?) is bolded for some crumbs of an organized commentary]

so this is jumping to the first past bit... but when i first wrote farah i had a very different plan for her character than who she ended up being. i had imagined that she’d be a lot more cold and a tough love sort of person. so that’s who i was writing when she’s first introduced in the flashback, but she very quickly become a much kinder full of love sort of person. but anyways i mention this because whenever i read that first part and the introduction of her character, i’m always a bit taken aback by how like mean here character is to crown then lol

also zoar !!!! its a terrible place, but i love that underground city

i also wrote the first flashback after i had written the scene where crown and chanhee are talking at his place in andhor, so the whole “fearless” connection was done very purposefully here since i knew how it’d be referenced in the next scene. someone mentioned this small connection in their reblog but i cant remember who 

also rashi is my favorite character xD

i personally think how crown and chanhee became friends (the running thing) is so cute 

this first bit of conversation between crown and chanhee when it switches back to the present and chanhee is giving them a tour of andhor is actually quite important to me, in the sense that its the first glimpse of how their actual relationship works and how they act together and just like their dynamic despite the fact that they havent seen each other in so long 

and yeah i think kyu mentioned this and a few others, but i love how awkward it is when chanhee and crown are in his home in andhor, cause one: they havent seen each other in years! but also: anyone else find going to someone’s place for the first time oddly intimate, like wow you’re opening up your home to me and now suddenly idk how to sit or stand or what to do with my arms... maybe just me LMAO

DUDE i struggled so hard with making it so that chanhee knew how impossible this whole mission was going to be without actually revealing that he knows about the mirror. it was so hard for me, hopefully it came out alright though. if anyone is reading this, did the twist(s) come as a shock to you? did you see it coming? or did it feel like it came out of absolutely no where and not in a good way?

yes i did name the desert after the department store kohls .....

i was so excited to explain all the mage types, i had so much fun writing this whole chapter 

fun fact: there was originally another sub group of psyche mages called dream mages who had like powers with dreams and stuff, but it ended up being irrelevant and really underdeveloped so it took it out

if anyone else was raised catholic or is catholic then i’d hope you recognize the names of all the relics.... i stole them from a prayer in the rosary whoops

it took me very long time to figure out exactly how the whole soul for the relic business would work, and idk if im a 100% satisfied with what it is/how it works/how it plays into rashi giving chanhee the locket

the note new gives crown.... the first slice of their friendship blooming, bro i eat that shit up 

this part where crown and rashi are talking after the lesson is actually one of my favorites. (like i said i love rashi, but i just really love her interreacting with crown, i think they have such an interesting dynamic and one that i’ve seen irl a lot between students and teachers, where the student adores the teacher... i’ll get more into this later) but moving on, i like it for a number of reasons. one: it’s the first time we as readers get to see rashi talk outside of her role as lesson master. two: i love crown getting this validation from rashi. it’s not really expanded on a lot, but crown’s magic is definitely a bit of an insecurity for them, in the way that they don’t feel like it belongs to them. but here rashi comes, this person that crown looks up to so much, and telling crown that they’re a bit similar when it comes to having magic. and surprising crown by comforting them. and... idk i just really love this moment for crown.

okay this line: “You call your mom Rashi?” is a lowkey reference to game plan,, if anyone knows what i’m talking about then please come clown me for nearly having the entire movie memorized 

oh, i also find the capital really cool. in my head the capital was always one huge building that contains an entire city but i realized while editing that i never really explained that, so idk if i successfully described the capital as cool as it is to me 

also the five friends part.....CUTE

when chanhee says “i know. i remember.” !!! girl i felt that line with my entire chest. idk why

okay wait this part: “But that knowledge seems to fall flat right now. Because despite everything, curiosity won the war.” i love it so much, its that tiny of sliver of hope that gets me personally

i think this part where crown’s pride is so hurt by no one telling them about chanhee’s healing magic is quite important because its a glimpse of how stubborn and prideful and headstrong of a character they can be 

also this : “ ‘and do you believe everything rashi says’ / without hesitation, you answer, ‘yes, of course’ “ this is another example of how highly crown thinks of rashi while growing up, almost to a fault. to the point where crown thought rashi could do no wrong. which i think is so interesting to think about when contrasted with the fight crown and chanhee have in the jungle where crown is the one discussing how rashi was wrong. i just like how much growth crown has had between all these years. and their opinion / perspective on rashi is one of the largest indicators of that growth. 

I also just really like that paragraph where shadow vs healing is explained... I think chanhee’s magic is so sick

oh also the names thing.... I can’t remember where I got the idea to do that from but im so glad I did. its one of my favorite aspects to this world, and it looks like a lot of other people enjoyed it as well. but apart from the intimacy of it, i love how the use of names affects one’s magic. and that paragraph where they go through all that a mage could do with a name. it gives me chills. just cause.... the possibilities

so many people have mentioned this line.... but I must too, so this part: “magic always comes with a price. this is new’s” ..... crazy

saskila scares me omg

again the first vision they see is not a random scene.... the easter eggs I planted with that mwahaha

yeah that scene where they’re outside the tent discussing who should give their name to saskila..... I love that scene chanhee’s “I don’t have anyone but you” and crown deflecting all that tension with the pinky promise and the saskila calling them lovers.... mwah

this random scene about the hot summer and laying with Farah and new in the gardens is another one of my favorite, it’s just so sweet

but this next scene makes me so sad

like I know what happens and I know that everything turns out okay but I get so scared for crown

yeah just that entire part after Rashi gets to them and when they’re going to the infirmary and before crown passes out... I love that whole part. i think i did an effective job of writing the gravity of that whole moment. cause it makes me a little stunned every time I read it. and I was pretty nervous about not being able to do that scene and that moment justice so I’m glad it turned out like it did

and again this line: magic always comes with a price, and in your case, it comes with several.

okay this part after they jump out of the ship and crown is talking to Chanhee but that other dude is talking too... I hope it’s not too confusing. I really wanted to show through the writing that this was all happening at the same time, but idk it came out well. like in my mind I have such a clear picture of this scene, but I have no clue if I did effective job of showing you guys what I’m seeing through the writing

oh yeah, crowns thing about dual wielding and engulfing the blades in flames.... I find that so cool. they’re so sick for that

yeah also the part where crowns hurt and they give Chanhee their name and they use it.... great moment, but I feel like my writing is a bit lacking here. i just know it could be better.

I think at this point of writing my classes had started, and again the disparity in writing quality is so obvious to me 

but the line where chanhee is describing how it all feels, and it says “chanhee feels golden” was inspired by daylight by taylor swift, theres a line in that song that goes “i used to think love would be burning red, but its golden” and like hello the parallels between that and crown’s fire magic.... something to think about 

so this next part where it’s back to the past and crown is getting in trouble (as crown does) but the part where crown is like asking but not directly asking for rashi’s name.... that part is so crazy to me cause it’s feels so out of place. but it was purposeful. i was trying to show that crown’s growing and that they’re at this weird age where they feel invincible. and also i wanted to put more emphasis on how being royal and the heir to the throne kind of effects the relationships crown has

and the last line of this part when rashi says “never abuse it” it gives me chills whew

the next part ... another part that i had high hopes for in the outlining stages of writing, but when it came to actually writing, this scene totally flopped, i’m gonna try not to dwell on this part too much cause i just know most of my comments will be about how much i don’t like it. but just overall, this scene could have been SO MUCH BETTER !

omg this little interaction: ““Look!” Chanhee deadpans, shooting you a glare. “The match is about to begin.” / “Wish me luck.” /  “I hope you lose.”” i think its so funny and cute

“ Your eyes immediately got to Rashi “ another example of how highly crown regards rashi 

“In Wurltan.” hmmmmmm sus.... *laughs in i love mentioning things that won’t make sense to reader until later*

okay this: “Yes, but not just any mage. I…” your voice trails off, pulling at your fingers and looking anywhere but at him. “I wanted you to know.” i cannot stand these two omg 

okay this part: “Chanhee thinks and overthinks the words spoken between you both. His mind drifts off to last night as well, that moment in the tent where you shared your warmth. He doesn’t even realize he’s staring at you until you give him a funny look. He quickly looks away and wonders if you’re overthinking everything as relentlessly as he is.” this part makes me think about what ina said about how chanhee shows his love by keeping you in his thoughts and YEAH chanhee’s love language in this piece is thinking about you and staring LOL

i hate this next part, not cause i don’t like it or anything it just makes me sad 

but this line: “Like if someone shoved you from behind right now, you wouldn’t push back; you’d let yourself fall straight to the ground.” i actually love that line

also this next entire bit i see SO clearly in mind, i hope i wrote it well enough so that you all saw it clearly too

when chanhee wipes the dirt.... girl i’m wiping my tears 

this line : “We’ll lean on each other.” mini love declaration sighhhhhh

yeah that whole part i love so much 

the seat of wisdom :(((( no!!!!!

so about this line: “He stares at his palms, at all the lies buried under each nail and at all the secrets shoved in every crack. He watches as they all blow up in front of his face.” >> i had like ten different versions of it before i settled on this one lol

okay so the first part of the last past flashback with crown realizing their true feelings... so soft 

news gone, rashis’s dead, :((( it makes me so sad

gosh okay this paragraph..... “I’ve always wondered why the gods blessed me and you the way that they have. They entrusted you with such great power. The only person to be both a healing and shadow mage in centuries. And then,” a tear falls from her eye, “they entrusted you to me.” Chanhee thinks this might be the first time he’s seen Rashi cry. “But now I have reason to believe that this was no accident. I’m beginning to think that the gods have always known it would come to this. And I’m starting,” she falters there, “I’m starting to spite them for it.”  it hurts so bad im sorry 

the first confrontation with harlan took me so long to write, and i’m still not sure if i actually like it, so again i will refrain from commenting lol

but the part where crown screams : “YOU LOST THE MIRROR OF JUSTICE!”  I think i told kyu this but this line makes me laugh because in my head its said the same way bella says: “you nicknamed my daughter after the lochness monster” whenever i see that line i smile lol

honestly this argument scene..... one of my absolute faves,,, everything lina said about it in that reblog just yes!yes!yes!! i can’t even comment about a particular part because all of it i love so much. its another part that leaves me slightly speechless.

but my favorite part of it might be how it ends hehe

these next couple parts were a bit diffucult to write because obviously the air between crown and chanhee is not very light right now so it was just hard to navigate their dynamic at these moments until they apologize but hopefully it turned out alright

i really like this line: “But this moment—with the scent of Harlan’s wine under his nose and the chill of Harlan’s blade against his neck—this moment feels nothing like those. It feels empty.” 

“ Chanhee just stares at you.“ -- staring as a love language exhibit b 

this whole part... chills bro 

“Chanhee exhales because for the first time since this afternoon he looks at your face and sees you.” -- exhibit c ....

okay wait another one of my favorite parts here: the spilled glass metaphor!! again please reference lina’s rb on this because everything said there... could not have said better myself. inspired by this writing advice by ocean vuong and yeah i just think the metaphor speaks for itself, one of my favorite lines (well paragraph) from the entire piece, actually from ALL of my works 

it was so hard to think up all of yumi’s different names, i was struggling

them talking about how farah will be happy to see chanhee...... how do i break it to you crown.....she’s dead...... awkward

red streak q! yesss. also i’m so sorry for killing off farah 

also kyunyu bestiessss

tbh this whole paragraph: “I get this overwhelming burst of honesty. As if what you both speak of is more than just a simple truth, as if it’s a commandant you blindly follow. What’s even odder is that I only feel that burst when you speak of each other.” Q stops walking and turns so that he faces Chanhee directly. “You speak of Crown constantly. And last night, when I met Crown, your title never left from the tip of their tongue. Humans are so simple really. We mention what we love.” Q pauses for a moment, bringing a hand under his chin. “Do you love Crown?” --i wrote it for myself no regrets

oh wait this bit too : “Quietly, Chanhee says, “I know.” / “Have you been watching?” / “I’ve been waiting.” / “For what?” / He meets your eyes. “For you.”” -- sometimes i do things that live rent free in my own mind

okay im so sorry for just quoting myself but this too : “ He sits back slightly. Shocked. Not by his love for you, but rather by how easily love walked into his heart and settled between his lungs “

lol the part where they try fooling q... why are crown and chanhee like this

the running !!!

yeah also every part after that... tears okay

yumi’s magic !!! its so cool to me, i love it so much 

i surprisingly don’t have much to say about the end... i mean i like it, but i just don’t have any comments. the last line tho... good one shawna

okay im done for you sake i hope no one read this lmao 

[smoll-tangerine]

update: january 2022

HELLO WORLD! first of all, happy belated new year!

it’s been a hot while since my last update post (the last “official” one being from april 2021), and believe it or not, this is still a blog where i just so happen to post stories written by yours truly. this is going to be a long (?) update, so bear with me please!

not to toot my own horn, my blog has grown tremendously since that last update so i’ll take this opportunity to say hi to my new followers! hello! thanks so much for following me and for joining me on this crazy journey, i hope you will enjoy your stay ♥ 

i unexpectedly went into a small hiatus from the end of september until december 2021. long story short, i’ve written so many drabbles for my one-year anniversary event in such a short period of time, that i experienced a burnout and had no motivation whatsoever to write anything. but as you can tell, i am back from the dead and i am slowly posting some very overdue stuff! 

i also want to let you all know that there is a jaehyun timestamp posted on tumblr that is very, very similar to the first chapter of my jaehyun just friends timestamp mini-series (which you can find here). i will even be as bold to claim that it is borderline plagiarism given to how similar the stories are (yes, i did read it), especially since an anon thought that the other timestamp was a repost or that it was a new account of mine. i don’t have any other writing blogs (tumblr), smoll-tangerine is the only one on which i post my stories. you can also find me on AFF, but i don’t post any of my NCT stuff there. 

no worries for now. the author has contacted me and they will rewrite the fic in a way that it is going to be very different from mine. they claim to be new to tumblr and has never come across my blog, so i gave them the benefit of the doubt. i asked that they send me a link when they’re done revamping the fic, so i’ll keep you guys updated on this. but also just letting everyone know that i do not condone plagiarism and i will not hesitate to call people out publicly and report if i see people copying my stories. 

i can’t give an exact date as to when will i post the fics that are on my wips, but i’m making tons of progress. i’m starting school again soon, so hopefully it won’t hinder me too much. you will have to make due with my short drabbles and timestamps♥ 

currently working on the following stories simultaneously:  - tabula rasa (taeyong x reader) - collab fic - pandora’s box (doyoung x reader) - collab fic - a promise of infinity (winwin x reader) - collab fic 

with an unexpected turn of events, i will post the latest chapter for you’re my wonderwall soon, whereas the first chapter of wanted for error is still a work in progress. 

[!!!] i also have some very new exciting projects that i will be posting about in the following week so keep an eye out! (keep an eye out for my wips too, i’ll update it soon!) 

thanks for making it this far & feel free to drop me a message in my ask box!! i love talking about anything and everything hehe (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ♥

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Hey, absolutely adore your work! I'd love to see a very christmas-y fic with pre-deviant Connor in which the reader attempts to incite some kind of humanlike reaction from him with all the festivities--baking, gift-wrapping, all the fluffy little in-betweens, hehe. If you end up not getting to it somehow/don't have time or motivation, please don't worry about it! (and if ya could shoot me a message or sumthin to lemme know you got this, pls do! tumblr eats a lot of asks for me.)

Connor X Reader - Traditions

A/N – Hey, I hope you don’t mind that it’s not too long. It’s really little more than a drabble, but I think it turned out okay.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Connor stood in the hallway of your home, looking annoyed as he often did between deviancy cases. You knew if you left him, he would stay there all night, trying to figure out the connection between androids and RA9; it was a process he had gone through since he first came to stay with you. Granted, he was supposed to stay at the station between cases, but it seemed cruel to leave him there, so you had offered to let him stay with you. Connor, seeing the tactical advantage of staying with at least one partner, should there be a case after hours, had accepted your offer graciously.

You stretched, feeling tired after the long day at work. You and Connor had just left Hank at the park, after a long discussion involving the fates of the two Traci’s at the Eden club. Quite frankly, after such a case, wherein Connor had spared the life of the androids, letting them escape, you had begun to question his own deviancy. Given time, you thought he might become more human than most people you knew, but would he be prepared for that day? If he did turn deviant, you wanted him to know that you would be there for him, but how did one broach such a sensitive subject with the deviant hunter himself?

“Hey Connor, you alright?” You asked, motioning to his yellow blinking LED.

“My systems are fully functional, if that is what you mean,” He answered mechanically.

“It’s not. I just meant- Well, today was rough and-”

“Need I remind you Detective I do not have human emotions.”

“Right,” You deadpanned, not believing it for a second. “You know, off duty, you can just call me (Y/N).”

“Would that make you more comfortable?”

“Yeah.”

Connor nodded curtly, “Then I shall only use your rank at work, (Y/N).”

“Great…” You walked further inside, wondering how to best help Connor realise that he was turning just as much deviant as the other androids. Whether he was affected by the earlier case or not, he followed you for the first time since he had become your temporary roommate. He took note of your interests based on what he found in your home, from the books that lined the shelves to the pictures that adorned the walls.

You flicked on the radio, which usually helped you think, happy to find that your station was playing through the classic Christmas songs.

“So,” You started, “What do you think of between cases? Other than RA9 and further deviancy, I mean.”

“Well,” Connor considered momentarily, “I wonder how I can make Lieutenant Anderson more cooperative with me.”

“Hmm? You won’t need to worry about that after tonight. You really earned his respect out there.”

“Really? How could you tell?”

“Because, you didn’t shoot.”

Connor’s brow furrowed confusedly, “But we failed our case.”

“By protecting a life,” You insisted.

“That was an android, (Y/N). Just like me, it wasn’t alive.”

You sighed, turning away from Connor to enter your bedroom. He did not follow, sensing he had disappointed you with his answer. You gathered a few supplies from your wardrobe, bringing them out with you and laying them out on the living room floor, all the while wondering how you could teach Connor that not taking the shot was far braver than anything else he could have done at the Eden club.

Wishing to ensure your cooperation in future cases, Connor tried to pick up the conversation in a way that might please you. “What do you think about between cases?” He asked.

“I think about a lot of different things,” You said, distractedly.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

“The holidays.”

Connor looked at you, as if waiting for an elaboration.

“Okay, well, I’m wondering if my family will like the gifts I’ve picked out, and if they’ll complain the wrapping isn’t neat enough again. I’m hoping we’ll get a lot of good snow this year, and thinking about making gingerbread men for Mr Cormaci down the road; ever since his husband died, he’s all alone and I could use the biscuits to invite him up on Christmas. After all, nobody should be left alone on the holidays, especially not an eighty-year-old man. So, like I said, I think about a lot of things.”

“I’m not doing anything right now,” Connor commented. “Perhaps I can help you wrap your gifts.”

You considered the proposal for a moment, and then a bright idea hit you. Maybe if you could show Connor the joy of joining in Christmas festivities, he would have something of a human reaction which would help him if he later deviated.

“Okay, sure, I guess I could use the help.”

And so, Connor joined you on the floor, wrapping the presents that were put before him. The two of you were complete opposites. Where Connor worked in silence, making sure every present was impossibly neat, you sang every Christmas song loudly, making a mess and often getting the tape stuck to your fingers.

As soon as that was done, you asked him to join you to bake. You helped him with every step, mostly so you could keep a close eye on him and see if he would show any human emotion. All it would take was the tiniest hint of a smile, a few hummed notes of one of the Christmas songs, maybe even some further curiosity about your own traditions, but he remained stubbornly closed off to you.

With that, you incited the next round of your Christmas game, asking him to help decorate the apartment for the holidays.

“Isn’t it a little late in the night for that?” Connor asked.

“Hmm? I suppose, but I doubt I’ll be able to sleep for a while, so we may as well do it now, unless you don’t want to,” You said, ignoring the tiredness that tugged at your mind, begging you to sleep.

At your insistence, Connor complied with your request, helping you unpack the decorations you had pulled out a few days prior, placing them wherever you instructed him to. He remained stony-faced as he dressed the tree, even when you let him put the topper on, an honour you didn’t give to just anyone. It seemed that your plan to spread humanity through Christmas cheer was completely useless. You wondered if you could come up with a better plan in the future but thought it might have to wait until morning; perhaps sleep would provide you with a dream that might help.

After saying goodnight to Connor, you excused yourself, leaving him to go into stasis in the hallway as you always did. Instead of going into stasis however, Connor stood staring at the tree that he had helped decorate. The slowly blinking lights felt relaxing to watch. They were so small and delicate, not at all like the harsh glaring lights of the city; for some reason, the thought made him smile. Connor supposed that was his integration software, but how could it be when there was nobody around that he needed to integrate with.

It had been a year since you had last got Connor to partake in some Christmas traditions, and a lot had changed since then. Instead of living with you, he had stayed with Hank for a while before moving into his own place. He had been reinstated to the DPD where the three of you worked on more than just android related cases. Best of all however was the way Connor now regularly showed real human emotion on a daily basis; he had earned that freedom after everything he had been through.

Connor sat at the table of his own apartment, wrapping your present whilst happily listening to Christmas music. He couldn’t wait till you tore open the green parcel to find a first edition of your favourite book; it was one of the last remaining copies, since books had went paperless now. Given time, he hoped he might live to see a day where the two of you might be a couple. He longed to sit with you resting lazily on top of him, reading the book together as a couple. For now, that was only a Christmas wish, but given time, he was sure it would come true. After all, without you, Connor was sure he would have never deviated in the first place.

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Spelunking

Heeeeyyyy, it’s been a while since I’ve written something, hasn’t it? Well I’m hoping to change that, hehe ‘^^

Anyway, I present to y’all, my first ever drabble for Alex!! Yay!!! I’ve been meaning to write stuff for the blue boi and his adventures, but... motivation’s weird :/ Finally worked up the energy to get it done though, and, if all goes well, I’ll probably be continuing this lil adventure in particular... ;3

Oh yeah, Alex is still an AFW OC, AFW still belongs to my good friend @artnerd1123, and y’all should still go check out her stuff if u haven’t already!!!

Another weekend, another couple of days Alex had all to himself to go questing. He and Lucy had some money saved up from odd jobs around town, so he could afford to go out to some old ruins that most likely won't pay off. He didn't care if he didn't find anything, he thought it was fun. He loved digging around in ruins and dungeons, even if most of the things he found probably held more sentimental value than monetary value, it was the adventure of it. Sure, it wasn't the grand adventures he had imagined he'd be doing by now, but they were something. Small progress is still progress. Thankfully today's dungeon was fairly close, he wouldn't even have to set up camp as long as he doesn't spend too much time in there. A small jaunt through the forest, and he's already there!

Magic never ceased to confuse him, especially where dungeons are concerned. How it just throws these sprawling labyrinths everywhere was beyond him.

Well, 'sprawling labyrinth' was a bit of an exaggeration now, as this dungeon wasn't much to look at. It wasn't there yesterday though, he knew that, so he was certain there was something to be found here. Even if it was just going to be another trinket to put on the shelf.

It was the afternoon now, the sorcerer having left early so he could hopefully be back before dinner. The sun was shining through the trees, the new dungeon having been seated in a particularly thick part of the woods. He sat down in the small clearing at the ruins entrance, pulling a sandwich out of his bag. Spelunking was no excuse to miss lunch. After the impromptu picnic, Alex picked his pack back up, and made his way in.

It was a fair bit more ominous on the inside, though still not much to look at.

There were writings on the walls, mostly eroded, fallen columns that served more as decoration than structural support, some broken urns, pots, and barrels that contained some pocket change, all and all it was more of the same that he was used to. It didn't discourage him though, there was more to these ruins. Eventually he found his way into some sort of great hall, and from the old skeletons on the ground, he could tell that something happened here a long time ago. One was particularly well armored, surrounded by other less impressive looking skeletons, with about a dozen or so punctures in the armor, some of them still filled with arrows or weapons. Well, something story worthy happened here... He eyed the bodies, suspiciously. "... please don't get up, that's the last thing I need." He whispered to himself, keeping the pile of corpses in his peripheral as he looked around. He never trusted skeletons in these dungeons, he's been burned before.

There was really nothing else of interest in the great hall, though he was curious about whatever great battle happened here. Whatever it was about, it doesn't seem like there was anybody left to write an account of what happened, which was disappointing. It probably would have been a good read.

After poking the skeletons a few times with his staff, just to be sure, the blue haired questor turned his attention to the set of huge doors opposite of the ones he came through. They looked much more impressive than the other set, mainly because, unlike the other set, they weren't torn of their hinges. It seemed like the doors were made of iron, and were probably rather ornate in their prime, though time has eroded and rusted away whatever the iron-working on the door once depicted. With some effort, he managed to force the doors open just enough for him to get through.

He was greeted by a throne room with an empty throne, and some more dormant skeletons. The empty throne caught his attention, it being slightly ajar. He walked up the steps to the throne, and, indeed, there was a door behind it.

"Why do nobles always like to hide things behind their thrones?"

Judging by the fact that the throne was never pushed back to its proper placement, it was either a secret exit, or a room the former occupant never left alive.

He slowly pushed the door open, muttering a few words and casting a small blue ball of light into the room, illuminating the glorified crawlspace. It was practically empty, save for the well-dressed corpse with a knife in its back, and the... rather ominous looking pedestal. The first thing Alex did was, reluctantly, turn over the body, a sudden clatter ringing out as the dagger in its back fell out. Like the others, it was little more than dust by now, half of the skull practically disintegrating at Alex's touch, but it seemed like whoever got them already looted any valuables from the body. Never lucky... eugh... He did find a key clutched in their hand, though.

He turned his attention to the pedestal.

Unlike the rest of the place, it was in surprisingly good shape, even though it didn't seem like anyone's touched it in a long while. It was made of a darker stone than the rest of the castle, with spikes adorning the edges, and a lock in the front.

"I guess this is what the key's for." He mumbled, staring at the black, rusted key in his hand.

He did not have a good feeling about this.

But dammit if he wasn't curious.

Slowly, he slid the key into the lock, and turned it, a soft click echoing throughout the dark chamber as the top of the pedestal creaked open, revealing a large red gem. It was a ruby, clearly, about the size of Alex's fist, and seemed to give off its own independent glow. The young sorcerers eyes were practically sparkling.

"Oooooh hooolllyyyyy sshhiiiiit..." His voice was awe-struck. "Some merchant back in town is gonna loooove this..." He reached out a hand to grab it, the red glow illuminating his hand as it drew closer...

... he felt a shiver down his spine as he grasped, staring blankly into its soft, warm glow.

He shook his head, looking over his shoulder as he placed the gem in the bag. There was nothing, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad just happened.

"... I feel I've overstayed my welcome..."

[dollofdeath]

me being sappy under the cut lol

I knew it was around this time, but I went to check and it’s been exactly one year since I’ve published my first JG fic and I’m honestly so??? I can’t believe this, really???

I remember when I first wrote it, I expected that to be it since my writing muse was so fickle lol but somehow... I just became even more motivated to write (*ﾟﾛﾟ) Not even while I RP’d was I this motivated to write haha. If SanHora is my art/music muse, t/oku is my editing muse, then I think it’s safe to say JG has become my writing muse hehe

I really don’t know what it is that keeps me going -- perhaps it’s all the potential with these characters, exploring dynamics and different aspects of them, or maybe even just all the wonderful people I’ve met and friends I’ve made since I started writing for JG ;w; Regardless of the reason, I’m very thankful

A year ago, I was wary of calling myself a “writer” since I’ve only really posted small oneshots or drabbles and didn’t write regularly. Now, I feel a little more comfortable with calling myself one, and feel like I’ve really grown a lot as a writer. I’m certainly not the best, and there’s a lot I can work on and improve, but it’s been a good experience -- not necessarily an easy one, but one that’s helped me grow

Creating a story is difficult and the process is different for everyone. In the past year or so, I like to think I’ve refined my technique a bit. From planning and outlining, making the flow and pacing work, creating a voice that’s still uniquely me while still being in character... I’m still figuring many of these things out, but I’ve gotten a lot of practice thanks to these fics and I’ll continue practicing and (hopefully) improving with them hehe

Because of personal problems and life happening, my writing steam has slowed down a bit, but I don’t intend on stopping any time soon! I still have many ideas I want to work on and explore, including other series and my original ideas, and I want to see them to the end (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

Tangentially related, but I suppose this also marks a year now that I’ve been in the JG fandom?? And that, to me, is important because I’ve never gotten so invested in a series so quickly, never produced this much content for a series in such a short amount of time. Even for my other main fandoms, it took me years before I started doing anything for them (although I suppose how young I was had a role to play in that lolol), so it just astounds me that I’ve been able to do all of this in just a year (*´･o･)

And like I said, I’ve met a lot of wonderful people and made some great friends since then, so I guess I just wanna say... thank you?? to JG for helping me grow as a writer and introducing me to my friends, to people who read my stuff because y’all give me a reason to write, and uh... everyone in general, for continuing to follow me and support me through this mess haha. Really thank you, even if you’re not following me for my writing or JG, knowing you guys are there means the world to me ♡〜٩(^▿^)۶〜♡

tl;dr i’ve been writing consistently for a year now wth