#again no event tag bc it's the next morning..... right........

[13elmst]

not to be dramatic, but sumi thinks she’s about to hurl. and it’s not from the wicked hangover from last night’s party, or waking up in some guy’s room on his really uncomfortable futon, or that she’s pretty sure that last night’s punch was spiked with something that just really didn’t agree with her. it’s because sometime this morning, she reached for the back of her neck and felt skin, as opposed to the polyethylene material of the patch. it was enough to jolt her from whatever the fuck she was doing, to start running with nowhere to go. and she tries to retrace her drunken steps, to push through the haze of what can only be considered as a complete blackout, and try to recall when she got the wise idea to peel the thing off.

all this searching takes her to hanbi’s room. there’s that pounding in her head again, as if some fairy godmother from hell is trying to tell her that she’s getting warmer, so she yanks the door open to catch evo’s vice president hopeful passed out on her bed in what seems to be a really… unnatural position. typically, sumi would practice more compassion and decorum, would tiptoe her way to the latter and poke and gently whisper hanbi’s name till she’d wake up. but there are more pressing things at hand, like where is her patch?, and what has hanbi seen? she’d done so well convincing everyone that her power was anything but a freakish shadow that seemed to have ‘wanting to rule the world in a really unethical way’ on its checklist, and there’s no nightmare worse than hanbi finding out the truth behind why sumi finds it absolutely critical to patch up 24/7. so… instead, sumi pitter-patters towards hanbi’s sleeping form and yanks the girl up by the wrist, shakes her awake with the same fervour she uses to “hanbi, hanbi, hanbi!” her name. sumi cradles her girl’s cheeks in her palms, not lovingly but in a bruising-imminent type of way as she yells, “wake up!” and “what did you see?” and “where’s my patch?” in rapid succession.

ft. bae sumi & @redlike's lee hanbi

[lxvemaze]

how you met bf!txt

pairing: txt x gn!reader

tags: fluff !!

warnings: n/a

a/n: when i was writing my bf!txt headcanons, i just had soooo many thoughts about this, so i decided to just write it!

more writing under the cut!

⚝soobin

okay, so since soobin is never beating the kdrama bf allegations, i have to say that ya'll bumped into each other in a coffee shop. like, you spilled your coffee on him, started freaking out over his obviously super expensive shirt, and he was just like, "no, don't worry about it. you can pay me back by giving me your number." AHHH YOU KNOW HE WAS SMOOTH ASF WITH IT. your first date was probably at that same coffee shop, too.

⚝yeonjun

okay so, in my bf!txt headcanons, i said that at the start of your relationship, you probably thought that he was too cool for you. which i still think is right, bc i don't think anybody is cool enough for yeonjun. so imma say that ya'll probably met at the mall. he'd 100% approach you first, bc again, you thought he was too cool for you 😔☝️ but then he comes up to you and asks for your number, and you're like "?????me?????are you fr?????" soon enough, you realize that he's just a silly guy that looks cool.

⚝beomgyu

beomgyu's was the toughest to think about for sure, but i think you guys probably met through a mutual friend. okay, here's how i see it playing out: you're out and about, just doing your thing, maybe walking to the bus stop or smth, and then you see a friend of yours sitting outside a shop or smth, so you go up to them, say hi, and they introduce you to their friend, beomgyu! who's just looking at you like ":3". and then you go your separate ways, but for some reason, he just keeps popping up at random events you find yourself at. like, you're at a different friends birthday party, and he's just???there???? eventually, you guys start hanging out just the two of you, and before you know it, you're dating???? you don't really know how it got to that point, but you're not complaining!!

⚝taehyun

with tyun, you guys probably met on like, public transportation. you start taking the train to work bc your car broke down, and you notice this cute guy that takes the same train as you every morning. one morning, you guys find yourselves sitting next to each other, and after that, it just becomes an everyday thing. eventually, he asks for your number, and the rest is history (●´ω｀●)

⚝hueningkai

for hyuka, i think he'd have to have at least known you for a while before going out with you. i don't really see him dating a friend, but i think you'd have to at least be like, a classmate or something first. whether this is idol! or nonidol! hyuka, i see you two being classmates when you're like, fourteen, occasionally working on projects together, not really friends, but at least somewhat close acquaintances. when you guys are a bit older, you ask him out. bc let's be real- hyuka is the type of guy to see an attractive person from across the room, be like "oh wow, they're really pretty", and then be too nervous to actually go up to them.

a/n: thanks for readingggg!!!! sorry if these seemed a bit rushed, i've been really busy lately 😭

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober 19

Kinks: Praise/breeding

The Perfect Jotunn Bride Part 2

Tags/warnings: SMUT, macrophilia (bc he's still a giant), overstimulation, vaginal fingering, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, no beta, Loki (he's a warning), slight dub con, praise (good girl), Spitting, monster fucking (ig), monster cock, stomach bulge, multiple orgasm,

My warnings are non-exhaustive and likely I've missed some, please read at your own risk. And Minors do not interact!!

Summary: Following the night of your husband’s return, Loki finds your notes on the Jotun language and introduces you to a new way of studying.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: did I only have 5 hours sleep and got back from work two hours ago? Yes. Did my phone post a fic I'm working on before it was ready again? Also yes. I'm very tired... so the mistakes are aplenty (probably). I'll fix them later (probably).

Translations are at the end! I used this little website so I apologise in advance if there are mistakes! Banners by @/cafekitsune

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Loki was awake before sunrise. The memories of the night before flitted in and out of his brain as he held your small form in his arms. You looked peaceful in this state; a welcome change from the worried, fearful or angry looks you usually sported.

Loki did consider pulling you tighter to him but didn't want to risk stirring you from your slumber, knowing you would likely be in a foul mood after the events of last night. His ruby eyes flitted to the corset in tatters next to the bed, making a mental note to get another that would fit a little better and look as equally beautiful.

After half an hour, he removed himself from you with a sigh, careful to keep from waking you. He'd not had chance to investigate you what you'd been working on and, after setting the fire alight, he reached for the nearest notebook you had left strewn on the floor, flicking through the pages.

Some of the script is random notes but other parts are words and phrases in Jotun, with colourful translations in Asgardian next time them. An unfamiliar warmth blossoms in Loki’s chest as he looks between your dreaming form and your notes, but a wicked smirk quickly appears as his plans for the morning change.

Loki treads back to the bed, re-taking his place next to you, discarding your notebook lazily to drape his arm over your waist.

“Wife,” Loki punctuates the word with a nuzzle into your neck, making you stir. Your eyes flutter and then you blink a few times, brows furrowing as you wake. Memories of the previous night crash through your brain and your eyes fly open fully, face flushing as you look over to your husband lying beside you with a mischevious gleam in his red eyes.

“Wife," He says again, voice low. "Have you been trying to learn Jotun?"

You attempt to gather the bed sheets around you, swamping yourself in warmth amd protection, but Loki’s giant cold arm prevents it. He instead looks down at you, waiting patiently for your response. Slowly, you nod your head.

"You know I can help teach you.” Loki murmurs into your ear. "And I can make it fun."

Your head tilts back slightly, eyes wide and Loki drinks in the sight. Your chest is heaving under the covers and your face is bright red at the thought of what fun Loki could possibly have in mind for you.

"Loki," You breathe. "Last night-"

"You were exquisite, wife." Loki’s eyes bore into yours and you feel as if you're shrinking, however, your body betrays you by making heat pool between your thighs at his praise. "And I want more. Especially now, knowing you've been learning my tongue."

“You’re so busy – I couldn’t ask you to-“

“We can start right now,” he purrs, his large hand tugging away the covers, exposing your naked form. Loki's tongue drags across his lips, and you remember just how well he'd teased you with it the night before and you shiver. "I'd forgo any amount of royal duties if it meant being buried in your sweet cunt."

You can't stop the short gasp that bubbles out of your throat and your eyes widen. You heart is running circuits, blood rushing heat everywhere. Loki’s words leave you skin like gooseflesh, your nipples pebbling at the thought despite your thoughts of him. You didn't even want to think of the way your pussy throbbed.

Loki seems to enjoy the sight before him, knowing you want more of last night's activities and knowing the effect his words have on your delicate Asgardian body. He runs his hand upwards to cup at one of your breasts rolling and tweaking at your nipple gently and you fight back moans.

"Does my wife like that idea?" He taunts in a whisper. "Being split open by your husband? You already wear my mark."

His chilled thumb runs over the love bite he'd left on the top of your breast the night before and he eyes it proudly. His eyes flicker to yours for a moment before he presses his face against yours, the heat of your skin warming his own.

Your own small hands inch up his strong arm that's holding you down, eyes quietly pleading but for what you weren't sure.

"Loki." You murmur to him as he nips at the sensitive skin on your neck.

“I’m going to say things to you in your Asgardian tongue and you will repeat it in Jotun for me.” Loki’s tone doesn't leave any room for argument and your chest heaves with a mixture of nerves and excitement. "Each correct answer will be rewarded.”

You press your legs together as another wave of heat flushes through you and try to look anywhere but at Loki as your cheeks redden with sudden shyness. Loki smirks and trails kisses along your shoulder and chest.

"Isn't that a good idea?" Loki lips gently kiss over your breasts, his cold tongue licking playfully at your pebbled nipples. “Don’t worry, we will start easy.”

Easy was numbers. Loki held you close to his side  to murmur numbers to you in Asgardian, ensuring you couldn’t move away. His free hand trailed over your body softly, at first.  After each answer he would shower you with praises, often giving piece of soft, warm flesh a squeeze before continuing to trail your sides again. Each time he’d squeeze, you found yourself making small noises, and by the time you had reached the number ten, you found yourself agreeing that this was  a far better way to learn than through children's books and notes.

When you reached fifteen, Loki’s fingers trailed down to your sex and tapped your clit, making you jolt in his arms. He continued to draw small, tight circles around the bundle of nerves to ensure you continued to whimper and grow more and more pliant.

“Good girl,” he cooed, kissing the top of your hair. “Isn’t this nice? Being rewarded for your good behaviour? Smart little wife.”

You can feel the dampness leaking from your core as Loki works his ministrations on your clit and you mewl into his shoulder, gripping his arm so hard your fingers ached. The brashness of your own sounds make you flood with shyness and shame. You were loving all of this newfound attention from Loki, even if you knew you shouldn't be.

When you reached twenty you were red faced and panting into Loki’s chest. He'd been horrifically slow saying the numbers, prolonging his torture of your clit. He knew exactly how to draw you to the edge and keep you there, before giving you moments of respite before bringing you right back to that edge. You were beginning to see stars and your pussy ached around nothing. You'd considered begging for his fingers, begging for some relief, but when your half-lidded, lust-glistened eyes met his you knew you'd get something far better than his fingers.

 "You've done so well for me, smăr einn." Loki says shifting to cage you against the mattress with his arms. His knees push your legs apart with ease and you gasp loudly when you feel the tip of his cock brush along your inner thigh. "Are you ready for your reward?"

When you nod Loki says dramatically. "Words, wife. Use your words." He sits back on his haunches and your eyes grow wide at the massive length standing tall between his legs. You swallow thickly, wondering how he'd manage to squeeze in to you... and your cunt flutters at the thought. Loki smirks down at you, pumping his cock a few times and then spitting onto your sensitive clit. "You know how much I like to hear you beg. Let me hear you say how much you want your husband."

Your voice dies in your throat when Loki runs the head of his thick cock from your spit covered clit, all the way down to your wet hole. He nudges it testingly with a curious look and you squeak a gasp. Your pussy flutters again and you can't think of anything else other than him being inside you.

"Come on wife," Loki teases with an edge of impatience. He taps his cock against your clit, watching you writhe beneath him in pleasure. "Imagaine how good it'll feel being full of my cum."

"Líka!" You cry out in Jotun, surprising both you and Loki; whose heart thuds harder in his chest. "Líka maðr!"

"Fast, wif." Loki huffs, rolling his hips slowly into yours. Your mouth is an open scream as Loki pushes into your tight hole, your pussy immediately constricting around his cock. Loki sighs, reaching a hand to toy with your clit again. You jerk at the sensation, his cool skin against your scorching heat never ceases to make your pussy wet.

You whimper as Loki’s cock finally reaches its hilt and Loki makes a loud, gravelly groan.

"Look at how well you take me," Loki urges, his voice breathless. His other hand goes to knead your breasts and your eyes flutter, glancing down. Loki’s hips are slotted between yours, his cock buried inside you as promised, but above where his hand rolls your clit, there's an obvious bulge.

Your pussy spasms at the sight, and Loki grins down at you, slowly moving his hips backwards and then forwards, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Loki." You keen, heaving breaths beneath him. "I- fuck."

Loki huffs a chuckle, dragging his cock out before plunging back into your pussy. He'd been correct before, he'd gladly avoid royal duties to have you splayed out like this on his cock. You curse louder than before, almost screaming and gripping the covers beside you; Loki would have been concerned if your legs didn't spread wider and your cunt didn't gush the way it did over his cock. Spurred on to move faster, Loki picks up the pace, continuing to lavish your breasts and clit with attention that makes your eyes roll.

"You're doing so well," Loki pants. "Such a good girl for your husband. I can't wait to see my seed drip from your pretty little cunt."

Your walls clench down around Loki and he curses. He moves his arms forwards, interlacing his fingers with yours before leaning down, pressing you into the bed as he fucks into you.

"My wife," Loki growls into your neck. You're a moaning mess under him, but you manage to turn your face towards his; your lips kissing haphazardly until you find his lips. Loki’s hips stutter and his moan is smothered by your lips - the first true kiss you'd given him unprompted, unlike the forced kisses he'd managed to manipulate from you at your wedding or for social aspect but a real, genuine kiss.

"My husband," you whisper hoarsely back, breath hitching three octaves as another orgasm crashes through your body. "Loki!"

Loki grunts, his fingers almost crushing yours as your pussy to squeeze him tight and he pumps you full of his cream.

You're completely fucked out and breathless, your eyes flutter when you feel a cool hand against your flushed cheek turn your head and your heart stammers when Loki presses a sweet kiss against your lips.

"You were amazing," he whispers, brushing away hair that's stuck to your sweat-sheened face. "I think we should study a few times each day."

You give him a lopsided, cock-drunk grin; the first genuine smile you'd ever given him. "That sounds good to me."

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Translations:

Smăr einn - Little One

Líka - Please

Maðr - husband

fast - certainly

[misc-obeyme]

"tag redacted because i got too embarrassed" HELP WHY IS THAT A MOOD AKSKD, I'M ALWAYS HOLDING BACK IN MY TAGS AND ASKS BC I BECOME SELF AWARE AT THE LAST SECOND (the things i must keep to myself about mammon-). My tags are messy and long bc i always ramble

you already know why I'm here !! To enable !! that line from barbatos is wild in the best way, and understandable why you'd go crazy 😭 that's me with the horror devilgram where mammon is saying something like "ya look so scared. You know that only turns me on more?" Like HELLO GOOD SIR WKWKDF OKAY FINE YOU CAN MURDER ME IF YOU KEEP TALKING LIKE THAT WHEW

all I'm saying is 👀 barb smut would go hard LMAO

Also!! I saw the other ask and 😭😭🥹🥹 wdym people like my story?! brb sobbing, I LOVE Y'ALL SM FOR THE SUPPORT WAHHH

next part soon hopefully maybe 😭 I'm trying to beat og before Thursday (lesson 71) bc i go on vacation next week with limited internet, and I've been working hard on the solomams songfic. I'M AT 3.5K WORDS ?!

I'm not even done is the worst part, but i wrote a kiss scene and got all embarrassed at 3 in the morning. these bitches are switches and it shows (i think)

AOKAY IVE ALMOST MADE IT TO WORK BYEE

- ✨ anon

I am such a rambler in the tags! Sometimes I can keep 'em short and sweet, but then sometimes I say WAY too much and I have to delete stuff. And in this case, I was like, I can't with this lol. If you all only knew the realities of what I keep to myself... but after my ramblings, I'm pretty consistent with my tags. I tried to keep them as simple as possible so I wouldn't forget them.

I swear there was another card or event or something where Mammon said that MC being scared turned him on?? Or like they were making out and being chased by zombies or something and he was like wow I'm so turned on right now??? Something along those lines. Which I find very funny considering he's usually the one who's scared!

But oh wow "You need to learn your place." All I can think about is a situation where Barb has a bratty MC tied up and then it's all- okay I better stop before I have to redact things again. But yeah that line just awakens the brat in me lololol. TMI I KNOW.

AND YES! See, the consensus is that we love your story and want more of it lol! Whenever you're ready to share the next part, that is! I'm curious about the playlist drama!

Also you would be surprised at how quickly words can rack up if you aren't paying attention. This happens to me A LOT. Like all the time.

The thing about this, in my opinion, is that sometimes you need more words than you realize because you need the space to tell the story. Usually if I'm just writing something short and sweet, it's a single scene, plucked out of time, depicting a very simple idea. But the second a story gets a little more complex is the second you start finding you need more and more words for it to make sense! I say just go with it, let yourself write as much as the story needs!!

Everybody in this game is a switch as far as I'm concerned lol. I can't help it, that's just how they live in my mind.

Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the writing process! Don't push yourself and don't be afraid to write a lot!!

[jokertrap-ran]

[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Osakabe Seiji Cast Story Chapter 6 Translation

*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist | Osakabe Seiji’s Personal Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Osakabe’s Route Tag will be #Seiji’s Star *T/N: YOU'D NEVER EXPECT THIS BC I CERTAINLY DID NOT *cries because Osakabe* okay screaming over, now for the real translator's note: A netsuke is a small palm-sized ornament that's usually intricately carved from boxwood or ivory, and it usually holds specific meanings

Seiji: Mngh…

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Seiji: (A violin’s playing…)

Seiji: (Oh… right. She ended up staying over yesterday.)

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Underling 1: Wow! I never knew that violins could make for such cool performances!

Underling 2: Miss! Could we get “Minami’s Bar” next?

Seiji: What are all of you up to this early in the morning?

Underling 3: Ah, good morning, Young Master!

Underling 1: Look! The Young Miss is offering to play any song we wanna hear!

Seiji: I heard. It’s a pleasant thing to wake up to.

▷Choice: Sorry for the ruckus

Seiji: Don’t be. I’d much rather wake up to this than to their roughhousing. Seiji: I must say, it's quite rare to be waking up to a violin arrangement of a pop song of the past.

▷Choice: It was really fun, and it felt like a recital

Seiji: Whether it be in history or the present, everywhere and anywhere, I doubt you'll find a recital as racaous as we have here.

▷Choice: So you’re a late riser

Seiji: And I think you're way too early of a riser. It's only barely past 7 AM. What time did you even get up?

Seiji: You really are a terrifying individual. I still can't wrap my head around how comfortable you are being around these guys despite having just met them yesterday.

Seiji: But I'm heading out for a bit, so you might as well just stay here and have fun with them for a while.

Underling 2: Are you heading there, Young Master?

Seiji: I'm off to the Iris viewing, yes.

▷Choice: Flower-viewing? 

Seiji: *Chuckles* I thought you'd say that.

▷Choice: (That's suspicious…)

Seiji: Why, aren't you a sharp one?

Seiji: It's a local annual event that also doubles as a social event attended by representatives of influential groups in the area.

Seiji: My grandfather was supposed to attend as the Kiryu Clan’s representative, but… I'll have to attend in his stead now, considering the circumstances.

Seiji: The head of the Shimoyama family, a bitter rival of my grandfather’s, is also expected to be in attendance today.

Seiji: I'll have to make sure to greet them in kind.

Underling 2: How reliable! I'll follow you for the rest of my life, Young Master!

Underling 3: Plus, he's really good-looking!

Underling 3: I'm sure the old geezer from the Yakukon Clan will be jumpin’ to introduce his daughter to you again.

…Introduce his daughter to him?

▷Choice: An arranged marriage!?

Seiji: He offered me his daughter’s hand in marriage once, but that's all in the past. Seiji: I politely declined his offer, but we all know that he's a persistent fellow.

▷Choice: What a surprise…

Seiji: Hmph… how touching. Seiji: He offered me his daughter’s hand in marriage once, but that's all in the past. Seiji: I've never accepted the offer, and neither do I have any intention of ever doing so. Seiji: But… that guy is persistent, I'll give him that.

Seiji: …

Seiji: …Heh.

Seiji: (L/n)-san?

Seiji: Knowing that you're always too curious for your own good, I'm sure this conversation has piqued your interest.

Seiji: So, what do you think of coming with me?

Seiji: As my temporary fiancée, of course.

▷Choice: Temporary Fiancée!?

Seiji: They won't be able to preposition me if I'm already promised to another, no?

▷Choice: Are you sure about that?

Seiji: Of course. I'm the one offering to take you there, after all. But do note that you will have to remain by my side at all times.

▷Choice: Sounds like a lot to shoulder…

Seiji: Oh? Says the little lady who is chasing after the lofty dream of creating the world's best Orchestra.

Underling 1: That's a brilliant idea! No one can say nothin’ with such a cute girl like you around, Miss!

Underling 2: We'll have to start preparin’ if you've decided to go. I'll go fetch the ladies!

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Underling 3: Ooooohh… Miss!

Underling 1: Looks like it was the right call to fetch the kimono that had been collectin’ dust in the storeroom!

Seiji: You even wore your hair up.

Seiji: Sweet. You look good like that.

▷Choice: You look dashing too 

Seiji: Why, thank you. I'm glad to be up to par with my fiancée’s standards.

▷Choice: Let me fix your tie for you

Seiji: You seem to be enjoying this little act. Seiji: In any case, being bold and having confidence is much better than uncharacteristically shying away.

▷Choice: Fine feathers make fine birds, don't they?

Seiji: No, I meant what I said. Just take the compliment, will you?

Seiji: …Right. Take this.

Seiji: This Netsuke is something that the mistress of the Kiryu Clan — the woman of the house, should carry.

Seiji: It would be odd if you didn't have this attached to your obi despite making a public appearance as my fiancée.

Seiji: The carving is of a lotus flower.

Seiji: Bound by fate, in life or in death — A promise that we will be together even after we pass from this realm, remaining on the same lotus flower as we await reincarnation.

▷Choice: How romantic

Seiji: Romantic? Well, I suppose that's one way of looking at it…

▷Choice: It's beautiful 

Seiji: Right? It's one-of-a-kind. Seiji: I'll leave that in your care, so keep it on your obi for the day.

Seiji: Shall we head out then, my dear fiancée?

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Underling 1: See you later, Young Master and Miss!

Underlings: Have a safe journey!

☆ ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♬Seiji’s Star♬◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ☆

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[nochi-quinn]

legend of vox machina season 2 episode 11: Belly of the Beast OR I said what what

"you came up here to sleep with your daughter" "I feel like I wouldn't have let it get that far??" you didn't know shit, scanlan, you 100% would have

not the flogger having an actual emotional significance

HOLD UP. WAIT. ZOOM AND ENHANCE.

kaylie: >:|

"burt?!"

you've heard of immovable rod get ready for immovable sword

of course scanlan knows how to slip ropes like that

MA'AM

leave him ALONE

"why does your keg say 'for animal consumption only'?" grog's drinking ivermectin

I do like the gold-amber-red gradient on the little fate thread

YOU'D BEST START BELIEVING IN GHOST STORIES

not the campaign 1 death roll

me @ the raven queen:

scanlan looking all despondent :(

like it's an amazing pose/expression, just. :(

the fact that vax really does see scanlan as like a big brother advice-giving type (which is maybe a little bit of liam and sam bleeding through but hey)

thordak: BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY

flashback to mica talking about thordak as a shitty dad

so that's cabal's ruin she's wearing, right? or is she gonna pick that up between now and glintshore

background goliath: "this better be good or I'm killin' something" also me whenever I have to have a conversation first thing in the morning

"please god tell me this is a metaphor"

"we need a good plan" "so…do you have one?" "have one what"

big "it's time for plan b" "do we have a plan b?" "no but it's time for one" energy

keyleth failing six stealth checks in a row

"I put you in this place" technically that was percy

"do not go far from me" HEY. NO. SHUT UP.

this whole thing originally took place post-thordak, after the timeskip when percy had a temple to the raven queen built in whitestone

"this isn't something we have to talk about now. or ever, honestly." mood

"it always matters"

"don't let him get away" I regret to inform you that that is in fact the one thing he will actually do

roommate: is that blood? me: yyyyup roommate, with feeling: gross

"take the plunge" I feel like he maybe wasn't being quite this literal, vax

the coffin pose was not necessary, you dramatic ass

I had to look this up, this is Courtenay Taylor as the Raven Queen, which knocked me 100% for a loop

like. jack masseffect? female soul survivor? in my critical role??

there are six fate threads connected to vax, one for each of the other party members

lays in the floor about it

ngl I did have An Emotion about "all the living share one experience"

I also like the idea that RQ has been scouting vax this whole time, even before the temple

also one of those priestesses was liev'tel and I will not be convinced otherwise

"whose blood is that?!"

and now vax is a born-again

"you…dig…there"

the little "dig" gesture

"he's not very smart, is he?"

interrogating the axe

scanlan really is tryingggggg

it's so hard watching this and knowing where scanlan's character arc ends up and just wanting him to be there Now

(someone on the tag made the point that stream!scanlan played everything as a joke until suddenly demanding to be taken seriously, which was a big cause of everyone's confusion and upset in ep. 85, because he really hadn't earned that kind of pathos. this arc is much more satisfying to watch bc we can see those pieces falling into place in real time, instead of having future events informing them in hindsight.)

they can feel the heat from that fire in the next city

petition for that specific pitch to be removed from everyone's sound libraries forever

passive perception too strong pls nerf

quick someone cast fairy fire

this is going to be an extremely weird sentence but I enjoy what they've done with environmental blood splatter this season

vorugal's ice blasts, umbrasyl's invisible stomps, they're just good

"I found out I'm the champion of the Matron of Ravens" "I found out I'm a father" "…you win"

the little look down at "the other way"

plus vax's face after

DRAGON HADOUKEN

the pupil dilation

"I didn't actually think this would work!" "it really shouldn't have"

"you leave when Scanlan Shorthalt TELLS you to leave"

love that the broom drop fastball special is just their signiature move now

(are there people having the same reaction to finding out Grog and Vex are married that I did to finding out Roy Mustang and Lust are married)

[magicalara]

I've finished ouran and I have 2 questions

1. (unrelated) but have you ever tried Kraft Mac and cheese because I bought some the other day from this random shop, idk it was imported or something and why is it violently orange??

2. The ending to ouran made me cry for some reason, what do you think the club would do once like honey and Mori came out of high school and they slowly all grew out of the club? How close would each of them be to eachother?

I mean obviously life gets busy with all of them. No doubt Haruhi has a flourishing career in something or other and Kyoya is obviously busy. I'd like to see the twins mature a bit and actually gain a bit of independence from eachother and branch out to different things. Maybe they'd meet again after a few years and find out what changed about them.

(Or maybe they didn't know about Haruhi, Kyoya and Tamakis relationship until now)

Also do you think any of them would eat the violently orange Mac and cheese I ate

Anyway Ouran over, Bsd next... I sense a storm coming....

And yea tag me as Briccy if you like! I don't really have a preference.

HI BRICCY

Okay first question:

Yes, I have had kraft mac n cheese lol. To make it short, sweet, and simple: it's violently orange bc ✨chemicals✨ This is America after all and it seems that that is our main ingredient to..well a lot of things. But also I don't like Kraft or even the god forsaken Velveta because honestly I can make better with minimal things I have in my house lol

And yes, Tamaki probably saw the orange cheese noodles online and proceeded to buy like five packs for him, Kyoya, and Haruhi to try and then proceeded to send them to everyone as like a random gift or something idk. Whatever the case may be, Tamaki started the idea and Hikaru always keeps some at home as he liked it the most.

Putting a read more on this bc it got longer than expected 💀

QUESTION TWO:

It made me cry the first time I watched it too lol then again i was also neck deep in crisis and impending debt bc my college didn't process my scholarship right and it was a MESS but that's a story for another day

I think that it isn't until Tamaki and Kyoya graduate that certain things drift off. Tamaki being at the center is, imo, what really holds the group together and him graduating is probably what hurts it the most. Obviously with Haruhi there, at least her and the twins' last year won't be void of Tamaki, but I think it's void of everyone else and that includes Kyoya. I'll explain further:

Honey and Mori as a duo stay close no matter what; they're family and best friends and Mori's loyalty will not have him leaving Honey's side outside of educational obligations. Even the businesses (I say lightly given what it really is) of each of their separate families is close enough to where they can probably work together on a lot of things. But when it comes to the others, sure they keep in touch separately but after Tamaki isn't physically at Ouran to head the club, there aren't a lot of group activities to do anymore. I think Mori and Hikaru keep in touch the most outside of Tamaki's mandatory group bonding and zoom activities and Honey and Haruhi with the same idea.

Kyoya, especially once he's graduated, isn't full into the whole calling and texting thing so if they don't reach out to him, he's not gonna remember to reach out to them lol. He cares, he's just busy with the whole family business thing. I want to think that his father probably sent him abroad too for at least a year during his studies and that caused a bigg rift as time zones really limited communication. Regardless, Tamaki always made sure to text him everyday, even just a simple good morning or good night and a reminder to drink water and sleep. Haruhi would try and message at least once every two or three weeks and they'd have long calls every other month to catch up. He only really speaks to Honey and Hikaru at group events but plays games on his phone like the farming game thing (HayDay?? is that what it's called?? idk but the thing where you can send shit to friends and all that) with Kaoru and Mori. Kaoru also calls every few months and they text like once every other week if they both remember.

I could make a whole post on the KyoTamaHaru relationship starting and honestly I just might bc, like I said before, after graduating, he kinda goes off and so obviously the relationship can't start then. I wanna say it starts at least three years after Haruhi graduates when Kyoya comes back for a longer period of time and Tamaki welcomes him back with such open arms that he both did and didn't expect and it's just a rush of feelings and he gets closer to Haruhi than they ever were now that they can have their deep talks in person and they end up feeling like home and fuck now I have to make an actual post about this.

Anyways, the twins try and text everyone equally but end up talking to Haruhi the most jointly and Mori (Hikaru) and Kyoya (Kaoru) the most separately. When it comes to university, they probably start at the same one to keep the theme of twins going strong but after like a year and a half or so, they find their own wildly different interests and probably split off. It was emotional for them and so hard at first, but they both were able to grow into their own persons as a result of it more than they could've if they just did different majors at the same universities.

As for Haruhi, she does her best to text everyone when she can, but doesn't stress about it. Her and Honey go on little outings to cafes and stuff and Mori will come along when he can every so often, but that's the extent of that. Outside of Tamaki at first and then adding on Kyoya later, though, the twins are who she talks to most. Either it's the three of them in their group chat or them separately, but those three are always. texting. each. other. She was one of the first people to get super close to them, after all. Omg can you imagine their grad photos wait I think they'd be so cute gasp waittt

Last but least there's Tamaki. He's planning all the reunions and has a stockpile of ideas for outings that they have AT LEAST once a month. Not everyone can go each time, obviously, but he still makes the effort to plan them. He has a rotation system for texting the twins and Honey and Mori too: every other day he texts one of them and then he's basically talking to them once a week. The only exceptions are Haruhi and Kyoya but he sees Haruhi nearly everyday so like duh and I already said about him texting Kyoya everyday so yeah.

All in all, Kyoya's the worst at keeping in touch, Tamaki is the one who talks to everyone the most, and Haruhi is the best out of everyone when it comes to giving enough time in between while still definitely caring (though they all care about each other regardless)

BSD hehe 😈 I can't wait to hear about certain reactions from you, and I hope you like it. I diced in head over heels to the point where I bought all the novels like a week after I started watching the anime lol but I've read already 6 of the 8 total and they are so so good.

[whydousernamesevenexist]

I was scrolling your blog to see whether you posted anything (why i check when you've already answered all my asks is beyond me but i always do) AND OMG i'm going to cry THATS SO SWEET AAAH tyy <3

"Studying is doubting your potential anyway" right so where can i hang that quote? New life motto thats going in the yearbook.

Ooo nice hot chocolate, sounds cozy! And rain!! What do you have to study?

I had training this morning (i do ballroom dancing but like more or less casually, no competitions or anything)(also i just scrolled through the countdown anon tag for half an hour bc i couldnt remember whether you know that about me yet, but i've decided you get to know now lmao) (also its interesting to see who interacts with the posts of you answering my asks)

Anyway i had dance training in the morning, and then i got home and finally got something done for that group project, and i had a ball from dance in the evening. I help out in beginner courses and it was a "end of course" ball, and the training is for extra performance dances that I do with a group during breaks, which i did today. I'm pretty tired you'd think i'd be sleeping by now but no.

Also i found out a friend of mine is pregnant!! I got to find out before most of the others bc they're being told by her husband next week, it's so cool. (I wasn't expecting it so i just stood there like 😱🙆🏻 😭, and that's on me and reactions) (this makes me seem old that i have friends who are pregnant get me out of here they're at least 5 years older i'm not sure actually dw i'm not that old🧍🏻‍♂️i'm only a year older than you 😔 before someone thinks i'm a weird creep for interacting with you 🧍🏻‍♂️) (this is getting way too long again but like i have this gag about being very vague about my age on my blog (is it a gag if its funny for exclusively me probably) but you (and your 1.5k followers) get to know bc you don't know much else i don't want to come off as weird 😔)

I have no idea how i always manage to get my asks to be this long, also i will never get over how i can't send pictures in anon asks.

I think this is one of my longest "letters" yet.

-Luan

<333 no problemmm you are really nice OuO

Lol that quote is not mine at all, I've seen it multiple times on tiktok :)

I'm writing a biology exam on Wednesday and Geography exam on Thursday. I don't know anything about either of them, but I will cook something probably :>

Omg ballroom dancing??? That's so cool, love that for you!

Also thanks for telling me your age <333

Lmao that's wild, I have like one friend who's an adult, so if any of my friends told me they're pregnant, I'd probably freak out lol

Good luck to her and her husband, though!

I love receiving your long letters! And yeah, it sucks :( @staff we want to be able to send pictures on anon please!!!

Sorry for not replying earlier, today school was really long :(

But my day was fine. We had PE and our teacher forced us to do some workout, so… just waiting until my whole body starts to hurt… and then we had two hours of Music, so we practiced some Christmas songs that we will be playing next week in a home for the disabled, and then the week after in our school gym for everyone to hear. Naturally, I, as someone who has played the recorder for about 11 years, am very proud of my skills (I'm not good actually, I just can read notes pretty well), so the teacher immediately roped me into participating in both of these events :')

But I will survive I guess

[kairakeiji]

die for you | hanma shuji

pairing: hanma shuji x reader

tags: established relationship, fluff...yeah you’re both running away

word count: 2.0k

for @sakusins - the plot feels like a cop out bc i know your whole love story with him is running away, but i still hope you like it lmaoo happy valentines darling i adore you <33

it’s two twenty two in the morning when hanma’s helping you sneak out of your bedroom window.

you check the clock in the spur of the moment, a bag in your hand full of all your essentials, stuff you deem absolutely necessary to survive. hanma’s got a bag of your stuff slung over his shoulders as his legs swing over the window, a smile on his face and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

despite living in this house all your life, despite sleeping and spending most of your days in this small room, it feels so easy to leave. you take one look back at your bedroom, the stack of books right next to your desk, the pictures of you and your friends hanging on your wall, you’ll come back for them, after all the lock on your window was broken. it had been broken since hanma snuck into your room for the first time, you smile as you recall the moment, scolding him before he peppered your face with kisses and fell asleep in your arms. you two went to extreme lengths just to see each other. with life circumstances, and strict parents you both found yourselves bending over backward just to spare a moment together.

but now it felt as you had all the time in the world.

it was two twenty two in the morning when you closed your bedroom window for the final time and climbed off the roof of your house to run away with hanma.

there wasn’t a single ounce of regret in your system.

“oh my god,” you laugh breathlessly as you both run to your boyfriend’s car hand in hand. “my parents are gonna kill me, they’re gonna kill you and then they’re gonna kill me.”

“i’d like to see them try,” he scoffs, stopping in his tracks and pulling you into his arms. “you’re all mine,” he smiles. “nothing can take you away from me now.” there’s a rush that comes when your lips meet his as you both stand on the driveway of your house, a kiss that reminds you that he loves you and that you love him, that this was the right decision, that this was the choice you wanted to make. you pull away with a smile before he’s crashing his lips into yours again. after months of sneaking in and out of your window, hanma didn’t need to rush, he didn’t need to hide from your parents who clearly despised him. he could love you fully, he could give you all of him.

and he didn’t want to wait another second.

hanma’s going twenty miles over the speed limit when your laughter rings through his car. the windows are down, your hair’s a mess, yet he thinks you look absolutely beautiful. there’s no set destination, neither of you know where you’re going to end up, yet he continues to drive, he’ll drive until you tell him to stop. even if the cops were on his tail, he’ll continue to drive until you tell him otherwise (which would probably happen sooner rather than later knowing you).

“i’m running away,” you laugh to him. “i’m running away.”

“hell yeah you are,” he smiles.

“i’m running away with the love of my life,” you say happily, and hanma’s heart skips a beat at your words.

“no doubts?” he questions, and he hopes you have none.

“not a single one.”

and he smiles. it was the first night you both had together, the start of your new life with him, leaving your old one behind just to be with him. it felt crazy, irrational almost but love made you do things like that. love made you fall for the delinquent everyone told you to stay away from, love made you break your surprisingly complex window lock just so he could stay with you whenever he wanted, love made you skip events just so you could meet up with him. you were young, yet you were so hopelessly in love.

“what do we do now?” you ask, voice soft.

and there’s a smile on his face as he replies.

“anything you want baby.”

“then drive,” you say. “drive as far as you can, let’s get out of here.”

and his grin grows wider when his foot pushes harder on the gas.

it’s three thirty three in the morning when hanma’s stopping in the parking lot of a hotel.

it’s not the nicest place, but it’ll do for tonight. after all, you didn’t have that much money on you, something your forgot to consider when you left home. yet the thought seems to slip your mind when you rest in his arms.

you’re more relaxed, hanma thinks to himself as he pulls you closer to him. his fingers card through your hair as he stares up at the hotel ceiling. this was all he could give you tonight, a small little room and a small bed that barely fit you both. he promised you the world and he was certain he would give it to you. after all, hanma’s always been like that with you. anything you wanted was instantly yours. if anyone was bothering you, he’d take care of it no problem. he’d set the world on fire if you wanted, watching it burn in your arms. he’s always believed that you deserved the world, that you deserved all the stars in the sky, but for now all he can give you is this small hotel room, a place you both can call home for the night.

soon, he thinks, he’ll be able to give you more soon.

it’s nine in the morning the following day when hanma wakes up the next morning.

he’s so used to alarms and waking up at the crack of dawn just so he can sneak out of your bedroom window. but today, he didn’t need to worry about that. today he could sleep for as long as he pleased. you were still asleep in his arms, cheek smooshed against the pillow and he can’t help but smile. you were beautiful, even in moments like this, he thought you were the most beautiful person he laid eyes on.

he recalls the moment when you first met when a guy was causing you trouble outside of your university campus, and hanma, even though he barely knew you, ended up beating him up. he still remembered the look of pure shock on your face. you were his classmate, at least when he decided to go to class, and you knew nothing about him other than the fact that he was often absent. he still remembered your scolding, even when you barely knew him you were still on his ass. yet at the time he did nothing but scoff saying that you should thank him for saving you despite the fact that you claimed you didn’t need saving. but you mumbled a thank you when you surprisingly saw him at school the next day. it was kind of odd how an unpredictable unprecedented chance meeting led to something like this, led to him letting down the walls to his heart just to let you in.

but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

his fingers gently card through your hair before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. there’s a small grin on his face, one he couldn’t wipe off even if he tried, and it only grows wider when a small whine leaves your lips.

“shuji what time is it?”

“good morning baby,” he mumbles.

and your eyes slowly open, smiling when you realize he’s right where you left him last night. there was no text saying he left, no alarm snapping you out of your sleep.

he was still here.

“good morning,” you repeat. “what time is it?”

his eyes turn to the small clock in the corner of the hotel room, “it’s around nine,” he whispers before he pulls you in closer. “but that doesn’t matter, we have all the time in the world.”

“shuji.”

“yes baby?”

“isn’t our checkout time at ten?”

there’s a silence that follows before his eyes widen slightly, “yeah it is.”

“then we should prep to leave right?” you ask.

“we don’t have to,” he tries. “we could stay here forever if you’d like.”

“the owners would kick us out.”

“i’d like to see them try.”

“it’s like you’re asking for a fight shuji,” you mumble rolling your eyes.

“i wouldn’t mind it if you wanted to stay,” he reasons.

“okay then,” you mumble, pulling yourself out of bed. “i’m not letting you kill someone on our first day together. we’re not starting our life together with a homicide.”

hanma’s got his arms around your waist before you can even take two steps away from the bed about to counter your reasoning before your phone rings. there’s a split second of silence between you both before it rings again. your eyes meet his, “who is it?” he asks as you move to grab it.

“my parents,” you answer, declining the call only to see hundreds of texts and missed calls from your family. there’s a slight tremble in your hand as you read through the messages, all the open ended threats, the questions that seemed to not need answers. they knew exactly where they were.

they knew exactly who you were with.

“hey,” he calls out, pulling you away from your phone before you can feel your fears spiral. “i can take you home if you want, we can pretend none of this ever happened and you could go back.” he really hopes he doesn’t have to, but it would be selfish of him to say that out loud. you always came before him, his wants were always second to yours.

but you shake your head, “no, no it’s fine,” you mumble stepping closer to him. “they’ll stop texting in a bit,” you say, cupping his cheeks. “shuji i want to be here, i want to be with you.”

it would be a lie to say that he didn’t feel guilty. it would be a lie to say he didn’t feel any kind of shame from taking you away from your family, from your old life. you gave all of that up to be with him, and in that moment he makes a promise to make all of it worth it.

but he asks again, “are you sure?”

“i’m very sure.”

and with that, his lips meet yours. he’s never been able to love you like this, to love you the way he’s always wished he could. every obstacle seemed to come in his way. but now they’re all gone, and now nothing could come in the way between you and him.

“but baby,” you mumble as you pull away, resting his forehead against yours. “we have to get out of here before the owner kicks us out.”

“okay,” he smiles. “anything for you.”

because it’s true, he really would do anything for you.

who’d have thought that someone like you could have one of tokyo’s most feared men at their beck and call? if you asked any of hanma’s subordinates they would only mention his more sadistic, cruel side. but with you, he seemed the complete opposite.

“so,” he asks as you both get out of bed. “what do you want to do today?”

you shrug, “no clue,” you hum. “maybe find a place to live, so we don’t end up in hotel rooms every night.”

“alright,” he nods. “sounds good to me, i’ll find you the best place that money can buy.”

“shuji we barely have any money.”

“so what?” he counters. “if you want it, i promise it’ll be yours.”

he’ll give you everything, he’ll find the nicest place for you to call your own. he’ll give you the world the second he has the chance because it’s you, the first person who loved him, the first person to happily call him yours, the first person who promised to stay by his side. he’d give you everything because you were the person he loved with his entire being.

thanks for reading!! reblogs are incredibly appreciated <33

[versadies]

hi dan! how are you? congrats on 1k!! for the prompt event, can i request libra + kaeya + fluffy angst in which the reader realizes kaeya is their soulmate when he lies, on a very stressful day for both of them, about them never being a bother when they need a favor, so reader starts avoiding him bc they become unsure on how to act around him? either hc or drabble is fine. thank you so much! have a great day!

bothersome (hc scenario)

penpal: i'm doing fine (other than getting ready for school in a few weeks), hope this is to ur liking anon ! have a great day as well <<3

prompt: libra the scale, lie-tattoo soulmate au

pairing/s: kaeya x gn!reader

sypnosis: hc on how you avoiding kaeya after finding out he’s your soulmate.

includes: fluff/slight-angst, short fic, mentions of alcohol, reader overthinking, mentions of injuries

you need a drink. immediately.

when being assigned to a high class commission for the first time, you honestly thought things will go smoothly, even with reckless pallad tagging along.

but then the two of you came across to three ruin guards, causing you to be ditched by pallad and left you alone to deal with the three mechanics.

by the time you came back to mondstadt, you were filled with bandages covering your bruises and injuries littered all over your body, earning concerned stares from people as you pass by.

you could care less from the attention you received, all that was running through your mind is that you weren't able to complete a once-in-a-lifetime commission and missed your opportunity.

katheryne was more than happy to at least reward you for slaying the three ruin guards that was apparently a commission. despite getting paid by the end of the day, you were still disappointed.

as soon as you claimed your rewards from katheryne, you immediately took a visit to angel's share, hoping to find a certain man to chat with.

your eyes brightens when you spotted kaeya sitting on one of the stools in front of the counter.

"hey," you called, causing kaeya to look at you as he watches you sitting down beside him.

"rough day?" he asks with a teasing grin, gesturing your treated wounds. "how was it?"

you let out a sigh, quietly asking charles to give you your usual drink. "the commission? what can i say if i didn't do it at all?"

kaeya pats your shoulder reassuringly, taking a sip of his drink before putting it down. "care to entertain me with the details?" he asks.

"ruin guards." you said nonchalantly, thanking charles– who gave you your drink. "they all suddenly appeared and my partner ditched me."

he sighs dramatically in response. "what a coward."

you nodded in agreement. "indeed. what about you? got a rough day too?"

kaeya simply shrugs in response. "that's for you to not find out and for me to only know." he replied, swirling his drink around.

you stayed silent for a while, looking down at your glass with a blank look on your face.

now that you think about it, there was one certain commission with a generous reward that you could ask katheryne to let you do– not to mention the fact that with kaeya's help, you can definitely finish this commission in no time.

"say kaeya," you look at the calvary captain curiously, your eyes lands on his. "you don't mind if i ask you a favor, right?"

"are we going to bury or burn the body?" he asks jokingly.

he lets out a light laugh when he sees you rolling your eyes at his joke. "i'm merely jesting. you don't have to worry about being bothersome to me, you can always ask me for a favor."

you smile gratefully at your friend. "you have my thanks, kaeya."

as the both of you continue chatting the night away while enjoying your drink, you couldn't help but notice an itch in your covered arm, your hand constantly scratching on the bandage with irritation.

it wasn't until you removed the bandages the next day when you realized why it was itchy.

you were sure the words imprinted on your arm would haunt you for a while.

"you don't have to worry about being bothersome to me, you can always ask me for a favor."

you stared at the words on your arm for a while, unsure how to feel with your recent discovery. surely this was just a coincidence, right? but what if it wasn't–?

does this mean.. he finds you bothersome and annoying?

you frowned, your hands brushing against the tattoo whilst ignoring the pain from its touch. perhaps you should avoid him and not bother him unless necessary.

you let out a sigh, grabbing the new bandages you got from the cathedral and start wrapping it around your injuries, the thoughts about kaeya's true feelings about you never left your mind.

since then, you started avoiding areas where you know you'll encounter the man, whether it'd be angel's share, the knights of favonius headquarters, and even the entrance of mondstadt, deciding to go to the right entrance of the city and go to katheryne from there during the morning.

you were quite proud that you managed to get away from the calvary captain's sight, not minding the new change of routes and the hindrances you had to do in order to avoid kaeya like a plague.

this went on for a week. you no longer heard of the man and he the same. every time you see at least one glance of his familiar figure, you would immediately head to the opposite direction, ignoring him calling out your name should he notice your presence nearby. you're honestly grateful he didn't try to chase you.

even though you're okay with avoiding him, you couldn't stop your head from thinking about kaeya, wondering if he's now happy that you're no longer bothering him.

it didn't help that you've been debating with yourself on whether or not you should tell kaeya, a person who finds his own soulmate bothersome, that you're his soulmate.

deep down, you knew it was best to tell him, he deserves to know after all. besides, it's not like the world will end if you tell him, right?

you were simply walking around windwail highland– looking for certain items for a commission when you spotted him standing not too far away.

your breath hitches when you see him looking at you direction, spotting you right away. oh crap.

without another thought, you immediately turned away and started jogging to the opposite direction, praying to barbatos that kaeya isn't followin–

"my, i didn't know you'd be a slow runner." you felt your heart jump from kaeya's sudden voice, causing you to stop your tracks in surpirse when you see kaeya jogging alongside you and stopped as well.

he chuckles at your reaction, crossing his arms with a stilled-grin plastered on his face. "so now you're not running away from me anymore?"

you tried to walk away after those words, only for kaeya to suddenly grip your wrist and stop you from going anywhere.

"what do you want, kaeya?" you ask calmly, trying not to look at the man behind you as you stare at the direction ahead.

his grip on your wrist didn't falter. "care to tell me why you're suddenly avoiding me like i'm a plague? did i say something wrong?" he asks.

"it's not that."

you stayed silent, now unsure what to say. you knew that you'd expose yourself right away the moment you lie in front of his face.

you then sighed, looking down at the ground in defeat. it's now or never.

"am i... a bother to you, kaeya?" you questioned, scared of his response. will he lie again?

his grin faltered, taken back by surprise from your question. "what?"

you turn behind to look at kaeya, causing him to let go of your wrist. "i... i need you to be honest with me. am i a bother to you?"

you watched as kaeya stayed silent, looking at you with a serious look. "what made you think of such thing–?"

"remember when i asked you if you wouldn't mind me asking you a favor?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. "do you remember what you said to me during that night?"

before kaeya could say anything, you slowly raise your arm to his eye level and lifted up your sleeves, showing him the exact words that he remembered saying on that night.

his grin completely disappeared.

"when i saw this the day after that, i had so many things to think about. i thought i should be happy that you're my soulmate– but why did... why did it had to be because of this lie?"

"y/n i–"

"i avoided you because i thought you think of me as a hindrance to you and i didn't.. i didn't want to bother you and your duty as the calvary captain." you explained, your shoulders slumped. "but i kept thinking if i told you that i'm your soulmate, you would've been disappo–"

your eyes widens when you felt his arms wrapping around you out of nowhere.

"i'm not disappointed that you're my soulmate, y/n." he said, hugging you in comfort. "if anything, i'm... relieved."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "what about... what about the favor? why did you lie–"

"i lied because it was a stressful day for me as well," he clarified. "yes, i did find favors bothersome at that time, but i never find you bothersome, so i had no choice but to say i'm okay with your favors because it's from you."

you felt yourself slowly relaxed when you didn't feel any itchy feeling around your body, letting out a sigh in relief as you continue to let kaeya hug you to his content.

"so does this mean.. you want me as your soulmate?" you ask hesitantly.

he smiles genuinely for the first time, holding onto you tighter and nodded.

"yes."

[jikookpancakes]

JIKOOK FIC RECS that no one asked for (2021)

but im giving anyway because THE TALENT IN THIS FANDOM IS INSANE

long post incoming!! this is probably just part 1 because i wont stop reading anytime soon so i’m inserting that link just in case i do make another one in the future

What’s a Soul Really Worth, Anyway? by thisneedsmorefilth - 130k words, fantasy, demon!jm, witch!jk, listen, this and the next one are my top 2 jikook fics of all time, so well-written, plot so exciting legit reads like a book, better than a lot of books tbh, the world-building is INSANE, jungkook and the gang accidentally summon demon!jimin and chaos ensue, especially for jungkook...and you know why!!!, so funny, angsty, cried so much, happy ending but listen to me: you gotta read the sequel too, YOU GOTTA.

Militat Omnis Amans: The Beginnings by edaen - 92k words, fantasy, werewolf!jk, vampire!jm, forbidden love, super slow burn but super worth it, JIKOOK IN THIS IS MY FAVORITE JIKOOK IN ANY FIC EVER EVER EVER, this is the ultimate all or nothing will freeze hell over for the other kind of love, and the way this is written is just so... how do i describe it. like you can just tell the author wanted to be very realistic with their feelings. you’ve seen the word count, this is SLOW burn. like you will legit feel their struggle to just be able to love each other and while it hurts, it’s also SO GLORIOUS. i love this one so much and if you like reading angst with happy ending but like cranked up to 200% then read this. bonus feels if you read the whole series

Until Dawn (series) by edaen - this is the long series where the previous one above is part of. highly rec if you love fantasy and you wanna read about bts being a rag tag group of supernatural beings fighting evil yay. also it makes the above fic more satisfying because you see more of jikook just being tgt and in love (with bonus angst because of course)

7 Signs by NamHyora - 27k words, secret spies au, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm who is always used as a raven in their operations aka they use jimin and his attractive self to attract people and gather information or acquire targets and all that spy stuff, and his bestie alpha jk is not too happy about it hehe, friends to lovers, iove this one so much i wish it was longer but i think the author is planning to write a sequel!

Drop Like Confetti by annie_vi - 110k words, ceo!jk, age difference, age swap, ahhh i love this fic so much cause jimin smart and mature and has this no bs attitude, and he can keep up with jk despite the age gap and the difference in status/experiences, jk sexy dilf in this one eheh, i love it cause the drama/angst tackles a very real concern for such couples, like there’s no angst just for the sake of having angst, it really makes sense where they’re both coming from, they’re so whipped for eo too so love that for me

Fold it Up Like Origami by annie_vi - 99k words, gamer!jk, model!jm, same author as above and jk is so boyfriend goals in this one and in all this author’s fics in general like wow my standards are so high now i will legit be single forever just reading jikook fics (with no regrets), secret relationship due to their celeb status, well-written as usual, dialogues/banter in this author’s fics are just YES

The Tournament by kinkmins - 34k words, prince!jm, bodyguard!jk, abo, i’ll paste part of the summary here “Prince Jimin gets ready to hold a tournament where 50 alphas compete for a chance to court him, his father the king hires a new bodyguard who is a little too blunt and a little too talkative.“, i really love this oneeeee

Screwed Up and Brilliant by annie_vi - 113k words, escort!jk, jimin needed a date for a work event and in comes jungkook, escort extraordinaire with a no sex rule and jimin is just dasdkjfhasl, a lot of that “is this real or is he just acting” kinda angst, fluff smut angst

Like Everything Glows by annie_vi - 180k words, merman!jm, aquatic vet!jk, ok this is like my 4th rec from this author just read all their fics you’re welcome, this is their first fantasy fic but soso good, i rec’d this to someone who doesn’t really read fics and she really loved it and said “their love is so pure hhh”, she’s right

Track one: I love you by honeydice - 30k words, they’re “just” best friends, lots of pining it hurts, there’s some yoonmin and mentioned past jinmin in this so just noting in case, angst, denial of feelings, siiiiigh

InYou by edaen - 4k words, pwp :), abo, the morning after jikook mating, more sexytimes ensue + fluff

Falling For You Again by Rose_gold715 - 30k words, amnesia au, jk forgets about jimin and idk just something about this hits right in the feels. btw i don’t support the jk hated jm before in real life agenda so i don’t like this fic for that reason but i like this fic because i love me some good painful angst with happy ending.

The President’s Son by AmeliaBedelia - 55k words, bodyguard!jk, president’s son!jm, jk is assigned to shadow jm bc his life is under threat, and things develop :), jm is jk’s gay awakening :) :)

A Touch of Sin by pettey - 102k words, fantasy au, police officer!jk, supernatural!jm, shamanism, LOOK AT THE RANGE OF JIKOOK WRITERS YALL, this is such an interesting concept, so different from every other fic i’ve read, really well-written, sometimes you come across fics and you cant help but go “someone out there rly blessing me with this art for free”

Tears to the Tide by haromame - 65k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, honestly there’s not a lot of abo elements it’s focused more on jungkook having ptsd as he just came from war, established relationship jikook, he comes back home to jimin and things have just... changed. except their love ok THEY LOVE EO SO MUCH this made me cry so f much ugh so good tho.

Zero Hour by edaen - 5k words, canon compliant, a little drabble based around rosebowl jikook, it’s part of a series/collection of canon compliant jikook so if you’re looking for more canon compliant here you go!!, also if you can’t tell already i tend to like several things from a single author, i haven’t read their other fics im legit saving for sad days but i am confident enough to say their other fics are also rec-worthy.

Wonder by wordcouture - 7k words, im sorry in advance, mcd :( pls take care of yourself, i don’t like sad endings ok i don’t, but this is so popular and i was like, ok let’s see what the hype is all about, i get it now, :((((((((((((((((((((, well-written tho, bc the author will manage to crush your heart in just 7k words ha ha

The Omega Revolution by PinkBTS  - 158k words, abo, alpha!jk omega!jm, dystopian au, the hunger games more specifically mockingjay vibes, angst with happy ending but there’s some...things... lost along the way and i think that’s realistic for a dystopian war au, well-written

Blind Switch - 226k words, jockey!jk, rich spoiled brat!jm, jm gets exiled to his grandparents ranch where he meets jk yeehaw, im sorry for the yeehaw, anyway fluff smut angst enemies friends to lovers hurt/comfort slow burn happy ending, all the good stuff, ugh jk so boyfriend goals, also the amount of fluff in the later chapters thank u writer

Finally by Rose_gold715 - 12k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, angst with happy ending, jikook mate out of convenience and jimin runs away from jk and his pack feeling unloved and outcasted, but jungkook goes after him :((

Park Jimin’s Guide to Good Housekeeping by Ashlyn17 - 235k words, fantasy au, when i say jikook has the best fic writers i mean jikook has the best fic writers because THE WORLD-BUILDING in this one?, THE PLOT TWIST?, yesyesyes, jungkook is a powerful fae and jimin is assigned to be his housekeeper hehe, listen my entire fic rec has several that could be great netflix shows and this is definitely one of them

A Spell That Reminds Me of Your Name by Chimneycricket - 42k words, wizards!au, enemies to friends to lovers and the development felt natural, well-written plus the author sometimes makes art of their fics and other jikook fics and posts on twitter, both their fics and art are so good, i’ve heard good stuff about their other fics too :)

that’s it for now!

just a quick one about my preferences: idc about tops/bottoms, i read just about anything but i prefer fantasy and multi-chaptered fics, i love established relationship jikook so hmu with recs anytime, i don’t like reading anything with cheating and mcd, i love fics where jk and jm are just so friggin in love they are just IT for eo, and at the end of the day even if there are elements to the fics i wouldn’t normally read, as long as they’re well-written then i’m all for it

[fireflykaizoku]

Lari babeeeeeeyyy ♥ Could I please get a sweet boy Corazon coffee shop au bc I'm just a barista who loves coffee shop aus... ♥ thank you my darling

aceee my loveee! ❤ Of course! Cora needs more love 😭❤ i love this clumsy man I hope you like it!

Less than twenty minutes and you’d be ready to go home after a long day. Sometimes, it was hard to tell which was more difficult: some of the customers or your coworkers and manager. But just a few minutes and… Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard clients going inside the, until then, empty coffee shop. You sighed.

Trying your best to hide your unamused face, you greeted the two men with a smile. One of them was a man with a wide smile, blonde, very tall and very good looking, to say at least. Next to him, there was another man, with dark hair, tattoos and a frown.

— Good evening, how can I help you? — you asked, looking at the clock seeing you’d have to stay longer than you wanted to.

— I’ll want an espresso and… — the shorter guy said, and glanced at the other man. — What about you, Corazon?

Seemed like “Corazon” has never been to a coffee shop before, by the time he took looking at the menu, and taking too much of your time too. He also kept asking questions, like what was the difference between a latte and a cappuccino. The blonde also wanted to know what you recommended. His voice was deep, and it was beautiful. If it wasn’t so late, you’d be able to hear him ask about every beverage patiently.

“I recommend you ordering quickly so I can go home soon”, you thought. But you simply smiled and suggested something from the menu. He still didn’t seem sure, until his friend (or son? Or boyfriend?) started to hurry him up, telling him not to get any hot drinks. He ended up ordering a caramel frappe. You wrote their names on each cup, Law and Rosinante.

You were hoping they’d get their coffee and drink somewhere else, but instead, they sat on a table near the door.

They kept talking, while you took care of a few things you needed to before closing, and soon enough you understood why the Rosinante wasn’t allowed to have a hot drink. You heard the noise of something falling, someone say “shit” and another voice say “Corazon!” When you looked, the man had dropped his drink all over his clothes. You rushed to give them some napkins and clean the floor.

— I’m so sorry… — he looked at the tag placed on your shirt. — (Y/N). — your cute customer said, getting the napkins and touching your hands by accident in the process. Your cheeks got warm, and you looked somewhere else to hide your embarrassment.

They left soon after that, with the blonde still apologizing. The day after you had forgotten about the “event”. Until later that afternoon, thank god not right before closing time. Rosinante walked in, alone this time. Still smiling as usual, until he fell while walking towards you. When he finally got up, he apologized again for the day before, decided to order something different, a frappuccino this time, and enjoyed his drink without talking much.

The day after the same thing happened, and he chose an iced coffee. He didn’t drop anything, but almost choked on the muffin he was eating. Apparently, he was clumsy. Or maybe it was a bad week. And then, the morning after, Rosinante was there again, ordering an iced mocha. For the next two weeks, he kept going to the coffee shop every day. Most of the times during lunchtime or later at afternoon. Sometimes he got late, but he always showed up ordering something different to drink and trying a different flavor of muffin or cake.

You got used to it, wondering if he’d fall or drop something this time. Maybe he’d hit his head somewhere, but due his clumsy nature, something happened every time. The man also tried to make a conversation often.

It was Friday night, again when you were ready to close, when Law and Rosinante entered the shop. Law with his usual espresso, and Rosinante choosing a special coffee from the menu. The men seemed to be chatting, when you couldn’t help overhear the conversation.

— Corazon, I won’t go ask them anything! — you heard the raven haired boy whispering. Or trying to whisper, since you heard everything. — You’re the one who’s interested, and I’m no wingman.

— Law, be quiet! — he replied, obviously flustered. — I asked you to be discreet.

Law just grunted, obviously not caring about the man’s pleads.

— Please, I don’t know how to approach them. Just ask if they’re interested, that’s all. — he continued.

— I’ll go with you, let’s go.

After a while, the man nodded. Both got up and made their way towards you, who was preparing an order. They stood there, patiently waiting for you to finish. It was a bit awkward, while Law was staring at you quite serious, Rosinante was fidgeting with his fingers, looking around the place.

— Yes? — you asked them when you finished doing your task. — May I help?

— Rosinante wants to talk to you. He needs to ask you something. — was everything Law said, before going back to his table.

Corazon’s cheeks went a dark shade of red, and his hands started to get cold. He kept tried to say something, but seemed very nervous. You tilted your head, waiting for him to say whatever he had to say, assuming he wanted to order something. Or maybe complain, even though he was always nice and polite. No, he probably wouldn’t complain about something.

— Just ask it already! — Law yelled from far.

Rosinante took a deep breath.

— I meant to ask… Do you want to go out sometime? Maybe for a coffee or something? — he corrected himself right away, not giving you time to say anything. — Maybe not for a coffee, I mean, why would you go to a coffee shop during your break? — he asked himself. — But we can go somewhere else.

You smiled, not just because you’ve been wanting to go out with him, but because he looked very cute when he’s shy and blushing. You stared at his features long enough when you realized you still needed to answer.

— Yes! — you replied, showing your excitement way too much. — I mean, sure.

— Awesome! — he replied, very amused. — Can I have your number?

You gladly took your pink pen, carefully writing your number down on a napkin, drawing a little heart too.

The blonde took the small piece of paper, smiled and happily walked towards his table, only to fall again. Apparently you would have to get used to this clumsy man, not that you cared. It was one of his charms.

[green-socks]

It Will Be Enough

Pairing: Younger Frankie Morales x gn!reader

Summary: Frankie's thoughts on the events of So Much for Summer Love, specifically his POV of the third time reader sees Frankie after that summer.

Words: ~850

Warnings: allusions to sex, angsty pining, still no happy ending

Notes: Right so I've had this written since August and somehow never posted. This is not necessarily a part 2 (that some people seemed interested in, sorry), because not much happens plot-wise, this is just Frankie's thoughts and feelings. I'm not tagging anyone bc idk it's probably stupid and it's been so long and ugh, but this is something I wanted to add to the original, so here it is.

MASTERLIST

Frankie was sitting at a hotel rooftop bar, drinking a beer, passing time before heading back to the army tomorrow. He wasn’t alone, but he might as well have been.

The girl he was sitting with was talking animatedly about a trip she had taken last year. She was beautiful and seemed very sweet. Frankie could tell she was into him, and in a hotel like this, where they would both leave the next day never to return, he thought, sure. A distraction. A welcome one. And she really was cute, there was not a thing wrong with her. Only that she wasn’t you.

There were dark clouds gathering above, moving fast in the wind, and it reminded him of that one quiet summer afternoon when you two had run to the shed to escape the pouring rain, and how you had kept each other warm there. He looked at the hotel pool and could only picture the way you had looked at the beach with him that summer.

It felt stupid, pathetic, weird even, to be pining after a memory like this. It’s not like he hadn’t made memories since then. He had. Good ones, too. But also a lot of memories he wished to forget. Still, he could not let you go. It was the happiest he had ever been when he had been with you.

Frankie’s biggest regret was not having known how to say goodbye to you. You had at least deserved that much - why couldn’t he have given it to you?

But he still knew he had made the right decision to not try and continue with you when he left for the army. It wouldn’t have been fair to you to make you wait for him when you could live your life free of any worry or obligation to him. Not to mention having to deal with the scars that came with what he did. You hadn’t deserved to be burdened with all that so young. And, if he was being honest, he had also feared you would have left him for someone else while he was away in any case. It had been easier to just break it off before no one got hurt too much.

“Do you have a room here?” the girl next to him asked, bringing him out of his thoughts, her intent clear.

He said yes.

-

“Come here and kiss me, beautiful boy,” she said.

Frankie blinked.

The words he had heard you say, exactly like that, so many times that summer. It was second nature to him to comply.

He was unbuttoning the girl’s blouse, only remembering how it had felt to unbutton your shirt for the first time. His movements felt somehow mechanical and reverent at the same time, like his fingers were remembering what it was like to do this with feeling, but his heart wasn’t.

“Kiss me,” she asked again.

Frankie closed his eyes. He let himself go, let himself hear those words that you had spoken to him, only this time with a different voice speaking them, and he could sink into this moment, into this person, just for the night. It would be alright, and it would be enough.

-

The next morning, as he was walking away from the hotel, he saw you.

He spotted you from afar; could pick you out instantly in any crowd. But you hadn’t noticed him yet. Frankie’s heart thudded in his chest. He didn’t know what the chances were that he would run into you now, but it must’ve been a sign. He could approach you now, try to apologize, maybe even get to talk to you for a bit. There was nothing stopping him now, no annoying friends or - god forbid - parents with you. You were alone and didn’t seem to be in a rush. It was the perfect opportunity.

Except…

He did not want the first time he talked to you in more than two years to happen when his jacket still smelled like the girl from last night. It felt wrong. He felt the need to burn the jacket immediately to get rid of the smell that was suddenly filling his nostrils so completely. He was pretty sure he was imagining how strong the smell was, but he couldn’t help panicking, thinking you would know somehow. Frankie knew it didn’t really matter, knew that he was just being a coward again.

He made the split-second decision to change the side of the street, keep his head down and just hope you wouldn’t notice him.

Another time, he told himself, next time. It was likely you wouldn’t even care anymore anyway. He was far too late with his apology.

He had heard little bits and pieces of information about you from people when he visited home. It sounded like you were succeeding in life, studying hard and chasing your dreams. Frankie felt better knowing that at least you were doing good. It would be alright, and it would be enough for him.

[starglow-xx]

owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 4)

platonic! mori ougai x f!reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

previous: the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

author’s note: it’s port mafia time! ages are still one year younger than canon

also!! my 100 followers event still has 7 5 4 3  2  1 spot open for requests!! go check out this post for more info!! i’d like to get the whole prompt list done early so i have time to write them! (event is now closed as of feb. 10, 2021)

another doctor? oh wait, another doctor and his daughter

as you expected, ranpo and fukuzawa have not let you go easy after what had happened a couple days prior (3 days ago to be exact)

one of them, or more often than not, the two of them would go visit the bakery at least twice a day

once in the morning right before opening, and the second time right before closing

if they could, they would visit around lunch time, but that was usually yosano

tbh you were thankful that yosano hasn’t been as overbearing as the other two but you knew she probably wanted to give you a break because holy shit are they extremely over protective

currently, it was the fourth day of being watched by the two eldest ada members, but there were no said ada members with you at the moment

and boy were you overjoyed

turns out, the ada has an important escort job for a government official or smth, and on top of that, fukuzawa has a bunch of meetings to attend

even ranpo has his hands full with a couple of difficult murder cases across the country

you’re lowkey, no highkey, worried bc you learned literally 3 days ago that ranpo doesn’t know how to ride the train 😀😀

you were worried abt them, there’s no question, but on the inside you were a bit relieved to which ranpo called you out on it immediately 

that led to the two of you going at each other’s throats for nearly half an hour

let’s just say fukuzawa scolded the two fo you for a while

going back to the present, it was around one pm and you had just finished sending a text message to both fukuzawa and ranpo (cause they insisted) when a little blonde girl with blue eyes wearing a red dress matching with a red bow in her hair and red shoes walked in

she immediately went to the glass case to look at the desserts displayed

as she looked around, you watched her at the corner of your eyes and a with a smile as you wiped down one of the tables

after wiping down the table, you quickly went to go wash your hands and you walked over and stood next to her

you bent slightly and smiled bigger as she stared at one of the treats in the glass

“is that the one you want?”

she nodded without looking away from the glass

you giggled before going to the back and placing the one she wanted on the plate and held it out to her

the blonde was honestly so confused bc one, no adult supervision, and two, there was no tell tale way to know that she had money

to you, she was an open book so when she looked at you, her face immediately read “but i have no money, or a parent...??”

you simply patted her head and pushed along to one of the nearby tables and pulled a chair for her

you did not regret anything when you saw the look on her face when you told her that it was on the house

“name’s elise!” “i’m (y/n)!”

:D

you sat with her for a while continuing to give her sweets she reminded you of ranpo in all honestly and talking abt random things

she mostly complained abt a “rintarou” though

speaking of which, when a man in a doctor’s coat came through the door near screaming “elise-chan! elise-chan!” you figured that was probably the rintarou she was complaining abt

you smiled as you watched the two interact

“elise-chan why would just disappear like that?!”

“i wanted to see rintarou cry”

“so mean!”

...their behavior was questionable but endearing ig

“rintarou” suddenly turned to you, thanking you for “taking care of his daughter bc she’s always getting into trouble”

*cue angry noises and face from elise*

he introduced himself as a “local neighborhood doctor”

you smelled bullshit but didn’t say anything bc he has been kind to you so far

he asked you how he could repay you and you were thinking that you can actually win something bc you’re not refusing an ada member oh you poor oblivious child but you were appalled when elise answered for you

it went like this

“is there anything i can repay you with for taking care of my dear elise-chan? perhaps paying for all the sweets she has eaten?”

“oh no! don’t worry abt that, it’s nothing! it was a pleasure getting to know—”

“let’s buy out all of her food!”

h u h

you knew she enjoyed your pastries and stuff but like w h a t

you inwardly sigh in relief when the doctor agreed with you that “that’s a bit much elise-chan” and you were thanking every deity out there when suddenly

she threw a temper tantrum

you watched in confusion and slight horror at the 180 of the sweet little girl you were talking to like 10 minutes ago

her guardian panicked slightly and tried to get her to calm down but ahaha no that didn’t happen

“WAHH rintarou!! but i want it!! (y/n)’s food is the best i’ve ever had!!”

“b-but elise-chan, we can’t just buy—”

“i’ll wear all the dresses i’ve ever rejected and more if we buy it out right now and keep buying sweets here forever”

“...deal”

your eyes twitch at the “innocent” smiles the two gave you after their “talk”

fast forward literally 5 minutes and you’ve already flipped the close sign on your door with note (saying you’re sold out) and you’re all over the place running around behind the counter trying to fit everything into boxes as the two are sitting on a nearby table lightly chatting

about 20-25, nearly 30 minutes later you finishing packing everything in the glass case

it was a lot

we’re literally talking about tiered cakes and dozens of batches of cookies, cupcakes, literally everything and anything

when the two notice you’re done they get up meet you by the register

“a-ano, you really don’t have to buy all of this...the total is going to be quite large...”

“no worries!”

honestly at this point, you kind of missed the chaotic calls from ranpo that happened like every half hour

you thought you were done being surprised for the day but next thing you know men in suits come into Sakura’s and begin to load the boxes into a black car

dealing with the detectives was already starting to be a handful and now you have to deal whoever the hell these two people where

quite frankly, you were having trouble wrapping your head around all of this

like-

who buys out a whole bakery?!

and who has the money to buy out a whole bakery?!

what kind of job could you possibly have?!

was this guy really just a doctor?!

right before the two leave you call out to them

“a-ah wait! i don’t think i ever caught your name!”

the two blink at you before eyeing each other

“mori ougai” 😄😄

you started smelling bad shits again 

>:/

it was a weird feeling

you felt something off but at the same time, you weren’t really afraid 

and with that the two left

you were already tired from this whole thing but you now get the rest of the day off

so i guess something worked out in your favor

until the next fricking day

again, ranpo and fukuzawa canceled out on you

you weren’t sure if you were relieved or not

and as soon as you thought you were going to have a normal business day, guess who walked through the doors

yeah that’s right

“the local neighborhood doctor” and his daughter

you froze before eyeing them with suspicion

if mori was amused, he didn’t show it, only giving you a smile

elise immediately left his side and practically leaped onto you making you cut yourself with the knife you were holding

well shit now you’re bleeding

it was only 7:15 in the morning; you had literally just opened

you were cursing every deity out there

you quickly grab a nearby and press it against your wound and scrambled around looking for the first aid kit you had nearby

“oh? (y/n)-kun are you bleeding?”

“(y/n) i’m sorry!”

“a-ah, no worries elise-chan”

you really need to stop spacing out bc next thing you know, the sign on your door is flipped to close again (along with the same note from yesterday explaining you’re sold out taped on the door) and you’re sitting at a table with elise in your lap and mori wrapping your hand in a bandage

“tsk tsk (y/n)-kun you need to be more careful...but it is elise-chan’s fault”

“die rintarou!”

“but no worries! it’s not that deep so you don’t need stitches”

“thank you, mori-san, but can i ask why you and elise-chan are here again? not that i mind...”

whether or not you were lying is up to you

“oh we’re here to buy out your stock again!”

“wait what-”

the fuck???

did they not just buy everything yesterday???

frozen, you stare at the man in front if you with said man giving you another “innocent” smile

this little shit

wait till you meet dazai

but i guess that’s why the sign on the door is flipped to close bc you don’t even remember flipping it yourself or taping the note from yesterday to the door

you spent the next half hour trying to convince the two over some tea (your signature one of course) that “no you don’t need to or should buy everything i have, you’re going to deprive the rest of my customers”

cough cough ranpo

like the day before, you were losing this argument

can you just never win?

as you were losing the argument (obviously) you realized that you don’t even know why they want to buy everything again

“mori-san, why do the two of you even want to buy everything in the first place?”

“ah it was elise-chan’s request of course! but i do admit, after trying some of your sweets myself, i grew quite attached! so did the rest of my subordinates after my precious elise-chan made them try it, not like they could refuse her or me; i am their boss after all (y/n)-kun.”

*cue confusion*

“subordinates? wait are those the guys from yesterday?? aren’t you a doctor...?”

“ah ex-doctor actually, i’m the leader of the port mafia”

...

“ah (y/n)-kun that’s quite the coughing fit you have going on, do you need water?”

if it wasn’t obvious, you choked on your tea and had quite the coughing fit; you were wheezing and everything making elise leave you lap and settling for dangling over mori’s shoulders

“...you’re kidding”

“im afraid im not”

this man confuses the hell out of you??

like-

w h y would he just say that, to you of all people

but it explains the bad shits you were smelling/feeling yesterday

“are you afraid?”

“being completely honest with you, mori-san, not really”

“and why is that?”

you simply shrug not really knowing the answer

you aren’t lying, you just aren’t

maybe bc yesterday, he seemed more like a doting parent than the boss of the most criminal organization of yokohama

yes, you’ve heard the rumors, obviously, but just saying, if the port mafia wanted to hurt you, you’d probably be dead in a ditch by now

and they haven’t really been a bother to you, they were more like background characters in your life

well

until yesterday of course

mori simply raises an eyebrow and a smile seemingly okay with your very vague answer

“why did you tell me that mori-san?”

the man only smiles a bit wider at you and this time, you’re the one raising an eyebrow

“just a feeling” 

yeah you were starting to smell bad shits again

“and besides! elise-chan seems quite fond of you (y/n)-kun! i wasn’t planning on doing anything to you in the first place, but even if i wanted to, i don’t think i could! i wouldn’t want to upset my dearest cute elise-chan”

“die rintarou!”

“that’s mean elise-chan!”

your eyes began to twitch in slight annoyance

cause istg the duality of this man—

this strange strange man

oh dearest you haven’t even met dazai yet

after that has been said and done, somehow you found yourself in front of stores being dragged by elise

how did you end up there you ask? i don’t know either so there’s nothing we can do abt that

eventually, you found yourself holding a bunch of shopping bags full of dresses and clothes of the sort

some of it your size and the others elise’s

...

“mori-san?”

“yes (y/n)-kun?”

“why do i have bags of clothing that are fit for me rather than elise?”

“oh that’s because elise refused to go without you and if you didn’t get anything!”

yeah

that makes perfect sense, of course

you could see why elise kept on complaining abt this guy

the two of you actually bonded over making fun of him

you have n o fear

actually, maybe just a little

the three of you were out for basically the entire day and you were exhausted

cause holy shit there was a lot of money wasted, shopping bags obtained, and walking involved

it was around 5 pm when the three of you were making it back to Sakura’s

along the way you found yourself having a pleasant conversation with mori

even if he was a questionable person to be having a pleasant conversation with, you enjoyed it nonetheless

you hoped that it makes it harder to get rid of you if he ever changed his mind but we don’t talk abt that

anywho

when the three of you arrived, you immediately dumped all the bags you were holding and went straight to work packaging everything for “the local neighborhood doctor”

before they left, mori agreed to not buy out all of your stock except for some occasions but instead settled ordering massive batches of a little bit of everything every few days

how that’s not the same as buying everything you won’t ever know

you were standing outside Sakura’s watching the two get into the car that had arrived when suddenly, mori turned to you

“ah (y/n)-kun, i know that you wouldn’t tell anyone about this, it wouldn’t be like you to, but just a reminder, it would probably be in your best interest not to let anything slip to anyone okay? we wouldn’t want any enemies using you against the port mafia. so take care of yourself hm? see you next time”

and bippity boppity boo just like that, they were gone

how that man managed to get your personality down in just like 10 hours you don’t want to know

and that’s basically the story of how you started making more food/bake goods to sell

true to his word, every few days, or sometimes consecutive days, mori called you and made a large order

and i mean large

on those days, someone from the port mafia would pick it up and then you get paid

thankfully, by increasing the amount of food you made, you always had enough to put out on display and to sell even after the large order

before doing that, on those days you didn’t have a large stock, someone by the name of edogawa ranpo would weep at your feet

he will deny this; after all, great detectives don’t do weeping

or so he says

and speaking of the detective, you never did tell him what had transpired the two days he and fukuzawa were absent on checking on you

but tbh, i even think ranpo could’ve deduct this one

you didn’t tell him bc you were afraid, no of course not that’s ridiculous mori, in elise’s words, was a loser

you didn’t tell him bc you knew he and fukuzawa would flip the fuck out

and that would be a major inconvenience to you

you didn’t see the point in telling them anyway

so whatever, it’s like it’ll be important

and if ranpo and fukuzawa noticed the abundant of bags near the door leading up to the staircase when they visited you at the end of the day they didn’t say anything

jk

of course one of them said smth

“ne (n/n)-chan since when did you like to buy a bunch of things; waste of money if you could just be using that money to make more food so you wouldn’t sell out right away and have food to feed me”

your eyes twitched

he could’ve worded that a little better but whatever

it is ranpo-san after all

“i just got carried away since i closed up early; you know it isn’t often i get to go shopping”

and if he smelled your bullshit he didn’t say anything

for real this time

that slightly concerns you ngl

anyways

let’s just say quite a few heads were turned when they saw their boss leading a bunch of lower level subordinates carrying many light pink boxes of different sizes to his office for the second time

oh and just another thing

*whispers* he was lying when elise made his other subordinates eat your food; they kept it all to themselves”

was that a ruse to help lead the revelation of his real occupation who knows

“(y/n)-kun is a very interesting person don’t you think so elise-chan?”

“quiet. i’m eating cake.”

“that’s so mean elise-chan!”

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[lovesanmotion]

Light - Jeong Yunho

summary: cool uncle by day but mafia boss at night, jeong yunho is ready for anything; except for falling in love.

tags: @couchpotatoaniki (yes i am tagging you bcs you blossomed this idea to me hihi)

A deep sigh left Yunho's lips, lighting up his cigarette and sticking it between his lips before releasing pearly white smoke. His once neat suit was now covered in sweat, dust and a trickle of blood from earlier events, singlehandedly killing a mafia group from the neighboring city. He lifted his wrist watch and checked the time - 10:01pm. Sandwiched between his middle and index finger, Yunho raises his cigearette stick onto his lips and puffed out a smoke.

His once cool composure broke when around the corner, the slim but curvy figure of his neighbor - y/n y/l/n came into view. She had her head hung low, shoulders drooping down and walking gloomily home. But Yunho stared at her. Around y/n, he felt like a high school boy who has a crush on her. He didn't also missed the fact that it was too late for y/n to go home. Work hours ends at 5-6pm, but 10? Yunho wondered if you took an overtime.

As y/n passed him by, he couldn't help but smile to himself. Feeling his face heating up. Getting up from the bench, he dropped his stick and stepped on it before following you home. With his hands tucked inside his pockets, Yunho wondered why you ever chose to live in a dangerous city like this. Was it because the rent's cheaper? Or to live close to your office?

He stopped his tracks and hid behind a pole, watching you get inside your home building safely. Watching you get home safely is what Yunho's been doing ever since you moved into the area and with a smile on his face, Yunho walks back home.

As the sun sets into the blue sky, Yunho packs up a lot of candies in his pocket before leaving his home and strolling to the neighborhood park. Clad in a bright red and white striped shirt and pants a bright smile on his face, Yunho would never be mistaken as someone who killed a group of guys last night. The cool breeze swept past him, causing his bangs to fly away.

As he found the children playing merrily and happily in the park, his heart swelled with an overwhelming feeling. How he wished these children would grow up into kind and humble adults. When the children saw him coming up to them, a chorus of "uncle Yunho!" greeted him, followed by all of them running up to him for a hug, some even hugging his legs.

Sitting down on the wooden bench, he gave each child a piece of candy and chocolate. Their little smiles upon tasting the fruity and sweet treats brought a smile on his lips too. However, Yunho mentally did a head count on the children.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. One was missing, and the one missing happened to be his favorite. He was about to open his mouth and ask them where y/s/n when a small but cheerful "uncle Yunho!" greeted him from behind. Turning around, his eye's widened.

His neighborhood crush, holding an ice cream cone with one hand and the other holding hands with his favorite child from the playground.

"Mommy this is uncle Yunho! He's the one who always watches us and gives us candy when we play here!" A deep shade of red plastered on Yunho's cheeks. Slowly he turned away and sunk a bit lower on his seat, feeling himself getting shy. But he was a little surprised to know that y/n has a son.

Yunho watched as y/s/n joined the other kids in the slide and on his left side became occupied by you.

"Doesn't it get a little sad when you watch them slowly grow up? One day they are only crying for attention and the next thing you know you walk with them to preschool." Y/N spoke, taking a lick on the vanilla cone.

"Do you have kids at home?" Yunho shook his head. But he would very much like to have one with y/n.

"I'm y/n by the way!" He looked at the hand extended out for him to shake before looking at your smile. Yunho's heart beated loudly inside his chest, not missing the sight of the ice cream on the corner of your lip. He slowly leaned in and raised his hand, wiping the cream away with his thumb.

"Nice to meet you, y/n. I'm Yunho." He smiled at you, seeing that pink tint across your cheeks. Yunho thanked the gods that this might be the chance for him to properly talk to y/n. He turned to his side and striked up a conversation with you, slightly getting distracted with the way how you lick your ice cream.

"Uh..hello? Earth to Yunho?" Yunho snapped out of his trance and shook his head, batting his eyelashes. Yunho stared at you. "What was that again?"

"I was asking you earlier if you wanted to have lunch with me and y/s/n. Think of it as a thank you for watching over my son." Turning his head, he saw the children leave one by one until it was your son left sitting in the swing.

"I-I would love to!" He blurted out, maybe a little too loud. Yunho suddenly backed away, suddenly feeling shy but he only found y/n chuckling at him.

"That was cute. Anyways, let's me show you where I live." As Y/N got up, so did he. He took the pleasure of carrying y/s/n in his arms as he followed you to your place, he had to pretend he didn't know where you lived. How was he going to explain that he has been following you for months already?

"Welcome to our place!" Spoke Y/N in a cheerful tone. The place didn't look half bad. As he sets y/s/n down and removes his shoes by the doorway, he took in the appearance of your place. It isn't big nor small, perfect for two people living, light wooden floors, cream colored walls, yellow and green cupboards and a mini bookshelf thats occupied by books about numbers, letters, alphabets and story books.

"This is a nice place you've got" Yunho says, sitting down on the couch only to be sunk lower as he didn't noticed how the couch was small.

"I guess I was lucky to find this one. More greenery in the province than just seeing buildings in the city." Y/N spoke, Yunho watched her enter the kitchen. He got up and excitedly followed her like a high school boy following his crush around school.

"What are you going to make there?" He asks as he stood behind Y/N making her jump a little. Yunho didn't realized how close he has gotten to her, but he felt like his heart would burst at how small she is close to him.

"Does pasta sound nice?" Y/N tilted her head to the side. If only his mornings were spent this close to y/n, Yunho would be in heaven already.

As Yunho was about to say something, in came little y/s/n holding his school bag.

"Mommy, can you help me with my homework?"

Two heads snapped to look at y/s/n who stood by the doorway of the kitchen.

"Your mom would love to!" Yunho smiled at y/s/n, held y/n by her shoulders and pushed her out of the kitchen despite her many protests against it. Yunho opened the fridge to check what ingredients were available, he grabbed whatever he needed and placed them on the counter and started cooking.

It was only like last night, he was using the very same knife to slice throats and now he's slicing meat with the same knife. But Yunho was only occupied by the merry thought of cooking for his crush.

After half an hour passed, Yunho beautifully plated three pasta bowls on the table. He gave himself a pat in the back for doing an excellent job and was about to call y/n and y/s/n to eat when he heard some talking.

"Mommy do you like uncle Yunho?" A small voice, y/s/n, as Yunho thought. His heart raced upon hearing this kind of conversation. There was a moment of silence, Yunho was fidgeting to know your answer.

"Mommy can uncle Yunho be my dad?" Yunho clutched his chest dramatically, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. But there it was again, that silence.

"Let's see, y/s/n. Want to see uncle Yunho if he's done?"

Yunho started to get up from his spot but hit his knee in the process, an inaudible sound came out of his mouth and suddenly the door swung open. Y/N and Y/S/N stared at him with a blank yet confused looks on their faces.

"Uh..lunch is ready!" Yunho smiled and instantly stood up from the ground. As he lead them to the kitchen, he was proud to see their expressions and sat down, paying attention to y/n's reaction before eating.

"So what do you do, Yunho?" Y/N asked while twirling pasta with her fork.

Yunho racked up his brain to think of what should he say. But he choked up in between.

"I'm unemployed at the moment" He says. There was no way he is ever going to tell that he kills people, raids warehouses and factories and regulates drug deals within in and out of the country. "What about you? What do you do for a living?" Yunho gulped the food down his throat before facing you.

"I, uh...I just work at, at a very boring corporate office. They don't pay much."

"Is that why you do overtime and get home late at night?"

"What?"

"What?"

Yunho stared at y/n wide eyed. That was wrong of him suddenly mentioning it to you. He shook his head and carried on the conversation by changing the topic.

For the whole afternoon, Yunho stayed with Y/N and Y/S/N, watching kids movies while having a snack. Y/S/N falling asleep in the middle of the movie. Yunho took the pleasure of letting y/s/n sleep on his chest, he could get used to being a househusband. With the sun setting, Yunho thought it was best for him to go home. But was stopped by y/n to join them for dinner. On the outside, Yunho thanked you. But on the inside, Yunho was giggling.

He cooked once more in the kitchen, clogging out y/n's protests. Dinner became a happy meal as all three of them became full. While y/n was cleaning up in the kitchen, Yunho asked permission if he could take y/s/n out for a walk, promising he'd be home by 8pm.

Yunho took y/s/n to the convenient store, handing him a whole bar of chocolate in his small hands. But the little boy stared at him.

"But mommy says I can't have too much sweets" the small boy pouted.

"But your mom isn't here right? This'll be our little secret. You and me." Yunho grinned at the small boy who flashed a toothy smile in front of him.

"Uncle Yunho do you like my mommy?"

"Very much." Yunho suddenly stopped as he looked back at the child with him, now grinning at him.

"Okay, that's another secret between us. Don't tell your mommy about that too okay?" The small boy nodded his head quickly, Yunho held his hand and walked back home with him. Unaware of two eyes following them as they head back.

(gif is not mine! credits to the rightful owner!)

[genuine-firefly]

Sk8 the Infinity Fic Recs

I had an itch to make a fic rec list. I’ve never made one before and atm I’m super into Sk8 the Infinity. It’s not in any particular order or anything. There’s a lot of omegaverse on here, so take notice if that’s not your jam. Also mind the major warnings. Here we go!

“Wind” by a_bit_batty (WIP)

Rated: E

Words: 22,900

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con

Summary: Langa's upstairs neighbours are LOUD, and he has work early in the morning, so he pays them a visit intending to give them a piece of his mind. But the man who answers the door looks almost... Scared?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30425268/chapters/75014250

    “Not All Surprises Hurt” by Anxious_Valentine (WIP)

Rated: M

Words: 57,240

Summary: Kaoru wasn't always so cautious or a planner, but certain events throughout his life knocked the spontaneity right out of him and made him fearful of the unknown. He assumes that's why he's maintained his long-standing friendship with Kojiro, even if he was an obnoxious, thirsty gorilla most of the time. But recently, something's shifted between them, something Kaoru's never experienced before, and he's at a loss for how to respond to the changing circumstances.

Kaoru's about to learn though that not all surprises hurt, and even some can be a catalyst for a life he never thought would be possible for a person like him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31679624/chapters/78403592

    “Fragile Things” by dia_dove (WIP)

Rated: E

Words: 27,570

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con

Summary: In one night, everything in Reki's life falls apart.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30220290/chapters/74466492

  “Fading Scars” Series by DrearyBanana (Complete)

Rated: M, E

Words: 129,999

Major Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Summary: Reki is trying to get his life back together after crossing Adam and spending three years suffering for it. With the support of his family, he's getting back on his feet and rediscover his passions. The mysterious skater with light blue hair who skates in the park near Reki's house starts to reawaken his interest in skateboarding.

Langa has stumbled his way into being a pro skater after moving to Okinawa, but his heart has never been in it. Everything feels like something to pass the time, and all he wants is to feel that joy he used to get from snowboarding. Slowly, the mysterious redhead who watches him skate starts to make Langa feel like he might be able to get back to that heart-pounding feeling after all.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2307053

    “You Make It Better” by i6uooh_uiw (complete)

Rated: E

Words: 7,112

Summary: after kaoru's race with adam, he and kojiro have some things to talk about. at least, kojiro would really like to talk.

(or: kaoru doesn't like facing his feelings, kojiro and kaoru can't stop bickering, and kojiro's dick is really very large)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30028944

    “The Makings of a Home” by Insertsomethingwittyhere (WIP)

Rated: E

Words: 10,112

Major Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Summary: A drunken night and missed medication leave Kaoru between a rock and a hard place. He had always been careful to keep his dynamic known but out of the way. What better way to prove that being an omega wouldn't affect his performance then to rub his success into the face of an ex thus proving him wrong about his dynamic? Unfortunately, it only takes one too many drinks at Sia la Luce for his world to take a turn into the wacky and stressful -and that's with Adam still at large- as he steps into the uncertainties of parenthood, not with the rag tag pack he'd become part of, but with a child of his own. A baby born of him and Kojiro who he'd always had a crush on, but knew who could never love him back.

Of course now with a baby on the way he only has so much time to decide what to do. So the worries start to pile on.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30696920/chapters/75748676

    “The One with the School Festival Trope” by LaurelNymph (Complete)

Rated: T

Words: 26,534

Summary: The good ol’ School Festival is here, and Reki gets to use his handyman skills to help his class pull off their event. They’re impressed.

Especially the girls.

Langa is Not Happy about that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31745821/chapters/78577891

    “All Was Golden (When the day Met the Night)” by MissLightBright (Complete)

Rated: T

Words: 113,642

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary: Reki was just a beta. He was boring and unappealing. He had no chance with Langa and he knew it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29303079/chapters/71960559

    “Local Skate Dads Adopt Three Sons and a Hooligan” by miyaji_08 (WIP)

Rated: M

Words: 79,779

Major Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Summary: Cherry and Joe are NOT parents, thank you very much, and they would appreciate it if you could remember that the next time one of their idiots get in trouble.

Or: They don't mean to adopt all these kids, except for the part where they very much do.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30478317/chapters/75158904

    “Summer Twilight Ricochet” by mousapelli (Complete)

Rated: E

Words: 10,439

Summary: Being almost but not-quite boyfriends with Langa is fun, but Reki's ready to move it along, if he can just figure out how much of it Langa's ready for. (Alpha Langa, Omega Reki)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30378327

    “Sunrise Eyes an Sunset Hair” (Baby, We’re a Pretty Pair) by Orphan_account (Complete)

Rated: E

Words: 9,600

Summary: "Kaoru," Joe moans and even though it sounds so breathless, he doesn't grant himself the pleasure of fresh air in favor of kissing Cherry again and again and yet again. "Kaoru, Kaoru – what are you doing to me?"

If he could, if only his brain worked in synch with his lips and vocal cords, Cherry would probably ask the same question, turn it on him and demand an answer so desperately because he knows he won't last much longer with this uncertainty in his life. It's already a lasting decay in his mind, he doesn't need it rotting away at his body too.

Cherry is certain Joe will just make him another number in his hook-up statistics if he gives in to his feelings.

Joe is certain he's in love with Cherry.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32388481

    “Nothing has to Change (but What if I Want it to?) by p_istachio (WIP)

Rated: NR

Words: 17,068

Summary: Langa is the mildest alpha in every sense of the word, and Reki is the most unreserved omega you’ll ever meet. With secondary genders being the last things on their minds, it’s no surprise that both of them are convinced that the other is a beta. How will their dynamic change when they inevitably find out the truth?

(Aka an unconventional ABO au bc renga heals my soul)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30692324/chapters/75735359

    “Summer Fox and Winter Wolf” by RoseLoveBunny (WIP)

Rated: M

Words: 10,404

Major Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Summary: Langa an artic wolf alpha just moved with his mom back to her home country of Japan from Canada after his alpha father died last year. After his death Langa refused to pick up a snowboard something that they both enjoyed so when an fox omega came running after him to take back his skateboard maybe he can try something new with someone else.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29947413/chapters/73716159

    “Kiss the Rain” by SKayLanpher (WIP)

Rated: E

Words: 122,373

Summary: When Langa takes a trip to visit family in Canada, both he and Reki find themselves despairing at the distance. Though neither is apt to admit their true feelings for the other, they miss each other desperately and so start exchanging texts whenever they can. Texts that turn rather scandalous when Reki accidentally sends a nude that he knew he never should have taken in the first place.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31294271/chapters/77367743