#but I was SO burnt out when I started it and keep forgetting to finish it

[i-may-be-an-emu]

I’m probably gonna be changing my pinned post from the fic list to a whole sfth FAQ/masterpost when I have the time to finish it (just wanted to give people a heads up for if anyone uses the fic list)

the fic list will be linked on the FAQ/masterpost, as well as some other good resources and links :)

(and I will continue with updating the fic list too btw!!!)

[vrystalius]

Sleepy…

How the hashira act when they’re tired?

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x fem!reader

(Reader has stretch marks on her thighs in Gyomei’s part)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

In the mornings…

Sanemi wakes up being grumpy and drained rather than rested from a good night’s sleep. His hair is messy and some stubble formed on his face over the night. Also, he doesn’t believe you when you say he snores in his sleep, even though you woke up from him snoring or grunting in his sleep multiple times. You sometimes even heard him mumble something about Genya and ohagi. Your name fell every now and then but you haven’t told him about that yet. He had a huge grin on his was while seemingly dreaming of you, and you didn’t want to hurt his pride even more.

Sanemi is slow in the mornings and needs you to drag him out of bed. If he has nothing to do but train today, so why can’t he just sleep until he needs to train? He’d hunch over the sink and slowly brush his teeth while having his eyes closer again. You once caught him falling asleep in that stance, snoring quietly. While Sanemi is finishing up in the bathroom at a snail’s pace, you take some time to cook up something nice for you two.

Heavy footsteps would stumble down the stairs and Sanemi would drag his heavy body over to you, leaning onto your back and nuzzling his face in your warm neck. He’d groan and squeeze your waist gently.

“You still feel so warm… ugh, I wanna go back to bed…”

In the evenings…

After showering, Sanemi doesn’t really have energy to do anything else after hunting demons all night. He can’t sleep without you though, so he’ll just lay in bed like a log and wait on you to join him. Sometimes, he’d even call out to you to hurry up and cuddle him already.

Once in bed, Sanemi’ll lay his head on your soft chest and close his eyes. His cheek is slightly squished and mouth slightly agape. He’d want you to play with his hair and run your fingers through his white locks. Sometimes, Sanemi would accidentally start drooling onto your skin or shirt, forgetting to swallow his spit. Your massage is just making him forget anything: his worries, fears, train of thought and to swallow his spit.

Of course, Sanemi would be incredibly embarrassed and deny enjoying your craved touch this much. Sometimes, he’d even roll off you and lay on his stomach, pretending that he’s perfectly fine to sleep on his own. You giggling at his flushed face doesn’t help either.

Sanemi does NOT need you to hold him so he can sleep properly and have nice dreams if you act that way!

“Scoot over, I wanna lay down. I don’t need your damn cuddles anymore. You’re just making fun of me, damnit!!”

Kyojuro Rengoku

In the mornings…

Kyojuro’s hair is incredibly messy everytime he wakes up. You can’t resist but to brush through it a couple of times while your husband slept, enjoying the moment of quiet intimacy.

His voice would be raspy and quieter in the mornings in comparison to throughout the day, his smiles smaller and sleepier, yet just as happy and real as usual. Kyojuro would be sleepy in the mornings but would start regaining his energy after having a nutritious breakfast. Usually, he’d make them himself.

Kyojuro would stand by the stove, dressed in either just his nightwear pants or a loose fitting robe. His movements are sluggish and slow, but he still never burnt himself on accident. Sometimes, you would even lean against his muscular back and complain about the tasks ahead of you while Kyojuro quietly listens and cooks breakfast.

“Mh, would you… *yawn*… mind handing me the eggs from over there?”

In the evenings…

Kyojuro still manages to muster up enough energy to keep his vibrant and loud personality, even right before bed. He’s incredibly tired and needs to recharge the whole night to have another successful day of training and slaying demons. The best way to recharge is by holding you close to his chest, letting your head rest on his soft pecks.

Slowly, Kyojuro would start to slip into a sleepier state. His eyes would be droopy and his smile more lovesick while his hand slowly brush over your features. You’re so perfect, do you know that? Sometimes, he might squeeze you a little too hard on accident. It something similar to cuteness aggression, just much more subconscious and softer.

Kyojuro would fall asleep with your imagine in mind and a sleepy smile on his face, his arms wrapped tightly around you, making sure you’re comfortable in his warm arms.

“Hm? Oh, sorry… did I hold you too tightly? Apologies, my love. I missed you the whole day and… forgive me?”

Gyomei Himejima

In the mornings…

Gyomei usually wakes up quite early to go pray, but you keep him in bed for a little longer. You get woken up by the weight on the bed shifting and mumble his name, gently grabbing his forearm and pulling him back onto the bed. He cannot help but obey your wish and lay back down with you. Gyomei is still tired when you pull his head against your chest, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

Tears start falling down his cheeks and onto your shirt as you run your fingers through his messy, short hair. A small smile rested on his face.

His voice is incredibly deep and his chest vibrates against yours as he murmurs quiet prayers to finish his morning routine. Gyomei doesn’t get sleepy very often, but when he does, it’s only in your arms and by your touch.

“You’re a blessing, my pearl…”

In the evenings…

After his endurance training, slaying demons and attending an hashira meeting, even Gyomei gets tired. He would lay right beside you, resting his head on your stomach. His eyes would be closed and arms wrapped around your waist and plush thighs, rubbing gently up and down, feeling your warm skin and stretch marks.

Gyomei would place gentle kisses on your skin and savour your scent. You are absolutely beautiful to him, he doesn’t even need his eyes to see that. While you massage his scalp with your fingers, it feels like the exhaustion is finally catching up to him. With a final sigh, Gyomei finally slipped into something similar to a comatose. Once asleep, only the sound of the cries of a crow can wake him up.

“My love, may I rest with you a little longer? I still haven’t recovered from my last training session… you have a healing effect on me.”

Giyu Tomioka

In the mornings…

He is comparable to a disoriented, deflated balloon. Not that Giyu is bouncing and being happy during the day, it’s just that he’s even more depressed in the mornings. But, on the bright side, Giyu is able to handle your affections better while sleepy. Normally, he’d stiffen up and shortcircuit. But while he’s being tired, you can cup his cheeks and kiss him all over, he’ll just respond with a small whine or groan.

Giyu might become a cuddlebug when you two are in bed and have nothing to do. He’d bury his face in your neck and savour your warmth while he can. Sometimes, he’d bury his face in your even warmer cleavage, falling right back into sleep.

“Mhhrrm… hmm? What did you say?… mhh… didn’t hear..”

In the evenings…

Believe it or not, he becomes even quieter in the evenings. Giyu will silently stare at you, begging at you to just hold him and cradle him to sleep with his eyes. He’d hover around you with eyebags under his eyes, always standing near you until you offer to cuddle him.

His eyebags, glossy eyes and messy hair look him look like a lost puppy, so it was a matter of time until you offered to cuddle in bed. Your soft skin under his calloused hands never felt any nicer.

Giyu would be out in a matter of minutes and fall asleep in an awkward position. One arm would be wrapped around your waist while the other was angled on his side.

“Agh, my shoulder hurts. Did I fall asleep in a weird way?”

💠

I thought of this last night. I have another similar idea about sleepy hairplay and I’m thinking about either writing that idea for the Upper Moons or the hashira, either way, thank you for reading! As mentioned before, I’ll post some asks on the weekend <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

[wyattjohnston]

turbulent - nico hischier

summary: a bumpy flight forces two people closer together.

word count: 2,790

note: this is for @dunnerlars as part of the summer fic exchange 2k24. i really hope you like it ash <3 thanks to @offside-the-lines for putting up with me going through the five stages of grief whilst trying to pull this together!

There was an element of strangeness to working on an NHL charter flight; most perplexing, even still, to Bonnie was the sudden way they all stripped out of their suits the second the seatbelt sign was turned off. She understood that sitting in a suit for six hours wasn’t comfortable, and also understood that the toilets were not big enough for giant men to reasonably change—she chose to spend time in the galley while they were doing it, because it was impossible not to stare inappropriately if she was walking the aisles.

“I thought you were joking,” Alice said, returning to the galley wide eyed and keeping the curtain closed with a hard fist against the cabin wall.

Bonnie hummed without turning around. “Everyone does.”

Short of holding her coworkers hostage in the galley, there wasn’t much Bonnie could do beyond warning them about what they’d see if they wandered the plane before she told them to. So, without fail, they all got caught in the aisles as some twenty odd men stood in unison and started to remove their pants.

“I know athletes have no shame in locker rooms,” Alice whispered aggressively, still with a firm grip on the curtain, “but this is a plane. There are people out there! Journalists!”

“This happens every flight,” Bonnie stressed. “Everyone is used to it. Some of the journalists might even be changing, too.”

Alice’s eyes widened, so big that Bonnie had a mild concern that they would come out of her head, and they only returned to normal when the captain’s voice came over the speaker.

“Hello everyone, sorry to interrupt your flight so early on, we have just been made aware of some unexpected weather on route to Los Angeles. We’ll do our best to make any necessary deviations to avoid patches of turbulence without adding too much extra time to the flight. For your own safety, please keep your seatbelts fastened and only move around the cabin if necessary. Thank you.”

Bonnie sighed, her chin dropping to her chest, at the thought of yet another turbulent flight. Alice groaned. It had been an uncommonly turbulent couple of weeks across both of their flights, even in completely different areas and directions—it was the first thing they’d spoken about when they met before getting on the plane.

“I can’t unsee any of that,” Alice said, finally letting go of the curtain.

“I mean, yeah, but there are worse things to have burnt into your brain.”

Alice readily agreed, even took a moment to subtly peak back into the cabin.

Bonnie still vividly remembered the first time she’d witnessed it. She would never forget the eye contact she’d made with the team’s captain before her eyes were drawn to his bare chest, the tattoo on the inside of his bicep—

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m just here to see Bonnie.”

Said chest and said tattoo blazed in Bonnie’s mind, and then she made eye contact with the team’s captain and sighed softly.

“Hi, Nico,” she greeted. “My captain said you were meant to remain seated with your seatbelt on.”

He smiled knowingly, “Good luck with that.”

Alice disappeared back into the cabin when someone pressed the call button and Nico moved out of her way with a practiced ease, even as Bonnie began to organise the food trolley for the first pass through.

“I just wanted to come check on you; you weren’t on the last few flights.”

“Just a sinus infection,” she said, as if it hadn’t written her off for a week and a half. “Didn’t want my eardrums to explode, you know?”

“You’re okay?” he asked, his hand coming to rest on her forearm. Concern radiated off him.

Bonnie covered his hand with her own, smiling softly and saying reassuringly, “I’m all better.”

Nico stayed while Bonnie finished filling the trolley. The flights were the three after the All-Star Break, so he had plenty of stories to tell to keep her occupied. The Swiss boys had headed to Mexico, of which she was jealous. It hadn’t been too cold in Jersey, but the need for sun had been growing and growing since Christmas, and the longing had only gotten more intense after being cooped up in her own apartment.

“Have you been?” Nico asked.

“No,” Bonnie said with a shake of her head. “One of my college friends had a vacation home in Fort Lauderdale so we did Spring Br—shit.”

The trolley rattled, a few trays coming half out of their places, and Bonnie watched helplessly as the last knife and fork fell off the counter.

“What the fuck is going on today?” Nico asked, causing Bonnie's eyes to snap up. He had a hand on each of the high cabinets either side of the galley.

“You should go back to your seat,” Bonnie said, picking up the lost cutlery and dropping into what would become the dirty dishes container. “I’ll be out in a second. Put your seatbelt on.”

Nico nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

Bonnie was friendly with all the players, staff and media on the flight. Most of them were familiar faces, especially halfway through the season, but anybody she didn’t know was introduced to her with a startling amount of enthusiasm from whichever player had taken it upon themselves to do so—normally it was Luke, being egged on by Nate. She always made sure they had the same energy for whoever had been assigned to work with her, whether or not they had ever met before. Alice looked delighted by the attention; Bonnie hoped it was just the energy being contagious.

If they lingered a little longer next to Nico, who politely ignored Alice’s doe eyes, and Jesper, so that they could get his round up of the All-Star Game, that was purely coincidental.

Back in the galley, Alice was poised to ask many questions. Bonnie could feel the curiosity bursting from her, it only becoming more obvious with every passing minute of silence. Every now and then Bonnie was assigned to work with someone who couldn’t quite handle it. Bonnie would never put in any complaints herself for some lowkey fangirling, but she had had a few coworkers who had been asked to never work a team’s charter flight again.

“Say whatever it is you want to say,” Bonnie said after Alice’s eagerness became too much to bear.

“Did they ask for you to be on all their flights?”

“Uh…” Bonnie hesitated, rolling the question around in her mind. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t that “I don’t think so? I think it’s just easier to have someone who knows all the ins and outs. I didn’t think they could request people.”

“The Rangers do it,” Alice said casually, as she pulled out a new tray of water bottles from the fridge, “but I think that’s because she’s sleeping with one of the players.”

Bonnie was nodding, distracted by someone pressing the call button, and responded mindlessly, “Yeah, that’s pretty norm—Wait, what? I didn’t know anything about that!”

“That’s what I heard,” Alice said, looking and sounding suspiciously like Alexis Rose. “Super juicy. They wouldn’t tell me which player which was upsetting.”

“I wouldn’t want to know anyway,” Bonnie said, largely trying to convince herself because, though she would never admit aloud, she was not immune to gossip. “I couldn’t look them in the face again.”

The plane rumbled.

“Fine, I won’t tell you when I find out, but I also won’t tell anybody you’re sleeping with Nico. Promise.”

Bonnie’s neck snapped as she turned to glare at Alice. “Yeah, you better not because I’m not sleeping with Nico.”

“Oh, really? Damn.” Alice pouted. “You so could be, though. Should be.”

The thing about that was that Bonnie knew she could be. Nico had never made it explicitly clear, but nobody else on the team spent any time in the galley with her during flights. Nobody else ever got up and sought her out when they needed something.

Nobody else touched her so effortlessly, so naturally, when in her space without at all being in the way or a burden.

Nobody else ever looked at her like she was the best thing to happen in their day.

Bonnie tried her hardest to hide the small sigh that escaped her lips. She made direct eye contact with Alice as she moved the conversation along.

“How did you even find out about the Rangers thing? This is your first flight.”

Alice, either oblivious to the redirect or just so interested in the gossip that she didn’t mind, rattled on, “They brought me in for orientation and the woman they left me with is chatty.”

Bonnie knew the exact woman being referred to—in fact, she’d been subtly blacklisted from the Devils’ flights at the beginning of that season for some very inappropriate and entirely unsubtle flirting.

Alice was still talking, even as she left the galley with her tray of water bottles and crossed through the curtain, stopping mid-word to change topics and start a conversation with the person sitting directly on the other side.

A brief jolt came over the plane and Bonnie groaned. It was followed by a considerable rattle.

She was second guessing her career choice as her stomach lurched with the plane when Nico, once again, appeared in the galley. His closed-mouth smile was genuine if not a little cautious and it set Bonnie at ease.

Until she felt more turbulence and was met with Nico’s uncertain head tilt.

“You can stay, but you have to sit there,” Bonnie told him, putting a hand on his shoulder to forcibly turn him around to look at the jump seat she was pointing at. “And put your seatbelt on.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. When he sat down, he only broke eye contact to find the seatbelt. “What did you do while we were on break?”

The shelves were rattling around her.

“Worked other flights like I normally do when you guys are at home for a while,” Bonnie answered. “I don’t just sit at home and wait for the team to go on a road trip, you know.”

“That… that makes a lot of sense,” he admitted, his cheeks turning the slightest bit red. “I don’t know why I thought you only flew with us.”

“Sometimes I fly with the Knicks, sometimes there’s some commercial flights. You boys are my favourites, though.”

Nico’s sweet smile turned just ever so slightly into a smirk. “I knew we would be.”

“You didn’t even know there were others,” Bonnie said, laughing.

“Yeah, but obviously.”

Bonnie’s eye roll was good natured, her laughter continuing as Nico’s smirk morphed back into its purest, most genuine form.

She kept looking back at him as she continued to work, sometimes to show she was listening and other times just to look. He was often looking back.

Their peacefulness was interrupted by the ding of the seatbelt sign being switched on and the plane’s captain making an announcement.

“Everybody, including cabin crew, the seatbelt sign has been turned on. Please make your way back to your seats immediately and put on your seatbelt; we don’t expect that to be the last patch and we apologise for our lack of notice on that one. If you need emergency assistance, please press the call button and someone will be with you as soon as it is safe.”

The inclusion of the cabin crew set Bonnie on edge, and she was halfway to demanding Nico return to his seat and hunting Alice down to drag her back when the plane shook even more violently than it had the entire life.

Bonnie’s feet momentarily left the floor. She could hear some shouting from the cabin. She could hear luggage bouncing in the nearest overhead lockers. She made eye contact with Nico—all colour was drained from his face.

“Where’s Alice?” Bonnie asked, holding desperately onto the galley counter behind her back. “She needs to be sitting down.”

Nico leant as far as he could, peeking down the aisle, before saying firmly, “She’s in my seat. Come here.”

Bonnie didn’t let go of the counter as she walked, her eyes never leaving the seat opposite Nico, and she was confident she was going to make it before the next bump. She looked back into the aisle when she could, instantly looking to Nico’s normal seat to see Alice expertly calming down some very nervous men, and relaxed knowing that she was safe.

Naturally, the plane started to tremble just a bit harder the very second she was feeling comfortable, and the oh shit had barely left her mouth before the plane dropped again. Her mind filled with all the things that could happen, where her head and the plane would meet, all the things that would inevitably fall on her if she was unable to get off the floor. And then—

“Gopf.”

She was hauled by the arm with an abrupt and unexpected force, all momentum she’d gained coming to a crashing halt when she collided with Nico’s chest and was held firmly in place by his arms wrapped around her.

“This is the worst flight I’ve ever been on.”

“Go on a date with me.”

Bonnie froze in Nico’s arms; no thoughts being given to the next bumpy patch and all thoughts being focused on his words and the way his arms squeezed just a little bit together.

“What?” she asked, breathless. “Nico.”

“I kind of feel like we might be about to die,” he said—it wasn’t totally clear if he was being serious or not, but he was sincere in his tone. “I don’t want that to happen without at least asking.”

She sighed wistfully, swooning closer to him in their already intimate position. Nico’s eyes dropped to Bonnie’s mouth, causing her to bite her lip and turn her head.

“I shouldn’t have asked?” Nico asked cautiously, his arms loosening around her waist. “I’m sorry.”

Bonnie shook her head, and said in a whisper, “You should have. I’m just—I’m working. I wish I wasn’t working.”

Out of the corner of her eye she caught Nico’s small, pleased expression, and revelled in the delight in his voice when he said, mostly to himself, “I’ll ask again when we’re off the plane.”

For her own sanity, and to remain professional whilst working, Bonnie took the slight break in turbulence as an opportunity to move to the empty jump seat on the other side of the galley. Nico’s hands lingered on her waist as she left, and his eyes burnt holes in the side of her head. She was determinedly looking down the aisle, carefully not looking at anybody sitting down.

The turbulence continued, the seatbelt sign remained on, but Bonnie and Alice were free to move around the cabin. Nico went back to his seat when Alice returned, the smile he sent Bonnie had Alice turning to her deviously.

“Are you sure you aren’t fucking him?”

“I would remember.”

Alice prattled on about maybe the sex being so good that it was affecting Bonnie’s memory, not letting up even as they prepared the cabin for landing—both of them steering clear of the cabin as the players stripped down to change back into their suits. It was amazing how much work she could get done whilst her mouth was moving a million miles a minute, seemingly every thought coming out in a stream of consciousness. It may have been about Bonnie, but it was still enough for Bonnie to tune out the exact words and just let it become background noise that distracted her from thinking about whether or not Nico was in fact going to find her once the plane had landed.

As always, the players were the first off of the plane, most of them thanking Bonnie and Alice, whilst others looked a bit too green to speak. Nico was the last of the players to disembark, slightly uncommon but not unheard of. Bonnie had to keep her eyes trained on his face because she knew if she even looked at Alice for a moment the endless talking would restart.

“I, uh, don’t actually know if I can miss the team bus from the airport,” he said, his eyebrows knitted tightly together and his voice solemn. “But if I could get your number, we could meet up later? For dinner?”

“Yeah,” Bonnie nodded, blushing. “I’d like that a lot.”

Nico pulled out his phone for Bonnie to enter her number, and, when she was finished, she made accidental eye contact with Alice who had, to Bonnie’s dismay, started to dance in the galley.

[martiestudies]

This week I start a new semester and I'm not feeling it, at all. So if you're like me and need a little help to get through it, here's a list of things to keep in mind:

Organization is KEY

Blocking when you have classes and what's free time in a visual way is super helpful for figuring out how to plan your semester.

Another important thing is getting the sylabus for your courses so you know how to prioritize; plan realistic study sessions so you can stay on course as much as possible.

Remember to separate big tasks into smaller tasks not only so it's easier to organize but also because it's easier to feel accomplished and staying motivated :)

Be realistic with your goals and limitations

Knowing yourself is super important; plan according to what you know YOU can handle. Dedicate more time to things you struggle the most with, prioritize the harder subjects.

Don't forget that everyone has different limits, and don't compare yourself and your progress to others! Your own pace is the only thing that matters.

Take breaks and time for yourself

Remember not everything is about studying. If you use all your time and energy on school, it's easier to get burnt out. Dedicate time for yourself, take frecuent breaks between study sessions, clear your head with series o a book; I promise coming back to the material and concentrating will be so much easier.

Consult your professors

I cannot stress this enough: ASK. Ask about everything you didn't understand; ask them to explain something again; evacuate your doubts as often as you can, even if they seem silly. Professors usually have available office hours or emails where you can contact them, and they also apreciate a lot when it seems you are putting the effort.

Also! Asking questions and participating in class makes it easier for you to remember and absorb the information you're learning.

Study groups

I'm not the biggest fan of studying with other people, but sometimes it's super helpful knowing a few classmates whom which you can share and compare notes and doubts, motivation and frustrations. Revising with someone else can be useful to check what material you need to study more or test what you already studied.

Stay motivated

A pinterest moodboard, thematic playlists, searching for applications or fun facts about what you're studying, MAKING IT FUN, rewarding ourselves after every goal reached. It's super important to, again, not getting burnt out and losing the drive to finish the semester.

Your brain needs energy

Sometimes we forget how important eating and sleeping well is for academic performance.

Don't skip your meals! And have snacks laying around when you're studying. Eating or drinking something substantial every few hourse helps energize your brain so it can process what you're learning.

Resting enough hours is also essential to maximize the efficiency of studying. Sleeping well and plenty helps you concentrate better, retain information easier and think more clearly.

P e r s e v e r a n c e

Discipline is key to get the results we want, even if sometimes we have to sacrifice free time or more compelling activities. Stay on track, follow the plan and don't give up easily. Remember what you're doing it for.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 11 : (Peach Cobbler) Baking: A Sinclair Special

Yet another day where I don't have any new things to say so yet again I hope you all enjoy what I cooked up for today's addition to the menu.

Notes: Minors DNI, Canon typical anything to do with the character, movie or game.

Support Me: KO-FI

The Sinclair Brother's when their love is doing some seasonal baking...

Bo Sinclair:

~ "We ain't got shit like that" is what he would say when you first asked if you could do some baking for the impending season.

~ With a little convincing you could get him to let Lester go pick some ingredients up in the next town over as long as you promised to clean up whatever mess you made.

~From sunrise till well after sunset he's at the gas station in town so to sweeten the deal for him stop in sometimes to surprise him with freshly baked goodies.

~If he ever stops in and you can somehow rope him into helping you, expect every single batch of whatever you're making to come out burnt, not on purpose he just sucks at baking.

~When he sees you bouncing into the station with a little basket full of still warm cookies, or apple fritters he can't help but soften, though he'll never admit that to even you.

~After tasting the treats you back his decides maybe a little seasonal baking isn't so bad.

Vincent Sinclair:

~Baking to him is like art but with pastries, he's all for it.

~The first time you suggest baking for the season he's already making a list of things Lester will need to go and get before you can even finish talking.

~He'll also totally be one to take a much needed break from his wax figures to come help you bake. Anything with meticulous steps you have to perfect I can see him being all over.

~He doesn't come home to help every single day though, so like his twin don't be afraid to drop in and take him some of the new treats you have made

~By a few weeks in he's basically become a baking expert, he keeps little notes of what he likes and doesn't like and gives you expert feedback.

~He'll be so prideful that out of his brothers you chose him to taste test your creations.

Lester Sinclair:

~What do you need him to get? Hell better yet hop into his truck with him and you can come pick out what you want.

~Doesn't really see the artsy side like Vincent does but is still very happy to let you do it.

~He'll start taking time off his roadkill rounds to spend it at home with you, he likes you watch you bake and he'll even help clean up and wash the dishes.

~He tries to eat most everything you make right out of the oven, which burns him many many times before you just tell him to sit and wait outside the kitchen.

~I probably wouldn't invite him to help though, the whole he literally picks up roadkill thing really doesn't make for proper sanitation.

~Since you don't let him help he tries to bake is own cookies eventually... then he forgets to turn the oven off and almost burns the house down much to Bo's displeasure.

[callsign-cacti]

Bet on it

Finn x F.Reader 5.3k words

Summary: A missed meeting, a drugstore bag with a fake pregnancy test, a forgetful Kenny Roper, and intimate knowledge about a bet made by the STU baseball team. What could go wrong?

Rating: Mature: drug use, drinking, future chapters will be 18+.

Warnings: Mentions of faking a pregnancy for a prank/ revenge. If this triggers you, please don't read!

Part Two

You had made it a point to never step foot in either of the South Texas University Baseball houses. For any reason, be it for work or, other recreational purposes. However, here you stand, hand seconds away from banging on the front door of the house.

The neighbors probably thought that you were yet another scorned lover, come to beg for yet another piece of the baseball boys. Yet that couldn't be any farther from the truth.

Taking a moment, you recall all the anger from early as you had sat in the library, waiting for Kenny Roper to show up. And he never did.

As the minutes turned into an hour, and your anger continued to grow with the passage of time, you became more and more sure that today was the day. You had been holding onto this little nugget of information for when one of them truly pissed you off, and you knew that the bunch of idiots, would in fact, do something dumb enough to warrant this.

Kenny Roper was just the poor soul that pushed you over the edge.

So you felt no remorse as you banged on the door, not hesitating to throw it open, as you knew the dumbasses never locked it. You bit your lip as some of the boys yelped, all turning to see who was storming in. As soon as you crossed the threshold, you were assaulted with the stench of stale beer, weed, burnt food and B.O.

Wrinkling your nose, you scanned the room, taking in about half the team lounged about the living room. And then you found Roper, tucked behind McReynolds. Looks like he wasn't so dumb after all, if he immediately knew that you were here for him.

Finn recovered first, "Well look who it is, I thought you had taken a solem vow to never step foot in this cursed house!"

"Shut the fuck up Finn!" You snapped, eyes never leaving Roper. "Roper, where the hell have you been?"

As Roper pales, the rest of them start snickering.

"Actually, I don't give a shit where you have been, 'cause I don't want to hear your dumbass excuse! Upstairs, now!" You barked, knowing it would be easier to compose yourself in front of Roper then it would be with half the team watching you. And lord knows you would need some composure for what you were about to pull off.

As Roper silently led you to his bedroom, passing a door with a sign that read, Fornication. Under. Consent. of King, you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Behind you, the boys began to whoop, Plumber was even dumb enough to shout, "Get it Rope!"

At that, you whirled, ripping the sign off the door and chucking it at Plums head, promptly shutting him up.

As Roper closed the door behind him, you heard shuffling coming from downstairs, the boys being as subtle as a pack of elephants in their snooping.

"I cannot believe that you didn't fucking show up Roper!" You yelled at him, beginning to pace back and forth. "I literally rearranged my whole schedule for you, and you don't even have the gall to show up! This class is quite literally the only thing that is keeping your ass off the bench!" You're screeching now, knowing that you need to be loud enough for the entire house to hear.

"Listen, I'm sorry I didn't show, but practice ran late, and then coach wanted to talk to me after. By the time I finished at the field, I figured that..."

"You figured what?" You bit out. No need to fake your anger for this part. You knew that the baseball boys felt entitled due to the treatment they recieved from students and professors alike, but this was on another level.

"You just figured that since you were a little late it would be okay to make me sit for an hour waiting on you? That since your on the goddamned team I would do the entire thing for you? That I would bend over backwards for you, yet again!"

"Just calm down!" He tries to placate, rising up off of his bed, hands outstreched in front of him as if you're a wounded animal that he's trying not to scare. You can practically hear the collective intake of breath from his teammates.

You're not sure if even Brumley is dumb enough to tell a woman to calm down when she's this mad.

"Calm down, you want me to fucking calm down?" You hiss at him, tone dangerously low. The realization that he is well and truly fucked washes over him, his face going pale, limbs tensing. Now he's the one taking a step back as you advance on him. Eventually, his legs hit the bed, leaving him to fall back onto it.

"How in the ever loving fuck am I supposed to calm down when I am stuck with your dumbass for the considerable future. When you can't even show up for a meeting for a class that would keep you on the team. Now that I know for sure that I can't trust you as far as I can throw you!"

Throughout your little speech, you had been gripping the bag tightly, using it as an extension of your hand as you waved it around. Now, you brought it up to your chest as you lowered your voice, Ropers eyes squinting as he tried to figure out it's contents.

"How am I supposed to calm down, when I just took this!" And with that, you fling the bag towards him. He just barely manages to catch it, holding it slightly away from his body as if it was going to bite him.

Cautiously, he opened it, squinting as he reaches down to pull it out. It's barely out of the bag before it's being dropped on the floor as if it's poisionous.

"What the hell is that" Fear has edged into his voice as he finally looks at you.

"You know exactly what it is!" Crossing your arms, you glare at him, not giving him an inch.

"But it's not mine right?"

"Well do you see anyone else in here with us dipshit?" You spat, pinching the inside of your elbow, desperatly trying to keep the laughter that was clawing it's way up your throat down.

"But, we've never... we didn't... did we?" He's reached back down to tenatively pick up the pregnancy test. He looks at you, then back at the test, then back at you, then shakes his head, as if trying to wake himself from a dream.

"You're shitting me Roper. You mean, you don't even fucking remember sleeping with me?" Your voice is dangerously high at this point, and your hoping that it will pass as you trying not to cry instead of you trying not to laugh. In the other room, something crashed, and you heard the whisper yelling at whoever had knocked it over, but your eyes never left Roper.

“I can’t believe this!” You screeched, throwing your hands up into the air.

“How the hell am I supposed to trust you with a baby if you can’t even remember the simplest fucking thing like a meeting, or the night that you fucking impregnated me!”

And with that, you threw the door open, not at all surprised to see the guys strewn about the hallway, desperately trying to look as if they hadn't been eavesdropping, and failing miserably.

You rushed down the stairs and flew through the back door, barely holding yourself together. It was only once you were outside that you allowed the laughter to escape.

This was the part of the plan that had taken you the longest to decide on. You knew that the money would come out very quickly, but did you want to let Roper stew in what was surely a full on crisis?

As tempting as it was, you also didn't want the rumor that you were pregnant getting around, let alone with Kenny fucking Ropers baby.

So, as soon as you composed yourself, which took a couple minutes, as the look on Kenny Ropers face was not something that you would be forgetting any time soon, you let yourself back into the house, went to the fridge, pulled out a beer and popped the top of.

Unfortunalty, you wouldn't get the full amount today, as only half the team was here, but you had the time to collect, and a pocket full of blackmail material.

Reaching into your bag, you pulled your camera out, and began to head for the stairs.

Once you got within eye sight, you began taking pictures. Finn was collecting the money, McRenyolds was sitting next to Roper on the bed, who was still clutching the pregnancy test in his hand. Plum and Dale were both on the ground laughing, and Coma was pulling out his wallet and counting bills.

As Coma put the bills in Finns hand, Plum collected himself enough to pull himself up off the floor.

"I mean, really dude, how the fuck did you forget sleeping with her?"

"Yeah, especially with that much money on the line." Coma chimed in, reluctantly placing his bills in Finns hand.

"I mean,first of all, she's hot as fuck..."

You raise your camera again as you speak and began to snap away.

"Well thanks Plum!" You say, a grin spread wide across your face. Most of the heads in the room, except for Roper and Plum snap towards you, and you beam as you capture the pure fear and confusion as it flits across their faces.

Plum, bless his heart, just continues on. "I mean, you guys literally told me about this bet on the first day of practice!" And just as the guys begin to violently shush him, he connects the dots on his own, his head whipping towards you.

Once you get a picture of his face, you lower the camera, tucking it into your bag as you take another sip of your beer. They all watch as you walk across the room towards Finn, taking the money from his hand and putting the beer in it's place.

Once you make sure it's all there, you shove it into your bag, and take your beer back from Finn.

Brumley, the dumbass, is the first one to break the silence.

"I don't think your supposed to drink if your pregnant. It's bad for the baby!" He exclaimes, nodding at the beer in your hand.

Rolling your eyes, you look around the room. You can see it in there faces who has figured it out, Finn, Dale and McRenyolds being the only ones who have figured it out. The rest are still looking between you and Roper in confusion.

"I'm not pregnant dickheads!" You hiss. "I mean, you think I'd touch him with a ten foot pole? Not fucking likely!"

When you don't get a response from anyone, you take one last drink from your can before shoving it back into Finns hand.

"Well, this has been fun, Roper, I'll see you Friday for our presentation!" And with that, you head for the stairs, pausing to look back over your shoulder. "And I expect to see you with the rest of my money. I know the whole team was in on it!"

And you left as pandemonium broke out upstairs.

-

They found you the next day in the dining hall at lunch. Heather, your roommate, had literally just walked out for her class, and you remained behind, having a few more minutes before you needed to leave for class.

Opening your book, you pulled out your pens as you lifted a fry off your plate, only to have your fry snatched from your hand as you watched someone else slide your book out from in front of you.

You looked up to see Finn munching on your fry as Dale closes your book. You smirk as Roper and McRenyolds pull out chairs in front of you, and flinch as the chair Nesbit is dragging over squeals on the tile floor.

They have you completely surrounded.

"Hello boys," You smirk, picking up another fry. "Come to give me the rest of my money?" Popping the rest of the fry into your mouth, you summon a smug smirk as you lord your win over the boys.

Finn chuckles as he throws his arm around the back of your chair.

"We'll give you the money."

'Perfect," You interrupt him, holding out your hand.

"If, you tell us who squealed to you about the bet." McRenyolds finishes for him as Finn high fiving you before reaching to steal yet another one of your fries.

"Nice try, a reporter never squeals on her sources!" Batting Dales hand away as he reaches for your plate.

"Come on, you owe me!" Roper states, leaning across the table to take your drink. You scrunch your nose as he puts it back down in front of you, and reach over the table push it back towards him.

"You can have it, I have no interest in catching whatever diseases you may carry!" Beside you, both Finn and Dale chuckle, and you lean back to cross your arms so that you can effectively death glare at Roper.

"And I owe you, owe you for what exactly?" You let all traces of humor drain from your tone.

"Umm, for yesterday?" Roper offers up weakly, well aware that he just fucked up.

"Oh, I owe you for completely rearranging my schedule to fit around yours, only for you to stand me up and leave me to do all the work on a project worth thirty percent of our grade. Oh, and lets not forget about the little bet that you started with the entire baseball team about who could sleep with me first. I owe you for that?"

"Well, I didn't fucking start it... W..." McRenyolds kicked him under the table, promptly shutting him up.

"What he means to say, is that he is truly and deeply sorry, that he regrets all of his actions. And that we would all truly appreciate it if you could, just this one time, fudge your morals a little bit, and tell us who ratted on us!" Finn proclaimed, as Roper nodded along with him.

"In fact, I think we all owe her an apology!" Finn stated, a grin stretching across his face.

"Y/n, I am very, very sorry about the bet! It was very wrong of us, and we will never do it again!"

"Your damn right you won't!" You mutter rolling your eyes at Finn. Dale and McRenyolds scoff at him, as Nesbit smothers "Asskisser" in a very fake cough.

“C’mon guys, you gotta be better then that, y’all gotta butter her up. Right now, she’s fifty bucks richer and still riding the high of Ropers embarrassment!” Finn chastises.

“She already took our money!” Dale whines. “C’mon, don’t you wanna be a good friend and tell us who squealed?”

You snort at this, throwing a fry from your plate at him. He catches it and winks as he throws it into his mouth.

"It's cute that you think we're friends!"

Now, Nes chimes in. “It was obviously someone who was least likely to win that squealed!”

“So, you!” Finn says, popping another fry into his mouth.

“Guys,  it was probably someone who already graduated. Figured they would sabotage the bet because they didn’t win.” Roper adds, looking at you with suspicion.

“I mean, statistically speaking, I’m the one who would win.” Finn says, tightening his arm around you. “Right honeybunch!”

This sends the guys into an uproar so loud they don't notice your low hum.

“Why the fuck do you think you would win!”

“Bullshit”

“Shut the hell up Finn!”

“Tell him he’s wrong!”

You scoff. “As if I’d touch any of you with a 10 foot pole. I’m very content not having any STDs thank you very much!”

“I mean, look at the rest of the guys she slept with…” Finn starts, before your turning to look at him.

“Keeping tabs on me Finnegan?”

And he doesn’t even hesitate. “Course I am. Gotta see who floats your boat, so I can imitate them, and subsequently win the bet.”

Rolling your eyes, you shove him off you. “You’re all disgusting!”

And as the rest of the guys begin to protest, you snatch your book off of Dales lap, shoving it into your bag, and ignoring Finns eyes on you as you walk away.

-

Your not even the least bit surprised when Finn finds you the next day, even though your tucked away in your little corner of the library.

“Ok, I know you’re the type of person who appreciates the whole, no bullshit thing,” which Finn and the team had learned the hard way when they had all attempted to flirt with you on your first team interview after a game last year.

Your response, listing off all of the simple mistakes they had made, and insinuating that they were all very, very small because of those dumbass mistakes.

That was the night the bet was born.

“So I’m just gonna come right out and say it. You’re a liar. A hypocrite, if the shoe fits.” You narrow your eyes as he finishes his statement with a flourish, bringing that stupid pipe to his lips. Leaning forward, you snatch it from his hands, throwing it down onto the table.

“You can’t smoke in the fucking library dipshit. And also, how dare you call me a liar. You don't know jack shit."

“But you don’t deny being one?” Finn was smart, you would give him that. It was a damn shame that he wasted it all on beer, baseball and pussy.

“And why would I lie Finn? Isn’t being with one of the baseball boys the goal? From what I’ve heard, I’m supposed to shout it from the rooftops, maybe even get it tattooed on my forehead. I slept with one of the baseball boys!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s way too long to fit on your forehead. It would probably be better on your lower back, you know, like a tramp stamp!”He grins as he says it, leaning back into his chair, propping his feet up on the table, and crossing his arms behind his head. You try to ignore the way it makes his biceps look, and you definitely don’t notice the way it makes the veins on his forearms stand out.

“Did you come here for a reason Finn, or do you just find enjoyment in bugging me?" You snap at him, looking back down at your paper.

“Well, I clearly came for the pleasure of your company! And also, to… sate my curiosity, if you will.”

“Well, you asked your question, and I gave you an answer, now you can leave me alone so I can work on my paper!” It was a clear dismissal, but he didn’t move a fucking inch, continuing to stare. You kept your eyes on the paper, your hand moving to write down shitty sentences out of pure spite. You were definitely going to have to rewrite part of this paper.

“You know, I can go away real easy for the low price of just two words, a name is all it takes sweetheart!”

“I told you Finn, I have never slept with anyone on the baseball team, ever. Now leave me alone!”

“See sweetheart, the thing is I don’t believe you when you say that. You hesitated for too long yesterday, and quite frankly, we are all good looking guys. Well… most of us. And you cannot tell me that watching us play doesn’t get you all hot and bothered!”

“I have literally never been less turned on then I am when I am watching y’alls games.” You deadpanned. Which was a lie of course. He wasn’t wrong. The team had some very good looking guys, and those pants did wonders for their asses.

“Sweetheart, please, you can’t bullshit the bullshitter!” Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention back to your work, hoping that maybe if you stopped giving him your attention, then he would go away. He was silent for a few seconds, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stand, only for him to pull out the chair your bag was in, drop it to the floor, and seat himself.

“Look, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way…”

“Shut the fuck up Finn, we aren’t in one of your stupid spy thrillers!”

“Please!” He begs, so loud that a few other students turn to look your way. The attention doesn’t seem to phase Finn, although you should have known that it wouldn’t. If anything the new eyes just egg him on.

“Why do you even want to know so bad huh? The bets over, no one won, it doesn’t matter!” You spat.

 A part of you debated on just telling him. He was as hard headed as you were, and the likelihood of him giving up was slim to none. There was always the option of just giving him the name of one of the seniors that had graduated, no harm no foul, but this was also Finn. If he found out that you had lied, then it was just going to make things worse.

You could revisit the idea of telling their coach. The probability of any of the players getting benched was slim to none, but you did have a little bit of pull, as you were the one writing half the articles the scouts were reading. You would never actually write untrue things about the guys and their game, for several reasons, but they didn’t need to know that.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by Finns snapping by your ears, flinching at the loud sound.

“How am I supposed to make my argument if you’re not even listening to me?” He pouted, leaning back in his seat once he was sure he had your attention.

“I don’t know Finn, maybe you could take the goddamned hint and leave me alone so I could get some work done?”

“I’m just saying, you had to find out from someone, and the team has been sworn to secrecy to never tell! The only thing I can think of was if someone was pussy..." He trailed off, remembering who he was talking too as he snapped his mouth shut.

“So you just wanna know who blabbed. This has nothing to do with me?” You innocently ask, batting your eyelids at him.

“Mm, exactly. See, you’re a smart girl, I knew you would…”

You lean forward, gesturing for him to come closer. Trailing your hand up his arm before cupping it around his ear as you leaned in to whisper a name.

"Walt Finnegan."

And that shuts him right up, allowing you to quickly shuffle your papers together and gather your bag, leaving a shocked Walt Finnegan left behind.

-

After Finn found you that morning in the library, Dale cornered you as you were coming out of class, demanding to know who told you. Then it was McRenyolds, who had shoved a girl off of him, before marching up to you, spouting some bullshit about the sancitity of secret keeping on the team, and how, as captain, he needed to know and some other crap.

The next day, you saw Nez coming out of the cafeteria, and you had to put up with his badgering the entire fifteen minute walk to class. The class that you shared with Coma. And you might as well have skipped it, seeing as you spent the entirety of the fifty five minutes shoving the notes from him off of your desk.

After class, you met up with Heather on the green, practically collapsing onto the blanket she had laid out.

"Rough day?" She asked, a smirk fully gracing her face as she took in her misery.

"Their tenacity is surprising. They have been bugging me all day!" You whine. "It almost makes it not worth it. Almost!"

After you explain your day to her, the two of you lay on the green in silence for a few minutes, before she begins packing up. She still has one more class to attend before she's released for the weekend. Once you confirm your plans for later, she is off.

Flopping back down onto the blanket, you pull out your book, letting out a content sigh.

It’s the first time in days that you aren’t doing homework, or writing articles, or being assaulted by the entire baseball team, or stressing about all three. Your laid out in one of your favorite corners of the green, sun shining down on you as you open your book.

You get five minutes of peace and quiet before Finn sits down next to you, effectively ruining your alone time.

“No!” You shout, the frustration in your tone clear. “No, not right now Finn. This is the first time in days where I haven’t been busy. I've been alone for like, five freaking minutes and…”

"Well, I could give you some peace and quiet if you just tell me the truth!" He says, that signature shit eating smile of his firmly in place. When you stay quiet, he nods. "That's what I thought!"

And then he surprises you, shifting so his back is against the tree next to your blanket, and lifts your legs, pulling them onto his lap. Without another glance at you, he pulls out his own book before opening it to the dog eared page.

Quickly, you snatch your legs back, moving to nail him in the leg, but he's faster then you, wrapping your ankle in a steel grip.

"Ah ah ah, you want peace and quiet don't you?" Then he's gently placing your legs back in his lap.

You gape at him, not quite comprehending what was happening, or what angle he was trying to play. But his focus never strayed from the page.

Now you were torn, if you said something, he would probably start in on you, and you were too tired to really fight him on this today.

Maybe you should just leave it alone, and not look a gift horse in the mouth. You really didn’t want to get up and go inside, and if he was being quiet, then who were you to protest. It also didn’t hurt that he looked really, really good with his dumb fluffy hair and stupid tight shirt that strained across his biceps.

Your decision was made for you as his hand begins sliding up your calf, kneading at the muscles there. You're barely able to catch the moan that threatens to escape.

Suddenly, your assaulted with visions of running your hands through that hair, finding out if it was really as soft as it had always looked invaded your mind, nails raking down that toned back…

“I can feel your staring!” He teased, breaking you out of your trance, and made you snap your attention back down to your book in an attempt to hide the blush that heated your face.

And you tried to focus on your book, you really did. Finn didn’t seem to have any problems paying attention to his. At least, that’s what you told yourself in an attempt to explain why his hand was crawling up your leg. His fingers moving higher as the patterns he was tracing got larger.

Yes, that was it. He was just distracted, and he didn’t realize what he was doing. And he also didn’t realize that you were making absolutely no effort to stop him.

But when you looked up from your book, you found his eyes on yours, a smug smile plastered on his face as he trailed his fingers dangerously high on your inner thigh.

“So, we’ve slept together huh?”

You hum, refusing to break eye contact with him. “Shame you don’t remember, although, with your performance, I’m not surprised you blocked it out.” You had fully intended for the comment to be biting enough to get him to back off. However, your voice came out unexpectedly breathy, undercutting the snark of your words.

A smirk grows on his face as he shifts his weight, bringing his face closer to yours so that he’s whispering right in your ear, his fingers dangerously high close to where your thighs meet.

“I know that’s a lie sweets. You wanna know how I know it’s a lie?”

You know you should push him off you. Finn was a fuck boy, and more then that, right now he was motivated, not to sleep with you, but to get some answers. But instead, you found yourself nodding, the sensible part of your brain having left the second his fingers made contact with you.

“There’s a few reasons. One, you could quite literally cut the tension between us with a knife, but somehow, your managing to keep your hands off me, which means I’ve yet to work my magic on you!”

Your moving to swat Finn away, the moment ruined by the return of Walt FInnegan to his natural state, a cocky asshole. But one again, he's moving too fast for you to comprehend, swinging your legs off of his lap and leaning over so that he's hovering above you, faces inches away from the other.

“Besides sweets, if we fucked, there’s no way in hell I would forget that.”

And then he’s standing, brushing off his jeans and winking before walking away.

You sit in shock for a second, watching as he fades into the throngs of people milling about campus.

Finn won that round, you can admit to that. But there’s no way he’s winning the war. Gathering your things, you plot the entire way back to your room, practically throwing the door open, grinning manically when you see Heather beat you back.

“Get up! Change of plans, we’re going out tonight!”

-

I still don't get why you won't just sleep with him!" Heather whines are she puts the finishing touches on your hair. With a flourish, she spins your around to the mirror, and you smile at what you see there.

"Thanks babe, your a godsend!" She just winks at you before moving to start on her own makeup.

Your original plan had been to stay in and do a movie night, but after Finns stunt earlier, you weren't content to let him have the upper hand for long.

So now, the two of you were getting ready for the Sound Machine, knowing that was the baseball boys party of choice when they weren't throwing their own or out of town.

And, to top it all off, James, a smarmy asshole from your English class had told you he would be there tonight. Which made him the perfect unknowing accomplice in your little game with Finn.

In the back of your head, you knew that you were walking a fine line, especially with Finn. When you had chosen to play that little prank with Roper, you severely underestimated the boys need to know who had told you.

And you never thought that Finn would take this much interest in getting to the bottom of it.

Although now, you were beginning to question if you would have done anything differently.

Your snapped out of your thoughts when Heather emerges from the bathroom, still ranting about the baseball boys.

"At this point Heath, it's a principle thing. I can't go sleeping with the athletes! I would lose all my credibility. Also, I have spent the last three years of my life insulting their very manhood. It would be hypocritical of me to fold now."

"And Walt Finnegan has spent the last three years panting after your ass babes!"

"Oh has he now, is this before or after he's stuck his tongue down three quarters of this school's female population?" You spit back at her.

Walt Finnegan didn't want you. He wanted to win the bet to rub it in his friends faces. He wanted you because he felt like you were unattainable.

And most importantly, he couldn't have wanted you that bad, because he had already had you, and he had forgotten about it.

[kami-no-ko]

AGE UP killugon! I have this whole thing in my head: an AU where Killua never left home to attend the Hunter Exam and he is everything his family envisioned him to be. Except he’s burnt out and feels purposeless. So eventually he becomes self-destructive and takes on the most dangerous jobs without breaks or any sense of self preservation. One day, he takes on a job to assassinate Gon Freecss, the youngest 3 star Hunter in history.

Gon is rumored to be insanely powerful and surrounded by influential and faithful allies. It’s the most dangerous job yet even for Killua, and on top of that he’s still recovering from a serious injury from a previous assassination. So when he tracks down Gon at a bar in a fancy hotel, he decides to seduce Gon to get him to lower his guard first and hopefully he would go back his suite with Killua alone. He’s appearance has always been a reliable weapon and from his research, Gon likes men as well as women. But as soon as he starts talking to Gon, it’s like the sun finally shines on him and the dark hole in his heart is magically filled with that sunshine. They talk and talk and flirt and hours go by and the bar closes when the sun is about to rise. So Gon takes Killua back to his room. They start to make out as the door swings shut but Killua forgets his injuries and hisses as Gon reaches under killua’s shirt and disrupted his bandages. He tries to act like it’s nothing and tells Gon to ignore it and keep going but of course Gon would not. They end up just talking all night and make out gently. When the bright morning light shines on Gon’s face, Killua decides that he’s not going to kill Gon- and if Gon finds out about his true motives and kills him or if his family tracks him down and punish him, so be it. But he worries that the person who hired him will hire someone else to finish the job, so he stays with Gon to protect him. It was supposed to be for just a while, but the more time he spends with Gon, the harder it becomes for him to leave. Killua eventually gets his Hunter license. They go on adventures and jobs together. After they risked their lives for each other over and over again, Killua finally tells Gon that he was initially hired to kill him.

But the truth is, Gon is the one who hired Killua. Killua is notorious for his killing spree yet no one even knows what he looks like. Gon decides that he likes a challenge and comes up with this insanely reckless plan without even telling anyone. He wants to draw Killua out; he wants Killua to try to kill him, because it has been a while since he’s met a worthy opponent and he would be taking care of a headache for the Hunter Association as well. But the moment he meets Killua, it’s like a missing piece from a puzzle that is his life has been slid back to where it belongs and a hole that he did not even realize existed in his heart has been filled just like that.

More stuff happens - Gon is kind of an asshole for keeping it a secret and Killua feels so embarrassed and even hurt but Gon being Gon does extravagant stunts to woo Killua so all is good in the end.

Or if we are in a darker universe with a darker Gon, maybe he was initially toying with Killua, making love with Killua, watching Killua falling for him while holding himself back. Killua can sense it but he’s ok with it- he doesn’t think he deserves love anyway. But when a job goes wrong and Killua almost dies protecting Gon, something in Gon cracks. He accepts the fact that he has fallen hopelessly in love with his target just like Killua did. He nurses Killua back to health annnnnnd they lived happily ever after.

Holy crap it’s 3 AM- how did a quick doodle turned into this half ass fiction.

[rafayelsss]

CHARCOAL PANCAKES ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ content: rafayel x gn!reader, no y/n, clingy raf, calls you angelfish in place of y/n

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rafayel keeps distracting you from cooking in the morning...

“Rafayel.”

All you’re met with is a sleepy grumble and a soft nuzzle to your neck, feeling his bangs gently tickle your skin as the strands brush against you.

“Rafayel.”

You repeat sternly, setting down the spatula to slightly crane your head back to look at his pouty little face, nestled in the crook of your neck. He lets out a dramatic groan as he wraps his arms around your waist tighter.

“What’s the problem, angelfish? Do you hate me so much to not let me even cuddle you a liiiittle bit?” Rafayel whined, putting on his best puppy dog eyes on display. 

You could never hate him, of course not… But you’d doubt either of you would want burnt pancakes for breakfast. Really, you should have been prepared for him to pull this act again, he, without fail, always got so… Clingy in the mornings. Not that he wasn’t clingy already, but it's turned up to the max in the early hours, it seems. 

Rafayel hung onto you like a koala every time. And you, being the figurative giving tree, could barely even have the heart to push him away. Even though you know you both will end up eating breakfast with either a slight charred flavor, or scraps you could salvage that dropped on the floor.

You sighed at his theatrics, fully aware that this would be a regular occurrence. His needy self had a way of disarming your self-control, and you couldn’t help but indulge in him.

“Rafayel, it’ll be much comfier to cuddle on the couch when I’m done cooking.” You ruffle his hair as you try to extract yourself from his grip, but it only tightens further.

“You’re just trying to get me to leave.” Rafayel started, his hands running up and down your sides in an admittedly soothing manner, silently, and slowly trying to persuade you to drop the pan and return his affections.

You hold in a snort of amusement. Of course you were trying to shoo him off. You couldn’t exactly focus on cooking a decent meal with a fully-grown man’s arms constantly around you.

But you couldn’t tell him that. No, Rafayel, being the brat he is, would whine and groan about it if you were to tell him, and constantly quote it down to the exact intonation and tone if you tried to hug him, saying something like, ‘I thought you didn’t want to be in this fully-grown man’s arms?’.

You smile at him and rest your free hand over one of his that stayed stationed at your waist, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand in circles. “I promise it’s not about wanting to exile you from my presence. It’s about the fact that I really need to pay attention here if I don’t wanna burn anything down.”

Rafayel protested by giving your hips a sudden squeeze, earning a startled soft gasp from you.

“Am I really distracting you that much? Because if that’s the case, good. Your eyes, ears and lips should always be on me. We can always order in.”

“Most shops around here don’t even open until hours later, Raf.”

You see his brows crease as you watch him weigh over his options in his head. Gears were a-turnin’ in motion in that little noggin. Eventually, he relented, loosening his grip on you yet not pulling away completely to peck your cheek.

Rafayel finally departs reluctantly to move over to the side of the smooth marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest, he still had a look of childish unwillingness as he leaned on it.

“Fiiiiine. As long as you promise to pay me back with your full attention later.”

Who could ever forget. You roll your eyes lightheartedly at his insistence.

“Deal, full attention guaranteed. Now help me finish up with plating this before we end up with a culinary disappointment.”

[olichat-reads]

Instant noodles

Bakugou x reader

Summary: Bakugou cooks instant noodles for you cuz you'll burn the house down before managing it on your own :)

A/n: i cannot cook to save my life :) and in this fic neither can you! :))

established relationship. also uhhh long hair implied? long enough to tie? bro idk how iffy you guys get about descriptions so. yeah.

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Your boyfriend had only just finished a ridiculously exhausting patrol. Sighing tiredly as he crossed the threshold, kicking off his boots, he could barely keep his eyes open and was all but ready to crash into bed.

"I'm ho-" He barely managed to call out before he was interrupted by a loud, panicked squeal coming from the kitchen, that had his eyes flying open, all tiredness forgotten as his hero reflexes kicked in.

"Wait. Wait, no- WABHGH! OH, FUCK."

He rushed into the kitchen to see you standing over the stove, chopsticks in one hand while the other supported the big, fluffy calico hanging off your shoulder, chewing on a mouthful your hair.

He blinked at the sight. Once. Twice. Before he let out a long, tired sigh of an aging single mother of 6 children on a sugar rush 2 hours past bedtime.

"Why."

"ITS NOT MY FAULT!" you squawked indignantly, before squeaking as the furry demon on your shoulder managed to undo your hair tie, your ponytail coming undone. Your bastard of a boyfriend had the audacity to raise a perfect blonde eyebrow at you, clearly unconvinced.

"Oh my god. Just help me get this gremlin out of the kitchen."

This bitch has the nerve to let out another weary sigh of a warrior bearing the weight of the world as he lazily makes his way up to you and you have never wanted to smack him so bad in your life.

"The way I see it, there are two gremlins in my kitchen and both of you are leaving."

"RUDE- BWAH!" You squeaked in surprise when your stupidly buff pro hero of a boyfriend scooped you- and the cat- ridiculously easily into his arms, casually making his way out of the kitchen.

"Mrrp."

"SHUT IT. THIS IS YOUR FAULT- WHHH. KATSU STOP THAT," you shrieked when Bakugou all but dumped you onto the couch, the impact knocking the air out of your lungs before he was plopping the heavy ass furball onto your stomach to force a wheeze out of you and finish off the job.

Satisfied, that the fire hazard- you- were a safe distance from anything flamable, he left you to wrestle with your oversized beast of a cat on the sofa. Padding into the kitchen let another exhausted sigh of a tortured old soul given God's greatest test as he assessed the damage done.

"What were you even making?"

"Instant noodles!" You called from the living room. "I- OH MY GOD STOP TRYING TO EAT MY HAIR YOU FURRY LIZARD-" Bakugou listened to the loud thump from the living room followed by a loud indignant yowl and more frantic scrambling before you popped up beside him.

"Oh. But I burnt the first one so this was gonna be my second try," you explained nonchalantly, peering down at your failed attempts of a late supper.

"How the fuck," he started, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to keep whatever patience he has left on your cooking abilities from leaving his body. "Do you burn instant noodles?"

"Fire, apparently."

"...you know what, forget I asked." At this point he wasn't even sure if you were being sarcastic or if your braincells just give up on life the moment cooking was involved.

"You're banned from the kitchen if I'm not around to supervise," he stated, dumping the contents of the pot into the trash, not really knowing what exactly was in it- just that he was sure it was nothing close to edible.

"Wh- you can't do that!" You sputtered in disbelief. Because, come on! You're bad but not that bad.

"Can. Just did."

"But I didn't even set off the fire alarm this time!"

"The fact that you managed to set it off at all should be enough for me to ban you from the kitchen."

"Bu-" you cut yourself off as you caught the look your boyfriend gave you from the corner of his eye. Bombastic side eye indeed.

"Fine.." you grumbled, conceding begrudgingly, puffing out your cheeks in annoyance as you watch Bakugou tinker around in the kitchen with practiced ease. The two of you settled in comfortable silence

"Oh. Thats okay, Katsu," you spoke up when you saw him pull out fishcakes and veggies to add to the noodles. "I was going to make a plain one anyways."

Another sigh of an exasperated dying seal.

"Baby. I know for you, the bar is in hell. But I have standards to live up to, y'know."

Well. You're too shocked by the audacity of this man to even respond to that apparently.

At least he gave you kisses to shut you up.

And he's making you food.

And he's hot.

Yeah. Otherwise, you'd be whacking him on the head.

...

Yeah, no. You're whacking him either way. Bakugou only burst out cackling at your attempts to pounce at him, easily holding you off with a single muscled arm, while not even pausing his cooking.

How dare he.

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It was only a little while later that you're perched at the counter, satisfied little smile from a good late night meal as your boyfriend watched you slurp up the last of the bowl's contents with exasperated fondness.

"You're lucky you're cute with how much of a safety hazard you are."

"Can you ever compliment me without insulting me in the same sentence?" You drawled lazily, padding to the sink with your dirty dishes.

"No."

You tried glaring at this bastard, failing miserably. You were barely able to keep your eyes narrowed at your sleepy boyfriend that depsite the bite in his words, had unmistakable softness in his eyes that you know is reserved just for you.

If an ass, why so fucking adorable?

"Hey," you called softly, walking over to him, reaching out to touch his arm, stirring him just a bit before he fell asleep at your kitchen counter. You loosely wrapped your arm around his shoulders from where you stood beside him, nuzzling into his fluffy hair. "Thanks for the food. We should probably head to bed now."

Your cat yowled loudly, calling onto both your attention as she passed the counter, trotting into the kitchen to her food bowl, tail swishing high in the air.

Oh no.

You winced internally as you watched Bakugou woke up a little more, his eyes narrowed in focus at the sight of the cat's tail looking suspiciously singed.

Fuck. Yep. Time for bed. You barely managed to slip out of the kitchen and into the hallway before-

"DID YOU SET FIRE TO THE FUCKING CAT?!"

"NO SHE DID THAT HERSELF!"

"Y/N!"

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A/n: based on me and my cat that woke up and chose violence :)) also HI !! its been a hot minute since i posted a fic and i mOURN the time this blog has been quiet. life has just been busy and my brain wiLL NOT STOP SPOUTING NEW WIP IDEAS BEFORE FINISHING ONE GOD-

[a-killer-obsession]

Wanna say real quick if you're a fanfic writer and you're looking at my page like "ohhh they hit 500 followers so fast and they have a upload schedule and post twice a week, maybe i have to post twice a week to get followers" - Stop

This turned into a whole guide for newbies so more under the cut

Please do not use me as an example! Im disabled and unemployed which means i have time to write two chapters a week, please do not put that sort of pressure on yourself!!! I only let myself have a upload schedule because i keep a small backlog of chapters, meaning i have some buffer if my health is bad or i get writers block, and as yall saw recently i will take a break if i loose that backlog. If i was forcing myself to write two chapters a week on a strict deadline i would absolutely loose my shit and probably burn out very quickly. And to be entirely honest, I haven't seen much difference in follower growth now that I have a schedule versus when I was just posting whenever I remembered to. I really don't think a schedule makes a huge difference, I just like having one because it gives me some sense of routine now that I'm unemployed.

What im trying to say, especially if you're new to posting fanfics, is please dont stress yourself out by thinking you need a strict schedule for anyone to like your fic or follow you. You shouldn't be writing for followers anyway, write for yourself! Write because YOU want to write. And if you fall out of love with that writing, dont feel like you need to force it just to make others happy! When i get burnt out writing Wavelengths, I keep going because *I* want to get to the ending, I've been excited to write it for months. Its another reason i dont start writing new long forms until i have a generic plan of where im going, which is something i highly recommend. Having a chapter you're excited to write really helps when you're trying to find motivation.

While I have you here, let me lay down some general tips for new fanfic writers, especially for those who post on tumblr:

Write because you want to write. Don't ever feel like you need to cater to someone else, that's a sure fire way to get burn out

If you do get burn out: don't worry about it, either it'll pass or it won't. Maybe you'll drop that idea all together and move to something new. Don't sweat it, write what makes you happy. Forcing yourself will only make it worse and it'll show in your writing. Writing fanfics is a hobby, it should be FUN. Sure someone might come across your fic years from now and be sad that it's not complete but they'll probably only be sad for a few days at most and then they'll forget about it. Its not a big deal. Who knows, maybe you'll find inspiration years down the line and make someone's day by randomly updating after years of hiatus. It happens 🤷

Dont worry about how much engagement your fic gets. I know absolutely incredible fics that get barely any engagement, and some frankly hard reads that have a ridiculous amount. Its all just dumb luck really. Again - write because you want to

Don't sweat typos too bad. I recommend finishing your chapter/one shot, giving it a day or so, and THEN come back to proof read. I find doing this gives me fresh eyes and I often find a lot of ways to improve the chapter while I'm fixing typos. If you accidentally leave typos in there, don't worry too much. As long as it makes enough sense for people to understand what you meant, people will still read it. Just look at the first few chapters of Wavelengths for example, they're riddled with typos from swapping from 3rd to 1st person, but people still read them (I'LL FIX THEM SOON I PROMISE LMAO)

Don't worry about being cringe. Cringe is dead, make your characters as self inserty and over powered as you want. CRINGE IS DEAD. If you think its fun to write powers and tropes that you're worried will be cringe, fuck it, write it anyway. As long as YOU have fun writing it. Do you know how many "whoops accidental pregnancy" trope fics I've written? Every single one of my long forms has either had it, or planned to, because I like that trope! I don't care if its cringe, I will continue to get my characters knocked up

Some quick accessibility things:

Please left align your fic! I've seen people posting center and right aligned because it "looks cool". These alignments should be used sparingly! As well as things like italics and different fonts/font sizes/colours! They should be used to highlight small sections only! Otherwise they can make it very difficult for people with reading difficulties to read!

If you're posting on tumblr:

Make sure the majority of your fic uses the default black font. Some people set the whole thing to a different font or the "small" font or a different colour and I literally can't read them, and it makes me so sad! I'm sure I'm not the only one with this issue! Its okay to use other fonts for things like headers and descriptions, but for the bulk of your fic use the default! Theres a graphic designer out there somewhere who spent a long time picking the best font for the body text on this website for a reason!

If your fic is longer than a few paragraphs, use the READ MORE function!!! Either cut under a description or the first few paragraphs so people get a preview of your fic. You may think it's silly to hide most of your fic, but if someone, especially on mobile, comes across your fic automatically trimmed on the fyp, and likes your stuff, and they go to your account to see more and have to scroll for a million years just to get past your newest post, they're quickly going to give up trying to read your other stuff. Using the read more function makes it easy for people to browse your blog and check out more of your works!! It also makes it more likely people will reblog for the same reason.

Along the same lines: have a masterlist. This can be as simple as a pinned post where you add a link every time you post something new. This makes it super easy for people to check out more of your work!

If you have a long form/multi chapter I also recommend going to the previous chapter and adding a "next chapter" link when you post the next one. Not 100% needed though, if you have a masterlist that can be enough on its own, people just appreciate having that next chapter link for binge reading. PUT IT AT THE BOTTOM PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. I hate when I finish a chapter and have to scroll for a million years to get to the top for the link

Feel absolutely free to use the way I format my fics and masterlist as example, but like I said, it can literally be just as simple as a list of links. I recommend listing the links at bare minimum as the title of the fic, and the pairing people can expect (including if its nsfw is a good idea too)

Speaking of NSFW: if your work isn't suitable for minors please make that clear! Even just a 'minors DNI' at the start of the post is good! If you wanna get fancy there are lots of creators who make lovely 18+/minors dni banners you can use for free, just google it and plenty will come up. If you're not adding a cut before the NSFW content then make sure you mark the post as for mature audiences (idk how you do it on the computer because I'm mostly a mobile user but on mobile you can find it bottom right, the icon with the two people). Not appropriately censoring your posts can result in tumblr restricting and possibly banning your account.

Finally, and this one is oddly specific to people who use google docs, but you can use a copy of this google doc to automatically add all the html to your writing so you can just copy and paste it into tumblr or AO3, instead of having to manually fix all the formatting. Do not just copy and paste AO3 html into tumblr, for some reason it has major issues with italics and will cause you a major headache. Just use the linked doc, its a super time saver, I've been using it for ages now

Okay thanks for reading bye

[capricioussun]

Been a minute, but I found the note and finished it up a bit. These guys are still very new and subject to change as I get a better feel for them

Off brands

Okay, starting with the initial group mentioned: the three papyruses.

Castor (Fell Papyrus) - outwardly comes across cold and harsh, tends to keep to himself and avoids socializing, short temper for getting annoyed but pretty hard to genuinely piss off. Won't talk about his AU to anyone but Calcine, anything relating to his brother is a very sore spot.

7'2, for piercings, has a nasal ridge bar, one horizontal brow bone, and one teardrop, both on the left side. Has rings down each outer ledge of his scapula, sometimes laces ribbon through them. For "tattoos" (etchings w/ stain), he has stars scattered on the right side of his skull, oleander flowers on his left shoulder, and a bat across his inner sacrum where it meets the lumbar spine (possibly others, yet to be determined).

Has significant scarring, though maybe not as much as Edge. Candy apple red magic with hints of purple. Ringed eyelights that aren't prone to changing shape very often, but when extremely angry, pin dots appear in the center of the rings.

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Calcine (Tale Papyrus) - outwardly comes across very similar to canon Papyrus, but almost like it's a stage role he’s forgetting the lines to. Slightly calmer and less whimsical/humorous, more prone to apparent anxiety, but tries very hard to act as "normal" (when compared to canon Papyrus) as possible. Won't discuss what wound him up here, but will happily talk about his AU prior. It sounds like...undertale.

6'5, the bones of his entire body up until his skull are burnt, permanently charred, but he makes no effort to hide this. Might have eyelights...? Sometimes it appears there is light coming from deeper within his skull but he makes an effort to prevent others from seeing this. Blue magic.

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Anthias (Swap Papyrus) - outwardly seems a bit quiet and distracted, but otherwise generally friendly. Laid back and tries to keep calm no matter the situation, despite often times those around him being more prone to panicking and ignoring him. Will talk vaguely about his brother and a few others from his AU but not much else.

6'7, very similar appearance-wise to a standard swap Papyrus, though he has prominent freckles and blue magic. Typically tries to wear clothes to cover his body and the few scars he does have unless around others he's very comfortable with.

Their dynamics w/ each other ⬇️

Calcine was the first person to get Castor to open up...at least a little bit. It was hard won, but he does, finally, consider Calcine a genuine friend. They've talk more about their own AUs to each other than anyone but still haven't actually said much, especially not about the afflictions that separate them from the "standards".

While they do care for one another, neither are particularly good at actually looking out for the other, and on occasion, even enable bad habits. They're working on it.

Anthias and Calcine have known each other since before Castor joined them, but never really spoke much until after. Despite his laid back aura, Anthias is deeply self conscious, which caused an unintentional rift between the two with Calcine finding him to be aloof. Eventually though, they get to know each other better, and even become very close friends. Calcine has since earned the nickname Ziggy from Anthias.

Castor and Anthias met through Calcine, though Anthias had been very curious about him since Castor's arrival. They didn't get along so well at first, mostly because of Castor's standoffish nature, but as he settled in more, they gradually found themselves easing around the other, (with the mediation of Calcine, too, of course). They have more of an unspoken understanding type of dynamic, and enjoy spending quiet time together or working independently in the same place. Anthias jokingly calls him Cassie sometimes, leading to Castor referring to him as nearly any feminine A name in response (ie Annabelle, Andrea, Annie, Alexis, etc)

I don't have proper refs for any of them, but I've drawn Castor and Anthias before (prior to deciding to make them entirely separate variants)

Castor vis ref • Anthias vis ref

[eatifa]

do you remember? part three

a/n - hello! this is inspired by a tiktok edit and i used an author's quote for sanzu part.

this part is controversial so please read the trigger warnings and sanzu part is really dark and morbid.

part 1 - starring - mikey, koko and chifuyu

part 2 - starring - draken, baji, kazutora

concept - seeing her again, a person that they used to know.

starring - izana, ran and sanzu

trigger warning - gaslighting, cohesive relationship, gender inequality, abusive power stance

izana was toxic

it take a lot for izana to open up to someone. when it does happen, his feelings doesn't change but rather become more intense. the only difference is that a spark of paranoia get added to the hot boiling cauldron since his biggest fear is being abandon and being alone forever.

he doesn't know how to distinguish between the fine line of being protective compare to being offensive. as someone that never been raised with love and affection, izana could only see everything in tint of black and grey.

no matter how hard someone try to get izana to see things in a different way, the result would be temporarily, he would give it a go before reverting back to his old ways at the realisation of external factors.

izana rather be the flame than the one that get burnt. seeing the good in others is naive thinking, it's asking to be backstab by someone whose have ill intentions at the other person. afterall, you never know what someone is like at the end of the day.

this conversational mindset and negative thinking creates a knock on effect on his relationship with someone. he doesn't restrain her from doing what she want or the other small things like choosing the ideas for dates.

instead, izana plant seed of doubt inside the woman that she love. he see it as an act of precaution rather than being a harmful deed. it's not wrong if he doing it out of love.

"are you sure that you have been invited? maybe, it was just out of sympathy."

"it's been a long time since you have seen her, she must be closer with someone else by now."

"you should disable the read recipients, it's embarrassing to be left on read."

it would take a long time for her to catch on what he is doing. izana is too deceitful for others to tell whether his actions are genuine or not. the worst thing is of being his girlfriend, that she automatically give him the benefit of doubt the most.

izana is aware of this but he simply does not care.

izana know what he is doing but why would someone reflect on their actions or acknowledge the consequences if they don't feel guilt?

izana would never feel this no matter what happens. the only way out is rejecting him.

"fuck off, izana. get out of my way."

the ending of his longest relationship with a woman. it is time to say goodbye but izana still doesn't feel guilt or he see her as a victim.

izana is the one that put his utmost effort into the relationship, it's not his fault she suddenly switches on him.

the only thing that izana feel is heartbreak but his pride is too strong to beg anyone back. he rather be alone and forgotten than deal with being second choice.

when the mourning state finishes, izana keep it lowkey and forget about her but as more of his relationships face the same ending, the penny finally drops.

he is the problem.

it's a bitter pill to swallow but he needed to change before he inflict irreversible damage but it's a problem that izana need to face along. being alone never appeals to him but izana needed to do as a solo.

he stay single for a long time as the process start but he catches a glimpse of the first woman that he did it too. izana wasn't entirely sure whether it was a sign when seeing her in a restaurant, sitting at a table for two.

but if izana wanted to mend his ways, he needed to start with her first by apologising. as izana made his way towards her direction, someone else beat him to it.

another man, her date and izana couldn't help but feel a needle of jealously stabbed inside his veins.

but izana want to do the right thing since he no longer have the desire to revert back to his old ways. it is time to stop being a charade.

the victim blaming act card will just unravel his progress so izana decides to just sneak one glance at his first woman before turning his back against her and walking away.

some things are better left unsaid.

ran did it for the wrong reason.

ran knew it was a stupid idea to date the plain jane in high school solely because of a bet.

a light bet between him and his brother to see who could get the most reserve and quiet girl in their year goes on a date with them. the winning prize of the bet faded away in his mind since years had passed when the bet was formed.

ran was the winner.

it's backfired. the feeling started to develop. one date, two date and countless dates happened. a big commitment of moving in together when they reached their early twenties.

the whole relationship was formed on a lie from ran's side. he should had come clean after a few months in but as the time passed, the lies create more spiderwebs of deceit along with the love out weighting the guilt of scale.

the confession would either destroy the relationship or strengthen it. delaying the truth wasn't a sensible idea but the feelings had become too intervened where he was genuinely afraid his girlfriend would have a breakdown.

ran would just feel the loneliness but his biggest fear is that his girfriend would be traumatised too much to let anyone else in. it would be his own fault but the option of being there to let piece back together her broken heart wouldn't be available to him.

but when his girlfriend started dropping signs that she want him to propose. the moment had arrived to come clean before he completely fuck up her life forever.

"i need to tell you something."

"are you going to propose?"

he wanted to run himself over with a car or rot in a cell forever. it still wouldn't had been enough though.

she didn't believe him at first. the denial started to disappear when he rang rindou along with putting him on speaker to confirm the bet was the truth.

when the phone call ended, he was expecting tears or a slap to the face but the hollow look in her eyes made his heart drop. she didn't even make a sound, she just look numb.

she is in mute mode forever and it's all his fault.

ran couldn't stay though, it would be like adding oil to the fire so he left with conflicted feelings but he had already hurt his ex-girlfriend enough.

ran did secretly hope she would be brave enough to start anew.

so years later, when he was at a theme park with his brother, rindou pointed out a ghost from his past.

the girl that he broke her heart but seeing her with two children and a man standing next to her made him feel a bit relieved. she managed to move on and start her own family.

but ran never did, he couldn't help but feel a wave of regret washed over him when the relief died down.

he truly does still miss her.

she was never coming back though.

he wanted to be the father of her children.

but he only have himself to blame.

sanzu was forced

sanzu always believe that she was a wildcard but never imagined that she was a demon in disguise. if he knew that the encounter wouldn't had happened if he put his foot down and refused to be his friend's guest for a wedding, the start of a hellish predicament wouldn't had began.

but sanzu gave in and it was the biggest mistake of his life. he met her as one of the bridesmaid and he wasn't entirely sure why but she wouldn't leave him alone when he would goes to the buffet table.

he was sure if she didn't had to sit at that assigned table with the rest of the bridemaids, she would had stuck to him like glue throughout the whole wedding but her role was enough to do damage.

"can i have your number?"

the annoying woman asked out loud enough for the bride and groom to over heard them.

for fuck sake.

sanzu couldn't start a fight at a wedding that he wasn't even personally invited too. his friend would hate him forever and he didn't want to be a homewrecker for the newlyweds.

so sanzu grudingly typed him number in her phone.

"ring me, so i can save your one."

sanzu didn't want to say this but he could feel the gaze of the bride piercing him behind his back. but surely, a number could do no harm? he was wrong.

she had tried texting and ringing him but sanzu left her messages on read and let the calls goes straight to voicemail. but she still kept spamming her no matter what he would do.

in the morning where he decided that blocking her should fix everything, his friend knocked on the door and sanzu opened it without a second thought. another person was standing next to him.

it was her.

sanzu wanted to slam the door on them but that was too abrupt.

"i need to leave soon. come back another time."

he was hoping the excuse would be enough to scare them away.

"that's fine, we did popped in without any warn-"

"is it fine for me to use the bathroom?"

isanzu would told her to fuck off but he couldn't, his reputation was on the line. one thing lead to another and they ended up sitting at the table belonging in the kitchen where sanzu needed to act normal by giving them refreshments.

"so sanzu, tell me about yourself."

the start of his first conversation with the bitch.

after that, she sent him a message.

do you want to go out on a date?

sanzu just deleted it.

she disappeared for a month or so where sanzu believes that she finally got the message and deleted her number with a happy smile on his face.

but she doesn't deal with rejection well.

it started off subtle, receiving bad grades for the assignments of his master and receiving threats of retaking the year if there isn't an improvement.

sanzu did not understand why this was happening. no one jump from being the best in the class to the bottom. from that moment onwards, a domino affect started happening.

his dog went missing, his girlfriend dumped him, the rent suddenly jumped up out of nowhere that forced him to move out.

getting fire from his part time job was the last straw. this was no longer a coincidence and rewinding from the start must give a clue.

"are you implying that we graded your work wrong?"

sanzu gave up with asking the lecturers from getting that as his first answer. pissing them off would just be another problem that he couldn't deal with right now.

in the end, sanzu researched the university more in depth online.

the generous donors that help this educational institution.

one of the article that appears on the first page, sanzu was compelled to click on it. as the page load onto the screen, he scanned through the names till he stop at particular one.

sanzu zoomed in to get a proper close at the surname.

why did he recognise this one?

ding.

the paranoia started to get to sanzu when he heard the doorbell ringing straight away when he read the surname.

what was going on?

sanzu wanted to find out and running away wouldn't explain anything.

with a beating heart, he grabbed onto the handle and opened the door.

it was her, wearing a black checkered pinafore dress with a black ankle boots.

what the fuck is she do-

his face dropped. sanzu remember now. it was her surname, one of the first thing mentioned when she forced herself inside his home.

everything clicked into place but it must be a sick prank.

why would anyone be bothered enough to make his life a li-

"when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”

sanzu wanted to believe that he misheard her statement but seeing her devilish smirk confirmed that his theory is correct and she know what she is doing.

"so listen to me, love."

sanzu wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

he was fuck.

eventually, she left sanzu for another person but he was never the same after that. his forced relationship with her was a living hell. sanzu genuinely doesn't knew how he was able to survive through that jail sentence.

one thing for sure, sanzu wasn't going to forget her name anytime soon and it would be a long time since he would trust another woman.

but time heals everything and the damage had fade away enough for him to start a relationship with another woman.

sanzu genuinely thought the pain was gone till she saw her again in a designer jewellery store. seeing a glimpse of her made him goes into panic mode that made him sprint in the opposite direction.

he just wanted to get far away from her as far as possible.

throughout the whole relationship, others would say she was nothing but sweet and sanzu would always wanted to add another word but he never could.

she's sweet but a psycho.

"when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”

her threat popped inside his head again and she certainly lived up to those words but sanzu felt like turning around to tell her to fuck off.

but who would believe a man over a woman.

[konigofmyheart]

christmas prep with könig

gn!reader, fluff with one innuendo/suggestive comment

zimtsterne: little cinnamon star cookies ⭐️

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setting up for christmas with könig is truly a special experience. it’s always been one of the nicer memories from his childhood. it wasn’t anything grand, but his mother always made sure they had a little magic, be it in the form of a little wooden toy, slightly burnt cookies, or little snowmen that left könig with stinging hands from the freezing snow. that magic is something he’s always held on to, and of course he’d want to share it with you, too.

it starts early. before you even wake up, he’s already made his homemade hot chocolate, and his zimtsterne are freshly out of the oven, cooling on a rack on the counter, and he’s hauled all 13 christmas storage boxes out to the living room. you pad into the kitchen, drowsily and halfheartedly complaining that he started without you. it’s hard to be even pretend annoyed, though, when his eyes are sparkling with excitement like that. plus, “that’s the boring part, liebling, i only want you to have fun!” he insists as he places a loaded mug of hot chocolate (a giant dollop of cream with cinnamon dusting the top floating in your mug) and warm zimtsterne stacked on your favorite holiday plate. he’s easily infecting you with twice the christmas spirit, the way he eagerly goes on and on about all there is to do today: picking up the tree, dressing it up, then decorating the entire house top to bottom so everything sparkles and glows.

the moment you finish your breakfast he’s at the door, almost wiggling like a dog eager for a walk. after you pass inspection (i.e. his excessive bundling where he layers your coat, then gently slides your gloves onto your hands, then wraps your neck and half of your face with your scarf, and thennn fixes your hat onto your head to keep you warm for the arduous five second walk to the car), you’re on your way to the christmas tree farm. you two sing along to christmas classics on the drive, obviously dedicating “all i want for christmas is you” to each other. as you walk up to the lot of trees, you’re still smiling at the way könig always attempts the high note just for your amusement, and he gives your gloved hand a squeeze, hoping you forget his creaky high note as quick as possible.

he swears he doesn’t like the way the old lady who owns the lot gushes over him, saying how “such a big boy must be so helpful, so good to you”. his ears flushing pink tell a different story though, even more so when you agree with the lady before the two of you walk over to the rows of trees, and there’s only a handful that are taller than him. she playfully shouts out a “gosh, if only i was 40 years younger and 10 times luckier… ” and practically cackles at the way he pretends not to hear, stepping behind some trees (that definitely don’t obscure him) as he flushes even further. he’d have convinced you he didn’t like the compliments, were it not for the way he makes even more of a show than usual of loading your tree (the biggest on the lot, naturally) on top of his giant suv. he’s practically puffed up with pride as he helps you into the car, earning even more hoots of praise from the tree lady (“they don’t make them like that anymore! you hold on tight to him now, ya hear?”) and some giggles from you.

now in your driveway, you go in first so as to guide the tip of the tree through the door, with könig doing the heavy lifting. all’s well until the tree gets a bit more than halfway in, the branches so full that they catch on the doorframe, even with it being wrapped up with netting! your worried “hm, I don’t think it’s gonna fit, baby” gets instantly answered with a determined “it’ll fit, schatzi. i’ll make it fit” from könig. now, of course you’re a grown adult and not some immature 14 year old, but come on, you’re only human! you look at each other over the stuck tree, your eyebrows raised meaningfully and a dumb smile tugging at your lips. he really can’t stop himself from flushing yet again, huffing a “don’t say it” as he rams the tree through the doorway, thiiis close to toppling over onto the tree with his momentum. only his quick reflexes saved your tree from becoming a pancake.

this isn’t your first christmas together; you have the process down to a perfect rhythm. you get a head start while he reheats his chocolate, bringing your mugs over to the coffee table to serve as your tree decorating fuel. together you make quick work of the ornaments, tinsel and lights (he handles the upper level while you access the bottom level far better than he could). step ladders become irrelevant as long as he’s around. like always, your favorite ornament and his are right next to each other, front and center. “my star placing the star” he lovingly murmurs against your ear before picking you up so you can place the star at the very tip top of your tree. you laugh at his cheesy line, his fingers totally accidentally tickling your sides as he turns you around against him, his eyes crinkling in that special way reserved just for you. he swallows your giggles with a reverent kiss, and though you’re both covered in pine needles, tinsel scraps, and glitter, your mouths taste of chocolate and warmth and love. <3

[carateum3]

Treasure as tropes REMASTERED VERSION, OT12

Just treasure as really cliché tropes + mini scenarios but version 2023 because I changed my writing a lot and it was crap.

Warning : grammatical errors sorry English is still not my mother tongue , really cheesy and cliché...Well that's the whole point. Sorry if its not good, its been a while...

최 현석 • Choi Hyunsuk

Co-Worker to lover - Hyunsuk was a famous producer, always praised by everyone, especially your other co-workers. You were also a producer but more on the discreet and shy side. You obviously knew Hyunsuk I mean who didn't ? He was the best producer of the agency ! One day, your manager asked the two of you to work together on a song. Honestly, you never felt this anxious before. Not only because Hyunsuk was a really good producer and a very attractive man but also because you started to develop a crush on the latter. Writing and composing the song together was the best experience ever, you got along very well and Hyunsuk felt home. Within only few days, you composed an amazing song, yet you couldn't help but feel sad ; if the song is finished, it means you won't work with Hyunsuk anymore. But Hyunsuk wasn't ready to let you go so the last day, he gathered his courage and asked you out on a date, only the two of you at the café near the studio. You smiled wildly, laughed loud, blushed like crazy during the whole date and you probably looked like a dummy but you liked this feelings, the butterflies in your stomach. Hyunsuk was cheerful, cuddly, kind a cute and at this time, for the first time in your life, you knew that you were in love.

And it was seemingly reciprocated. You'll always remember the words Hyunsuk told you that day "Y/N... I think I love you. Will you let me take you on other dates ? As your boyfriend ?"

Other members under the cut

박 지훈 • Park Jihoon

Fake bf to lover -

"Please please, pretty please Jihoon be my fake boyfriend. I beg you !" you pleaded your friend, Jihoon , the plan was to make you ex-boyfriend jealous and ,being the playful as always, the boy accepted. It was just an act after all, none of you will catch feelings... Right ?

At first it was just in public ,you two were a bit touchy yet you never kissed or anything else ,just little hugs here and there and that was it and to be honest...you almost forget your ex, everything with Jihoon felt so real and nice.

Then, one day ,when you saw your ex step in while you were with Jihoon, the boy grabbed your waist tightly and, as if it was nothing important, he kissed you ,like if he wanted to claim that you were his and only his. It took you long to realize but you liked it, the kiss, it felt incredible and you felt things that you never felt with your ex.

Since the kiss ,the two of your became close even when it was only you and him alone. You liked to cuddle together while watching films, send cute texts to each other all day long, bake together cookies that you accidentally burnt , Jihoon even kissed you once when you two were watching a cute silly movie. Afterwards, everything just happened so naturally, the kiss were more and more frequent and one day, Jihoon couldn't keep his feelings to himself anymore. So he talked to you, assuming his feelings for you and waiting to be rejected. But it obviously didn't happen ; you just pecked his lips and whispered how much you loved him too.

요시 • Yoshi

Childhood friend to lover -

Yoshi is a sweetheart since ...forever. When you two were still little kids, he was the greatest and loveliest best friend alive ,the most caring little thing that could exist.

Still, years passed and unfortunately, the two of you lost contact ,high school naturally separated the both of you, as if it was your fate to be far away from each other. Yoshi was the popular type, handsome, loved by absolutely everyone and every girls had a crush on him while you...You were here and that's already enough. You always wandered around with your little and cozy friend group.

But you'll always remember that day, when you saw him at the art club. At first, you were too shy to even talk to him but when he approached you, you just couldn't help speaking a lot,remembering the good times together and Yoshi listened to you with sparkling eyes, those eyes you adored. And it suddenly hit you... you missed him more than you would ever admit, you felt like a part of your heart was gone all this years, like something was missing and you found it... It was Yoshi. Yoshi just brought half of your heart back.

김 준규 • Kim Junkyu

Stanger to lover/love at first sight -

It was just something about the way his big and smiley eyes smiled at you, something about his rosy and puffy cheeks when you two had an eye contact. You didn't know him and even if you didn't believe in love at first sight now you did ,he was just a random guy at the amusement park with two of his friends yet he just hit different. He was breathtaking he had longs legs ,small face, the cutest smile you'd ever seen, he was perfect. Actually, he was more than perfect.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't noticed how his two friend were shamelessly teasing him because he was staring at you while smiling like an idiot. He just got lost in your beautiful sparkly eyes, as if they were reflecting all the stars and other celestial bodies that were decorating the sky. Junkyu just knew he fell in love.

And you knew it you, however, you just couldn't make a move, you were a way too shy to do it. But Junkyu couldn't let you go that easily, as you were about to disappear of his sight, he ran after you then, with the cutest smile on his face, he asked for your number.

That's how a wonderful romance started.

마시호 • Mashiho

Brother's bestfriend to lover -

Mashiho was the best friend of your brother and ,and since you were around 10 years old ,you grew used to see him practically everyday at your place, sometimes playing basketball, some other times dancing with your brother. And you genuinely enjoyed to watch him because he was surely the best at the two sports. Actually, Mashiho was good at everything.

Being younger than him, you knew that you should look at the boys of your age but Mashiho was just different, always happy with a smile on his face and you loved him for that... Yes you loved him. You had feelings for him. Sometimes, the older even cooked you some dishes when your parents weren't here ; the boy seemed to have a soft spot for you.

He just felt the need to constantly look after you, he needed to take care of you because his love for you was on an other level. Yes, he was also in love with you. So where's the problem you might ask. Your brother was kinda...protective.

Yet, one day, Mashiho eventually found the courage to talk about his huge crush on you with your brother when they were only the two of them ,playing random games at your house "If you break their heart I break every single bones you have in that body of yours. Do you hear me ?" Your brother warned and Mashiho promised to never hurt you. And he never broke that promise.

윤 재혁 • Yoon Jaehyuk

Confidant to lover -

Jaehyuk, your human-secret diary, you trusted him more than anyone. He was always the first to know your secrets, when someone broke your heart he was the first to know, when you had problems with your family you talked with him or when you had a new crush you always told him before anyone. Well it was like that until you realized something.... This time you had a crush on him. Obviously, you never told him that, what if he rejected you ?

However, Jaehyuk was a sweetheart and the poor boy loved you his whole life but was a way too respectful to tell you his feelings while you were in love with an other boy. Actually, he was also too scared of rejection.

But one day, the feelings grew too much and you couldn't contain yourself, you loved his puppy-like personality and the way he always cared about you so much so, after many conversation with you, yourself and the reflect in your mirror, you finally decided to confess.

"Jaehyuk ,you know what, I'm in love with someone" you told him one day when you two were hanging out "Oh...Really ?" He whispered, kinda sad because he obviously thought that, as always, you liked an other boy and not him. "Yeah and I'll prove him my feelings right now" you muttered before pressing your lips against his soft ones.

��사히 • Asahi

Friend's friend to lover (?) -

The first time you saw Asahi was when you friend ,Mashiho introduced him to you while you were hanging at the dorm with the older of the two. Asahi, Mashiho's roommate, walked in the living room as you were cuddling with the said boy and let a little "Oh-" escaping from his mouth when he saw you, your arms around his friend's torso as you were snuggling your friend. Thereafter, the poor boy just ran aways, suddenly feeling shy and embarassed, he locked himself in his room, leaving you and Mashiho confused "Yeah it's Asahi... one of my roommates." Your friend chuckled.

But your face stayed in Asahi's mind and, haunting his dreams and invading his thoughts. Asahi, when he saw you with his japanese friend thought you were the said boy s/o so, the evening ,when you were finally gone, Asahi decided to ask his friend directly "You know the person who was here this afternoon...are they your s/o ?" He asked with a quiet and breathy voice making Mashiho laugh loudly "Y/n ? No, absolutely not they're my friend. Why ? Are you jealous?" The older boy teased the younger boy "Yes." Asahi shamelessly replied ,being a way too serious about you.

Then Mashiho understood that his roommate had a crush on you. Actually, everyone understood it because the boy always talked about you. And Mashiho being the good friend and wing man that he is, eventually introduced Asahi to you properly and the two of you became really close fastly, you were the only one who knew all his secrets, the only he really trusted . You were his favorite friend and he was yours and maybe... you were more than just friends ?

방 예담 • Bang Yedam

Soulmate au -

Since you were a kid, everyone around you repeated you that the sentence written on your wrist will be the first words your soulmate will tell you. Yours was "That's a great book" which honestly surprised you because you were never the type to read in public, actually you never went in a library and only bought the books you red online. Well that was before one of your best friends forced you to come to the library with her.

Without thinking at your soulmate, who you actually kind of forgot, you were looking at some random book while your best friend was paying hers when you suddenly heard an unknown voice behind you "That's a great book. You should really read it". At first, you just thought it was a weird guy then you remembered it ; the sentence on your wrist... was it him ?

"Wait ...hum excuse me but who are you?" You exclaimed, turning around to see an handsome boy looking right through your eyes. The unknown boy also seemed as surprised as you as he looked at his own wrist "C-Can you show me your wrist ?" He mumbled, visibly awkward. Then you did it, the both of you flustered as you understood, yes, it was him.

김 도영 • Kim Doyoung

Barista and customer to lover -

Doyoung was a good barista, ok ....maybe he sometimes forgot some customer's orders and he set the kitchen in fire but for his defense, it happened only once ! But except that one accident, we can say that Doyoung was the perfect barista. And one day, when he saw an unknown and beautiful person walking in the café, he felt his heart being heavy and his stomach uncomfortably twist.

" Hum ,Hi can I take your order ?" The handsome boy asked, looking into your eyes. "Hmm a Frappuccino please" you answered, politely smiling at the barista. "Everything for a princess like you" he smirked, giving you a wink and then, he ran to the kitchen as fast as he physically could, leaving you confused and blushing.

Then, Doyoung, being the little flirty as always, had written his number on a napkin and gave it to you before you could step out the café . To be honest, at first you were too shy to contact him but, with your friend's help, you finally sent him a text

And that's how a wonderful relationship started...

하루토 • Haruto

Secret admirer -

Haruto was though and scary to everyone's eyes but actually, the boy was a literal softie and he always has something for you yet, even if he liked to show his confident side, he was too scared to talk to you. Then, being tired of their friend being a coward, Haruto's friend advised him to write you notes and put them in your locker. Haruto loved the idea and agreed at one condition : keeping the notes anonymous.

On your side, you loved your secret admirer's notes, they were always so comforting and the person writing it was always praising you. However, you never tried to know who sent you that though, just because you didn't felt the need to.

Still, after months and months sending you those notes, Haruto finally decided to tell you who he was, one day, he just gave you the note in person, revealing to you his charming smile. Honestly you were surprised when you saw Ruto, he looked like a mean guy always so full of himself but you were wrong, he was a soft and gentle boy.

Then, the said boy confessed his feelings for you ,facing you and holding your hands and before you even noticed it, you fell for him and his perfect smile.

박 정우 • Park Jeongwoo

Secret crush to lover -

Jeongwoo was your crush... How could he not be when he is handsome, funny, attentive and loving ? Nevertheless, you never told anyone, not even your best friend and you truthfully never thought Jeongwoo will ever notice you. He was a popular boy, the funny and outgoing boy of your class, always making every students and professor laugh especially when they were feeling down and you, you were the nerd one and obviously not Jeongwoo type.

Well... that was only what you thought because Jeongwoo was crazy over you, behind his popular image, Jeongwoo hide a sensitive and delicate side deeply in him and because of this side ,he couldn't approach you or just tell the feelings he had for you ; he was a way too scared.

But one day, when you two were paired for a school work, it was getting impossible for you to hide your feelings so you decided to confess, even if Jeongwoo will probably reject you. And, what you didn't know was that Jeongwoo also planned to confess the same day, that's how your lovely romance took place.

소 정환 • So Junghwan

Bestfriend to lover -

Junghwan was the best friend you ever had ,you trusted him with your whole heart but there actually one thing you hide to him... The deep feelings you had for him. And you promised to yourself to never tell him because your friendship was more important than anything for you. You just couldn't let your silly feelings break everything because Junghwan was your whole world.

Junghwan wasn't like you though, he was scared to break your friendship indeed but he wanted to tell you that he love you more than only a "best friend" , he wanted a cuddle date, good night kisses, comforting hugs which ends with one sleeping on one other shoulder ; he wanted all of that and more importantly : he wanted you as his significant other.

"We need to talk" Junghwan said when you both were at his dorm, you'd planned to watch a movie together. You anxiously hummed as an answer "I like you, I really do Y/n, more than friends and I understand If the feelings are not reciprocated, I just wanted you to know it" he sweetly spoke, his hands holding yours tightly.

"Junghwan are you kidding me ? Tell me it's not a joke" you questioned, picking your nails. " No, of course not ! I love you Y/N !" he almost yelled, trying to prove his feelings. "I think I love you too Junghwan" You whispered so quietly that the said boy hardly heard it as your heart was racing in your chest.

[anathemaloren]

Bewitched

Anthony Lockwood x f!reader - fluff

★ Summary: Lockwood is head over heels for his roomate. What will happen when they're alone for the night?

★ Word count: 1k (more or less)

★ Proofread: yes :)

★ Warnings: cheesy 2000's rom com stuff and also english is not my first language

★ Note: guess who's alive? me (barely)! but at least i'm writing. enjoy this teeth rotting fluff with a tint of pride and prejudice and a tad of lockwood being a simp (and yeah i changed AGAIN my posting style but because i forget how to post every time i stop for a while)

★ Anthony Lockwood was falling for a girl living in his house. And it wasn't Lucy, she was like a sister to him, plus she was already head over heels for Kipps. No - it was Y/n. She hadn't been living on Portland Row for too long, just for about a year or so, and she worked as a florist. Lockwood always pondered about how different they were. She was sweets, had no Talent and baked excellent desserts; he was a bit socially awkward around her, fighted ghosts for a living and burnt toasts if she was in the room. Still, the agent found himself liking her with every fiber of his being.

The girl had started living with Lockwood&Co. when George and Lucy convinced Lockwood that they needed someone with a stable income to keep the house afloat in low activity months. SO, after a few weeks interviewing candidates, Y/n was the chosen one. She had a stable income, knew how to cook and didn't mind cleaning, and she got along with all of them. And Anthony Lockwood started falling for her bright smile.

Now, almost a year later, Lockwood was most definitely in love with her. He was always trying to talk to her, he bought her favourite food and he starved for the small amounts of touch he could get from her. He didn't know if having his room in front of hers was a blessing or a curse. But then the boy remembered her smile when she got out of her room in the morning, the soft "good day"s and "goodnight"s, and the moments when they hanged out together in his room before going to sleep. But that wasn't nearly enough for him. However, there were two problems. First of all, he didn't even know if she liked him back and he didn't want to ruin their friendship if it turned out she didn't like him. And secondly, he had no clue how to tell her. Lucy had advised him to just say it, but he didn't think it was that easy. Or maybe it was. Anyway, he probably would never know, and he was absolutely fine with it.

But the uncertainty came to an end one of the nights were they didn't have a case, a miracle happened; Lucy went on a date with Kipps, and George was pulling an all-nighter at the archives. That meant that Y/n and Lockwood were alone for at least a few hours. Alone. Together. They had dinner together in the unusually quiet kitchen, with a calming atmosphere surrounding them, and then cleaned the dishes. Every time Y/n grazed Lockwood's arm, he shivered. Every time Lockwood placed his hand on Y/n's hip, she sighed a bit. And after that, they went to their favourite place. They both found the library a relaxing place, a place where to be reading books and basking in each other's presence. They arranged themselves in the position they were more comfortable in, one that Lucy and George found strange and were adamant to believe it was comfortable for anyone. The florist laid on the couch and the agent sat on the floor, resting his back on the couch near Y/n, at hand's reach, and usually she would rest her hand on his head and play with his hair, making him melt as like with everything she did.

That night he was engrossed in "The Brothers Karamazov", and she was finishing her lectures of the past weeks, "Pride and Prejudice". Lockwood had almost fainted when he saw her picking up the book from the shelves. He loved it and had read it at least 15 times, in part because it was his mother's favourite and was full of her notes and annotation here and there. Knowing Y/n was reading it now too made his stomach do funny figures. They read in silence as usual for around an hour, until she dramatically closed the book, dropped it on the coffee table near her, and dropped back down on the couch with a theatrical sigh. Lockwood closed his book and let it rest on the floor, turning to look at her, amused. 'What happened?' He gently asked, starting to play with her fingers. She sighed 'I finished it'. She had her eyes closed which gave Lockwood a free pass to look at her with heart eyes and smile fondly at her. 'Is that so bad?' He asked. 'Of course it's bad!' She answered, as if it was obvious 'Now my standards for love are ridiculously high! No one would say things like that to me!' she continued, gesticulating a lot with the hand that Lockwood was not holding. He smiled again 'I would' he blurted. And they both freezed. She opened her eyes and stood up, whereas he stooped smiling and let go of her hand.

'What?' she asked Lockwood, who knew there was no turning back now. So he decided to just go for it 'I said I would say those things to you'. The girl laughed nervously 'You say the weirdest things, Anthony'. Y/n was probably the only one who called him that, and he usually liked it, only now it sounded… strained. 'I'm not joking, Y/n' her name rolled down his tongue as it had always had, as if it was the most beautiful word in the world for him since the moment they met. Now he was nervous but also serious. The girl couldn't find it in her to move or breathe or react in any way. So Lockwood got on his knees, turning around to see her completely, held both of her hands and tried to remember "Pride and Prejudice" as best as he could. 'You have bewitched me, heart and soul' the girl's breath got caught in her throat as she recognized the words and Lockwood declared himself 'and I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on'. The agent was shaking a bit, not really sure that had been the right choice to make. Maybe now she hated him or thought he was weird or- Lockwood's train of thoughts got stopped by Y/n's lips on his. She tasted like cinnamon, and the kiss was gentle and long-awaited. When they parted, they both had a smile on their faces. 'You have also bewitched me' she whispered before kissing him again.

Having to explain the new relationship to Lucy and George took some time, but they were both thrilled about the developments in their relationship. Portland Row now felt more like a family than ever, and Y/n and Lockwood were absolutely in love and open about it. Who would guess that Jane Austen would still get couples together after such a long time?

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

And that... Is the end of Flawed.

Or the one I hosted for my silly event here anyway.

[ TL;DR under read more: The lack of interest and stress I got from irl matters led me to drop the event and ending it early, but! I have a blog made for the sake of continuing/restarting the event.

Please vote on the poll if you want it to be catered to the reader or stick to Yesterday, and be unbiased, too. Vote what you want, and I'll try and make it happen.]

CONTEXT UTC:

So, I know you guys have a lot of questions, and I can't blame you. I know the biggest one in your mind right now, which is:

Why did I end Flawed early?

The reason why I ended Flawed was actually multiple. Please keep in mind that these are for my observations, and overall I'm not blaming anyone for this. I just noticed it and thought I should bring it up lol.

1. Writing for days burnt me out.

Although Flawed is a passion story/project of mine, writing so much burnt me out. And by a lot. There were days I struggled to think of writing because I have other commitments to do, and sometimes its why polls came out super late or super early. I tried to compensate for it by posting 1 poll a day, but when it didn't work, I pushed myself to make more for 1 day.

I wanted so badly for the whole event to flow like a CYOA because by next month (April), I won't be free to host this as I used to with OLC. However, in that process, I burnt myself out to the point I needed to take longer breaks/forget this event.

It sucks. I would not recommend doing this if you think you want to (because it is NOT worth it).

2. Interactions were... Lacking.

This event is interaction heavy, and the reason why is because you guys control the story that Yesterday and others are in. Naturally, this also affects the characters and how I shape Flawed from start to finish. I have a plot line for it, of course, but the interactions were... Not there.

I noticed the usual ones from my mutuals, sure, but there were moments that I felt like I was simply posting to no one. It was unfortunate during the time with Diluc, where I had hoped that some of you would go, but due to complications (ahem, the votes weren't able to decide on going when the deadline was up), I had to write how it's supposed to go with some... Changes.

It also made me feel sad to see that there weren't much (if at all) interactions to Yesterday. Tinuvion received a fair bit, which is nice because he's a little shit (please bully him lol), but Yesterday after the first week and a half just... Didn't get any. At least, in my records.

I'm not saying this to guilt you guys to interact more, but I am saying this because it feels sad for me to see that unlike OLC, this... Flopped. I had a lot of responses + moments planned if it took off that much, but... Oh well. There's always that one story that won't hit for everyone.

And finally:

3. Maybe you guys wanted it to be catered to you, not to an OC.

I had a feeling that, from the start, Flawed may not take off.

Unlike One Last Call (which was a matchup event + story), Flawed was a CYOA but you guys aren't the main focus/MC, Yesterday (my oc) is. I was hoping that with this method, you guys get to play the omnipotent voice and see how far the story can go until it's conclusion.

However, as I hosted the event for the next few days to weeks, I realized that it was simply too difficult. Maybe I wasn't prepared to host this type of format, as ambitious as it is, but I realized that maybe, you guys don't deserve this format and I should've made it catered to a reader insert instead.

It was hard for me to swallow the pill that this event may not be fun for the majority. I knew that having an OC be the MC + canon characters interact with them may be flaky at best (esp the whole OC x Canon being... well. very much a huge "oh dear"), but seeing minimal interaction/interest than my friends were (and people I admire, too. Hi Harmony! o/!!) and realizing that maybe I shouldn't have done this just... Made me regret it.

For that, I'd like to say:

I'm so, so sorry that this event failed. I'm very sorry if you guys expected it to be like OLC: about the reader/reader insert format.

I know it's not right for me to apologize, but I feel that I have to. I let all of you down, and I don't want you guys to be disappointed in something that you all don't like to see in this blog.

So I decided that I'll run this event in its own blog, but here's the thing.

I don't know if I should keep Yesterday in the blog.

I have to open up a poll for this, so here's the options you guys have for it's fate:

If you guys want it to be a reader insert game (aka you are the main star, not Yesterday), I will set up a menu to BUILD your personal darling.

This means that you guys get to decide how darling will look, the gender, their preferences, and even their job. However, this will be for your darling, and if darling dies, you can't use them anymore.

PROS: This is catered to the reader, and thus, you guys are the ones to choose your own destiny. I won't be the one to decide this time, and if the majority agrees on a specific option, your darling will do just that. This is also more open for variety + reader/canon interaction because I know some of you would have a lot of fun being able to see yourselves in the story.

CONS: When your darling dies, you get the chance to restart. However, the game will continue on with a new darling you guys will have to make and the stats reset to zero. The characters will also mention your past darling, and you'll have to restart from scratch. I still need to tweak this, but just know that it is VERY tricky for you if your first darling dies.

If you guys want it to stay the same (Yesterday is the MC), the format will remain the same.

This means what you witnessed here in the blog WILL happen on the other blog.

PROS: You guys get to either continue or restart with Yesterday's story, and with newfound knowledge, you get to choose more options that were previously unavailable. This also opens up to you all being able to essentially shape Yesterday's outlook + what'll happen to them, because you are the one guiding them to their happy ending.

CONS: This one does not offer a restart like the reader insert (one try only), and this could result to another "this'll flop because many people aren't interested". We've seen it happen here, so please decide wisely.

If you guys want BOTH, the format will be different as you have the option to build a darling (reader insert) or stick to Yesterday's story.

This means there will be a new system for both options to be available, alongside new menus!

PROS: You guys get to have a chance of an 'easy route' or 'hard route' and all of you can use your experience/s to get your desired ending for either one <3 go crazy lol

CONS: If you choose one of the two options for both, the latter will be locked. That's the only consequence I have for this one tbh.

So yes, I'd like to say thank you, and sorry for the fail of Flawed on this blog. I wish I could give you all the quality like in OLC, but there were... Too many things to consider. Sobs.

If you guys still want to continue, please lmk. I worked hard on Flawed and I still want to continue, but this time, its a permanent event and will be on my own pace.

Thank you for your support. Again. And I'll see you guys next time (be it a random fic or the next event <3)