#but I'm so glad I managed to finish this one

[ssentimentals]

If requests are still open, how about #19 (suggestive) for Scoups? 🫡 I love all the drabbles they’re so fun to read

requests will be open until i finish all the prompts :) and i'm glad that you like my drabbles, thank you! 💜 hopefully you will like it!

suggestive prompt: 'is there a reason why you're naked in my bed?'

there are not many things that can render you speechless because you're naturally attuned to all kind of surprises this life has to offer you, but seeing naked seungcheol passed out on your bed after you come from work is ... definitely surprising.

'cheol?' you call, unsure. is he sleeping? it's nine pm and you can smell alcohol from where you're standing, but seungcheol is not someone to get this drunk on a week day. 'cheollie?'

your boyfriend hums, but doesn't move. he doesn't acknowledge your presence anyhow, even when you sit up on the bed next to him. he does, however, lean to your touch, when you start caressing his face gently. 'is there a reason why you're naked in my bed? smelling like beer too.'

seungcheol groans in protest, when your hand stops movig and he butts you with his head, silently asking you to continue. you roll your eyes and indulge him, starting to run your fingers through his hair. he smiles dopily at this and finally gives some kind of explanation: 'soonyoung got promoted.' there's a pause and then: 'he's crazy.'

you chuckle, grabbing your duvet to cover him up. 'he made you all go out?' seungcheol nods. 'how did he manage to get you this drunk? especially drunk enough to be naked in my bed.'

cheol whines cutely, smiling widely when you start massaging his head. 'it was hot,' he explains like it is a totally normal thing to be naked in your girlfriend's bed after getting drunk on a week day. seungcheol opens one eye and peers down at you. 'are you mad?'

you shake your head, smiling at his cute expression. yes, it's not the best thing to come back to a drunk boyfriend and room smelling of alcohol, but it's seungcheol and you fear there are not many things that he can do that will make you mad at him. 'no, i'm not mad, babe. but you gotta get up and shower, yeah?'

seungcheol nods but his eyes are closed again and his breathing is too slow. with a sigh, you cuddle close to him, smiling at the way how even in his sleep, seungcheol reaches out and wrap his arm around you automatically. he squeezes you once and hums happily in his sleep. you smile back; yeah, shower can wait.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[peachy-kun]

I’m so excited that Ghost Trick is coming to Switch, so I worked on this for a while - I’d always meant to make a proper piece for the series either way, so it was a good excuse

(Not to be annoying but if you like puzzle games/a really great story and are a fan of the Ace Attorney games, I would highly recommend giving Ghost Trick a try)

[numbuh424]

@nearsbday : DAY 8 - "THE WORLD"

The world is too heavy Too big for my shoulders Come take the weight off me now. I'm like a kid who just won't let it go Twisting and turning the colors in rows I'm so intent to find out what it is This is my Rubik's Cube I know I can figure it out.

Based on my favorite song that reminds me of Near, "Rubik's Cube" by Athlete. Happy birthday, Near! 💙🧩🎉💐

[noliaert]

so there was this template on twitter and I kinda really wanted to do it for loumand sooo-

[wyvernity]

sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

bonus

[twistofstory]

Come and find me in my coffin

Inspiration: Vampire Reference in a Minor Key by Will Wood

Newt's arc isn't a fun one for sure I finished this piece back in March, and over the time my opinion on it changed drastically from being very disappointed in the result to thinking it's actually a neat illustration. It ain't perfect, but it doesn't have to Also this drawing has such an interesting backstory tbh. Starting with the fact that this idea came to me as a very vivid image, while I was walking home and listening to some Will Wood music one very early morning after not sleeping for a day and a half~

[turbo-tsundere]

“Smile like Gonta! Smile like gentleman!”

It’s 23rd of January both where I am, and also in Japan, so here we go, my small and long overdue tribute for my fav character ever! Or in other words, f that post and happy birthday to the King! :D

[moralcandy]

holding hands (starcicle art for @mad-c1oud !!)

[ta-bajna-cerna-okybaca]

Now that I finally got to play TWST diasomnia chapter 1 myself, I'm gonna need everyone who said Malleus was a baby throwing a tantrum for no reason to pay me 2000 dollars each

[snakebites-and-ink]

Acceptance

Chapter 14 - Masterlist

Posting the last chapter a week early! (because I'm impatient and as the last one it won't throw off the schedule of anything else.) My first series finished, hooray!!!

CW: BBU, references to/fear of bullying

Asher went back to work expecting the worst.

His usual bullies might make up for lost time by releasing all the pent-up cruelties they hadn’t been able to take out on him while he was away. Or they might tease him about getting himself hurt. Or they might mock him for staying home and being doted on like a lapdog.

But they didn’t.

At worst he got an occasional funny look. More often, he was either ignored, or…treated like a coworker. Like he wanted.

He went about his tasks without being taunted or threatened in any way. It was strange. It would have been a joyous occasion if he weren’t at least partially waiting for the other shoe to drop the whole time.

He didn’t get any sort of explanation until he encountered Dan. It was Asher’s first time seeing him again since going on sudden sick leave, and Dan was a sight for sore eyes.

“Welcome back, man! How’s your arm?”

“It’s getting better,” Asher said truthfully. He was recovering well, and it would be fully healed before too long, with no complications.

“Glad to hear it,” Dan responded. “Come on. I’ve been talking to Byron and Liza, they’ll want to see how you’re doing!”

Dan led the way and the two of them met up with Byron and Liza. After a little conversing, Asher learned what had changed.

“After seeing the way being a boxie gets you dehumanizing treatment and makes your life challenging, we decided we had to do what we could to make it better for you,” Liza explained.

“We’ve talked to some people, and we’re gonna make sure there’s less bullying around here. We have your back,” Byron said.

Asher was both touched and surprised, honestly. They barely knew him, and they were going out of their way to make a major improvement in his life. “I…Thank you,” he said sincerely.

“Now you have three people looking out for you,” Dan said. “Between us, I bet we can put a stop to everyone that's been slipping under the managers’ radar to mistreat you.” He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Plus, I think some of them feel bad that you got hurt, and don’t mind the excuse to back down.”

He’d take sympathy if it meant being treated like this, as long as it would hold out. Asher thanked them again, and they exchanged “you’re welcome”s and encouragement.

As they went to their separate tasks, Asher felt a new lightness in his step. Now he had the option to seek support or protection from any of the three of them, instead of having to depend on one single gentle individual who might not even always work at the same times as him. He didn’t realize how much of a weight that had been on him until it was lifted.

It was a less stressful day than he’d had at work in a long time, possibly ever. It was free of stresses Asher hadn’t even paid much notice to normally. He found himself holding less tension in his body, and having fewer moments that got his heart racing.

At the end of the day, going home was still nice, still a relief, a release from the requirements of a job. But it didn’t feel so much like running and hiding. It was just going home after a long day of work, same as anyone might experience without being a pet.

He sighed happily as his master held him that night; ready to end the day knowing the next one would be good too. Asher’s life was going to be better now, hopefully for a long time.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

if i loved you like i'm capable of

Chuuya stared at him, eyes wide before bursting into laughter. “Phah! Dazai was right—you are high-strung!” they cackled, slapping their knee with their hand.

“I am not high-strung!” Kunikida argued. “Unlike you, I actually have a set of ideals and morals that I strive to live by. If that makes me high-strung to the world, then so be it. At least I have those to fall back on.”

“Hm,” Chuuya hummed, all traces of laughter vanishing within seconds. Although their chests were practically touching, they somehow managed to stalk even closer. They hooked a finger around Kunikida’s collar and pulled him down, ignoring his indignant squawk and red skin.

“You seem pretty high-strung to me, even without all your ideals. Looks like you could use a break, pretty boy.”

[or, kenji, chuuya, & kunikida have a sleepover & bad flirting ensues]

🛏 7,045 words | kunichuu & kenji 🛏

a gift for my beloved @zukkaoru because they had to listen to me complain about writer's bock for two months straight, they wanted more kunicuu, their kunichuu spam yesterday inspired this, & bc i'm biased & love them <333

[miramizar]

💙 ~Happy birthday Kyungsoo~ 💙

✫ credits: x x x x ✫

[a-b-riddle]

Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

[thebestsetter]

Thinking about Isagi Yoichi going absolutely insane when someone talks shit about you, his one and only girlfriend.

And I'm not saying insane as in "Don't talk about her like that!". I'm saying insane as in "Say her name again with that filthy mouth of yours and I swear I'll cut your fucking tongue off."

He can handle people badmouthing him. It's not that deep, really. He's a football player, so, like every other athlete, he has fans and haters all around the globe (more fans than haters, but anyways). So, he developed the hability to just tune off all the hateful comments. Badmouth him all you want, that ain't changing the fact that he's a sucessful all star player and you're not.

What he can't handle, though, is when someone tries to talk shit about his relationship with you, his favorite person in the whole world.

Sadly for the media, you're not a famous singer or model. Yoichi and you met when you were both still little kids, dreaming about monsters, princesses and the world cup trophy. In kindergarten, he thought you were a very great friend. He realized you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen when you were middle schoolers, and, by the time high school came, he had already learned to accept the fact that he was head over heels for you. And so, like a "straight out of a movie" kind of scene, he confessed his love for you all sweaty and smiling in front of the whole world after his winning goal at the Blue Lock XI against Japan U20 match two years ago.

So yeah, you and Isagi had a cute love story. Every video of you together had millions of views and thousands of "couple goals" comments, and people loved you (honestly, how could they not? You're amazing, he's not even sure how he managed to make you fall for his "football rizz" or something, but he's glad you did anyways).

Apparently, not everyone appreciated you as much as he thought.

"Isagi, one minute of your time, please!"

"Isagi, for french press right here!"

"Yoichi, answer my question!"

"Wow. One at a time, guys!" Isagi smiled nervously yet kindly, sitting in a chair in front of the mass of reporters from all across the world who came just to interview him.

Smiling again, Isagi pointed at one of the what seemed like thousands interviewers.

"The lady over there, with the Sae Itoshi shirt"

"Thank you for the opportunity" The room became silent. The woman, seemingly in her late twenties, smiled "I'm Sol, from Spain's national TV press. I'd like to ask a question you about your relationship with (Name) (Surname)"

Smiling wide like a lovesick fool like he always did when someone mentioned you or your relationship, Yoichi urged the reporter to continue.

"Sure. Go ahead."

"It's a known fact that you and (Name) (Surname) have been in a relationship for a little over two years. And so, your fans are wondering: do you plan on getting married shortly?"

The silence in the room was papable. All the cameras and microphones turned to a now strawberry red Yoichi. But he wasn't embarassed because of all the attention he was getting or from the fact that the whole world was seeing this right now. He was used to this feeling of "pressure" already.

He was red because he knew you were watching this interview. He was the one who asked you to do so, after all.

"Uhm... well" he swallowed hard, eyes avoiding the cameras "We have a healthy and happy relationship. We both love each other very much and spend a lot of time together. So... I guess I'd be lying if I told you I haven't thought about it before, but..."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. The press' reaction was instantaneous. Cameras' flashes everywhere and the reporters voices overlaping eachother filled the room.

"BUT" Isagi tried to continue, but just gave up on shouting since his voice couldn't compete with the voice of the lots of reporters. So, he just said to the mic in front of him, almkst whispering, hoping it would capture his voice "I think it's still a little early. I want to make sure we're both mature and financially secure first!"

Reporters were still talking and trying to get his attention. With a sigh, he realized they wouldn't stop shouting until the next question came.

"T-the guy with the light shirt"

"Argentinian press right here" the man started.

Oh oh. Yoichi didn't sense a good vibe from this man. He doesn't know if it's his smirk or his posture, but something feels off. He looks almost dangerous.

I'm probably going crazy, Yoichi thought.

When the man opened his mouth again, though, Isagi realized his intuition was right all along.

"I know you said you love your girlfriend, but you do realize the fans think your girl is just keeping you from becoming the best version of yourself, right?"

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"What." Isagi said, the words coming out in a rather forced way.

Unlike before, the silence in the room was not only palpable. It was now suffocating, uncomfortable.

"Well, it's clear as water" the man shrugged, as if what he was saying made a lot of sense "She is stopping you from becoming the number one striker in the world."

All Isagi wanted to do now was jump across the room and send his fist flying straight to the man's face. He wanted it to realize how utterly wrong he was. How your relationship was actually the best thing that had ever happened in his life, and how he would have probably given up on football have you not begged him to go to the Blue Lock program.

And the though of you sweet, caring you watching this made Yoichi give up on his idea of hitting the man straight on the nose, even if his body was trembling just from thinking about it.

I have to keep my cool. For her.

"Why..." he swallowed. Hard. "Why do you think this is truth?"

"You're not using your time wisely. Instead of practicing, your wasting it because you keep giving for futile things like a relationship"

Oh, how much Yoichi wanted to jump this ugly looking clown. How he wished to hit him hundreds of times, over and over again until he swallowed his own words. Until he regretted ever learning how to even speak.

His fist was already trembling. He was taking deep breaths to keep himself steady.

But it seems like the argentinian doesn't know when to stop.

"Also, it gets kinda tiring living with the same person for a long time, no?" The man laughed "I wouldn't blame you if you're actually cheating on her too, I honestly wouldn't have just one girl if I was you. I mean, you're a star and she's just..."

"Shut. the fuck. up."

All the cameras turned to him again. Yoichi was red. But it's not cause he was embarassed, like the other time.

He was red because he was seething with boiling rage.

I'll kill him. I swear I'll fucking kill this dumb shit.

"Never" Yoichi narrowed his eyes "And I mean never say my girlfriend's name with that disgusting voice of yours again. If you as much as look at her, consider yourself fucking dead." He got up from the table, gaze harder than the one he wears on the field "That woman is the source of my happiness, and you have no right to talk about her like that. If you talk with me with respect you have to show respect for her too. Are we clear? Or is your skull too fucking thick for the information to get into it?

"Calm down, amigo! I was just saying what the fans think." The man smirked, gald to get a reaction from Isagi. If looks could kill, he would have been 6 feet under already "They think it would be better if you both break up..."

"You've fucking done it."

Yoichi jumped from the table, ready to kill the man.

He wanted to crush his skull with his bare hands, to show him just how much you mean to him and how mad he gets when someone mentions you in a degrading way.

Gladly, the japanese PR team removed the man from the room before things could get worse, or else Yoichi would realky have done some damage (he was an athlete, after all).

Watching the man leave the room with furrowed brows and a subtle pout (he really wanted to beat him, after all), Iaagu decided to use this moment to make some things clear. So, he turned to the main mic again.

"I hope this serves as a lesson" Yoichi said, somehow managing to look at almost all of the cameras at the same time "To everyone watching this. Don't expect to talk shit about my girlfriend and get out with all of your teeth in place. I fucking dare anyone to badmouth her. I won't let you get away with it." He glared at one of the cameras "This press ends now."

He then quickly got out of the room, ignoring all the reporters who tried to get him to come back.

With a sigh, once he was in the changing room, he grabbed his phone, not surprised to see almost 20 missed calls and 50 missed massages from you.

(My love ❤️)

-> YOICHI???

-> WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING

-> (1 missed call)

Don't worry, I'm going home now 😁 <-

Miss you ❤️ <-

-> Typing...

With a smile, he put his phone in his pocket and started to go home.

Man, he just really wanted to see you. Specially since he knew that the next day, the press would want more interviews about what happened.

Whatever. What really matters is that, at the end of the day, you're his and he's yours. And no amount of dumb reporters or media will ever change that.

~ A/N: not proofread. This sucks 💔 I wrote this to stop my growing Aiku obsession LOL

Masterlist

[chheolie]

late night conversation

"sorry, sorry, sorry," he whispered softly, realizing he had woken you as he carefully slipped under the duvet to join you.

you giggled softly at your husband. "it's alright," you murmured, turning to nestle your head against his chest. "i'm just happy you're finally home."

"i couldn't wait to finish up and get back to you," seokmin said, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "dinner was amazing, by the way, you really didn't have to leave dinner prepared for me. i could have managed."

"i'm glad you ate, love," you replied, reaching up to give him a sweet, lingering kiss.

"how was your day with my mom?" he asked softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your scalp, trying to soothe you back to sleep.

"i told your family about the day we met," you said with a smile, your eyes still closed, basking in the tenderness of his touch.

"oh no, that was so embarrassing," he chuckled, and you joined him.

"i remember every single detail," you said, shifting slightly to gaze into his eyes.

"nooo," he said playfully, preparing himself for the story.

"you looked so adorable that day, but you seemed nervous, constantly checking the time," you said, leaning into him.

"i can't believe you noticed i was nervous," he said, his face turning a bit pink as he covered it with his hand.

"did you think she wasn't going to show up?" you asked, and he nodded.

"i still had a little hope," he laughed softly, and you did too.

"then you left the café, looking so sad, and left the bouquet on the table," you recounted, fully immersed in the memory. "i thought you had forgotten it, and all i could think about was running to give it back to you."

with a warm smile, seokmin said, "the last thing i wanted was to see those flowers again, but then i heard, 'hey, you forgot your bouquet,' and i couldn't believe it."

you both laughed, recalling the image of you chasing after him with the bouquet in hand.

"and the best part is that you asked to keep the flowerswith you when i said i wasn't planning to take them home," he said.

"the flowers were so beautiful; it would have been a shame to throw them away," you explained.

"i was so surprised and couldn't stop thinking, 'who is this crazy girl?'" he said with a laugh.

"good thing she didn't show up for the date," you said, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "i got to meet the love of my life because of it."

"i love you, my meddlesome one," he said, tightening his hug and kissing the top of your head.

[elbdot]

And this marks the end of Gladions Arc... It's been 3 long years since I started this arc. Granted, I was on hiatus for a full year due to my animated Comic Dub, but still. I'm glad I finally managed to finish this story after all this time. As always, thank you for your patience and thanks for reading!

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