#enjoy the crumbs. and sorry. but again. good work takes time

[astro-cattus]

a pair of color keys for the animation I was talking about, my ass wanted to throw himself into the fun part.

But got roadblocked the second I realized the palettes I have imagine in my brain don´t automatically manifest onto Illustrator.

[burn-before-reading]

here when you get back

Joost Klein x reader

His job has him away from you most day, but that makes the time you have together all the more precious

word count: 500ish

a/n: im procrastinating a bunch of things rn. more joost content for yall. short bit of fluff.

RPF BELOW. dont read if uncomfy thanks

Its more often than not he finds himself coming home in the dead of night. After a long day performing and meeting people, he wanted nothing more than to come home to you.

Opening the front door and walking to the kitchen he sees the remains of a late night snack you had prepared yourself. Dirty dishes and bowls left over from making cookies, and said cookies piled up on a decorative plate in the center of the kitchen island. A old cup of tea drunk and left to grow cold next to the plate. Crumbs on the counter the only other trace of your feast.

Joost scoops the crumbs up and into the trash before taking a bite of your work himself. The chocolate chips melt in his mouth and he sighs, enjoying the home baked good. he enjoyed his treat, but now wanted to give his compliments to the chef he goes to look for you.

It was already late, so your obvious whereabouts were going to be the bed you two shared. most likely snuggled up with a moomin plush he bought for your birthday the year before.

The door creaks open to the bedroom and the light from the hallway perfectly illuminates the soft rise and fall of the blanket from your sleeping form. his feet quietly pad into the room as he does his best to get ready for bed without waking you, but you are eventually disturbed by the dip in the bed and your eyes open.

“morning,” you yawn. He chuckles and leans down to kiss your forehead. Looking to his side of the bed, he smiled when he sees the moomin not in your arms, but placed delicately under the covers, head resting on what is supposed to be his pillow.

He moves the plush to his nighstand.

“its four am, sorry to wake you. go back to sleep lieverd..” he whispers and you nod. Raising your arm up to open the blanket and he climb in. He scoops you up in his embrace and you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, satisfied with your new position. His hands found their way to your waist and under your t-shirt, where he gently rubbed the small of your back with his thumb. the other playing with the waistband of your pajamas, but neither of really having the energy of taking things further.

“Joost,” you mumble into his chest, causing him to hum in reply, “ How long are you back..?”

“mmm, only tomorrow. I leave the day after for Berlin.”

“I wish I could come with you… or you stay here..” You squish closer to him and he squeezes you in reply.

“Oh Lieverd… last trip for a while, I promise. I miss seeing you every morning.” he tilts to kiss your forehead again and leaves his lips there, like if he pulled away he would miss his chance to be this close to you again.

“promise..” eyes closed still and drifting off once again, the last thing you heard from him was his soft laugh. the rise and fall of his chest lulling you back to sleep.

[fortunapre]

𝐀/𝐍𖧞 oh my gosh??!? an update that’s semi on time?!? anyways enjoy tbis because it sure gets interesting… and someone pls give me another word for “skimpy” that’s not derogatory 🤓

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 16+ (series rating and swearing), sister mention, alcohol, wlw mention, use on y/n

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𖧞 (scene vi) 3.2k

Go back?? (scene v) Click Here!

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 scene vi 𖧞 (𝐒𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐔𝐩)

try telling me someone didn’t read winter affairs and immediately type this up 👇🔽

Monday, December 17th

You know what they say: “Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t accept rides from strangers. Never tell a man that you’re interested in Formula One.”

Because if you do, you could end up in a most unwanted dilemma like death or, you know, being asked “Oh yeah? Name the 2009 WDC?”

Both are equally horrible.

However, less than four hours ago, my sister and I did exactly what we were told not to do.

Not tell a man about F1, God that’d be horrible, of course not!

No, we met some strangers downtown while shopping this afternoon, and let them drive us to a party.

Four Hours Earlier…

My sister and I decided to go back downtown in search of fresh baked wintertime desserts to take back to the family for lunch. We walked into a cozy bakery where pottery and art lined the walls.

“This place looks promising.” I wished, walking towards the front of the store in search of the baked goods. In clear cases were delicious looking cakes, tarts, and pastries- Jackpot.

I pointed at the largest desert there, a tall cherry tart.

My sister nodded her head and also pointed to another sweet that had caught her eye. We silently agreed on the items and looked away from the case, trying to find someone to help us. The store had only a few customers, and one lady standing in line at a cash register, but no cashier.

“How long have you been standing here? Is there someone working?” I asked the lady, whose hands were filled with a dark blue vase that looked hand crafted, probably from one of the shelves in here.

“Not long, actually.” She replied, looking towards a door to our left. “The young man who was helping me earlier will be right back, he’s just grabbing something for me, sorry.” She looked around my mothers age but with lighter features. While talking to us she attempted to point towards the door, but her grip on the vase only let one finger slightly move. She tried to free her hand to show us exactly, but the vase began slipping. I moved my hands quickly, positioning them under, so that if it were to fall I could catch it.

“Woah careful, Mrs. Petersen.” A voice said from our left. Out from the door emerged a young man, around our age, with an apron and beaming smile. “Don’t let that slip, you're making the poor girl stressed.”

He was acknowledging that I still had my hands in the same position, worried the fragile pottery might slip again. I noticed the woman, I now knew as Mrs. Petersen, had a better grip, so I retracted my hands quickly and shoved them into my pockets.

The young man, who I assumed worked here, had a small box in his hand and walked towards the cash register.

He spoke to Mrs. Petersen with a kind smile before helping wrap her vase and sending her out the door. After he finished helping her, he turned to us with an expectant look.

“You two lookin’ at something specific?” He asked motioning towards the case of goodies my sister and I were marveling at, moments before.

“Yes actually. Could we get the whole cherry tart and a pack of those apple crumb bars, please?” I answered, pointing as I talked.

He just nodded and carefully picked both desserts for us, boxing them, bagging them, and ringing us up.

As I was paying, I noticed him looking at us with interest. I tried not to make eye contact with him, suddenly not wanting his attention.

My sister, however, met his gaze more than once, no doubt checking him out.

“Hey, so wait…” He spoke as we started walking away.

We both turned, waiting for him to speak.

“You two… wouldn’t be interested in a party tonight, would you?” He finally said.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. Of course not, why would we want to go to a random part-

“Oooh, sounds fun! We’ll totally be there!” My sister answered for the both of us. I tried to pinch her elbow to get her to look at me, but she kept her eyes on the guy.

“Oh, no way, alright. Well let me pull up the information..” he trailed off while digging in his pocket for his phone. “Hold on, I left my phone in the back but I’ll get it for you. Just a sec.” He disappeared behind the door, like earlier. As soon as he was out of sight, I turned towards my sister.

“What?! There’s no way I am going to a strangers party.” I whispered through my teeth, looking around at the other customers, hoping not to cause a scene.

“Y/n, yes you are. We need to do something fun outside of the cabin. We can only add so many new rules to Uno before it gets boring.”

“What? I thought you liked Go-Fish-Charades-No-Takesy-Backsey-Uno?”

“I did! But now it’s lame and a party is just what we neeedddd.” She pouted her lips and looked like she desperately wanted this. I immediately caved and shrugged my shoulders looking away. ���Look, how about this?” My sister began, trying to make me feel better. “We’ll bring our brother and Oscar.”

She let a smirk show at her idea.

“I already agreed. Oscar doesn’t have to come.” I fought.

“Ok, even if you agreed, I think Oscar should still come. He’s fun at parties.” She tried. “Come onnnnnnn. Just let loose for one night”

I looked at her, saw the look in her eyes, and walked away before I kept agreeing to whatever she said. Sometimes it’s hard to disagree when she looks so deeply, like she really cares about you. So before I agreed to wearing frisky outfits and dancing on a table, I got away.

From behind me, I heard the young man approach my sister and give her the details for tonight.

Maybe a night out could be good, we’ll see.

Now…

My eyes are drooping, closing for seconds of relief, and then opening again. Everytime I blink, the comfortable silence fills my brain and I could almost drift to sleep standing right here. I can feel my mouth getting dry and my eyes burning with the need to shut. However tempting sleep may be, I need to stay awake.

I’m basically swaying in my spot, desperate to topple over and cuddle on the floor. The hold I have on the drink in my hand Is all that my brain is working on. My mind is fuzzy with however many cups of this ‘magic jingle juice,’ as the party host called it. Anyone in this room could look at me and think “Man, she’s wasted.” But, really, I’m staying quiet and having trouble standing upright because of how exhausted I am. Sure, I drank someeeee but I can easily say the worst I am, is a little tipsy. I shut my eyes tight, to stop the burning. Once I tried opening my eyes again, a squint was all I could hold.

What time is it? Is she ready to go home yet? I started thinking about how we even got her in the first place: some strangers' Christmas party.

People around me were laughing and swaying. Some were in costumes, but most of the people looked like they only came for the alcohol, dressed in casual clothing. At one point, I think I saw some women in matching skimpy reindeer costumes. Hope they’re having fun. I hope my siblings are having fun too.

If they’re not, and this was just a waste of time, I might strangle them.

After a nap. I don’t think I could lift my arms if I tried.

Home, Nap, Strangle. Ok, good plan.

Suddenly, sleepiness drained from my face as I caught sight of something interesting happening near a couch in the center of the room.

As I walked over, my interest piqued. I recognized my brother and sister, sitting on the floor, and a face I haven’t seen since the beginning of the party- Oscar.

He was sitting two people away from my sister in what looked like a circle. Everyone was talking and sipping on their drinks. However, what caught my eye in the first place was a girl standing in the middle of the people-circle. She was wearing a bright red dress that fit her nicely, and a santa hat on top of her curled hair. In her hands was another Santa hat. She held it upside down and open, walking around the circle. I was confused, because instead of collecting pieces of paper, or trash, people were dropping personal items in the hat. I watched as my sister put in her bracelet.

I made eye contact with her as the Santa girl walked away. Her eyes widened and she smiled a goofy grin. She looked sober at least.

I tilted my head, making a show that I was confused at what was going on. She just smiled and watched the Santa girl turn towards my brother.

He took a look around the circle of people and then back to the girl. He then took off a ring and dropped it into the hat.

I was even more confused, why are they giving her their jewelry?

I walked over after throwing away my drink. I crouched down next to my sister on the ground and got close to talk to her.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

She let out a quiet giggle while whispering close to my ear. “Oh! Good timing, we haven’t started yet, you can still join.”

Before I could ask for more information, my sister grabbed my wrist and slipped off a beaded bracelet I was wearing. She motioned the Santa girl over and put my bracelet in the hat. The santa girl gave a look to my sister then to me, nodding like she approved.

“Hey! I liked that bracelet, why would you just-” I got a little annoyed. Instead of taking me seriously, my sister tugged on my arm again, making me plop onto the floor in between her and my brother.

“Relax, you’ll get it back at the end, or if you get chosen.” She tried to assure me, but my mind was just whirling with questions.

“If im CHOSen? What is this, a cult initiation?”

“Oh my god, Y/n, no it's just a party game. Apparently it’s a local game they play here every year.” She didn’t elaborate until I quirked a brow and shook my head.

“Which is…..?” I asked.

“Oh, I have no idea. I just wanted to do something and this seemed like fun. Plus I got Oscar and our brother to join so it should be fine.”

I was bewildered at this information. I looked away from my sister to the other side of me. My brother looked relaxed and met my gaze. He just shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink, seemingly unbothered. I scoffed and looked around the room. looking for a clue to what I was getting myself into.

My gaze latched on to the Santa girl, holding her hat in front of Oscar. He looked at her, confused. Then I’m guessing she started to explain to him what was going on. From where I was, I couldn't hear anything but saw her lips moving quickly and her point around the circle of people. Once she finished talking, Oscar’s face turned to one of shock, his brows shooting up. He stayed frozen before he nodded and looked down to his cup.

In less than a second he downed the rest of its contents.

When the Santa girl shook the hat in front of him, it made a sound of metals clinging together, no doubt filled with random belongings. I'm guessing she was asking for him to give up an offering or sacrifice a personal item, for whatever reason it was necessary to this ‘game.’ Oscar nodded to the girl and started taking off his watch. He undid the metal band quickly and dropped it into the hat.

As soon as the girl walked away, Oscar’s eyes darted to me. I was already watching the encounter so we made eye contact. Instead of looking away, he kept looking. I don’t know what he was looking for but his gaze made me start to feel achingly sober.

I was one of the many people dressed in casual clothes, not bothering to go all out for a stranger’s party. As I looked away from Oscar's piercing gaze; my eyes traveled away and down his attire. He was wearing a white tee-shirt (one that actually fits him). A tee shirt shouldn’t be anything special, but something’s wrong with my mind tonight. Maybe it’s the alcohol.

I traced down his body to the nice-fitting dark jeans he was wearing. Then back up to the shirt. He was looking away from me now, talking to my brother. As he used his hands while he talked, I watched his form- more specifically his arms. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. When did he get so…

Yep. Definitely the alcohol.

Santa-girl stepped back into the circle, breaking my thoughts and bringing everyone’s attention to her.

“Alright!” She had an annoyingly cheery voice. “Let’s get started. To those who don’t know, we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven.”

Oh my god.

My sister didn’t know what 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN was?

I looked around trying to find away out of the game, but people had already gathered around and It’d be embarrassing to leave.

“What kind of party is this?” I asked my sister. “A middle schooler’s dream experience surely.”

“I agree… But it’s either this or a monopoly with the skimpy reindeer over there.” She used a thumb to point to behind her where some skimpy reindeer were in fact, playing monopoly.

I rubbed a hand down my face and huffed.

Who doesn’t know what 7 minutes in heaven is!?

Santa-girl was, I'm guessing, the host of this childish game, walking around the circle. She stopped in front of my sister, to my surprise and held the hat in front of her.

“Oh and I hear you three are siblings, so either throw their item back in the hat or give it to somebody else.” She added on with a smile and held open the hat to my sister.

Slowly, with anxious eyes, she stuck her hand in her hand and dug around. She carefully took out her hand, a sparkly pink lipgloss in her grip. She turned towards me quickly, and smirked, obviously interested. She held up the item proudly and waited for someone to claim it.

In seconds, my sister sat up and walked with someone to a room with a candy cane taped to the door. Everybody clapped as they left.

“There’s the first couple!” The santa girl clapped her hands together, then went on her phone, supposedly waiting for their time to be up. I talked to my brother for 7 minutes, trying to guess how my sister will be once she walks out.

To neither of our surprise, she walked out a mess, matching the lucky lady next to her. She didn’t bother fixing her makeup or hair, wearing a big grin. I laughed at her appearance as she quickly sat back down next to me.

A couple more rounds passed, and I was yet to have been picked. My brother went in with a girl earlier and came back with what I swear was the dictionary definition of “awestruck.”

Oscar’s also been chosen. The girl that grabbed his watch looked way too eager to get him alone. The whole time they were gone my mind was reeling. When they came out the girl had the same expression but neither of them looked messed up like my sister had.

I felt something deep inside me that sort of felt like relief.

Santa-girl walked around the circle. Other than me there were a few others, so I was praying she chose one of them, and not me. She was about to walk to a guy next to me, but all of a sudden, my sister grabbed her arm and lightly steered her back, In my direction.

“Here you are…” My sister whispered to me.

I cleared my throat and tried to laugh to ease the stress building in my throat.

Now that she stood in front of me with an eager look that matched the rest of the room’s stares, I panicked. I sat still until my sister spoke up.

“Y/n, you don’t have to, i just thought you wa-” My sister tried.

“I DO!” I shot back, a little too quickly. “I mean,” I cleared my throat and spoke quieter. “I’ll do it, I'm fine.”

But even after announcing i’d do it, my hands didnt move towards the hat.

My sister looked at me, like she was making a decision, and then asked me quietly, so only I could hear her.

“How ‘bout this? I’ll pick for you.”

“Yeah, umm. Sure yeah you pick for me.” The santa girl heard my reply and nodded in approval, she turned the hat towards my left and my sister immediately dove in.

She dug in the hat for a bit. It must have been 30 seconds before she stopped digging. Her hand was still in the hat, and she turned to me with the biggest smile I’d seen tonight.

To my horror, she pulled out a familiar looking item, shining in the firelight.

“Ah.” She held it up to the circle with confidence and then turned to drop in in my hand. I looked down at the silver watchface, taunting me.

She’d picked Oscar’s watch for me, and I know she’d been purposely looking for it too.

I looked at her again, then when she didn't say anything but smile, I closed my eyes tight again. I took a deep breath out of annoyance and stood up. Everyone’s eyes watched my stand and held out the watch.

I didn’t need to wait for anyone to claim it. Instead I looked straight at Oscar. He was already looking at me, his eyes were dark and trained on my own.

From the side of me, I heard someone ask my brother “no way, do they have, like, tension or something?” the person wasn’t’t being as quiet as they thought they were.

My brother replied “apparently…”

My sister joined in the conversation. “Tension? These two have had tension since elementary school.”

“Ooh childhood romance.” the stranger acknowledged.

“More like childhood rivals.” My brother whispered. I didn’t turn to them to show I heard their entire conversation, and instead kept looking at Oscar.

He moved his legs to stand and wiped down his pants, smoothing the ripples from sitting.

Instead of looking back at me, he beelined for the candy cane room, not bothering to turn and see if I was following…

NEXT PART HERE!!!!!!!!!! ASHDJFJSNJDKDNDJDNDNDJDNDJF WOOOOOOOOOOOOO CLICK HEREEE!

[millyondollarbaby]

Could you make Yandere Neighbor, Yandere Creep x reader who is also perverted and does everything to provoke the yanderes?

I’m assuming you want hcs/story for both so here we go because I am lowkey(literally) a nonchalant provoker- Not Proofread

𝐘𝐀𝐍!𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐀𝐍!𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

The Neighbor: Being the good neighbor we are(I mean temptress, seductress WITCH) we can clearly see his peculiar interest in us and are absolutely thrilled to play with him.

It starts small, a gentle smile and a wave if we see him outside, a quick acknowledgment. But as time goes on we want to test him- we go outside more, we keep a close eye to see if there is a hole in the blinds, and we notice he appears to always be outside when we are. He isn't exactly easy to ignore.

We utilize this knowledge: We garden more, exercise outside more, swim more. Imagine how ruffled his feathers get when he notices us in our summer bikinis taking a dip in our pool. His eyes almost pop out of his head, he's feeling... achy in a way he hasn't ever felt before. He can feel his heartbeat in his co-

Personally, I'm a sweetie pie and love to bake so let's be a good neighbor and bring him some of our baked goods! We make sure the packing is cute, paper boxes with bows on them and cute labels attached. We make sure we are wearing something homely but hot. A pair of jeans with a clean long-sleeved shirt, maybe blue or gray with the chest cut low revealing the tops of our breasts.

We stroll over to his house carrying his gifts. We knock on the door(or press the door bell), straighten up our spine, and perk out our breasts. Show time.

A moment later the door opens, the moment he sees us his eyes widen and his lips slightly purse. We smile "Hey neighbor, sorry to bother you but I was baking and had a bunch of extras I didn't want to waste." We say smiling holding up the boxes. "So I thought I would just bring some over here- hope you don't mind?"

He looks down on the boxes: Cookies, brownies, pastries. He looks like an owl. "I-I. That looks like a lot." is all he can manage to slip out. YOU'RE HERE! AT HIS HOUSE, AT HIS DOOR- GIVING HIM FOOD YOU MADE! He feels like he might throw up and potentially pass out. He lightly clears his throat feigning love sickness. We smile again sheepishly, " Yeah I can get carried away, I always like to have a stocked house. I figured your a big guy I'm sure they wont hurt," we say as we hand him the boxes. He looks to the boxes again and back to you- holy shit. He didn't even notice what we were wearing before. "Well enjoy them, let me now what you think." We say as we smile for the final time and begin to walk away. He is totally going to do despicable things with those treats.

𝐘𝐀𝐍!𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

This might have to be structured in more of a school setting but we'll see.

We noticed him from the begining, how could we not? He’s tall, gives off the vibe of a creepy pasta character, and is always around. We don’t really mind though. We actually think he’s kinda…cute.

We decide to give him some crumbs of attention here and there. Maybe we’re a teachers assistant so we either A. Work in the library and he comes in to return a book. We smile at him and turn away. B. We deliver papers to a class and make sure to say his name glancing at him for a second longer than others. He notices, of course.

We see him around campus and always make sure to send him a glance and maybe a smile. Giving off an air of subtle seduction. He feels it and it turns his gears. He sits and thinks about it all day. If he is really truly desperate he might have to make a detour to the restroom to pull one out before class- if he makes it to the restroom. He might have to cover a wet spot for a couple periods.

If you give him subtle attention he’ll take that as an invitation to show up more, even having the confidence to stammer out something once in a while: “H-Hi um… can I get this?” He’s cute like a stray skin walker in the forest.

[dearsnow]

I’D HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT

- you still think about the man that broke your heart years later. (bradley “rooster” bradshaw x gn!/fem!reader, pure angst (sorry))

word count: 719

a/n - writing angst scratches a part of my writing urges that nothing else can fill lol. i prefer reading fluff, but writing is another story- funny, huh? anyways, enjoy. here’s to writing that doesn’t have a happy ending <3

When your boyfriend was deployed the first time, you thought it wouldn’t be too bad. It was just a few months, right?

You wrote letters, and you sent emails, and you called just enough to whet your taste for his voice before he was pulled away. You’d do anything for Bradley Bradshaw, and he knew it.

“I just don’t think it’s going to work out.” His words fell from his mouth and shattered on your floor like broken glass. You felt a lump form in your throat, choking you. He was saying the one thing you never wanted to hear. “You know how my job is. I’d never be able to treat you like you deserve. I’m sorry, but we have to break it off.”

A stinging set off behind your eyes, clouding your vision and pulling your eyes down to the floor. You could wait. You would take the crumbs of him that he offered like a starved animal, no matter how long you went without food. Didn’t he understand that you’d have waited lifetimes? That you loved him more than you’ve loved anything? You needed him like air, but he needed you like solid ground; if he was in the water, he could survive without you.

“But I love you,” you protested, “I’d wait.”

He shook his head. He loved you too, and that’s why he left you to fend for yourself.

It took three years for you to find someone else, two years for you to marry them, and one more before you had your first child. She was four when you had your second, a boy. He’s three now.

Twelve years. It took twelve years for Bradley to finally leave your mind. You’re reorganizing your old things, discarding everything from your life before your family. That’s when you happen upon a letter you wrote so long ago it seems like a distant dream, yet so fresh in your mind that you can recite a few lines by memory.

Dear Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw,

I will always love you.

You’re my Achilles heel. I want you so desperately it burns, it burns my throat and my eyes and my heart. I don’t think I can get over that kind of burn.

I’ll move on, though, as I’m sure that’s what you wanted for me. I’ll marry someone. I’ll have children. I’ll have that white picket fence suburban dream, the one where your new neighbors bake you brownies and the sun is just a little too hot all the time. I’ll have a stable life, a nice one. I’ll have a pool and a two-story house. I might even get a dog or three for my kids to play with– a golden retriever trio that came from the same stray litter.

But if you came to me, walked up to my home, and smiled at me through the window, it would be like nothing ever changed. I’m terrified even now that I’ll say your name when my boyfriend wraps his arms around my waist. If you asked me to leave with you, to turn in my divorce papers and lose custody of the children I’ll eventually have, I’d have to think about it. I would have to think about leaving everything I’ve built to elope with you.

What scares me is that I would probably end up doing it.

So, I hope I never see you again, because I don’t want to have to break the hearts of those who love me. And I also hope that if you knock on my door, I’ll have the strength to close it.

Yours truly,

The One Who Would Have Waited.

You set the envelope down on your desk with watery eyes. The worst part about finding the slightly crumpled letter is that it still rings true after all this time, even after you told yourself it held no weight. You’ll forget about the letter eventually, you tell yourself. You’ll forget about the person written in black ink, too.

You have a good life, no one can doubt that. You tell yourself that nothing could be better. But when you think about the love of your life, you don’t think about the person you married.

You think about the man with a mustache who broke your heart so many years ago.

[orimuraa]

₊˚⊹⋆🍁⋆⊹ Day 7: Our season - Shen Ricky

(synopsis) 🍂 fall festivals with your lovely boyfriend ₊⊹

shen ricky x fem!reader 🍂 flufff 🍂 ricky is whipped, kisses, petnames 🍂 wc 587

masterlist

fall was always your season with ricky. you two loved the nice, crisp breeze that came through and the smell of cinnamon, pumpkins, and hot cocoa.

in particular though, the two of you enjoyed going to fall festivals with each other, enjoying the quality time you two would have together.

rewind into shining memories, time lapse

ricky was a quiet and reserved person but it didn't mean that he didn't show his love for you that often. in fact, he showed his love very often, wanting you to know how treasured you were. so it was a normal thing for the two of you to walk in a comfortable silence, hands clasped together and admiring all the booths around you.

"hey baobei, are you hungry? we can get a quick bite if you would like," ricky offered, a warm smile on his handsome face.

i'm looking forward to our next page

"i could do with a small bite," you reply, looking up at him just to find him staring with pure adoration in his eyes.

"alright, let's go!" he smiled again, squeezing your hand slightly.

the two of you weaved through the crowd, checking out all the food stands available. you both decided on a sweet pumpkin pastry and a warm cup of apple cider.

you were like a sweet ball of sunshine whereas ricky was a more reserved person, but the two of you made it work. you brought out this side of him that he never really shared with anyone else, but you made him feel safe and accepted him for who he was.

i'm still clumsy and a bit awkward

the more and more he spent time with you, he realized that he didn't always have to be this reserved person around you anymore and he found himself actually opening up more to you.

"ricks? you okay?" you asked, a concerned look adorning your face. ricky didn't even notice that he had spaced out a bit.

maybe sometimes, i'll miss this too, my baby

"oh yeah, sorry. i zoned out a bit. shall we continue walking baobei?" he reassured with a soft smile. the smile reassured you that ricky was perfectly fine and just spaced out for a sec. you nodded happily before leaping up and dusting of your lap for any leftover crumbs.

"let's go!" you shouted, motioning for him to get up. ricky smiled, standing up and brushing off his pants as well. he took your hand in his, and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips, taking you by surprise. the small kiss left you stunned in your spot, a wave of deep blush spreading across your face.

so far, so good, we just need to trust in each other

"yah! you sneaky!!" you jokingly scolded, shaking your finger at him. in ricky's eyes, you just looked like a small, grumpy cat.

we are one, let's go

"i love you so much my baobei," he said lovingly, wrapping his arm around your waist softly. you smiled into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso as well.

"i love you too ricks," you mumble, enjoying this sweet moment with your boyfriend.

the world is waiting

moments like these made ricky fall more and more in love with you. he loved spending every minute with you and he couldn't wait to see what your future together would bring.

winter, spring, summer, fall beyond four seasons more than any season shining so brightly

fall was ricky and your's season for sure.

new group?!?!? i'm a huge zerose as well and i just thought of a super cute little imagine for my bias based off of our season. i hope you enjoyed! if you did, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! <3

⚘. Perm taglist: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm

[arc852]

First Meetings 1/3

Summary: How Jimmy met Grian and Joel.

Warnings: anxiety, being/feeling trapped, and hunger pains

Word Count: 2295

AO3 Link

It's finally time! Let's see how Jimmy met Grian and Joel in the BBBCAU!

This is gonna be a slightly longer story, which is why I'm splitting it up into three parts! I'm still working on part 2 though so it might be a few days until the next chapter. It took me a while to figure out how I wanted their first meeting to go but I think I'm quite happy with what I've come up with! So I hope you guys enjoy!

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 Jimmy opened his wall entrance slowly, peeking out and taking a look around. His entrance was hidden behind one of the humans’ desks, so he was safe to check and make sure there were no humans in the room.

 Once he deemed the room empty, he came out of the walls fully and prepared for a quick raid of the dorm room. It had only been a week since classes had started up again, which meant things were still a mess in a lot of the dorm rooms. Especially the ones used by freshmen. Humans who were fresh to college, still learning and getting all of their stuff together. These were the rooms where Jimmy found the most things and he was always excited about what kinds of things he would find.

 He adjusted the strap of his bag as he came out into the open, glancing warily at the door for a brief moment. He should be fine, it was still early enough that if the humans weren’t here, then they were still in class. He should have plenty of time to borrow and then get out.

 Confident in his reasoning, Jimmy’s gaze left the door and wandered around the room. There were some clothes strewn about but with them on the floor like this, Jimmy stayed away from them. He couldn’t be sure if they were dirty or clean and he would rather be safe than sorry. Besides, humans usually noticed when clothes went missing. Jimmy really only felt comfortable taking clothes if they were already lost.

 That’s how he had gotten his current bed, a sock that had fallen between the bed and the wall as the human was trying to fold their laundry. They never noticed it missing and so Jimmy had dragged it through the walls and back to his home. That had been years ago now, and the sock had been good to him. 

 It didn’t look like he was going to get anything like that out of this room though. He’d probably do well to focus on getting some food. He was running really low, so some crumbs, maybe a full chip if he could manage it, would be great.

 So Jimmy walked around the room, looking behind the piles of clothes and underneath the nightstands for any food that would have dropped. So far, there wasn’t anything but Jimmy still had a lot of the room to go. He headed over to the opposite desk, heading underneath to see if any crumbs had gotten stuck in the carpet. The desks and beds, both under and on top, were most likely to have food, since that’s were he noticed the humans eating the most.

 But as he made it to the desk, there was a sound that made Jimmy’s blood run cold. The jingling of keys and the turning of a knob. Wasting no time, Jimmy ran the rest of the way underneath the desk and hid himself behind one of the far legs. Just in time too, because as he settled the door fully opened, revealing two humans. They were just legs to Jimmy from this angle but that did nothing to lessen his fear.

 “--try to finish it all tonight.” One of the humans spoke, in the middle of talking already as they had entered the room.

 “How much did you get? Aren’t you only taking three classes this first semester?” The other one asked. Jimmy tried to peek out more, to try and get a better look at the humans in order to see what they were doing. He wasn’t afraid of being seen from here, he knew humans barely ever looked down, let alone in the corners and underneath their own desks.

 The human who had just spoken was wearing a red sweater and just threw his backpack underneath his desk. Jimmy winced a bit and then was thankful when the other human, one who appeared to have a green streak in his hair, placed his backpack at the edge of his bed. 

 “Yeah, and two of them aren’t super homework heavy. But my other class definitely makes up for that.” The green-streaked human said, letting out a sigh. “I want my weekend free though, so if I focus I can probably get it done before dinner.”

 The red wearing human hummed and Jimmy watched him nod. “Yeah, I’ll probably do the same. I’ve got no more classes today either and having the weekend off sounds great.”

 Jimmy bit his lip. That did not sound good. Both humans seemed to plan on staying in the rest of the day and since Jimmy’s exit was currently on the other side of the room, he had no choice but to wait. Hopefully they would both leave for lunch or dinner. Otherwise he had to wait until they both fell asleep.

 And knowing college students, that could be a while.

 Jimmy sighed and started to settle into his spot, only to jump and just barely hold back a yelp as the chair in front of him got pulled out. Jimmy slammed a hand over his mouth and pressed himself back into the wall. The human was just taking a seat but the suddenness of it had caused Jimmy’s heart rate to spike.

 The human pulled himself forward but Jimmy was still far back enough that he was still at least a foot away from the human. Still, he was no longer comfortable staying here to hide. One wrong swing of the human’s foot and he was as good as dead. Or caught. Either one was very bad.

 Thankfully, the desk was pushed right up next to the bed and so Jimmy shimmied along the wall until he was out from the desk and hidden under the darkness of the bed instead. Jimmy let out a little sigh of relief, no longer feeling cramped from having the human so close.

 He stayed by the wall and took a seat, leaning against it. Might as well get himself comfortable with how long he would have to wait. He ducked his head a little and watched as the other human’s feet disappeared, probably getting into his bed to do his homework there. Both backpacks were still where they had left them, so Jimmy could only assume they were doing their homework on laptops.

 “Alright, let’s get this done.” The human with the green-streak said. He heard the other human hum and then the air was filled with sounds of typing and clicking. 

 Jimmy sighed and waited.

***

   Nothing interesting had happened and no opportunity for escape had presented itself throughout the rest of the day. Grian and Joel (he had learned their names as he sat there waiting) had continued to talk with one another as they worked on their homework. He had perked up when they had talked about getting something to eat but was disappointed when only Grian left to go pick something up for them.

 As the humans ate their food, Jimmy’s stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since early that morning. He pushed the feeling away though. Even if the humans made some mess and dropped something, he couldn’t go get it right now. Not without being seen.

 He settled back in as they had continued to work, until finally, after many hours, Joel let out a short exclamation. “Done! Finally.” He heard Joel close his laptop and the human leaned back in his chair, stretching. His feet hit the back wall and Jimmy was glad he had moved.

 Joel pushed the chair back and stood up, stretching again once he was standing. He heard Grian chuckle. “It’s about time. I’ve been done for an hour now.”

 “Oh good for you.” Joel said, his voice taking a mocking tone. Grian laughed.

 Jimmy placed his head in one hand, leaning against it as he watched (though all he could see were Joel’s legs at the moment) and listened. These humans were interesting, that was for sure. He hadn’t been as bored as he could have been, listening to them talk and go back and forth with one another.

 But even so, no matter how interesting a pair of humans appeared to be, he would much rather be back in the walls and away from the threat of being caught. He didn’t expect to be seen, he was careful and in a spot a human wouldn’t look in, but the longer he stayed the more his anxiety began to grow.

 Unfortunately, it looked like he would have to wait longer. “Want to celebrate with a movie night? I’ve got some popcorn in my bag.” Grian said and Jimmy barely heard Joel’s reply of yes as he sighed in frustration. He knew this would be a possibility though. From his time in the dorms and watching many college students, he knew they tended to stay up way later than they probably should. It was one of the things that made borrowing here hard, which was why Jimmy tended to go out and borrow while the humans were in class rather than at night.

 He heard them shuffling around, talking as they got the movie set up. The smell of popcorn filled the air and once again Jimmy’s stomach reminded him how long he had gone without food. And once again, he pushed it back down.

 The two humans settled into bed and the sounds of the movie began to play. Jimmy leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the movie and imagining what could be happening on the screen. Despite his want to get out of there, it was kind of nice. He had never been this close to actually watching a movie before. It sounded fun.

 Eventually, the movie ended and the humans went to their own beds. The lights turned off and he heard the shuffling of blankets but Jimmy still waited. After maybe another hour or so, Jimmy finally felt confident enough to try and make his way back to his entrance into the walls.

 He stopped short of the edge of the bed, looking up and at Grian, since he was currently the only human he could see. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even. He was definitely asleep.

 He then stuck close to the nightstand and rounded the corner in order to peek up and look at Joel. He was the same, steady breathing and closed eyes. Jimmy let out a little sigh of relief. He wasted no time in running back across the room, back to Grian’s desk where his entrance was located. 

 Jimmy grinned, relieved he would finally be able to get back home. Grian’s backpack was still there but he went to the side of it to get to his exit. His smile turned into a frown, however, when he realized the bag was too close to the wall in order for him to get through. “No…” Jimmy let out a little noise of frustration, going over to the other side of the bag to see if it was any different over there.

 It wasn’t.

 The bag was too full, making it a heavy roadblock. Meaning, despite how small Jimmy was, he couldn’t push his way behind the bag. He tried, he really did, but it didn’t so much as budge and Jimmy quickly got scared at how much weight it held. He backed away, wondering what he was going to do now.

 This entrance was the only one he had in this room and going out into the hallway was definitely not a good idea. It didn’t matter how late it was, there was always a chance some human would be walking down the hall and then Jimmy would be as good as caught.

 No, he was well and truly trapped within this room.

 But that was fine. He would just wait until tomorrow. Grian would pick up his backpack to go to class and then there wouldn’t be…a…problem…

 Wait, today was Friday, wasn’t it? Friday was the last day of the week for classes. He knew that and Grian and Joel had just been talking about it earlier too. Tomorrow was the weekend and both humans had already completed their homework. Which meant…

 Which meant there was no reason for Grian to pick up and move his bag for at least another two full days.

 Jimmy leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down it until he was sitting against it. He threw his head back and let out a quiet noise of frustration and worry. He was trapped in this room for the rest of the weekend at least. 

 Honestly, he felt like crying a little.

 He shook the feelings away though. Crying wouldn’t help him.

 He stood up and went underneath Grian’s bed. He didn’t want to stay underneath the desk, just in case Grian did need his backpack before the weekend was over but staying underneath his bed at least left him on the right side of the room. Once the bag was lifted and the humans’ backs were turned, he could take the opportunity to get back into the walls.

 For now though, he let himself lay down, using his bag as a makeshift pillow as he tried to get some sleep. He wasn’t sure he would be able to, but he at least had to try. Just because he was trapped in this room, his anxiety growing more and more at the thought, didn’t mean he could forgo his rest. He needed it more than ever in this situation anyway.

 He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the way he could hear the humans’ breathing and shifting.

 Eventually, he did fall asleep.

[storm-angel989]

How would Valentino and the other fees reacting to his daughter being insecure? Btw I love ur writing!

Hi friend, 

Aw! Thank you so much! So I recently did a thing where Vox and Velvette find out they’re going to have a child. This little fic stars Valentino x Reader’s daughter from OTO and Vox and Velvette’s daughter (her cousin).

You asked for insecure- how much more insecure can you be when you feel like your place in your Aunt and Uncle’s life is being usurped? 

Enjoy!

<3 Mandy 

My Aunt Velvette and Uncle Vox were my second parents growing up. As much as I needed my Mom and Dad, I spent just as much time in their studios, in their bedrooms, being babysat and sneaking ice cream. One of my favorite memories growing up was the weekend that both my parents went out of town and my Aunt and Uncle took me for a weekend of fun- Loo Loo World (which was much better than the knock off Loo Loo Land), ice cream, and giant sleepovers in their bed. Looking back on it, I was sure I missed my parents, but my Aunt and Uncle kept me so busy and so happy, I was too distracted to be bothered too much by their absence. 

Now that I had a baby cousin of my own, I was determined to be the cool, fun person that they were to me growing up. So whenever Aunt Velvette asked me to babysit, I took it as seriously as I could. Usually, it was just for an afternoon. But with my Mom and Dad out of town more and more often and both my Aunt and Uncle working, being a babysitter was less of a request and more of a necessity. This weekend was no different than the last. Mom and Dad were gone, and Aunt Velvette and Uncle Vox had to work, leaving me the babysitter. Again. 

“Sweetheart, if you could both come on down to my studio around 11:00, I have some modeling for her to do,” Aunt Velvette said to me. 

A twinge of unfamiliar envy settled over my stomach and I tried to push it down. There was no reason to be jealous of my cousin. Aunt Velvette and Uncle Vox told me before she was born that I would always be their little girl too, and always be loved just as much. It was probably toddler modeling, a clothing line I was too old for anyway. But as I wiped the crumbs off the three year olds face and took her hand in mine as we stepped onto the elevator, the feeling grew ever so slightly stronger. 

“Mommy!” the little girl shrieked as soon as the elevator door opened. 

She released my hand and took off across the studio. I hurried behind her, but to my dismay, she ran right into her Mom and wrapped her head in her skirt. 

“Sorry, Auntie Vel,” I apologized, “she just wanted you.”

“No matter, I need her anyway,” Velvette replied as she lifted her daughter up and cuddled her to her chest. “Did you have a good morning baby? Did you? Tell Mummy all about it.” 

I watched as she carried her across the studio and after a moment, I followed behind. The longer I stayed, the worse I felt. I loved my little cousin, but part of me wished my own parents were nothing more than an elevator ride away. My mom worked in another building, and more often than not was gone for periods of time. And I wasn’t allowed in my father’s studio under any circumstances. There would be no mid-day mom hugs for me- something my cousin was currently relishing in. I could feel the envy slowly start to melt into something else. Sadness, maybe? 

“Hey, Aunt Vel? I know I said I’d babysit, but if she’s doing a shoot with you do I need to stay? If not, I’d like to go swim some laps at school while the pool is still open,” I said as I watched Velvet lace up the back of my cousin's dress. 

“Hmm? Oh, sure, I don’t need you here. Go do whatever it is you want to do,” she replied, her eyes on her daughter. “Baby, smile, you look beautiful darling, Mummy loves you so much!” 

I turned and walked away silently, my heart heavy in my chest. I had two parents who loved me more than anything, so why did I feel so bad? I trudged up the stairs, tossed my swimming gear in my back and paged a limo to take me to school. Maybe a little swim would actually make me feel better.

Two hours later I had more than lost count of how many laps I had swam. Not that it mattered, my VoxTech watch kept track when I couldn’t. Body shaky, I pulled myself up on the deck and took a drink out of my water bottle as I hit the reset button. My body was definitely tired, but the feeling of sadness hadn’t gone away yet. With a sigh, I lowered myself back into the water and slid my goggles back over my eyes. Maybe another few laps would help. 

I dove under and pushed my body through the fatigue. At the end of the lane, I flipped and made my way back down. To my surprise, a familiar hand waved in the water and I stopped and lifted my goggles up as I caught my breath. 

“Uncle Vox? What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Your Aunt sent me to check on you. She said you sounded a little off this morning, and it looks like you’ve been swimming for awhile- why don’t you get out and take a break for a little bit?” He suggested gently. “Come on, I brought you a snack. And if you’re going to work your body this hard, you need to fuel it.” 

Part of me wanted to scramble up out of the pool and take him up on his offer. But another part of me, a bigger part of me, didn’t want his attention. Or Aunt Vel’s, for that matter. I wanted this icky feeling inside of me to go away. 

“I’m fine, Uncle Vox. Really. You can tell Aunt Velvette that too,” I replied as I swam backwards. “I’ll be home later, I promise.”  I slipped my goggles back down over my eyes. Without another word, I dove back under the water. 

Another hour passed. Then two. Finally, I hit my limit. My body shook and any feeling I had was long gone, replaced by sheer exhaustion. I lifted myself out of the pool, swung my body around to face the lanes, and leaned forward as I caught my breath.  I closed my eyes and to my surprise, I felt a towel over my shoulder. 

“You know, you’re going to have to talk at some point. You can’t exercise your problems away,” Vox’s voice was soft. 

“Nothing’s wrong, Uncle Vox. Nothing happened, I just…I want to do really well this season,” I replied as I wiped my eyes with my towel. To my dismay, the feeling of sadness flooded back and I squeezed my eyes shut.  “I’m fine.”

“That’s not the voice of someone who’s fine,” he said softly. “Come on baby, talk to me.” 

“Nothing happened,” I said sharper than I meant to.

“Didn’t say it did,” he replied calmly. “But something is bothering you. Come on, spit it out.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “No, cause it won’t come out right. Uncle Vox, I just…I just want to go home, okay? Leave me alone.” 

Instead, he sat down next to me. 

“Then don’t worry about it coming out right. Just let it out, sweetheart. You’ll feel better, I promise,” he told me gently. “Come on, we don’t keep secrets from each other, do we?”

Slowly, I shook my head no. 

“Right, sweetheart. Now isn’t any different. So spill, kiddo,” he put his hand on my shoulder. “Come on, I’m listening.”

“It’s not fair that….I just…I wish my mom and dad paid as much attention to me as you guys do to your daughter,” I blurted out. “It isn’t fair that she gets to go and see her mom and dad whenever she wants and my mom isn’t here half the time and I’m not allowed in my dads studio! It’s not fair and I hate it!” 

That icky feeling washed over me and I could feel the tears start to burn.  I scrambled to my feet and turned to run towards the locker room. 

Vox’s hand caught my arm and he pulled me back. 

“Hey, babygirl, it’s okay,” he said softly. “Hey, I’m here. Reader. Reader, listen to me. I’m here.” He wrapped me in his arms and pushed my head to his chest as he held me. 

“I love her and I love you guys and I’m sorry,” I choked out. “I just, I wish…”

“And we love you,” he said quietly as he held me. “We love you honey.”

“I’m sorry,” I said as I tried to rub my eyes. “Uncle Vox, I love her and,”

“And no one thinks you don’t. It’s a hard adjustment, especially when you see her start doing things that you used to do,” he said gently. “But you don’t need to feel insecure or unsure about your place in our lives, baby. We love you very, very much.” He kissed the top of my head and gave me a gentle squeeze. “But whenever you do feel sad, or insecure or even jealous, you need to come tell us. Not work yourself into exhaustion.” He pulled off his jacket and took the wet towel from around my shoulders before draping the dry coat over me. “Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home.” 

One hour, a bottle of red gatorade and a hot shower later, I felt a little bit better. Dressed in my pajamas, I made my way out to the living room. 

“Reader!” My cousin screamed as soon as she saw me. “Reader! I made you a picture!”

I looked down at the pink and purple scribbles etched on a piece of paper. I swallowed as guilt washed over me. How could I have ever been jealous of her? 

“Thanks,” I muttered. “I’m going to go put it in my room.” 

I turned and made my way back to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me, turned off the lights, set her picture on my desk and climbed under the covers. The icky feeling had returned full force and I wanted nothing more than to be alone. 

Unfortunately, my Aunt Velvette had other plans. The bedroom lights flicked on and I shut my eyes tight. 

“Oh stop, we both know you’re not sleeping,” Velvette’s voice scolded lightly. “Sit up, your Uncle made you soup. He said you needed something in your system and you probably weren't up for much. So come on, sit up now.”

Reluctantly, I sat up and she pressed a warm mug into my hands before perching herself on the edge of the bed.

“Drink up,” she told me. “I want every drop gone.”

Reluctantly, I took a sip. The feeling of warmth exploded on my tongue and before I knew it, it was empty. Velvette took the mug from my hand and set it on the nightstand.

“That’s a good girl, now snuggle under the covers,” she told me. 

“Aunt Vel? Did you…did you talk to Uncle Vox?” I asked as she tucked the covers in around me. 

She kissed my forehead. “I did. Love, it’s okay to feel those feelings. But we need to talk about them, not punish our bodies. I wouldn’t be surprised if you still feel icky, but I promise a good night's sleep and you’ll feel much, much better.” 

“Okay,” I replied softly. “Good night, Aunt Velvette.” 

“Goodnight sweetheart,” she replied. 

I heard her footsteps shuffle across the room and the lights clicked off. I snuggled under my covers and closed my eyes tightly. Maybe Aunt Velvette was right. Maybe I would feel better in the morning.

[newtthetranswriter]

hELLO!!! ANNYEONGHASE- ok i'll stop

so may i ask for some megumi fushiguro crumbs??? fluff pleaseeee and i was thinking about a scenario where megumi tries to confess to reader his feelings... bUT every time he wants to he gets interrupted!! and when he finally manages to catch reader and say what he feels, reader takes out an uno reverse card from their pocket with a stupid smile... you can include gojo and other students as the wing people of megs but imma leave it to you!!!! thank you in advance, take the time you need and dont stress about it!!!! love u and have a nice rest after work 💞💞

Word count: 827

Paring: Megumi Fushiguro x reader

A/n: Hey Ness, thank you for requesting. Honestly I think this is my first time writing for Megumi so I hope you enjoy it. Also tried a different pov for this one so let me know how you like it. Have a good day or night, and remember to Hydrate or diedrate. REQUESTS ARE OPEN

    He had been trying to tell you for weeks. And before that Itadori had spent over a month trying to get him to admit his feelings to himself. At this point Megumi was a wreck to put it simply. He tried to act like it wasn’t affecting him, but it was starting to feel like the whole world was against him.

     Megumi had approached you during dinner two weeks ago, having come up with the perfect plan. Unfortunately a certain cursed corpse messed everything up. Here's how it went.

     “Hey Y/n, can we talk for a minute?” He asked approaching the table you were sitting at. Smiling up at him you nodded, getting up to follow him out of the room. Once out of the crowded dining hall he began to speak again. “So, I’ve been meaning to tell-” Before could finish his sentence, the door burst open again.

     “You guys have to come see this, Itadori and Inumaki are competing to see who can fit the most rice balls in their mouth at once.” Panda said in excitement, dragging the both of you back inside.

     While the others were busy watching the two be idiots, you leaned over to Megumi. “Hey, what is it you wanted to talk about?” You asked in a hushed voice trying not to draw attention, silently hoping he was going to confess.

     He paused for a moment, then turned away. “It was nothing.” He said getting up and leaving you feeling disappointed.

    The next time he tried to confess was on one of the days off you get as Jujutsu sorcerers. Megumi was sure no one would interrupt him this time. And he had made Itadori promise to keep everyone busy and away from your dorm so he could tell you. Itadori being the good wing man he is, agreed and did his best. Unfortunately no one could predict what happened that afternoon.

    You two had been relaxing in your dorm like you do on every day off, just watching tv and chatting. He figured this was as good a time as any. So he went for it. “Y/n can I tell you something important?”

     Sitting up startled but curious, you responded. “Of course Megs, you can tell me anything.”

     Not thinking he would get this far he started. “Well, we’ve been friends for a while now and I’ve been thinking about this a lot.” He paused for only a second to collect his thoughts when the door burst open revealing the bane of Megumi’s existence.

     “Sorry to interrupt but I thought you would all like to know that Okkotsu is back from his overseas mission.” The obnoxious white haired man said.

     Upon hearing of the return of one of your closest friends, you quickly jumped off your bed running out of the room. Completely forgetting the conversation you were having with Megumi. Leaving the boy to slump back into the bed.

      Megumi had enough, he was going to try and tell you one last time and if something got in the way, he would accept that fate had other plans and give up. So he cornered you one morning before training started. He was determined for this to go well. He wasn’t going to beat around the bush either, he was going to be straight forward and rip off the bandaid.

      “Y/n I’ve liked you for a long time, and not just in the oh you’re cool kinda way. I want to spend all my free time with you and protect you no matter what.” He didn’t even pause to get a reaction, he just kept going. “I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks, but something always came up. But this is the last time I’m trying this, so I need you to know that I love you.” Megumi didn’t even register all the words that came out of his mouth.

      You stood frozen for a moment. This was a dream come true Megumi Fushiguro just told you he loved you and your mind was buzzing. After getting over the initial shock, you reached in your pocket confusing the dark haired boy in front of you. With the biggest smile he had ever seen you handed him a green Uno reverse card. 

       “What the hell is this supposed to mean?” It was his turn to be shocked.

       Instead of giving him a verbal response right away, you leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “It means, I love you too. Now as much as I would love to skip training to go on a date, we wouldn’t hear the end of it from Gojo, so we should get going.” You said before walking towards the training field. Megumi was left frozen for a minute, not believing that just happened. Getting over his shock he realized you were right, so he carefully placed the uno card in his pocket and headed outside to join you.

[zoi3e]

"call me later?"

- how you meet.

Requested by: no one

Warnings: mentions of suicide(Dazai), implied Mori's weird ass shit (Dazai), light mentioning of drugs (Dazai), mentions of kidnapping (Tetchou)

Charecters: Atsushi, Osamu, Chuuya, Ryuunoske, Ranpo, Kunikida, Poe, Fukuzawa, Sigma, Nikolai, Fyodor, Tetchou, Jouno,

Nakajima Atsushi

• you both met when Kyouka ran off one time while they were buying crepes.

• Kyouka kinda scared you as she stared at you bluntly while you just nervously smiled back before Atsushi found her and apologized profusely for her in-politeness.

"I'm so sorry! She uh... isn't very good with manners.."

"Oh, it's alright...'"

"YES! Uhm, I'm Atsushi Nakajima and this is Kyouka."

• He insisted on buying you some crepes in apology. You said no, but he really insisted.

• I geuss Kyouka was a wing woman.

Dazai Osamu

• Unfortunately, you two met through Mori.

• Mori at the time had found you before he got Dazai after his suicide attempt. He took you in at a time of weakness and you just wanted someone to give you attention. You'd later regret it.

• You worked alongside Mori when Dazai was given to him after his suicide attempt.

• You basically watched over him while Mori was in meetings, making sure he ate, and took his pills.? You were dead silent most of the time until after a few weeks and you warmed up to him.

"Uhm..."

"..."

"What was your name again?"

"... (name)..."

"Cool name! I'm sure you already know mine. Thanks for taking care of me I geuss. Mori Sensei's pretty weird...."

"...Agreed."

• From then you two beame friends and you usually patched him up after missions and Mori's weird shit.

Nakahara Chuuya

• You also trained under Kouyou when he came to the Port Mafia so you two met from her.

• He believed you to be a polite and calm person compared to other people he's met. COUGH COUGH DAZAI COUGH! Pardon me!

• You were actually squealing in your mind of how pretty you thought he was compared to your calm demeanor of what he saw. (ITS TRUE)

• You two and Kouyou would have tea often.

• Somehow you and Dazai were really close which blew his mind from the polar opposite personalities between you two.

• You 3 would often get put on missions together.

Akutugawa Ryuunoske

• You two met through Chuuya.

• Chuuya thought Akutugawa needed someone to be around and one of his subordinates (you) was perfect!

• And plus, you were good friends with Gin!

• Akutugawa was sort of angry at first but after a bit, he calmed down and you two just got fig tea together at a local tea house in Yokohoma.

• He sort of ghosted you after but you both worked on missions together from time to time.

• He'd get closer to you through Gin and your's friendship. Other than that, originally, he wanted nothing to do with you.

Edogawa Ranpo

• You were from the guild. (RAHHHHHH 🦅🇺🇸🍻🇺🇸🦅 MY PRONOUS ARE USA 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🍻 WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER?!?!?!??🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🦅)

• Poe would talk about you like a all mighty being and he'd talk about Ranpo the same way to you. So you both were really interested in eachother.

• One day, Ranpo came into Poe's house unexpectedly while you were there.

• You both looked at eachother up and down, tilting your head to the side at one another before introducing yourself to one another. It was sort of like the interaction between Nezuko and Muchiro before Hantegu showed up.

"So.... You are (Name), right?"

"Yes, I am. And you must be Ranpo Edogawa, correct?"

"Of course I am! I'm the best detective in the world, you must know me!"

"Poe said you enjoy sweets. I brought some chocolate-chip muffins over if you'd like some."

"That would be great!"

• Poe and Karl kinda just watched in silence before Karl followed you and Ranpo into the kitchen to try and get some crumbs that Ranpo would drop while eating.

Doppo Kunikida

• You two met in high-school, actually.

• He was a literal delinquent at the time and you were the student council president and you had to tutor him in math, algebra. (Lmao it's what he taught before the ADA if you didn't know.)

• You hated him a bit in the beginning.

• You both bonded over your abilities you two had that no one else.

• You two got out of high-school and didn't stay in touch.

• You ended up at the ADA and than boom! He was there after a few years too!

• Which rekindled a few things both of you thought you buried deeper than Oda.

(I have a headcannon that Kunikdia used to be a delinquent in highschool but got some big reality check that made him how he is now.)

Edgar Allen Poe

• KARL THE WINGMAN ! !

• Karl saw you in the book store while with Poe and for some reason really liked your scent. So while Poe was distracted, he ran after you which lead to paniked Poe and a racoon running after you because you had a danish in your pocket.

• Karl ran after you into 2 different stores until you sat down at a cafe and he jumped into your lap, breathing in your scent like it was cr@ck.

• Anyways, Poe put a tracker on Karl because of how much he runs off (lmao) so he found him at the cafe you were at.

• You were frozen because a racoon was just chilling in your lap.

"Karl! Kar- Oh, there you are Karl!"

"What?"

"I-I'm so sorry Mx, t-this is Karl and he must have chased after you, ple-please forgive me for h-his behavior..."

• He was litterially a blushing mess talking to you because he thought you were really pretty/handsome.

Fukuzawa Yukichi

• Yall met durring his training when you were younger.

• You, him, and that fossil man (Fukichi) became a friend group and you'd sneak out of your fancy private school that was across the street from their training building to go out on the Town.

• Later on, the school found out, and they told your parents so you were sent back to Tokyo away from them.

• So no more Yukichi.

• Until one day, you were working at your little bakery and then a man and a younger looking boy came in.

• The younger one ordered like half of your store but the older man caught your eye. It was like you've seen him before.

• And then you overheard the younger boy talking to the older man and said the name "Fukuzawa!"

• I looked over in curiosity and while the two paid I asked:

"I-is that really you Yuki?" (Nickname lmao)

"(N/N)? Is that you?"

"Ew get a room you two...."

• Anyways you two exchanged numbers and decided to talk more later

• It made him really happy lol

Sigma bbg

• You are Nikolai's bestie ofc.

• However, he liked you because you'd annoy everyone except him. Wonderful!

• Anyways you two met when Nikolai and him first met so (just a hc) they met at a meeting for the Decay of Angels

• You were honestly playful with him while he was a literal school basketball; sweaty.

• You realized that you should be a little more calm while Nikolai didn't give one shit. That motherfucker was all up in his face and crap like a Spirt Halloween animatronic..

• Anyways you two became friends because you liked card games!

Nikolai Gogol

• So you work at the Sky Casino and for some silly little reason Sigma left for "business" and left the manager position to you! (You don't know about the DOA yet lol)

• One of the workers while you were on break came and said that someone was cutting through the roof from the top of the building

• So you were like "mkay fuck you I'm on break give me a second." And by the time you got there he was already goofing around and there was a square cut out to the outside on the roof where he cam in.

"Uhm, sir, you could have used the door."

"Oh, but it's more fun."

"Sigh, fine. Just don't do it again, and your gonna have to pay for the roof fixing by the way."

"Just put it on Fedya's bill!"

"Who?-"

• You then learned when Sigma came back that he was banned the first time he came here a few years ago and does this about every week. The roof gets broken every time.

• So now he breaks in and tries to get to you while Sigma cries in a corner bc he got pranked by Nikoali.

Fyodor Dostevesky rat man

• jsjsjsjs okay so to sum it up you and rat man met bc you and Nikolai were siblings and Nikolai wanted to go back to Ukraine for you

• Nikolai one day sort of just disappeared from backstage at the curcis you both worked at together. You were like wtf where'd did his goofy ass go??

•You two were like Lyney and Lynette from Genshin Impact btw lol

• While you were backstage alone you were pulled into a more secluded area of the circus where you saw a man and your brother together

"Koyla?! W-where have you been?"

"Ehe, sister, meet Fyodor. He's going to help us be free!"

"What? But...."

"No! No! We're going with him."

"O-okay...?"

• Anyways Fyodor was interested by you and that's why he let Nikolai come back for you instead of just letting you die or something.

• From then, Fyodor burnt the circus down and brought you two back somewhere. Imma geuss Russia.

Tetchou Suehiro

• You were a hostage.

• Yes. Superman babygworl.

• Basically your like rich person's child (NOT FITZGERALD) And some rival people took you and your parents called Fukichi (the fossil) for help.

• He's sent Tetchou and Juono to go and bring you back safely

• By the time he and Juono came to the building you were being held hostage at you were stumbling out before fainting with a giggle.

"I geuss aunties lessons helped...." *BANG*

"Did you see that Juono?"

"I'm blind you dumbass."

• Anyways Tetchou carried you while Juono complained of how loud your heartbeat was.

• You woke up, looking around confusingly.

"U-uhm..."

• You three stopped at a coffee shop and you saw his strange soy-sauce-coffee.... yeah.... 💀

Juono Saigiku

• Juono felt like a full on third-wheeler, making snarky comments here and there about you and him.

• Fukichi invited you over for one of their fancy military annual parties and introduced you to Juono

• Though he couldn't see your face, he liked how calm your presence was and thought that your breathing and heartbeat wasn't as annoying as others.

• Until someone infiltrated the party.

• You were bait by the fossil. That's the whole reason.

• Anyways the group threatened everyone until sort of holding you with a knife to your neck.

• Still, Juono sensed how you were still calm which for some reason made him... worry...?

• Anyways you beat the shit out of the guy which was cool ig

• He liked your methods so he stayed in touch just in case you wanted to help him in torture time for criminals. :)

[askthisfishprince]

✨Official Disclaimer/FAQ Master Post✨

I'm going to be pinning this one, just in case anyone has questions or hopefully make some things easier to find! Will also add things as I need to.

Questions Regarding Timelines or “Canon”

I don't have an exact timeline in my head for this blog. In my imagination, Eridan and the other trolls are just alive again and in the present, and all the previous storylines still exist within it. The difference is that it takes place after the comic, so everyone is an adult just going along for the ride lol I guess that's what I'm going for 🤷‍♀️

I apologize if I stray away from the "canon"... I try to stay as true to the characters and their dynamics as I can. But sometimes it's just fun to be a bit silly and go off book for the sake of adding some humor. Also….it is an ask blog of a character that died pretty early on and did not get much in the “character development” department lol So again, I do my best to write him as “canon” to his true attitude and behavior as I can. But it can get very hard to give nuance to a guy who overall was pretty shitty, didn’t have much dialogue in the first place while also giving him a fake timeline that takes place a couple years down the line and allow him to have a crumb of self improvement without it coming off as too ooc. So if you see behavior that you don't think is accurate to him…..i promise I do my best…….i have google docs and PowerPoints on this guy lol so I promise the brain rot runs deep

Why I Haven’t Answered Your Question

If you notice that I have not answered your question there are multiple factors.

I couldn’t come up with decent enough dialogue that I felt was good enough to respond with. I am extremely stubborn

I work a full time job and just couldn’t find the time to :(

It was a very strange question and I have no idea what to say lol usually sexual, creepy, violent etc

I have gotten multiple of the same question and I am currently working on a reply.

I waited too long and I feel too bad to respond now ❤️

I can tell if you are spamming me with the same question even if you are anonymous lol And I'm sorry but I won't answer those lol

My inbox is actually insane at times and I genuinely can’t get to everyone :(

I promise I read every single question and I appreciate all of them!! Even the creepy ones.

But I am one person running this blog on my own time with a full time job with only so much time during the day 😔 I also have rampant adhd that can make it very hard to complete certain things

“Will I be making more content of Eridan and *insert character*”

I try to avoid having strict shipping content on here. I don't want this blog to become limited in my responses because I inadvertently turned it into a shipping blog. I do enjoy dropping hints, but for the most part, I prefer to keep things open so that I don't unintentionally limit myself. I also don't want fans who ship other things to feel like they can't ask questions about different characters or scenarios.

I do not have any “headcannons” that I am against or a ride or die for…but….please do not send me any Cronus and Eridan shipping questions. It is very yucky to me. I outright ignore the ministrife….i pretend to not see it 🥰

Am I An Eridan “Defender”?

No lmao

I’m not gonna write down my whole pathetic analysis on him. But I’m not gonna be here at my old age defending a fictional fish guy who boasted about the aspects of eugenics and harass people who disagree?? What is this?? 2013? lol

If you hate him and think he is awful. That is 100000% A-okay! You are allowed to! And I understand lmao

If you ever want to actually talk about Eridan openly, and discuss him as a character or anything. Just dm me! :)

Also just a reminder to clarify that my writing for Eridan does not necessarily reflect my personal feelings. If you ask “Eridan” about certain characters and my response seems mean or nasty, please note that it doesn't mean I dislike the ship or character. Eridan is not particularly friendly, even towards people he likes, so I try not to insert too much of my own feelings into his responses.

(Erisol, EriRox, eridan and literally everybody lmao….except maybe Karkat…..thats his bro…)

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[thenaiads]

Day 22: royalty AU; loyal knight;

@alterdnbweek

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Another crumb from "My Beloved Prince AU". I couldn't find anything else for today, again sorry for my poor English. Enjoy ☺️☺️☺️

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The training was literally torture!

"Very well, let's fan here for today." Said the young emperor

Why are we doing this in the first place?, thought the former prince.

"You have to work more on your reflections and balance your strength with your speed, I have passed half of this match mostly chasing you behind, instead of fighting.", the pinkette said the last sentence with more fun than anything else.

"Do we really have to train so often? We are already both in good shape, right?", The Biondo Giovanne asked.

"Oh, really?"

"I mean, learning some new tricks is useful and everything but I can take at least 5 of your best guards, and this is a fact.", The former prince was still laughing for having literally kicked the asses of 5 future knights, and immediately after calling him "doll " nothing less, what a joke. "Now, if you need me I will be in my room to rest.", Having said that, the Alpha was about to leave but, a handful of his arms stopped him.

"Tell me, how many times have you been able to beat me since we started these trainings?", the pinkette asked, with no teasing in his voice.

"… no once", admitted the other.

"Exactly. So until you manage to defeat me I will continue to" torture you" with our training sessions every times."

"Why exactly? Is not that I will ever go around with a sword by my side, or that I will fight in a war again, so what is the point?"

"The point is that you can never be too careful, you could be my concubine now, but this does not mean that in the future you will not be forced to use your combat skills again."

"So your concubine and possible future bodyguard? Waoh, what curriculum.", the blonde said with a laugh.

"I prefer to use the term Loyal Knight if this makes you feel better.", the young emperor said with a sweet tone and lovely smile.

"Your loyal knight in sparkling armor, my Emperor?", the Alpha finished the phrase with a hand-kissing.

"Yes, my Prince."

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

I really enjoyed Mark Russell's Flintstones comic, which was pretty in-your-face satire, but still gave the characters some heart, so I'm willing to give his X-Factor a chance. That being said:

Gee, I'm sooooo glad we're back to pointlessly killing off D-List mutants after Krakoa did the work of putting everyone back on the table for writers to use, it's definitely my favorite part of the X-Books and not a creatively bankrupt waste or anything. I know people might say, "There's too many mutants," or "Who cares about Rusty Collins?" But despite there already being too many mutants for people to use, writers keep adding more (even this book has like three new characters), and every character is someone's favorite.

I don't even particularly like Rusty, he was one of those characters that never caught on for me. I thought his personality was bland, and even back when he was first introduced I thought being "just" a pyrokinetic was boring (at least characters like Pyro and Magma had some unique aspect to their "fire" powers). But damn, I feel so sorry for any Rusty fans out there, he was dead for decades, he was barely there in Krakoa, and now he gets killed off one issue into X-Factor. I still have some hope for Feral, though, given that some of the team is "clinging to life."

I don't know how much, if any of the characters history Russell is aware of. He at least knows that Rusty was part of the original X-Factor, so there's that. Too bad Rusty is dead again. I really don't know what Frenzy and Cecelia are doing on this team. I could believe it of Pyro, since he already served on Freedom Force, and was only too happy to attack his fellow mutants while on the government payroll. Still, I'd expect him to have a more realistic and cynical attitude about the new X-Factor, given that Freedom Force ended with him and Blob abandoned to die, and the US government not giving a shit. But then, that would require actually engaging with the character's history which neither Russell nor Duggan seemed interested in doing.

Pyro's new characterization seems to be "party idiot." I can't say I completely mind, Duggan's Pyro was at least a "fun" version of the character, but this is the second time now Pyro's been a cast member for an X-Book, is it too much to ask that a writer actually take him seriously? I don't even mean "make him a badass," I mean give us some actual crumbs of character development, even if he's still mostly comic relief. The dude died saving Senator Kelly after a long, lingering terminal illness, and no one wants to address that? Like, at all?

Good question, Pyro, what IS Cecelia doing there? She was always one of the more reluctant X-Men who was more interested in being a doctor, how was she talked into this? Also, Pyro, your last direct interaction with Cecelia was when you betrayed her and got her fired after she saved your life treating your bullet wounds, you've got a lot of nerve flirting with her. I am reluctantly accepting that Pyro is basically being written as "straight" now, given that the "gay Pyro" storyline was stolen out from under him by bland replacement Simon "No one asked for this fucking character to exist" Lasker. Deeply bitter that the Pyro who got to canonically fulfill our movie-verse Allerdrake fantasies wasn't even the right Pyro.

Speaking of which, it would actually be a very funny meta-joke if Pyro gets killed off and immediately replaced by Pyro II/Simon, but if that actually happens I will absolutely start biting people. I waited decades for my fave to come back, do NOT take him away again, Mark Russell.

Also wondering how Pyro got the second-in-command gig. Was it just a stupid decision by corporate guy who doesn't understand how the team should function, or is there something sinister going on, like Pyro is more willing to toe the corporate line? Also, shut up, Alex, Pyro was actually doing some good with the Marauders while you were on the "fucked-up remedial last-chance" Hellions team

Like I said, I am willing to give this book a chance, and see what Russell does with it, but he's already shown he's willing to throw characters into the meat-grinder. I don't mind satire and a good story, but I also actually LIKE the characters. I like Pyro and Cecelia and Frenzy, I'd rather not see them twisted into satirical versions of themselves or abruptly killed off. I'd like to see their histories actually dealt with instead of jokes about Frenzy once working as a dog breeder. Despite the meta-commentary in the first issue about "the characters are interchangable, it's all about the story," in long-running comic series like X-Men, a lot of us actually DO care about the characters. That's what keeps us reading. Have fun with your story, Russell, but please don't break the toys.

I'm sure there's much more to say here about the writing for Havok and Polaris, but I'll let other people handle that, I'm mostly here for Pyro.

[blackbat05]

A shared bond

Joaquin Torres x Reader

Plot: The festive season is around the corner and you’re determined to give your best customer an unforgettable Christmas.

Genre: PG-13 / Trope: Baking, Alone on the holidays

A/N: Another piece for @the-slumberparty🫶🏽 I hope I did this right but it was another challenge that pushed my writing cells and create a piece that is close to home. Thank you for letting me share my work and hope readers enjoy! Reblogs and comments are appreciated!💜

The alarm beeps, signaling the newest batch of baked goods. Satisfied with the smell of blueberry pie wafting through the kitchen, you leave the delicacy to cool down. You go back out to the counter, pleasantly surprised to see your usual customer already waiting at the door.

“Hello Joaquin! You’re early today.” You let him in. “The usual?”

“Yes please.” He takes a seat at the counter, nose wrinkling to detect the source of smell. “I see you have been cooking up a new recipe. Any chance I could get a taste?”

You sliced a blueberry pie onto a plate and serve it to him with a cup of coffee. “Lucky you, I was trying out something for the Christmas menu and you just happened to be my first customer!”

Joaquin takes a fork and sinks his teeth into the pie, groaning at the impeccable fruity taste that blended nicely with the crumbs. “This shouldn’t be just a seasonal menu.”

“Glad to know. Guess I had enough foresight to make a whole batch of them. Would you like one more?” You carried the tray out and for a moment you thought you saw Joaquin salivating.

“Does it mean I have to pay?”

“Well, this one’s on the house. I insist. In the spirit of Christmas.” You give a second serving to Joaquin before preparing for the morning crowd.

It was like a routine that the both of you were used to. While you attended to customers, Joaquin would busy himself with a book at the side along with his drink and your baked treats. As you helped a father and his young son with their purchase, you can’t help but to sneak a glance at Joaquin who had an unreadable expression. The bell chimes, signaling the pair’s exit.

“What’s on your mind?”

Joaquin sighs. “When I see families, I think about the ones that I’ve lost.” You pause what you were doing, giving him your full attention. “It’s hard when I think about them but it especially hurts during festive seasons. I guess that’s what happens when you’re alone.” Joaquin smiles wanly. “I’m sorry for being such a dampener.”

You frown and shake your head. From your many conversations with Joaquin, you knew he was from military and he had a story that was beyond reality. You don’t know how he does it but he comes to your cafe with a smile every single time. “Don’t say that. You’re the strongest person I know, Joaquin.”

He takes a shaky breath and nods, but you sense that he’s going further down the hole.

“What if I told you that you don’t have to be alone during Christmas?”

Joaquin stares at you curiously and you’re more than positive that this would work out perfectly.

***

“Goodbye Mrs Lelia!” You moved towards the door, the elderly women trailing behind you.

“Thank you for visiting my dear.” She kisses you on the cheek and does the same for Joaquin. “Come back again soon with those lovely goodies!”

“Will do Mrs Lelia. Happy holidays!” You carefully descend the snow covered steps, checking one more house off the list. Joaquin decides to break the silence first.

“I didn’t know you do this during Christmas.”

“I started not too long ago. Two years back.” You helpfully corrected him. “I wasn’t in a good place.” Joaquin stares at you intently.

“You know how you told me once that when you came back from your tour? There was always people around you and yet you still felt lonely?”

Joaquin nods at the memory. You purse your lips.

“I felt that too. In a different way of course.” You explained. “Being blipped right back and having to see constant doom scrolling and watching others flaunt their extravagant lifestyles while holding to the knowledge that I could be someone better… it ate me up inside. So I decided to kickstart this food drive. I can’t reach everybody but I can do enough.”

Joaquin falls silent at your simple but impactful admission. “We’re all fighting our own battles huh?”

“That’s all we can do.” You respond. “What better way than to help others in the name of Christmas?” You grin, holding up the bag of baked treats. “Come on, we can do this! Dinner’s on me.”

***

An hour later, you sit beside Joaquin at a Thai restaurant savoring on the much needed spicy Tom Yum soup.

“I can’t express how much it means to have you help me this year. It seems to me like the ladies love you.” You teased.

“If that means having this feast after every food drive, count me in.” Joaquin laughs, taking a bite of the lemon chicken. “But really, I should be the one that’s thanking you. You’ve helped me a lot.”

You suddenly have a warm rush of affection for the man who was a mere stranger eight months ago. Joaquin seems to have noticed the change in temperature as he’s unusually focused at the half eaten chicken on his plate.

“After the blip, it was hard to even talk to someone. And I mean, genuinely have a conversation. That is until I met you.” Joaquin looks at you under his curls. “You didn’t push me and you allowed me to take my time.”

Your heart beats faster and you can feel yourself attempting to control your breathing. A determined glint crosses Joaquin’s eyes and he steadily moves forward.

“I really like you, Y/N. Not because you took pity on me but you saw me as a person. I don’t know if you feel the same way but I-”

Before he can finish his sentence, you launch yourself onto Joaquin, giving him the biggest bear hug that you could. He freezes for a moment at the contact, but he doesn’t hesitate to lean into your embrace.

“I really like you too, Joaquin.” You whispered, slowly detaching yourself to look at him. “And trust me when I say this but you came into my life when I needed someone. So I don’t want you to ever doubt yourself. Not anymore. Not when I’m with you.”

Joaquin pauses, processing what you have just said and breaks out into a big grin.

“I don’t know if this is appropriate but I really want o kiss you right now.”

You giggle at his honesty and take out the last blueberry pie that you saved for desert. Carefully taking a bite, you purposely stained your lips with blueberry coating.

“There. Now you can wipe it off me.” You cheekily point at the creation on your lips. It’s Joaquin’s turn to laugh at your absurdity as he looks at you lovingly.

The snow starts to fall harder and the Christmas decorations shine brighter. Reunions bring along joy and happiness across the city and for today, people forget what the world has thrown at them as they laugh with their loved ones. You and Joaquin Torres were not an exception as the bond between the two of you only strengthened with the help of a Christmas miracle.

He is gentle, leaving your lips wanting more. Joaquin gazes at you and how you wished you drank a little less of the wine. The crowd thickens but it is only the two of you in the small and tiny space that you envision. You see his lips moving and you tilt your head in confusion. Joaquin moves closer and you hear it.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

He leans in again, and this time he is sure to leave you breathless.

[jeongheart]

10:30 am

summary: walking down the street (i guess? just a quick chan drabble).

w.c: 600.

tags: established relationship, fluff.

a.n: i actually don't know what is this lol, i don't even have a title. this was born because the girl i like was making fun of me bc i have flat feet and i always complain about it ... and then chan sent a message on bbl complaining about the same thing and yeah, wrote this on my way to work so don't know if it's any good.

as always, english is not my first language so sorry in advance for any mistakes. share your thoughts if you like, appreciate it very much!

"Baby, my feet hurt" You complain for the fifth time that hour.

You've been walking since you left the hotel two hours ago, Chan insisted on taking advantage of Japan's sunny weather to visit all possible places before the sun went down. His refusal to go by train was based on:

1) The ticket wasn't worth it.

2) You were going to miss seeing the foliage in the less crowded areas.

3) "A little air wouldn't hurt us".

Chan just laughed and gripped your hand a little tighter to, in his own way, force you to walk when you stopped in front of a stained glass window in order to rest your feet that already felt hard in the arch of it, with a stabbing pain spreading to the fingers.

"My feet hurt too, but you don't see that I'm complaining, do you?" Your partner counterattacked at your frown.

You weren't really mad at him, you just wanted to rest for five minutes, your waist was also starting to feel sore after all that walking.

Chan didn't wait for you to answer him or walk again, and he took you by surprise when he effortlessly pulled you towards him until you collided with his back.

"What are you doing?" You questioned him with a slight smile appearing on your face.

"Climb up" He exclaimed simply, as he crouched low enough for you to get comfortable on his back without having to jump so much. The height difference between the two of you wasn't that much, but Chan was easily four inches taller than you.

Still, you appreciated his gesture.

You looked around at the passers-by who were swarming in the streets, some were deep in conversation or on their phones, some others looked at you curiously and then smiled tenderly, and others looked at you sarcastically.

"It's okay, come on, let's keep walking" You urged the man who was still in a squat position waiting for you.

Chan sighed in amusement and made a sign with his hands for you to hurry up "Come on love, I'll carry you".

You blushed a little and without giving the situation too much thought you jumped and got on the broad back of your boyfriend. When he felt the weight of your body, he ran his hands up the back of your legs to secure them behind your rear.

You held on tight to his shoulders as he took the last leap to settle you correctly on his back.

"Where are we going now, my princess?"

You laugh, but with all your might this time, it was really impossible to feel anything other than warmth next to Chan. The people who weren't looking at you before were definitely looking at you now, but you didn't care in the slightest.

You gently encircled Chan's neck and pressed your face to the back of his head so that you could whisper in his ear "Wherever my white steed decides".

Chan snorted but then gave in to the joke and let out the loudest laugh you had ever heard, the pigeons that were relaxing eating the crumbs that the elders left for them flew scared into the sky causing the two of you to laugh non-stop again.

Before you can finish laughing to take a breath, your boyfriend began a run towards the end of the square with you on his back, this time you really held on tight as you felt how Chan's grip became more noticeable on your legs.

The wind hit your face and while you saw people pass by like lightning due to Chan's excessive speed you couldn't help but smile fully and let yourself enjoy the ride.

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To the Wolves - Chapter 12

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AN: sorry it took so long I was in the shower

(All jokes aside here is the final chapter of to the wolves. Enjoy!)

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You wake to the feeling of Silco’s long fingers stroking your cheek and feel your lips pull into a smile.

“Good morning darling,” he says, leaning over you as you open your eyes.

“Good morning to you too.”

“We mustn’t linger long I’m afraid. Violet has plans with to take Jinx today.”

“And you would like me to chaperone?”

“You know me so well.”

You smile again pulling yourself from the bed and getting started with your morning routine.

The last few months have been precarious to say the least.

Vander and the three kids had moved into the shop with Benzo. Keeping them close enough to satisfy the kids. Vi had practically torn down the drop when she found out the arrangement but constant visits had certainly helped cool her off to the arrangement.

It didn’t hurt that she and Silco have gotten into the habit of discussing their mutual hatred for Piltover.

Mylo and Claggor were happy to help around the shop from what you had seen, and Little man was thrilled to have the kids around.

Vander was…cold to you on the best of days but everyone needs someone to blame. But it did make watching the kids awkward. He’s said maybe five words to you in the eight months since Silco took over.

Which brings you down to the bar, watching as Jinx happily munches on her breakfast, spitting droplets of food as she explains her latest idea to you.

The door to the bar is pushed open as Vi walks in, followed by Vander. Her legs were finally healed enough that she was back to jumping off the roofs around the bar.

Jinx jumped off her seat and ran to her sister-who wrapped her up in her arms.

You smile at them and move to get your jacket.

“Well what a lovely scene this is,”Silco calls from the top of the stairs.

Jinx rolls her eyes,”Dad I told you to stop appearing from places like a ghost. It’s creepy.”

He chuckles as he saunters down the stairs. “Apologies sweetheart. Tell me Violence, what is the plan for you two today?”

Vi rolls her eyes at the nickname,”taking Pow back to the arcade.”

“What fun! I trust the two of you can make it there yourselves today? I think you’ve outgrown your chaperones.”

Vi blinked in surprise,”uh ya. Ya we have.”

“Well of course unless Vander has objections?”

Vander eyes Silco curiously but relents,”I don’t see why not. Just back before dinner.”

Jinx squeals in excitement,”yes! Quick lets go get the others too! Ekko hasn’t been with us in ages.”

And with that the girls are out the door.

Vander hasn’t moved.

“Got a reason for your sudden trust in my kids?”

“Hmmm? Oh Violence wouldn’t run off so carelessly. She’s a smart one. Besides, all the children know I’ve eyes all over Zaun. It’s never been safer for them,” he taunts, his hand slowly finding its way to your waist,”besides I have much more…pressing work for Zauns favourite barkeep today,” he pulls you into his side. Keeping his eyes on Vander.

Vander rolls his eyes,”I’m sure you do. Just don’t send out your goons if Jinx comes to ours for dinner.”

“Oh she wont,” he sneers,”but do remind your children they’re welcome here any time.”

Clearly Vander has seen enough because he turns on his heel and walks out.

“Do you really have to do that every time?” You ask pulling away and walking to the bar.

“What? Remind him of what he lost? What he could still loose? Yes. I think it’s a perfectly fair price for him to pay.”

“Oh do you?” You pick up a rag and start to wipe down the crumbs from Jinx’s breakfast. Without turning to look at him,”and what do I get out of being used as a reminder?”

Silco is behind you in an instant. Hands grabbing your waist and slamming you into the bar. His lips on your neck.

“I’m happy to remind you what you what you get.”