#happily ever afters & forevers collab

[semisgroupie]

SINS OF THE FLESH

priest!nanami kento x fem. reader x priest!toji fushiguro

wc: 3.0k

warnings: sacrilegious, virginity loss, threesome (mmf), oral sex (m! and f!receiving), corruption kink, manipulation, blasphemy, lots of religious undertones, unprotected sex, creampie, Toji and nanami are so filthy here (it’s so sexy), reader is very naive and innocent (perfect prey), reciting of prayers during sexual acts, praise, slight manhandling

synopsis: it’s not a sin if you lose your virginity to two hot priests in a church right?

a/n: this is for my what’s done in the dark collab! and a lil belated birthday gift to myself!!

“Through him, with him, in him, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is yours, almighty Father, forever and ever.”

A unified Amen filled the entire room then people stood to line up, waiting to receive the small wafer and a sip of the wine dubbed the blood of Christ. You helped the elderly man seated next to you stand then walked behind him to join the line. You looked around at the familiar faces and sighed happily to yourself before making eye contact with the two men wearing cassocks, Father Kento and Father Toji.

You have always been involved with the church, your earliest memories were filled with the church. So, it was only natural for you to start attending your local church when you moved. That was when you first met Father Kento, he greeted you with open arms and a warm smile. It was easy for you to adjust to the new environment and then about a few months later a new priest in training joined the church, Father Toji. It was interesting to see how the two men interacted with each other when they were seemingly polar opposites. But what you weren’t aware of was what the two men had in common.

An insatiable urge to corrupt an innocent parishioner and both men had their eyes on you.

You were the perfect church girl and they knew how to get you right in their bed and between them. They knew you were the type to save yourself until marriage but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t drift you away from your original, innocent plans. Especially if they convinced you that, that’s what God wanted for you.

Being priests they had the gift of gab. That only meant it wouldn’t take much to convince someone as trusting as you to do what they needed you to do.

Each man stood at either end of the table, Nanami held the chalice with the wine inside and Toji started giving out the wafers. Each person went one after another and received their own blessing and finally it was your turn. You stood in front of Father Nanami and he brought the chalice to your lips and you took a small sip before pulling back. “Thank you Father Kento.” He smiled and leaned in, “you know you haven’t been to confession in almost a month, after mass you’ll go with me and Father Toji, okay?”

You nodded at his words and offered him another smile before moving to Father Toji. You watched how he placed the sacramental bread in others hands so they can place it into their mouths but when it was your turn, he ignored your cupped hands and tapped the wafer against your lips. “Open up, you know the deal.” He let out a low chuckle as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out slightly. Fuck you looked perfect like that, so innocent, so malleable, he could just take you in front of all the other parishioners but he had to be patient. He placed the small wafer on your tongue and pulled his hand back, “thank you Father Toji.” He nodded and watched as you got up and walked back to your seat.

The mass continued and everything happened so quickly. Both men couldn’t keep their thoughts straight, for you have infiltrated them so easily.

“May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” Toji lifted his hand to the crowd and moved it in the shape of a cross as Nanami started the ending of mass. Another unified Amen filled the room and Nanami finished with the concluding words, “The Mass is ended, go in peace to love and serve the Lord.”

“Thanks be to God.” Everyone started getting up and thanked the two men for a wonderful mass while you stood behind. There was no real reason why you hadn’t gone to confession, there was nothing you had to confess. You hadn’t sinned, well maybe some things here and there but nothing that would warrant a confession. You moved your hands down to play with the hem of your dress as you consumed yourself in your thoughts.

Both men approached you and stood at either side of you while you continued to toy with your dress. Toji leaned down to your ear and placed a hand on your shoulder, “come now sweetheart. We’ll be doing things a little different today, you’ll be confession to both Father Kento and myself.” You jumped a little at the deep rumble of his voice and nodded at his words, too naive and trusting for your own good.

He held out his hand to you and you took it without hesitation. He continued to hold onto it while Nanami followed behind you both, itching to get his hands on you. The walk was filled with light small talk as the men led you to a more private area, their quarters.

You looked around the room and turned to look at them, slightly dumbfounded. “Why are we here? Don’t we normally do our confessions in the confessional booth?” God, you looked so cute. A slight pout on your lips as you looked up at the two men while your hands went back to the hem of your dress. Toji spoke first and placed a hand on your shoulder, “yes but it’s currently being fixed, so we just decided to take you here if that’s okay with you?”

You looked up at the raven haired male and nodded, your gaze drifting momentarily to his scar before meeting his eyes. “Good, now sit.” Nanami pulled out two chairs and put them back to back, he led you to sit down on one while Toji sat on the other. “What about you, Father Kento? Don’t you need a seat?”

He shook his head and smiled at you, “Father Toji is the one you’re confessing to, I’m just here to make sure everything goes smoothly.” He sat down on the desk in front of you and nodded his head, “go on and start.”

You sucked in a small breath and started, “bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago. These are my sins, I have succumbed to a sin of the flesh.” Heat rose to your cheeks and burned through your whole body as the sin you committed left your lips in a soft tone to reach the ears of the two deviants you were in a room with before reaching God’s ears. Both men perked up and raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, please elaborate further on that. God cannot forgive you for your sin if you don’t explain it in its entirety.” You played with the hem of your dress more as Toji’s raspy voice reverberated throughout the room.

“I have touched myself in a sinful way, Father.” You kept your eyes down at your hands, if the world swallowed you whole in this moment you would be thankful. Toji turned his head to look at Nanami and nodded. Nanami stood up and took a few steps over to you and knelt down. He placed one of his hands on your knee while the other went on top of your fidgeting hands. “Darling, you can’t just stop in the middle of a confession. Do you mind if I help you?” You tore your gaze away from your dress and met his warm eyes, you nodded slowly and he smiled. He moved his hand from your hands and moved it to the other knee. You watched closely as he started pushing them apart and you instinctively tried to keep your legs closed. The issue is, he was much stronger than you so he easily overpowered you and kept your legs spread.

“Don’t you want God to forgive you for your sins? If you don’t let me do this then God can’t forgive you and you can’t truly repent.” Your eyes widened at his words and you shook your head, “no, Father Kento I want to be forgiven, I want to repent for my sins!” He had to bite back a smirk and Toji moved so he could watch over your shoulder, you felt his hot breath at your ear and you turned your head quickly to face him.

“Just trust us. We’re just doing what God wants us to do okay?” He cooed softly at you and you nodded, both men knew it would be easy to get you to submit to their will but this was just easier than they expected. Toji hooked two fingers under your chin and lifted your head up as he leaned in close, “have you ever kissed a man before?” Your cheeks burned as you peered into his eyes and you shook your head, “no, Father Toji.”

“Good girl.” With that he closed the remaining gap between you both and kissed you softly, you whimpered against his lips and gripped the arms of the chair you were sitting in tightly. His lips against yours felt like nothing you’ve imagined before and as he deepened the kiss you felt the same burning in your belly whenever you touched yourself.

Now that you were distracted, Nanami lifted up your dress so it scrunched up at your hips and let out a low groan at the sight of your panties, white to represent your innocence that was soon to be tainted by the two men you were with. He moved one hand up your thigh and started rubbing gentle circles on your clit over your panties. You instantly arched your back and gasped against Toji’s lips, “so reactive, little angel.” Nanami mumbled before pressing his thumb against the growing wet spot on your panties and then hooked two fingers under them and pulled them to the side.

Your pussy looked perfect, your swollen clit and your pretty virgin hole clenched around nothing. He adjusted his position and leaned in close, taking in a deep breath. Fuck, you even smelled sweet. He pressed gentle kisses along your lower lips and kissed your clit. You gripped the arms of the chair tighter and whined against Toji’s lips once Nanami took your pussy into his mouth. Toji broke the kiss and looked down at Nanami, chuckling at how disheveled you looked. Your kiss swollen lips were parted ever so slightly and your eyes drifted between the two men.

Toji disrobed and your eyes widened as you saw his muscles once he took his cassock and shirt off. They flexed and tensed with the most subtle movements and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Then your eyes traveled down his body and saw his bulge, he seemed like he was about to burst through his pants. “Enjoying the view, sweetheart? Tell me, when you touch yourself do you think about me and Father Kento? Because I have a little confession for you,” he leaned in close to your ear while you moaned and whined due to Nanami’s tongue exploring your pussy like a man who hasn’t had a drink in days. “Father Kento and I have had filthy thoughts about you, thoughts that would make even the devil blush.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words, there’s no way they could be true, right?

These men are supposed to be the definition of holiness, they’re not supposed to succumb to sin. They’re held at a higher tier due to their devotion to faith, you look up to priests and the clergy as an example of how you’re supposed to live your life. But to know that they’re just as depraved as you are excites you.

You moved one hand down from the arm of the chair to Nanami’s hair and messed up the perfectly styled golden locks as he suckled on your clit. Your mouth fell agape as he continued his actions and Toji took advantage of the position you were in. He gripped your chin and turned your head so you could face him but this time he was completely undressed, revealing his throbbing cock. Your mind started racing but the big question that circled around in your haze filled mind was how would he be able to fit it inside your mouth? There was no way you could open your mouth that wide but you couldn’t dwell on the question for long. He moved one of his large hands behind your head and pushed you closer until the tip laid along your tongue. “You just need to suction your mouth like you’re sucking on one of those cherry lollipops you love to have right after mass and I’ll do the rest of the work.”

So you did exactly as he said, you wrapped your lips around the bulbous head and he started moving his hips, thrusting shallowly to let you adjust to his size but the way you were whimpering and moaning around his cock made it extremely difficult to go slow. Nanami moved one hand from your knee and brought it to your entrance, now coated in his saliva and your juices and slipped one finger inside you. The feeling was overwhelming, he pumped his finger slowly then started picking up the pace as he sucked on your clit harder. Just as he picked up the pace of his finger, Toji picked up the pace of his hips. Guttural and borderline animalistic groans left his scarred lips as he forced you to take his cock entirely down your throat. You gagged each time his balls touched your chin and tears freely spilled down your face but it just turned you on even more.

Nanami’s cock throbbed as he looked up at you, you were taking a cock that was entirely too big for you almost with ease and he just had to have you. He slipped a second finger inside you and started pumping them quickly, the squelching of your pussy almost felt too loud and your legs started shaking at the rough pace. Before you knew it, the coil inside your belly snapped and your pussy clenched around his fingers tightly as your orgasm washed over you. Toji pulled out of your mouth so you could catch your breath and Nanami pulled away from you. “Let’s bring her to the bed and put her on all fours.” Nanami spoke as he undressed and Toji scooped you up from the chair with ease and brought you to the cot in the room, he put you on your hands and knees and sat down in front of you, his cock still standing proud while the tip leaked even more precum.

Once Nanami was fully undressed he joined you two on the cot and moved behind you. He pressed his cock against your slit and dragged it through your folds to collect the mix of his spit and your juices on it. “Just take a deep breath, this will hurt but it’ll feel good very soon.” With that he lined up with your entrance and started slowly pushing in, “oh Christ, if this is what heaven feels like then I never want to leave.” He groaned and continued pushing in slowly, tears pricked at your eyes and you stretched your arms out to hold onto Toji’s thighs. “You poor thing,” Toji cooed and moved one hand to caress your cheek and wiped at your eyes, “you’re doing so good, just doing what the Lord needs of you.”

His hips slowly started to move faster and snapped against yours. Toji guided his cock back into your mouth and started thrusting up, both men using you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and leaned down, “remember you still need to repent for your sins. So I need you to repeat after me, this is Corinthians 7:10.” He snapped his hips into yours while Toji buried his cock in the back of your throat. “Father, when I sin, help me to not dwell in a worldly sort of sorrow that would lead to my death” he smirked as you tried to repeat the prayer while Toji’s cock was still in your mouth. “Grant me godly sorrow and the ability to recognize it.” He gave you another moment to try to repeat his words before continuing, “May it result in repentance that leads to deliverance and leaves no regret. Amen.” You repeated the final words of the prayer and let out a muffled Amen around Toji’s cock and the raven haired male groaned.

Both men started to move in sync, each time Nanami bottomed out so did Toji. Everything they did was mind numbing and all you could do was moan and hold onto Toji’s thighs. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off your orgasm much longer, it was already quickly approaching. The way Nanami’s cock explored your walls was like his cock was made to be inside you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and threw his head back as you clenched around his cock tighter. He angled his hips and hit that spongy spot inside, instantly making you cum. You let out a muffled cry around Toji’s cock as your orgasm took over you. Both men groaned and Nanami’s orgasm washed over him first, he pressed his hips firmly against yours as he coated your virgin walls with cum then Toji held your head down as he came deep down your throat.

You dug your nails into his thighs and he pulled you off once he was done. You panted and looked up at him as your tongue stuck out slightly, some remnants of his cum coated the pink muscle. You swallowed and Nanami slowly pulled out of you, allowing you to slump against the cot completely. “Thank you Father Toji, thank you Father Kento.” Your voice was raspy from the face fucking you received and both men pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You did very well but there is still more you need to do to be fully forgiven. What do you say about having confessions like these every week after mass and after Bible study?” Toji spoke and gently caressed your cheek while Nanami covered your body with a blanket. You looked up at both men with half lidded eyes and nodded, “if that’s what God wants from me then I’ll do it.”

Nanami and Toji sported the same smirk and nodded. “You’re the perfect child of God, now get some rest.” Nanami whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

taglist: @jctaro @satmitsuplanet @benkeibear

[sipsteainanxiety]

rotten to the core || bkg k.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 4k

mentions: no pronouns i blv, pro hero bkg, aged-up chars (24+), meet cute(?), slight fear of heights, bkg being a dick but what else is new, ur kinda used as a scapegoat for him, part of the meet fruit collab hosted by @willowser !! check out the other fics posted!! & ty to my friends who helped me brainstorm a title LOL (kissa u will!)

🍎 in which you get stuck in an apple tree... and have to get help from a certain pro-hero to get down 🍎

In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have taken your walk today. 

It was just—perfect weather, though. The first wink of sunshine that’d blessed the earth after a week of non stop rain. The air was cool and crisp with the gentle grip of Autumn, vibrant leaves colored in all shades of tangerine, burnt red, and daffodil yellow lining the trees and roads. You had to get out and stretch your legs after wallowing miserably at your window, confined to your little apartment for what felt like forever. 

Your skin basked happily in the soft caress of the sun as you walked down a bricked path through one of the parks in your neighborhood. It was a delight to venture through since it was nice and tranquil—able to leave you to your thoughts as you watched the way light filtered happily through the canopies above you. Occasionally you’d see another pedestrian walking in the distance, but they hardly ever bothered you. 

A sigh left your lips as you stretched your arm out and glanced at the watch on your wrist. You never brought your phone with you when you went on these little outings. You didn’t really need it, after all, and all the notifications you’d get would only serve as a distraction when you were supposed to be clearing your mind and enjoying the bumbling outside environment for once in your technology-infused life. 

It was just after three in the afternoon. Nice. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket and continued on. Maybe you could stop by one of the café’s on your block for a warm drink later. A motivating thought. 

As the path took you past a small, open field, you noticed a group of children loitering around one of the trees lining its perimeter. They were loud as they chattered and argued with each other, pointing up at the tree’s branches and making attempts to climb it to no avail. You’d fully intended to walk by, sparing them not much more than a curious glance, but one of the kids had spotted you and started loudly shouting and waving his arms. 

“Hey! You!” he called across the field, and you paused for a moment and looked around before pointing at yourself in confusion. Was he talking to you? “Yeah! C’mere!” Apparently he was. 

You slowly made your way over, wondering what the kid could possibly want with you. His friends all turned to look at you curiously as you approached. A few lingered at the base of the tree they’d been attempting to climb. Suddenly, you had a little audience and you weren’t quite sure what to do. 

“...Yes?” you eventually asked to break the silence. “What’s up?” 

“You’re tall,” the kid pointed out bluntly. You blinked down at him owlishly. To him maybe you were, but you weren’t going to say anything. “Can you get those apples for us?” He pointed up at the tree—your gaze following—and you realized they’d been attempting to pick the small, honey-crisp fruit that was way out of the reach of their tiny limbs. 

There was only one problem. “I can’t reach those either. They’re too high up,” you told him with a frown.  

He made a face at you, but before he could say anything, one of his friends piped up. “You can climb, can’t you? Please! We’re trying to fill this basket.” A weaved basket was held out in their arms, a few apples already rolling around in it. They all looked up at you in anticipation—nearly half a dozen little faces with hope glistening in their eyes. 

You hesitated. This was not what you had expected to be doing on your little walk.  “I dunno—” 

“Please! Pretty please!” You were almost immediately interrupted as they all started begging you at once, a chorus echoing in your eyes. A few small hands reached out to tug at the bottom of your jacket. You were frozen, the weight of their tiny expectations weighing heavily on your shoulders. “Please! With a cherry on top?” 

“Okay! Okay,” you acquiesced as you side-stepped towards the tree, your hands raised up as though in surrender. They were persistent, and you doubted they’d give up even if you’d said no. They all immediately started cheering as you trudged your way over to the apple tree, a grumble under your breath. This was fine. You would get them their apples and then continue on your path. Maybe you’ll get a drink and a pastry at that café later, you thought to yourself. 

You stopped at the base of the tree and eyed the trunk for a second. A quick glance behind you showed that the kids had followed you, surrounding your figure in a half circle as they eagerly waited. You didn’t know why they thought you would be able to climb the tree to get the fruit when they’d obviously been failing at it before, but you supposed that was them placing you—an adult—on a more capable pedestal than them—little kids. You sighed again and started the arduous task of climbing your way up to the first thick branch you could see. 

The tree’s bark was rough under the soft skin of your palms. Your feet braced themselves against the trunk as you used the strength of your legs to push yourself up. Your hands gripped onto the branch and you pulled yourself on top of it carefully, ensuring that it could hold your weight. It could. This branch—and the ones surrounding it—was bare of any apples, unfortunately, so you’d have to go higher. You huffed slightly as you stood on the branch—knees bent to help with your balance—and climbed your way to the next sturdy branch using the smaller ones around you.

It took you longer than you’d like to admit, but eventually you plopped yourself down on a higher branch and wiped the sweat from your forehead. You could hear the kids yelling encouragingly at you from below, telling you to Go higher! The good apples are higher! You rolled your eyes and looked around. They could make do with what you could get now.

It was kind of nice sitting in a tree. The leaves around you were mostly green, though you could see many of them starting to dip into a yellow color with the Autumn weather. There were a few ripe apples on a branch to your right that you could easily reach without having to move too much. You picked them easily and looked down so you could find the kid holding the weaved basket. 

“Catch!” you called as you dropped the apples one by one. There was a flurry of motion from all the kids as they scrambled to move the basket up to catch the fruit before it could hit the ground. They sounded delighted and a small smile lingered on your lips as you watched them. 

“More! More!” they chanted once you’d tossed down all the apples you could reach around you. Guess you really did need to go higher, then. Unfortunate. 

Up and up and up you went, adhering to the whims of the children who watched you safely from the grassy ground. You picked more apples and dropped them carefully to the earth. Until finally, finally, their basket was full to the brim. 

“Thanks stranger!” the original kid who’d caught your attention called up, his friends already rushing away as they giggled and laughed. He waved up at you, a bright smile on his face, and you thought to yourself that maybe helping them out had been worth it. “You’re the best!” And with that he ran off, hollering at his friends to wait for him. 

You watched him go, then sighed wearily. At least you’d gotten some sort of workout in. Already your arms were starting to ache from hoisting yourself up the tree. You stretched them out, then moved so you could start to lower yourself to the hand holder branch below you. 

The moment your foot placed weight on it, however, it let out a sharp snap! 

Something in your gut dropped. You yelped and scrambled back on top of the branch you’d been sitting on, your foot having met nothing but air. Your heart pounded a steady beat in your ears as you sat solidly on the branch and looked down. The branch had broken and the next one for you to put your weight on was too far away. Shit. You swallowed heavily and found yourself looking at the ground. It seemed… awfully far away. And now that you were staring—realizing just how high up in the tree you were—you noticed there was this odd feeling in your stomach that only got stronger the longer you looked. Your jaw tensed and you forced yourself to bring your gaze to the tree trunk in front of you as you slowly moved to straddle the branch. A better position in case you… fell. 

You took a moment to just calm yourself down. Damn it. Were you really stuck in a fucking apple tree? You chanced another look down and felt a bit lightheaded once more at the height. You guessed you were. You never should’ve taken that goddamn walk. You breathed in deeply, then exhaled it all in a loud sigh. No, no way you were going to be stuck here for who-knows-how-long. You needed to get it together and just climb down. Like a normal person. 

You peeked around you, looking for any other branches you could use to climb down. But there were none—none that were within reach, that is, or that could hold your weight long enough for you to get to the next sturdy branch. Fuck, had that one branch really been the only one? Just your luck. Climbing up a tree was one thing, but climbing down? It was terrifying. 

Maybe you could call someone for help? But no, you realized with a curse, that wouldn’t work. You didn’t have your fucking phone. You slapped a hand against your face in agony and mentally shook your fist at your past self. Well, you never would’ve expected something like this to happen, so maybe you should cut past-you some slack. Still, you think this is a sign to start bringing your phone with you on your walks, technology-cleansing be damned. 

You slumped forward and resigned yourself to being stuck until you could call out to a passerby for help. There was bound to be someone walking the paths through the park—even though it was a rather… lonely place. It was only the afternoon, though. You could wait. 

…

You were going to die up here.

Forget the café, you grumbled to yourself as you wearily held your head in your hands. An hour had gone by with no one in sight and you were slowly losing hope with each minute that ticked by. You were going to need a strong ass drink after this. 

You sighed and reached above you to pick one of the honey-crisp apples innocently hanging from a branch. At least you wouldn’t go hungry while waiting. You glared down at the apple, its skin gleaming slightly with the golden sunlight that winked at you from the West. This is all your fault, you thought unhappily. You huffed and bit into the apple, the juicy sweetness of its flesh flooding your mouth and dribbling down your chin. You hoped those kids were enjoying their basket of apples. 

Actually, it tasted rather good. Crisp and honeyed—fitting for its name. You reached up to grab another apple and stuffed it into the pocket of your jacket. Might as well take one home. At least you’d gain something out of this venture. 

A movement caught your eye. You looked up from the apple in your hand and immediately spotted someone making their way down the path you’d been on not so long ago. It was a kid, from what you could see, holding a ball in her hand that she bounced occasionally. Your heart seemed to soar in hope. You swallowed the bite of the apple down so quickly that you nearly choked and raspily called out to her as loudly as you could. “Hey! Kid with the ball!” Your voice almost seemed to echo across the little field. 

She paused and looked around curiously. You tried again. “Over here! By the trees!”

Once she’d turned in your general direction, you waved your hands and—after realizing she wasn’t looking up—shook the nearest branch to you so that the leaves would flutter around with a rustle. It worked. She slowly approached, clutching onto her ball, until she was standing at the base of the apple tree and looking right up at you. “...Whatcha doin’ up there, stranger?” 

“I got stuck,” you confessed to her, the hand not holding onto your half-eaten apple gripping tightly onto the branch you were sitting on. You dared to feel just the brief twinges of relief. “Listen to me. Can you go get help? Any help, really. The fire department, a hero, a construction man with a ladder. I can’t get down and I’ve been up here for hours.” 

The kid cocked her head at you and blinked, her weight shifting onto one leg like she was waiting impatiently at a bus stop. “And what’s in it for me if I do?” 

What the— Were all kids like this? You tried not to let exasperation bleed into your voice. “Don’t you wanna be a hero or something? Please help me.” You were not above begging. 

“I wanna be a doctor,” she told you smartly instead. Good, great. Could she hurry up and go already? You were starting to lose feeling in your legs. 

Your teeth gritted together, but you let the frustration building up inside you fade away. She was just a kid; she didn’t truly know about your circumstances, though you’d practically spilled everything to her just a second ago. You licked at your lips and heaved a sigh. “Doctors are heroes too, you know,” you told her. She only looked expectantly up at you and you grumbled a little before reaching out to pick another apple. “Okay, fine. Catch.” 

You dropped the apple down. She caught it in a small hand and looked closely at it for what felt like a long time. She held up a finger. “One more.” 

This kid was really testing your patience. You rolled your eyes and grabbed another apple to drop down. She caught it again, and after a small nod to herself, started walking away. “Be back soon.” 

Oh thank god. You felt like crying from sheer relief. You watched her disappear down the path and slumped forward, bringing your apple up to your mouth so you could take another bite. And now to wait some more. You tried swinging your legs around a bit to regain some feeling back in them. Hopefully she wouldn’t leave you out to dry. You grumbled to yourself as you finished off your apple and chucked the core as far as you could out into the field—an oddly satisfying action. It’ll decompose eventually. 

You didn't know how much time passed as you waited for the kid to bring help. It was all a blur, honestly, broken up occasionally by you checking the watch on your wrist and not really processing the time on it. But eventually, as you found yourself boredly counting the number of fully green leaves on a branch to your left, you heard someone call up to you in a gruff voice. 

“Hey! You the dumbass who got stuck in a tree?”  

You looked down and made eye contact with what appeared to be a pro-hero. He had ruffled ash-blond hair that stuck up around the black mask over his eyes. Arms crossed over his chest as he glared up at you with glinting carmine eyes that reminded you of the apples surrounding you. A quick glance to the park’s path showed the kid with her ball, waving a hand at you before she disappeared out of your line of sight. 

Aw hell, you thought as you recognized the hero’s costume of orange, black, and green. She’d brought fucking Dynamight—a hero known for his short temper. What were the chances of something like that happening? He must’ve been on patrol in the area. 

“...What's it to ya?” you grumbled down at him, wishing you could conflagrate on the spot to avoid this embarrassing encounter. Just suck it up, you told yourself. You needed to get home, and the only way you were going to do that was by letting this hero get you down. Man, you’d really hit an all new low, hadn’t you?

“Right.” He scowled up at you and you wondered why he looked so angry. Maybe that was his default face. “I’ll jus’ leave, then, since ya don’t need my help—” 

“Wait no! Nonono!” you called out only just a little bit desperately as he made a move as though to turn around. “I’ve been stuck here for hours, man! If I don’t get down I think I might die.” 

Dynamight rolled his eyes and uncrossed his thick arms as he looked back up at you critically. “Yeah, yeah. Gimme a sec’.” 

You watched as he seemed to grumble to himself for a moment, then positioned his arms with his palms pointing towards the ground and tensed his legs. You blinked at him. Was he going to—

‘BOOOOM’

You yelped and nearly toppled right off your branch at the sudden explosion that erupted below you like a miniature volcano. Dynamight shot up into the air, a plume of smoke in his wake, and grabbed onto a branch that could support his weight. Then he set off another smaller explosion to propel himself up further, jumping from branch to branch until he finally landed next to you. Or rather, behind you, with the way you were sitting on your own branch. 

You twisted your head back to look at him. He hardly seemed out of breath, and you were a bit impressed at his parkour skills. “Uh. Hi.” 

“Shut it,” he groused. Without even a warning, he grabbed you around your torso. You yelped as he tucked you close to his body—the warmth that radiated from him that was a comfort in the chilly Autumn air, not that you’d admit that out loud—and promptly leapt off the branch. You had to swallow down a scream, your hands holding onto the singular arm wrapped tightly around your body for dear life as he used his other one to set off an explosion to offset his fall. 

You both landed on the ground with a gentle thump and he immediately let go of you so you could stumble forward. Sweet Earth, how I’ve missed you so. Your heart raced in your chest—from the jump or from his unrelenting grip, you would never know—your hands moving to brush your windswept hair away from your face. What the hell, he really didn’t hesitate. Could’ve grabbed you a bit gentler, though, you frowned as you rubbed your chest. You were probably going to bruise later.

You turned around to face him, fixing your rumpled clothes in the meanwhile. He was much taller than you now that you were both on the ground, all muscle and attitude as he glared at you like you’d just spat in his dinner. You paused. “...I was gonna say thanks, but you look like you wanna kill me.” 

“Don’t get stuck in a fuckin’ tree, then,” he snapped. You recoiled slightly at his words, then frowned up at him in offense. 

“Excuse me?” You placed your hands on your hips, incredulous with his behavior. “Like I had wanted to get stuck up there in the first place! For hours, might I add!” 

His jaw tensed like he was going to retort, but he scoffed instead and turned around to start storming over to the bricked path. “Whatever.” You gaped at his back and jogged after him. He was going in the same direction as you anyways, might as well figure out why he was being such a dick. Weren’t heroes supposed to be, you know, nice?

Though, you supposed you were dealing with Dynamight, after all. You’re not sure if he had a single nice bone in his body. 

“No! Not ‘Whatever’,” you mimicked his gruff voice as best as you could once you’d caught up to him and kept pace with his long strides. The thick soles of his boots stomped against the ground with each of his steps. He shot you an annoyed look out of the corner of his eyes, but didn’t say anything. “Who pissed in your bed? Huh?” 

You could practically hear his teeth gritting together before he responded. “Nunya business.”

Maybe it wasn’t, but it really didn’t excuse him treating you like this. “No, tell me why you’re being such an asshole right now. Aren’t heroes supposed to be not-assholes?” 

He turned his head to give you a withering glare with carmine eyes that appeared nearly aflame in the sun’s golden light. It almost made you regret pressing in the first place, but you had at least some self-respect, and you weren’t going to let this guy walk all over you like this. 

“‘M a fuckin’ hero, yeah,” he eventually hissed. “Supposed to be fightin’ villains ‘nd not dealing with dumbass extras who’ve gotten stuck in trees.” 

You huffed at his response. Okay, maybe—just maybe—you could see why he was so aggravated. Didn’t let him off the hook, though. “Okay, first of all, ouch. Second of all, you’re a hero because you’re supposed to help people.” He opened his mouth to snap back at you, but you were too quick and cut across him. “Whatever. Look. I’m sorry you didn’t expect to be spending your afternoon helping me out of a tree. I didn’t expect to spend it stuck up there either. I appreciate the help, for what it’s worth. You saved me from a very uncomfortable night.” Even if he was being the biggest dickhead on the planet right now. Maybe he had a rough day, who knew. You decided to be the bigger person about this whole… situation.

Dynamight stared at you for what felt like a long, long time. It made you realize that you’d both stopped by one of the entrances of the park, just outside of it along the desolate sidewalk. You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets as you waited for him to say something—anything, really—and almost startled when you felt the cool skin of the honey-crisp apple you’d picked come into contact with your fingers. You wrapped them around it. 

Eventually, he closed his eyes and let out a deep, deep sigh. Tension that you hadn’t realized was present along his shoulders seemed to melt away as they slumped slightly down. He sniffed and jutted his head out to the side slightly, sunlight painting smooth planes across his face and turning his hair into a pale blond in a way that was honestly pretty gorgeous. You’d take that admission to your grave. 

“...Yeah.” And then he added a mumbled “Sorry” under his breath that you figured was the best you were going to get at the moment. He didn’t seem like someone who apologized often, from what you knew about him. “Rough day.” 

“I figured,” you said lightly. Then, you brought your hand out of your jacket and grabbed his own gloved one to place the apple you had within his palm. You patted it gently. “Here. As a thank you.” Then, after just a quick moment of hesitation, you added, “Hope all goes well for you.” 

And with a small nod at him, you turned around and started to make your way back home, hands in your pockets and an eagerness to your steps at the prospect of getting to rest after what felt like a very long day. 

Dynamight stood there, at the entrance of the park, and looked down at the small apple within his hand after he stared at your retreating back for a few moments. His lips twitched for a slight second and he turned to head down the street in the opposite direction as you, his hand bringing the apple up to his mouth so he could bite into it with a crisp, sweet crunch.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Domestic Bliss Masterlist

A love that grows (ao3) - krissyxlove

Summary: Prompt: Dan and Phil with a daughter.

a thousand words (ao3) - marina_rocher

Summary: Looking at Dan through the lens of Phil's camera is its own form of art.

baby blue and bubblegum pink (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Dan paints his nails. Phil wants to try it.

easy for you to say (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil tries to convince Dan to throw away the grey shirt. Dan can’t do it.

Five Times Dan Got Jealous… (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze

Summary:  …And the one time jealousy was the last thing on his mind, ft. collabs, puppies, misunderstandings, unbuttoned shirts, twitter selfies, and a happily ever after. Enjoy!

food fight (ao3) - MiniGoose

Summary: A lazy morning that involves pajamas, food fights, and sticky kisses.

Forever (Can Never Be Long Enough) (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil wakes up on the morning of his 33rd birthday with sleepy cuddles. He and Dan make plans to make plans.

home remedies (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: Dan fixes the haircut phil gave himself

i'm half doomed and you're semi sweet (ao3) - dolcedeath

Summary: “Does it sound pathetic if I say I missed you?” Dan murmurs into his skin, his hands flirting with the hem of Phil’s shirt and pushing it up his back.

“Not anymore than usual.” Phil teases, running a hand through Dan’s hair and tilting his chin up with the other. Dan kind of looks like he wants to slap him across the face, but he brings their lips together and feels Dan melt against him. He grins into it, feeling triumphant.

“Say you missed me back.” Dan pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest and falling back on the bed petulantly.

Just Need A Light (ao3) - dandrogynous

Summary: “Cuddle me,” Phil says. Sleepy, petulant, drunk. Dan loves him. “Cuddle me, let's get drunk, stay longer in Florida or I’ll miss you,” he teases as he pulls his shirt up over his head. “You are so needy.” Phil makes a face at him without opening his eyes.

Let Go Of The Reins (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan did not want to go home to his parents’ house the summer after his first year of studying law - which he was failing at - so when a friend suggested a simple job that would keep him busy for three months and give him a place to live, he couldn’t say no. Granted, shovelling horse shit wasn’t glamorous and he was afraid of horses, but the Lester Stables had other things going for it.

Phil was newly graduated with a video editing degree and moving home to his parents’ horse stables, even if he still would not get back on the horse since what happened earlier in the year. He had a complicated relationship with horses to begin with and he had decided he was done riding. When the new stablehand help arrives, Phil finds himself going out to the stables more often despite trying to stay away.

Letting Someone in Can Change Your Life (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: “Fine. I will let you in. But I am not buzzing you in I'm coming down. And bringing my phone and a weapon.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Dan shoved his phone in the pocket of his hoodie and grabbed the tennis racquet he had by his front door for protection. Once downstairs he looked out to see one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. He very much regretted not putting on actual clothes. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to smooth out the unruly curls he knew were there from his shower. He pushed open the door and the man smiled, his bright blue eyes flashing.

“Thank you so much! I thought I was going to be locked out all night!” He said, shaking the rain off of himself as best he could while clutching a soggy pink bakery box. “I’m frozen. Sorry, uh my name is Phil. I live in 301.”

“Dan, 503.” Dan said as he followed Phil up the stairs. “So when did you move in? I haven’t seen you before.”

Of Dogs and Disobedience (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: The five times they tried to have rules for their dog, and the one time they gave up.

Pressing Business (ao3) - TeddyAsInLupin (Medliwaith)

Summary: Dan and Phil iron some clothes as they pack last-minute. Banter occurs.

soft silence / softer lips (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: A short, simple and self indulgent one shot in which Dan and Phil enjoy a lazy summer morning.

But Dan quietly reflects on how he can never hear his lover laugh, moan or cry, and Phil wonders how he stumbled upon such a beautiful person.

The city is so loud (but you drown out all the noise) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil's pack might have kicked him out for mating with a human, but his love for Dan was much stronger than anything he'd ever experienced before. It wasn't easy to adjust to living with Dan in his - now their - small flat in London, but Phil would do it again in a heartbeat. With Dan by his side, Phil was sure he could get used to all the weird things humans did.

The Perfect Pizza (ao3) - sakurainrain

Summary: "This is the ultimate pizza order. Okay. We have decided this over years, and we always get this because it's the best thing."

A fic in which Dan and Phil decide what it takes to make this ultimate pizza order.

your love is my turning page (ao3) - buggieb

Summary: the one where dan and phil get a dog

[gallavichgeek]

Fic Writer Interview

Okay I finally filled this out. Thank you @suzy-queued and @ms-moonlight-inn for the tag.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

Good old 49….hmm I wonder what lucky number 50 could be 🤔

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 771,726 👀

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Saving Grace (Which is now a published novel)

His Name was, Slave

The Ian to Mickey’s Cal

South Side Forever - this one surprised me

Sex Tape

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

All the time. I could easily leave an essay for a reply 🙈

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Two Kisses.

And to be fair I told everyone how angsty it is and they all told me to post it on A03 (I did a poll) and well, I guess they weren’t expected THAT.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Everything I write, besides Two Kisses, has a HE, the HAPPIEST, hmmm it would have to be either Hope or His Name was, Slave. Purely because they both have the boys going through a lot to get that happily ever after.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. Not sure if I would.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Have I ever 🤣 I just laugh because the hate is mostly idiot trolls or immature readers that didn’t understand what I was writing or read the tags.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do I ever 😈😈 , I once wrote a fic where Mickey f*cks himself with his own d*ck sooo, not much is off limits. (Except 3 ways/orgies. No go!)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I’ve had a few of my “fill in” s11 fics.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

With the wonderful @ms-moonlight-inn on our fic When You Call Unexpected

And I co-wrote The Ian to Mickey’s Cal, though the sequel I wrote by myself.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh I will. I have two sitting away that I know I’ll eventually post.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told many times that my writing is like watching a movie.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Taking a small idea and making it much larger than it needs to be.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Don’t think I could trust myself to know it was accurate.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Gallavich!

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Nothing has resonated with me the way Gallavich has so no other ship has inspired me enough to want to write it.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

That’s like asking someone to pick their favourite child. Or saying Cameron or Noel.

Hope has a very special place in my heart.

Obviously “When You Call Unexpected” for collab work

And I’m pretty proud of all the smut I wrote in OnlyFans

[sensitively-taken]

“Because sometimes you need to have nightmares to appreciate the dreams.”

– Jay McLean

HAPPILY NEVER AFTER — MASTERLIST

 welcome ! this is the masterlist for a halloween & fantasy collab co-hosted by athena, @soobisms and rin, (formerly @karsohn, now @svhnflwr)!! :)

| theme :: fractured fairytales and horror. endings do not always end with “always and forever” and most definitely not without at least any kind of dark truth. our writers took your favourite fairytales, tall stories, and fables and twisted them into tales you’d never want to listen to as a bedtime story! ✧

— NCT DREAM

LET DOWN YOUR HAIR by @fae-renjun

pairing. flynn rider!jisung x fem!rapunzel!reader genre. rapunzel!au, dark-ish!au warnings. swords, dark magic, princesses kidnapped and kept in towers, reader and jisung kill lots of ppl together word count. 2.4k+

— TXT

ASHEN by @writingmochi

pairing. beomgyu x fem!reader synopsis. a girl, a folktale, a boy, and a shifting reality genre. psychological horror, folktale retelling (based on folk tale cinderella with inspirations from video game omori (2020) and movie everything everywhere all at once (2022)), thriller, slow burn, drama, historical au, nobility au, regency au, medieval au, rich kid au, fantasy au, angst, fluff, a bit comedic in some parts warnings. unreality! (be very careful!!),child negligence, anxiety-inducing, mental breakdown, discrimination, suffocation (warning for claustrophobics !) implicit violence (no detail), a bit of suicidal tendency, a tiny bit suggestive, will be very meta in some parts, fast pace flow that might give you whiplash, unique stylistic choices (ever-changing typeface fonts and colors), slow first act word count. 18.7k

PRETTY LITTLE MONSTER by @dat-town

pairing. hunter!taehyun x fem!oc synopsis. what makes a monster? what if you're one, too? genre. supernatural au, bits of horror, based on the Korean folk tale 'the fox sister' warnings. lots of mentions of blood, murder, cannibalism (as in eating human liver), character death, emotional manipulation, ambiguous ending word count. 5.2k

copyright 2022-2023 soobisms & karsohn, all rights reserved.

[bluestar22x]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Got tagged by @goodwithcheese by proxy [kinda]. ;)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?: I have 35 works on AO3. 28 on fanfiction.net. Some fics are reposts from the latter. I have 31 fanfics on tumblr, 29 of them being Pedro character fics. AO3 is just my back up for these fics (I have to load more on AO3 soon; it's missing some fics).

2. What's your total AO3 word count?: 162,722 - I'm not shocked. Most of that probably comes from like 3 or 4 of my fanfics.

3. What fandoms do you write for?: The Pedro fandom, though I've written for Supernatural (CW), 911 Lone Star, 12 Monkeys (Syfy), and Dominion (Syfy) in the past.

4. Top five fics by kudos

The Outcast with 56

The Journey with 49

A Bad Fall and Colors with 42

Sweet Summer and Visitation Rights with 37

One Night with 36

It's funny what hits on there compared to here on tumblr (Sweet Summer is my #1 fic on here). It's a little different (Joel is popular in every universe though).

I didn't link to AO3 because that's just my secondary fanfic dump. I rarely visit it. I'm on tumblr every day.

5. Do you respond to comments?: Yes, they're usually very simple cause I don't often know what to say to "this was so good!" but I always try to comment on every single one because they made an effort and I have the time to do it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?: Definitely my latest fic Betrayal. I don't write unhappy endings often (I never do), but when I do it's for a writing challenge. Otherwise, there's also Weary that ends bittersweet.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?: This is impossible cause I am such a happily ever after person. The Outcast certainly in the traditional sense (Pero finding love and a home). But there's also The Rockford Files which starts with Tim having a angsty background but puts that to rest at the end (and he also finds love). My Sweet Summer Series and Second Chances Series are also both happy endings. Baby Fever too. For one shots maybe any of my Frankie fanfics. I also really like in canon happy endings so I have fics like The Tree which could fit into TLOU canon (but in my version lots of game 2/season 2 plots never happen).

8. Do you get hate on fics?: Not yet. Guess I'm not popular enough for them to pay attention to me. Quite frankly, I'm insulted I get ignored by the trolls. :P

9. Do you write smut?: Yep. Definitely. It's a requirement for all my romantic fics that are multi-chaptered. I like my smut even though writing them takes forever, especially since I'm still trying to not repeat myself even after so many fics (always trying to change up the words/terms I use, positions, etc.). I do still have fluff fics and angst fics that don't have it, but they're short fics so I don't need the spice to keep my short attention span focused.

10. Craziest crossover: I don't write crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?: I don't think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?: No. Maybe? I think someone once asked if they could translate one of my SPN fics to Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?: No. I wouldn't want to collab. I don't even like writing with myself sometimes. And I think my style of writing is way too different from others for it to all blend well. Most importantly, I like having full creative control of my fics.

Sometimes I wish I had a ghost writer though. lol

14. All time favorite ship?: Too many. And too many were not together at the end (chose different people/one died). :( Uh...Oh! Melinda/Jim on Ghost Whisperer! That's got to be my favorite couple! Jim is the perfect husband. If any guys need an example for being a great husband...Jim. Jim is a great one.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?: I plan on finishing all my WIPs. Whether I have the time for them all is the question but I don't have one where I'm like: as if that'll happen. I am pretty sure given enough time I'll get to them all.

16. What are your writing strengths?: I always have a hard time finding the answer to this. Having a clear sight of where I want to go? What I want to write, I guess? I'm not bad with convo I guess. I think my smut is pretty well written if not a little on the mechanical side (I need to work on explaining what they're feeling vs. what they're doing.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?: I'd say details. Sure I can explain how something or someone looks but it's like "the mountain was massive" and not all poetic or anything. I try. If I never get there, well, that's why I write fanfics and not books. I'm not going to sweat it.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?: I don't mind sprinkling it in, but I don't know any languages besides English, at least not really. You'd think having French in school and watching Narcos with all that Spanish I'd pick up more than a few words but...nope.

19. First fandom you wrote in?: Supernatural. My first official fic was in 2010 but I had one or two I wrote on a Microsoft word doc before that that never saw the light of day.

20. Favorite fic you've written?: I'd say The Outcast. It was one of those fics that came out of nowhere but sometimes those are the best ones. I loved writing for the characters and writing about nature and the horses, etc. Plus it was fun making winter a stage for new beginnings.

x

Everyone seeing this who is a writer, I tag you. (If you want to talk about your fics, go right ahead!) Also @solanumofthestars and @trulybetty

x

P.S. this is why Jim's amazing:

[hanmine]

✿ [ 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ] 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍).

for @myakkun ‘s happily ever after & forevers collab

notes: pregnant! reader / afab! reader

draken hates the pregnancy pillow.

he hates it with a passion that burns throughout depths so deep, he’s unsure how he’s put up with it for so long. and by so long, it’s really only been a few days, but your bed doesn’t really allow much room for him with the giant pillow, therefore he’s stuck in the guest room.

and he hates it. he wants to hold you in his arms and feel your warmth, he wants to kiss your lips goodnight as your eyes close slowly, he wants to rub your belly and feel your baby kick, and he wants to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—but mostly, he really just wants to be there, just so he can make sure himself that you’re okay.

because that’s his job, and this is his family. his. he’s never had one—not like this anyway. it’s the homely kind where he gets to come to a house and listen to sock-clad feet run to him, the kind where saturdays are reserved for movies and dinners and evening strolls in the park. he’s always wanted one, and he’s so, so close to making it a reality. but the tiniest part of his brain in the far back corner whispers that it’s all too good to be true.

and he wants nothing more than for it to be true, and he wants to be there to watch over you so he can make sure of it, but the damned pillow coming in the way makes that a tad bit difficult.

“goodnight, kenny,” you murmur, settling into bed against the large cushion. “see you in the morning.” draken fights the urge to toss it out the window, lips curling into a tiny pout as he eyes the cramped bit of free space beside you.

“ah...i think...i think i’ll stay in here tonight,” he mumbles. “it’s cold in that room.” frowning, you tilt your head in confusion.

“cold? isn’t that room usually warmer than—”

“well, i hate it in there,” he blurts. and he almost kicks himself, instantly regretting the words when he sees the look on your face. you’re too good for this world, too good for him, too good to be staring at him with guilt in your eyes.

“do you want me to get rid of the pillow?” you ask quietly, and to his dismay, he hears you sniffle. panic sets in.

“n-no! baby, of course not. if it helps you sleep better, that’s all i care about. you’re carrying my baby, after all. don’t...don’t worry your pretty little head over—”

“why didn’t you tell me? now i feel awful,” you say with teary eyes. his own eyes widen, and he stares at you, unsure of how to fix what he’s started. your lips wobble slightly, and his composure cracks a little.

“‘s not on you, babe, i—”

“i’m...i’m the worst aren’t i?” you pout, voice cracking as you stare at him sadly, “just so selfish. you can’t sleep in our bed cause of me.” and he knows this isn’t really you speaking, he knows your emotions are a bit out of tune right now, but he can’t help but take even the smallest of your woes seriously.

“no,” he sighs. “no, of course not. you’re the best,” he says gently, sitting beside you and cupping your face with his large hand, rubbing over your cheek with his thumb. “you’re an angel. carrying our baby, lookin’ all pretty, still taking care of me when you should be relaxing,” he murmurs. “you’re perfect.”

“best you ever had?” you sniffle hopefully. he chuckles, nodding.

“best of the best.”

“so that means you’ve had plenty before me, huh?” you raise a brow, and he sighs, preparing himself to stay calm as your mood shifts. but he thinks he likes you this way, pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy—because you’re pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy and his.

“i knew that i wanted to see you round and pregnant with my child the moment i laid eyes on you,” he nods with faux seriousness, “never felt that with anyone else.” you giggle, rolling your eyes, and even though he chuckles, he sags slightly in relief.

“that’s perverted ken,” you snort.

“no, it’s dedicated,” he grins. and his hand lays gently over your bump, rubbing soft circles over it as he stares down admiringly.

draken’s never been soft. he’s rough around the edges, and sometimes he says things rather tersely, but he’s love. in its rawest form, he is love. it’s his nature to care, and the annoying texts he sends constantly to check if you’ve drunk enough water, and the stupid way his hand hovers over corners of tables when you approach even if you’re a few feet away, and the way he sleeps in the hellish empty little guest room just so you can be comfortable are all ways he proves that through and through, draken is love.

he’s your love, and he loves you.

“would you like to spend the night in here? with me?” you ask.

“i think you mean us,” he corrects. “my little man is here too,” he leans down, pressing a delicate kiss to your belly.

“it could be your little girl,” you point out with a roll of your eyes. “but fine, would you like to join us in bed tonight?”

“what about your pillow? ya don’t need it?” he asks hesitantly. you shake your head, smiling gently as you sit up and set it down on the floor.

“not if you hold me,” you murmur.

“well, if you insist,” he hums happily, instantly crawling into bed beside you, “could never deny you.” you roll your eyes, chuckling quietly, and he chuckles too. and soon, you’re both laughing in synch—happy and together and ready for the grueling realities of parenthood. he holds you in his arms, kisses your lips, and rubs a hand over your belly to feel your baby kick, ready to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—just like he’s been wanting to. “and by the way, i’m definitely having a little man.”

a/n: i am two hours late to submitting BUT technically this is my second submission, & my first was the first in the whole collab

[smolla-than-a-bug]

core memories

sano shinichiro x reader

for @myakkun’s event !

shinichiro has a secret, and with a friendship where a childhood pact bound you to walking through all bouts of life together, will it be one he can keep from you?

navi | tokrev m.list | event m.list

content — fem!reader, fluff (shinichiro is so sappy i could cry), past! childhood friends to lovers, established relationship, non canon compliant

notes — 2.9k wc. this came so late im so sorry hjsdhjsk i missed writing for shinichiro <3

Shinichiro swore to himself he would keep it quiet. He'd zip his slender fingers across lip, lock it, and flick away the invisible key, never to look in that direction again. Ask him anything, and he knows nothing. Absolutely nobody—not a single soul—can know, or it would take a neck-breaking swing at what dignity he has left.

See, Sano Shinichiro owns a diary. He writes in this slightly aged notebook he bought some time ago but never really found any use for until now, and he’s quite proud of the number of pages, back to back, he’s been able to fill up over the years. But who even keeps a diary anymore? What teenage boy logs the exact date and time on the corner of a blank page and fills it up with his raging thoughts about happenings throughout his day, only to leave it vulnerable in his desk drawer for any creepers to snoop on? Shinichiro doesn’t know anyone who would willingly admit to owning a personal diary, and perhaps it was for the exact same reason in his mind for not telling anyone about his: To lessen the chances of curious folk to read it without his permission. God forbid his own friends and siblings—them especially—find out about it; he’s sure they wouldn’t let up until they’ve read each and every page, and what is a diary if not the biggest piece of blackmail for anyone to have against him?

What started out as an impulse decision to silently scream at inanimate objects through ink on paper quickly became a routine for Shinichiro whenever he felt he needed an outlet. At the end of the day, after putting his siblings to bed and bidding grandpa goodnight, he’d hole himself in the room, sure to click the lock and shut the lights off so his family is convinced he’s off to bed, before quietly pulling the chair at his desk. An open notebook and a pen sit in front of him, and an old desk lamp serves as the single companion to his unrestrained mind.

What started out as an impulse decision to silently scream at inanimate objects through ink on paper quickly became a routine for Shinichiro whenever he felt he needed an outlet. At the end of the day, after putting his siblings to bed and bidding grandpa goodnight, he’d hole himself in the room, sure to click the lock and shut the lights off so his family is convinced he’s off to bed, before quietly pulling the chair at his desk. An open notebook and a pen sit in front of him, and an old desk lamp serves as the single companion to his unrestrained mind.

Despite the dust collecting in the old lamp’s crevices, the nearly rubbed-off paint of the on/off switch, and the dimming lightbulb (Shinichiro notes that he should probably replace it soon, though he knows he’ll most likely wind up pushing the task back until the bulb dies out completely.), it seemed to be a sort of guiding light for the jumbled mess that is Shinichiro’s brain. It would watch over him as he’d scribble everything that came to mind, hunched over the table, and when he was feeling lost or conflicted, a long and hard stare at the lamp would be enough for him to clear his mind and take each train of thought one section at a time.

He never felt the need to hide his chicken scratched words with his arm before he'd finish jotting down everything he needed to get out of his system, entirely comfortable expressing himself in his own space. He'd finish in the wee early hours of the morning, and he'd look at the lamp as though it had given him a smile of approval or a pat on the back. "Tomorrow again," it seemed to say, before he'd switch it off and pass out beneath the covers.

It all began on the infamous Night To Remember that every high schooler looks forward to. While everyone in his grade was probably already undergoing the traditional pre-prom photoshoot at that exact hour, courtesy of overexcited parents, Shinichiro remained seated at the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees and hands clasped together, in the middle of a serious conversation with a nick in his wall about whether or not he should still bother putting on the only nice suit he had laid out on his bed right beside him.

He'd been too late to pop the question. Someone other than himself had beaten him to the punch, and it left him questioning whether or not it was still worth it to even attend the event if he wouldn't be with you. His best friend.

His one and only.

A knock on the door interrupted the heating debate between him and his wall. "Leave now or you'll be late," came his grandpa's voice from the other side. Then, the sound of footfalls faded into silence once again.

He was right. Hours had passed and Shinichiro hadn't moved an inch from his position. The most he'd done in all that time was silently argue with his wall about why he should just hide under his blanket and watch sad romance movies whose endings make you sob into an empty tub of ice cream. The damned wall wouldn't let up though, because it brought up a very good piece of evidence that deteriorated Shinichiro's entire will to fight.

You're going, right? I can't go alone, you have to be there with me!, is what you had told him. Shinichiro reminded you that you'd be the farthest thing from alone, but you gave him a look. It's one that says 'I can't do this without you,' and he knows exactly what you meant, having expressed the same sentiment many times before but in very different context.

Your date ended up ditching you for your friend that night, which was really annoying because he saw how excited you were. He was there to see how happy you were to have experienced being asked, but your date wound up breaking your heart—you deserved better than that. He did what any rational person would do; he punched him. He punched the goddamn asshole that decided to walk over you without a second thought, knowing full well that the other guy was much bigger and much stronger than he was. Then, the present chaperones who witnessed the scene had Shinichiro escorted out.

You accompanied him, claiming you didn’t even want to be there anymore. Your night was ruined before it had even begun, but Shinichiro couldn’t let you end the night like that. Not when you were looking forward to it so much. So, he sat you on the back of his bike and drove you out to the nearest pier, where he knew there was a carnival still set up. He tried not to focus on how comfortable he felt with your arms wound around his waist. He tried not to focus on how natural it felt letting you intertwine your fingers, pulling him around the carnival to whatever attraction caught your eye.

When he got home that night, he had the most wispy smile. It didn’t dare leave his face until he flopped on his bed, still dreaming of your touch. Only when he began recounting the events of the night, reliving every single moment of it, did he become overwhelmed with emotions once again, and he didn’t know what to do with himself. He shot out of bed, pacing the floor with an uncontrollable grin plastered on his face, feeling every part of himself wanting to scream, but he couldn’t wake everyone up unless he wanted to get chased out of his own home. Thus began his pre-bedtime ritual of condensing his feelings into words and preserving them within the lines of his well-loved notebook.

Now at 27 years of age, Sano Shinichiro struggles to find someplace he can keep such a cherished item. He walks around the faintly lit room looking for a potential spot, avoiding all the untouched boxes with the notebook pinned under his arm. He needs it somewhere easily accessible, somewhere not too obvious, somewhere—

He glances over at the bed, where you’re seated against the headboard, favorite book in hand. The sight makes him stop in his place. What was he trying to hide himself from this time? You’re not his grandpa, you’re not Mikey or Emma, or just anyone. You’re you—Shinichiro’s best friend, someone he believes to be his very own soulmate. (Call him childish for believing in the concept of fated love, but he takes it in stride, knowing the one for him would only ever be you.) During times like these, he’s reminded that marrying you had been the best decision he’d ever made, granted you hadn’t been married long.

The first few days of your marriage had been spent moving into your new shared home, and in the dimness of your shared bedroom, where Shinichiro had previously been looking for someplace secret to stash his old diary, he quickly realizes that his safest bet would be you. His legs carry him to the bed before he can even think about what he’s doing. Before he knows it, he’s already seated smack in the middle of the mattress, facing you with criss crossed legs.

It doesn’t take much for you to acknowledge his presence, but it does take you a moment to process his odd behavior. Your gaze flits over to him, eyes narrowing as you bookmark the last page with your finger. “What are you doing?”

Shinichiro grins. The old notebook he pulls from beneath his arm catches your attention. Its wrinkled pages and obviously worn cover make it look out of place within the newly bought furniture of your home.

“Is this the part where you tell me you’re secretly working to overthrow the government and that that notebook contains all the secrets of the president? You look very suspicious right now, I hope you know that.”

Your husband rolls his eyes, shoving you lightly. “No, idiot…” This is entirely serious. I’m about to pour my entire heart and soul out to you.

Sensing his mood, you turn to put away your book on the nightstand before crawling in front of him, mirroring the way he sits. You don’t force him to get on with it—you never do. You’ve always seemed to trust him to do things in his own time, especially when it’s something that requires a lot of courage out of him. There you sit before him, silently nodding for him to continue. To you, it’s probably just your way of encouraging him, but to him, it’s also how you say that he can trust you. He’s safe with you. A reminder of a pact you’d once committed to as kids that whatever it is, you’d get through it together. So, with his fingers reaching out to intertwine it with yours, he relishes in the familiar feeling of your hand squeezing his.

Quietly, Shinichiro asks, “Do you remember our high school prom?”

He chuckles when you grimace.

Lifting up the notebook, he shows you both sides of the cover. It’s faux leather wrapping is already peeling, and he’ll have to dust it off your covers later on. “I’ve written in this notebook for about ten years now—each entry about you.” He pauses to gauge your reaction, and he feels the tips of his ears heat up. “Earlier, I was looking for a place I could hide it, but then… it suddenly hit me. What’s the point? What good would it do me to hide all the feelings I store for you when you already know I have them? And… I know you said it was okay that I couldn’t give you a gift after our wedding, but maybe this,” he gently places the heavy notebook in your lap, “will do for now.” His clammy fingers begin fiddling with yours, all previous confidence melting away the longer you stare at it. “I know it’s not much, but I was hoping that—”

“Why?”

Shinichiro had to make sure he heard you right. “Well…” He didn’t know what to make of your reaction (or rather, the lack thereof), but when you squeeze his hand again, he looks between you and the notebook in his other hand before continuing. “I never had anyone to talk about you to. I couldn’t get through the house without Mikey saying we were gross and Emma fighting him off about it, and my friends would only ever make fun of me or stop paying attention completely,” he huffs. “I know they mean well, but I had a lot of feelings and didn’t know what to do with myself. Next thing I know, I had a full rant inscribed on a whole page.

“It started on prom night, then the day after when we made fun of your date with a bandage on his nose, then the day I confessed to you, the day I became yours and you became mine, our first anniversary… There were a lot of days when I would just randomly think about you too, and I don’t know, I always felt the need to preserve those thoughts of you so I wrote them down.” He chuckled. “Really, the only important day I’m missing is our wedding day. Since we share a home now, I haven’t had the chance to write on my own.”

You paused Shinichiro by tugging on his hand, leading him to lay on the bed with you before urging him to continue speaking.

He held you close, tucking your head under his chin. “Anyway,” he feels the weight of his notebook where your hand normally places itself on his chest when you cuddle like this. “Would you like to know what I would have written on our wedding day?” He feels you nod against him. “Okay. Dear diary,” he laughs when you snort. “Is it normal to not feel nervous at all? Most people I know get all scared about getting married, not wanting to ruin such a big day or whatever, but me? I just wanted to go home with Y/N.”

Your arms tighten around him.

“I hadn’t seen her all day. I think that might’ve been the loneliest I’ve been since she was way too busy with preparations, and her mom didn’t even let me see her in the bride’s room. Tradition or something, I don’t know.

“When I finally saw her at the end of the aisle though… God. Wow. I have no words. Just thinking about it now is like living through it all over again. I wish I could relive that feeling. After a whole day without contact, and that’s how we meet again? I immediately started sobbing, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Sure, everyone in the church laughed at me, but damn. I really didn’t care what they thought. All I could think in that moment was: How in the hell did I end up as the luckiest man in the universe?”

Staring and talking to his ceiling as though you weren’t even listening made him ramble on and on. Neither of you took note of the time. Only god knows how long you two laid there, you just listening to him talk and talk, preserving all his thoughts in your memory.

He went on about how emotional he was meeting you down the aisle. He described every feeling that washed over him as he said his vows, what he felt listening to yours. He was a whole mess in that church, and he did not shy away from detailing every little reason for it, unashamed that he’s talking about you to you. Somehow, you need to know the extent of his affections for you, and he knows his words won’t do him justice but he hopes you get the message. After the ceremony came the reception, where he was more than ecstatic to experience more firsts with you—first dance as a married couple, first meal, first drink… the list goes on. The reception was also where more tears were shed throughout heartfelt speeches from your loved ones. He wishes grandpa were there to see him; he knows he’d be proud of where he is now. He recounted every single second of the ceremony and reception with the biggest smile on his face, it was as though he could never get tired of talking.

It’s only when he feels a growing patch of wetness on his shirt that he pauses his own speech, looking down to see you attempting to muffle the sound of your sobs with a hand over your mouth. Shinichiro pulls you up with him, wrapping his long arms around you, which you return before fully letting your tears run. “I love you… so much,” you cry into him.

He kisses the top of your head once, twice, then a third time. “I love you more.”

“I don’t deserve you,” you hug him tighter, but he clicks his tongue, pulling you back to soothingly wipe away the tears from your cheeks. “You’re way too good for me.”

“And yet we married, did we not?” He raises his brow before playfully sneaking a kiss from you. “I’ve only ever wanted you, and now that I finally have you, let me prove to you that you’re worth keeping. I can keep this on forever, if you’ll have me.”

He should do this more often, Shinichiro thinks as you launch yourself to kiss him fully. It’s a different feeling than writing it down in his diary for himself to keep. Now, it’s a memory you both share—one you both will look back on later in life, and maybe one you might recount to your children, maybe even to your children’s children. He will never know for sure, but he gets the feeling that your story will be preserved within your family for a long time.

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[myakkun]

HAPPILY EVER AFTERS & FOREVERS

# what is it?

happily ever afters & forevers is a tokyo revengers collab centered around happy endings and the sweet lives that these characters deserve. it’s fluffy and mushy and everything in between, all of what you dream your lives together could be and what the future holds.

# what classifies?

anything revolving around happy endings! marriage, kids, just loving each other or growing old, whatever the case may be! chances are if it’s fluffy, you’re good to go.

# how do i join?

just send me an ask with the character you want to write for and i’ll add you to the contributor list. characters can be chosen more than once so don’t worry if someone has already picked the one you want. i do ask that you please reblog this post after joining to spread it, thank you!

# the deadline?

the deadline is november 30th but you can post before or after that if necessary! it’s not a set deadline so don’t feel pressured at all <3 when posting, please tag me and/or use the tag #happily ever afters & forevers collab !!

# contributors list:

@myakkun | haitani rindou

@myakkun | ryuguji ken

@hanmine | hanma shuji - bleach

@hanmine | ryuguji ken - guest room

@manojiro | sano manjiro

@lovemeian | ryuguji ken

@takoishim | sano manjiro - silver bands

@duckiichan | hanemiya kazutora

@falling-through-pages | mitsuya takashi - baby, oh baby

@imauwa | shiba yazuha

@smolla-than-a-bug | sano shinichiro

@sunhee-sun | mitsuya takashi & ryuguji ken

@vifuyu | matsuno chifuyu

@ushisrever | sano manjiro - love paint

@bokuroskitten | ryuguji ken

@manjiken | sanzu haruchiyo

@honeyspalette | hanemiya kazutora

@seishuniverse | kawata souya

@mikeysbaby | haitani ran

@sanophile | sano manjiro

[ushisrever]

Love Paint

Pair: sano manjiro x reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.06k 

Summary: You came to him like a soft breeze of the morning day, and he can never be more happy in his entire life. 

A/n: Yay! Finished another collab! This is my first time creating a fic for tokyo revengers.  I’m new with tokyo revengers, but writing this made me so soft. I love it.  It lowkey like a self-indulgent hahaha.  This is my piece for @myakkun​ happily ever afters and forevers collab.  Hope you guys like it! 

Taglist: @sunarent @sunarinnie @apricitobio @crystal-lilac @amarinthe @moontxz @kenmakozumeswifey  

There are so many things Mikey could ever expect in his life.  Though, he never expects you.  It sounds so cliche, but it's true.  However, you never came like a crash that came unexpectedly.  You are like the wind that caressed his skin.  A food that made him full, sleepy, and satisfied.  A song that lulls him to the most relaxing state.  You don't even know it.  You've had him on your fingertips the first time you two met.  Or rather...the second time you two met.  The first time was quite a chaotic one when you found him injured and you two were stuck...in a drug store (that seems to be a coincidence).  

Though, meeting you...he was all yours.  You don't seem to get this though.  Therefore, he does everything to show his devotion to you.  He gave you flowers.  He took you out on dates. He does everything by the book, but then those didn't work.  It took awhile before he realizes that all you need is someone to spend time with and just talk.  It made sense.  You never wanted spontaneous things.  You just want relaxing moments with someone.  You indeed are like the most beautiful flower blooming in the most beautiful and relaxing weather.  

It took years before you two arrived at what you have today.  A married couple.  Mikey can never express how much he loves this life with you.  It's simple, but meaningful.  You have no idea how much he was thankful for meeting you in that dreaded drug store.  In fact, he may have thanked those bastards that were responsible for his injuries.  If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be able to have sweet goodnights with you (that may also be spicy beforehand).  He wouldn't be able to taste your delicious pastries you always make him whenever he's stressed.  He wouldn't have the late night movie watching with you. 

He would actually want to wake up with you beside him, but then there are always flaws in every perfect life.  Though, that's fine.  He always loves a much different image of a morning with you.  

Often, he'll wake up at the feeling of the empty space beside him.  Before, this will be around 7 am when he notices that you're not beside him anymore.  These past four months, it'll be as late as 6 am when he notices the empty space. 

As he finds once more the empty space beside him, he immediately gets up from the bed.  He brushes his teeth first (since you've been sensitive to smell recently), before he then walks out of the bedroom.  

He doesn't have to look for you around the house.  There is only one place you'll be.  Your art studio.  When Mikey learned that you have this massive love for painting (when you two are still dating), he never hesitated on making sure you have your own studio in your shared home.  

The door to your studio was already wide open when he arrived.  He then looks inside and he swears he just falls for your beauty more and more.  Everyday for years, you just become beautiful in his eyes. 

In the studio, you stand in front of a canvas placed on a stand.  You're wearing an oversized shirt (his shirt) and shirt.  You hold an artist palette on one hand and a brush on the other.  There is paint on your fingertips and some on the shirt as well.  Your hair is bonded up as you focus on the new project you've been working on.  You turn to the side to get some paint and he couldn't help smiling more. 

You sure are beautiful and radiant even with a small bump.  A four month bump that will lead you two to a new chapter. 

"Up early again?" He said as he came closer to you.  You look at him with a smile. 

"Yup.  The little one kept kicking my bladder," you chuckled as you went back to painting. 

He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you on the shoulder. 

"That's not good," he chuckles.  

"You should go back to sleep, Mikey," you tell him. 

"And miss this radiant...beautiful image of you painting?  No way," he puts his palms on your bump. 

"Cheesy," you replied. 

"But you like it," he kisses your shoulder once more.

You put down the brush and palette on the table and turn to him.  Your hands travel from his chest to his neck and cup his cheeks. 

"But you know what I like and miss as well?" 

He tilts his head and looks at you in anticipation.  You smirk and lean forward.  He expects that you'll land your lips on his lips.  Instead of the lips, you place a soft kiss on his cheeks then pull away. 

He pouts and frowns.  "Is that really what you miss?" 

You laugh.  He couldn't help smiling at the way you laugh.  

"I'm just kidding you," you said.  You do not wait any longer and crash your lips against his.

Yet again, Mikey can never get tired of the way you kiss.  It's deep yet sweet.  He always feels the way you just give him the most delicious yet so innocent kiss ever.   

It took awhile before you pulled away.  Your fingers caress on his cheeks as you look at your husband lovingly.  You do not know it, but Mikey will kneel for you the moment you look at him in such a loving way.  

"I miss that," you whispered. 

"I'm sorry.  I never knew I've been lacking in giving you something you want," his eyes showing guilt in them.

"No. No.  It was my fault.  You've been nothing but very caring, Mikey.  Just because I'm pregnant, it doesn't mean I shouldn't return the favour or maybe have this sweet intimacies with you," you smiled and caressed his cheeks.  

He smiles back and pulls you in a tight hug. 

"I'm so grateful to be your husband," he mumbles against your shoulder.  He really is.  He will never ever get tired of this beautiful painting that was all solely because of your love you gave him.  It's a beautiful painting that is like the relaxing paintings of Monet and the expressive paintings of Van Gogh.  In other words, it's a complete masterpiece.  Being married to you has made his life a complete masterpiece he will treasure forever. 

NIA’S MASTERLIST

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Masterlist

Requests are currently [CLOSED] Please read the rules here. (Updated 1/25/22) *I write for GN! and F! MC mostly. If you feel so inclined - here is my Kofi

The Masterlist for all my FF works! (Items marked with a (*) are new-ish!) (Last updated: 3/30/22)

Obey Me! HEADCANNONS - w. MC who is a graphic designer (Brothers) - When They Knew They Were In Love (Brothers) - When They Knew They Were In Love (Datables) - How They Kiss You - Halloween Costumes - As College Professors (request) - Types of Weddings They Would Want - Disney/Broadway Songs - OM Boys & Tech Issues - w. MC who is insecure (Brothers) (request) - Catching MC Dancing By Themselves - Their Favorite Photos - Cheering MC Up When They Feel Down - Pinning Their S.O’s Arms and Kissing (Brothers) (request) - w. MC Who Has An Arranged Marriage (request) - Little Gestures of Love - Demon MC (Datables) (request) - Cuddle Time - Neat or Messy? - Their Favorite Photos - Behind The Scenes - Handwriting - Crafting with Them

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Asmo

Beel - Comfort

Belphie

Diavolo

Barbatos - Barbatos, Upside Down

Simeon - Touch

Solomon - Finally - Solomon Birthday 2021 Collab Project - I See The Light - Five More Minutes (NSFW)

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[orchid3a]

disneyland trip

sypnosis: a family trip with your husband Naoto and your son Sora

pairing: husband!time-skip!Tachibana Naoto x wife!fem!reader

cw:  all characters are aged 18+/post-timeskip,naoto being a good dad, cute family going to tokyo disneyland, naoto feeling dizzy, cute wife twasing her hubby, nice kid being nice and sweet moment between hubby and wifey

wc: 1521 words

note: my entry for @coxmii​​ and @katsukichu​ ‘s collab “Domestic Bliss”

this is my first time taking part to a collab, so i’m kinda nervous eheh

taglist:

comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

english isn’t my native language

The sun was shining brightly on the sky and the city of Tokyo was still lively as ever, even if it was Sunday.

It was a special day since your husband, Tachibana Naoto, decided to take a day off from work to spend it with you, his beloved wife, and his seven-years old son, Sora.

Naoto was extremely sorry for not paying attention to his family, but in the past few weeks the amount of work on his desk was enormous.

On the other hand, both you and Sora understood that it wasn’t his fault, that his work required so much energy, but still you two felt a little neglected.

That was why the three of you were heading towards Tokyo Disneyland, and also because Sora wanted to go there forever.

During the whole trip, Sora was so full of energy, explained where he wanted to go and what kind of thing he wanted to do. Both you and your husband listened happily, especially Naoto. He was extremely delighted hearing his son babbling about his plans.

“Sora, are you excited?” you asked turning towards him

“Yes mommy, I’m so happy. I can’t wait to tell Yumi-chan about today!” he responded smiling.

“It seems that we arrived” announced Naoto while parking the car in the parking lot.

Sora threw his hand in the air smiling after hearing that, you laughed a little at his behaviour.

Usually Sora is a quiet and introverted child, a carbon copy of his dad, so seeing him like this made you smile.

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After checking with Naoto that you two brought everything necessary, you headed towards the structure.

While you and your husband were walking at a normal speed, Sora was several steps ahead and running towards the entrance.

“Sora come here, don’t go there alone.” suggested Naoto, making Sora stop his tracks.

“Sorry daddy, I was too excited.” he apologised now walking between you and your husband.

“Sora you remember our little rules, right?” asked with a soft tone Naoto

The little boy nodded while grabbing both yours and Naoto’s hand.

“Rule number one: never leave mommy or daddy. Rule number two: never talk to strangers. Rule number three: in case I’m lost, I should never move from my spot and wait for mommy and daddy.” concluded Sora, he was proud of himself since he remembered the rules.

“Now let’s go!” you gushed ready to spend your day with your two favorite people.

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“Where should we go first?” you asked, looking at Naoto.

“Let’s make Sora decide, okay?” he responded, turning his attention to his son, whose eyes were shining looking at all the attractions.

“Daddy! Mommy! Can we go there ?” he pointed at a rainbow-colored castle with triangular motifs.

“Sure sweetie.” you exclaimed smiling.

“According to the guide, that is <<It’s a small world>>, there you can listen to a song about the world.” explained Naoto.

After waiting in line, you three entered the rainbow-colored castle and sitted on the carriage.

The carriage began to move and at the same time a song was played, while moving there were various little stands that represented all the places of the world.

Sora was so happy and began to explain to both you and Naoto all the characters from the various Disney’s movies.

Finished the ride, you three hopped off and decided what to do next.

“Mommy! Mommy, can we try the big cup?” gushed Sora, pointing at the colorful cups.

“Well for me it’s okay, what about you Naoto?” you asked him.

“I’m fine, now let’s go since there are few people in line, so we don’t have to wait too long.” he suggested.

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Naoto thought that he should have said from the beginning that he didn’t like the spinning cups, he was feeling too dizzy.

However, he couldn’t bring himself to say that since Sora was laughing happily while the cup was spinning. He thought that his son was really the cutest.

Despite his attempts to hide his sickness, you noticed that and patted his back giving him a small smile.

After a few more spinning and prayers by Naoto, the ride finished. You three stopped at a branch to let your husband regain some energy.

You looked at the time and it was nearly lunch time, now you needed to find a nearby restaurant that wasn’t too full.

“(y/n) I think that there is a restaurant a few minutes from here, let’s go there.” said Naoto.

“Well let’s go there then. Sora what do you want?” you asked your son.

“I want something really good like mommy’s food!” exclaimed the young boy.

Both you and Naoto laughed and went to the restaurant.

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After a full meal, you went to many other attractions like “Peter Pan’s Flight”, “Haunted Mansion”, “Dumbo The Flying  Elephant” and so on.

Each attraction was a unique experience, but most importantly Sora was extremely happy and his adorable smile never left his face. Every new attraction made him smile even more and both you and your husband were happy.

Now Sora was standing near Mickey Mouse and all the other mascots, while Naoto was taking various pictures and you were near him, waving at Sora.

“I’m happy that Sora is having so much fun.” you said while hugging your husband’s arm.

“Me too, (y/n). I’m very sorry that in these few past weeks I wasn't at home.” he murmured, still feeling guilty.

“Naoto, I have already said that you don’t have to excuse yourself. Me and Sora know how difficult is your work.” you replied.

He sighed and smiled a little, before kissing the crown of your head, making your heart beat loudly. Even after being married for years, he was always capable of making you all flustered.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t listen to your son calling your name various times, making him worried.

“O-Oh yes, sorry Sora. Did you have fun taking photos with Mickey Mouse and his friend?” you questioned, not missing the playful smirk on your husband’s face, knowing well he was the cause of your trance.

You huffed your cheeks in response to his behaviour and he laughed, while your son wasn’t understanding anything.

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You were trying your best to hold your laugh but it was impossible, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Naoto.

“(y/n) don’t you dare laugh.” he remarked deadplanned.

“S-S-Sorry Na-Naoto, but this is too much.” you laughed.

“Daddy you look so handsome!” Sora replied with his thumb on.

Naoto was wearing an adorable brown glitter Minnie Mouse headband, which contrasted with his annoyed gaze. He thanked his child with a smile, that was a little too forced, and you slyly took a picture of him. However, you were unlucky and forgot to turn off the flash, and Naoto realized quickly what you had done.

“(y/n) delete that pic.” he grumbled

“What photo, dear husband?” you shamelessly asked.

Knowing well that he couldn’t make you delete the photo, he only sighed while you gave Sora a high-five.

Then you three continued to visit the various souvenir shops and buy little things.

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On the way back Sora fell asleep, lulled by a song from the radio. You were looking at all the photos taken during the day while humming a tune while Naoto was driving.

You were so happy after spending a day with your family and also that Naoto took a day off, since he tends to overwork himself. Sometimes he deserves to unwind from all that stress.

“Why are you smiling?” he noted without looking at you.

“I spent the day with my beautiful child and my beloved husband, who looks really handsome with a Minnie Mouse headband.” you smirked playfully.

The brown-haired man blushed furiously and muttered something under his breath, at his reaction you laughed. Teasing Naoto was so funny and every reaction was adorable.

"You’re really funny (y/n), so funny.” he commented.

Your response was a little laugh and the rest of the journey was silent.

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Once you arrived at home, Naoto tucked Sora in his bed while in the kitchen you prepared something to eat.

When you were cutting some vegetables, you felt two arms sneaking on your waist and a chest pressed against your back.

“Someone is needy.” you teased.

“I need to charge after today.” he murmured, referring to the spinning cups accident.

You hummed and Naoto proposed to help you finish the dinner. After dinner, the brown-haired man picked you up, not letting you wash the dishes saying that he would do that tomorrow, and went straight to the bedroom.

You were gently laid on the bed with Naoto’s head on your chest, it was really rare seeing Naoto so cuddly, he usually doesn’t let his emotions out and isn’t very vocal about them.

You took his face in your hands and pampered him with kisses and gentle touches, murmuring sweet nothings as he melted under your touch.

Slowly he fell asleep, lulled by your sweet voice and gentle moves and you smiled, closing your eyes and falling asleep.

note: here is the site of Tokyo Disneyland 

[yejiroh]

Baby, Oh Baby!

A/n: for @myakkun 's happily ever Afters and forevers Collab! Mitsuya x afab!reader, sfw. May possibly be prequel to this.

WC: 300 something ish. Idk I didn't check.

TW: pregnant reader?

Yellow walls with pictures among pictures all hung and framed. A bookshelf with every book the library a couple blocks down sent you every month sitting neatly on the shelves- a subscription upon Takashi’s request, because “books fuel dreams,” and he didn’t want his baby to miss out. A closet filled to the brim with clothes he had especially made just for his child, with dresses and skirts and pants and shirts, all made by him. A lamp with a dim bulb that hardly glowed- just soft enough for a baby to fall asleep fast with, but not harsh enough to keep them awake. 

And now, you watched him as he pulled yet another tab open on his laptop, seemingly ordering toys. 

“Do you think they’re more of a fan of plushies? Oh! Maybe they’re a train kid- I was a bit of a train kid myself. You played with puzzles and dolls right? Actually, I’ll just get them all.”

Watching him ramble on, you grabbed his arm before he could click ‘purchase’.

Turning to you, your husband looked baffled.

“Why’d you stop me? This was a good deal!”

“We don’t even know the gender of the baby, my love. It’s been barely a month.”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t be prepared though.”

Grabbing a magazine,Takashi flipped  through it fast, then pointed to an article.

“1 in 10 parents aren’t prepared for children- we gotta act fast and be ready Y/n!”

“Takashi, we’ve already got the nursery set up, and it’s already filled with stuff we might not even use. ---, Takashi sighed before turning to you, setting the magazine down and placing a hand on your stomach, smiling softly.

Again, he stopped, looking up at you. 

“Are you getting cravings yet?”

“What?”

“What about your parents- are they excited? Disappointed? Mildly upset-”

You interrupt him fast, pressing a finger to his lips, and kiss his cheek. Looking him in the eye, you take a deep breath.

“Takashi. You were THERE. YOU were the one who told them.”

“I know, I know,I-” He tugged at his hair- “ I know.”

“You don’t sound like you know.”

"Baby, I.. I'm just really really nervous..." Playing with his fingers, Takashi looked at you, pulling you close and pressing his head against your stomach.

"I wanna be a good dad. This baby is everything, Y/n."

A smile formed on your lips, and your fingers tingled at his words. Takashi was never a 'mushy' person. In fact, it was as if you two had switched roles, as if HE was the one feeling the hormones changing. Taking a hand to his hair, you kiss the crown of his head.

"Taka, you're gonna be wonderful. Already so eager. So ready. I couldn't ask for more."

"You think so?"

"I know. Just like you know."

"Baby...oh, baby.."

[phanfictioncatalogue]

5 Times… 1 Time… (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

5 Times Dan Tried To Sneakily Get Phil To Play With His Hair and The 1 Time He Didn't Have To Be Sneaky At All (ao3) - xlogophile

Summary: "Imagine Person A of your OTP loves having their hair played with, and Person B is an avid reader. Person A often goes up to person B while they’re reading and cuddles them, and person B idly messes with their hair while they read, only pausing to turn a page of their book."

Ha, Dan wishes that's what this story looked like.

A Summer Storm (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: A humid night, a summer storm. Five nights when Dan watches from his window as the storm spirits dance past (and one that he doesn't)

and if we're meant to, i'll meet you there (ao3) - manchestereye

Summary: the five times dan and phil meet unexpectedly and the one time they don't

are you gay? (ao3) - happy_endings15

Summary: The 5 times Dan denied he was gay (and the one time he didn't).

As the curtain falls... (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: The five times Dan and Phil had to hide their relationship during a fan encounter...

And the one time they didn't.

Beautiful Thing or Five Times Phil sort of came out to Martyn and One Time he really came out to Martyn (ao3) - moonygirl76

Summary: Like it says on the can.

Five times Martyn is oblivious with what's going on with Phil and one time Phil has to spell it out for him.

came out new (all because of you) (ao3) - kanertazers

Summary: "Dan couldn’t imagine loving any other person like this, and he tries not to think about how his life might have turned out if he had never gotten the courage to message Phil in the first place. He had made his home with Phil and he didn’t see the point in hiding that anymore. He had been making videos about living his truth, and this was it. Sleepy days spent cuddled up on the sofa watching anime, late nights spent talking about parallel universes and space, deep kisses hello and soft kisses goodbye—these were his truths. It was just time for Dan to live them.”

or

five times dan told someone about his relationship with phil (and one time he told everyone else)

Five Times Dan Got Jealous… (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze

Summary: …And the one time jealousy was the last thing on his mind, ft. collabs, puppies, misunderstandings, unbuttoned shirts, twitter selfies, and a happily ever after. Enjoy!

Forever By Your Side (ao3) - scifi

Summary: five times dan proposed to phil and one time he said yes

Haunted (ao3) - gorgeousnerd

Summary: Five times Phil Lester was haunted, and one time he haunted back.

Hidden Behind Straightened Hair - auroraphilealis

Summary: The fives times Dan’s hair was used as a joke to hide his insecurity about his sexuality, and the one time it wasn’t.Includes: Homophobia, Bi-Erasure, 2012 Scenario’s, Curly hair/Straight jokes

It's Worth Deciding (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: The five times Dan and Phil nearly came out in a live show...

....and the one time they did.

like me (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Five times Dan stole Phil's outfit and one time he didn't. Or, Dan confronts the be you/do you conundrum.

Love Is Gross and You Disgust Me - aretheyinlove

Summary: or the five times Phil tries to get Dan to go out with him, and the one time he gets it right.

mating calls (ao3) - citizen101erased

Summary: 5 times Dan loved Phil’s subtle attempts at flirting through animal facts, and one time he didn’t.

Memories Turned into Daydreams (ao3) - apoetacriminal

Summary: He stood there in the middle of an empty room; thinking of the life he had before. Or five times Dan felt insecure and one time he felt comfortable with himself.

neon guts (ao3) - bloodyscarab

Summary: and i got a colorful aura, like i got neon guts

reminiscing on commitment.

5 times dan committed to things, and 1 time it was better not to.

Of Dogs and Happiness (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: The five times Dan realises their new dog loves Phil more than him, and the one time Phil made it better

Phil Lester: Marriage Proposal Expert (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: Phil has been trying for months to propose to Dan, and each attempt has failed spectacularly.

Or the five times Phil tried to propose and the one time Dan did.

Sheet Stealer (ao3) - ineverhadmyinternetphase

Summary: 5 times Phil stole the bedcovers, and 1 time Dan got there first

Sittin' in a Tree (ao3) - hilariousandunappreciated

Summary: The five times Phil wanted to kiss Dan and the one time he finally did.

So Better Things Can Fall Together (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan tells Phil his top 5 breakups of all time.

Or

The five times Dan broke up with someone and the one time he didn't.

The 5 Times Phan Came Out and the One Time They Did On Purpose (ao3) - shallowlives

Summary: It's hard to keep your relationship secret when the phandom is everywhere.

The One Where Phil Loses The Ring, But They Still Get Engaged (ao3) - tiniestbauble

Summary: A series of 5 times + 1 time, following Dan and Phil from 2009 to 2018, as Phil realizes he loves Dan and should marry him some day in the future, to finding the ring for him, to proposing to him without a ring to the time they finally do get engaged!

The Sweet Tooth and Bitter Disappointments (ao3) - bakingphaninmymind

Summary: Five times that Phil went out for bad Tinder dates and the one time a Tinder date came to him. A.K.A. the story about Phil getting fed up with his loneliness. Our boy starts swiping.

The Universe Would Rip in Half if We Were Ever Apart | BONCAS 2016 (ao3) - natigail

Summary: The BONCAS Award Show turns out to be much more all-encompassing than originally expected, as Dan and Phil make their continuous appearances on stage. They both do very little to hide their fondness and appreciation of each other, what they’ve achieved together, and their dear audience but it’s only when they are alone that they let their guard down.

Or… the five times Dan and Phil are on stage and the one time they aren’t.

yellow acacias (ao3) - impicciche

Summary: The five times Dan gave Phil acacias, and the one time he didn't have to.

you were temporary, i can't bear for you to leave (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: Five times Phil left Dan's bed + one time he didn't.

You're running too fast dad (ao3) - neopold

Summary: five times Dan wanted his dad's attention

plus one time when it didn't matter anymore

[animeangsteng]

The higher you rise, the harder you fall

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : The higher you rise, the harder you fall

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

Warning: Endeavour, spoilers, unrequited love, arranged marriage, falling out of love, rejection, regret

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Here is my submission for the Lover’s lane collab by @katsukidotcom!

And, btw, congratulations on the milestone!

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Everyone makes mistake.

I just made lots.

Probably one too many.

And I now regret it all.

It’s probably egoistical of me to think people can find in themselves to forgive me just because I apologised.

Because I’m trying to be better.

Rei tried.

Shoto tried.

You tried.

And I never realised that the one in the wrong was me all along.

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It truly was foolish of me to come to your door, hoping for forgiveness, and then be hurt when it never arrived.

When I discovered it was too late for me.

For us.

On one hand, of course, I knew there was a chance of this happening but I just pushed it aside.

I thought you’d wait for me for forever.

And I was wrong.

But who am I to complain?

I was the one to walk away first.

I had brought this on myself.

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I still remember our first kiss, at school.

You were telling me off being so cocky, so obsessed with being the best, after I lost a fight I began out of pride.

Apparently pride has always been the source of all my problems.

Safe to say I wasn’t quite listening to you.

Otherwise I wouldn’t be who I am, where I am, right now.

And so, to shut you up, I did something I had wanted to do for a long, long time: I kissed you.

I admit it wasn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had.

I left you there, silent and shocked, happily, giggling for the first time like a normal teen.

And then we got together for a while.

It was the happiest moment of my life, together with the birth of my children.

But I wanted more.

I wanted to become the number 1 hero.

And I did something that shaped my entire life, a mistake I don’t regret just because it gave me my kids, my family.

But I regret abandoning you.

I told you about the quirk marriage I was getting into.

I even told you you could have been my mistress.

I wanted it all.

But I wasn’t ready to sacrifice what I already had for it.

That day you rightfully left and I, wrapped up in my selfishness and pride, went on without you.

.

And, once I lost it all, I held onto the hope that you’d still love me.

That you’d still love the monster I’ve become.

How foolish of me.

I came to your door, flowers in hand, as if an apology and some flowers would fix all I put through.

All the time I ignored you when we together.

All you must have felt when I let you go.

All the pain I caused you when I married Rei.

An idiot, that I am.

You refused me, and I should have probably seen that coming.

It was rather obvious that would have been the outcome.

Only in romantic fictions, do lovers wait for each other for forever, no matter what.

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-I’m sorry. I don’t love you anymore-

With nine words you broke what was left of my heart and I felt the safety net I constructed underneath me disappear.

I thought you’d always be there to collect my broken pieces.

But you left.

And I let you go.

Now I can truly say I’ve lost it all.

And I’ve never felt more miserable.

Even more now that, while letting go of the tiny pieces of pride I still have, I can admit that I brought it on myself.

That my pride and my selfishness took away all that I’ve loved.

The fame I’ve always longed for.

My family.

And you.

[unhinged-summer-fun]

Current & Potential WIPs

Thanks for the tag @deadhumourist !!! I’m on an official hiatus to take care of my health and personal life but here’s what’s bubbling around the back of my mind:

- art of second place - I’m going to be doing a FULL overhaul of this fic. I despise how it was formatted/edited as it was posted and it doesn’t reflect the same tone it has later on. I’m unhappy with it as a whole as a result, so I need to revisit it wholesale. Maybe this will inspire me to actually finish it, lol.

- Daddy!Javier Peña collab with Katee - when the brain will cooperate (and we are both sooo busy these days, no one’s fault) we are going to get so daddy up in hereee

- ghostwriting moment Frankie/reader - my beautiful spouse is going to direct this one while I produce it, and it’s a meet-cute!

- mesh network - this is about to gain a fun little arc, fluffy and spicy and a little angsty. I’m in love with these four but I don’t know how to write rn

- To Build a Dynasty - on hold, unsure of direction I want it to go, I might put a pin in the story and make it a relaxed fit of oneshots and short-focus plot multichaps. They’re gonna be happily ever after forever because I said so.

Tagging: @stealyourblorbos @pedrosedibles @ezrasbirdie @moodsare @nobodys-baby-now I wanna hear about your WIPs babes!!!!