#mitsy drabble

[k0z3me]

jujutsu kaisen fic recs

fics

- only lovers left alive — gojo satoru— @nezuscribe

+summary : when a disease turns the world into an apocalyptic landscape, you join a group in order to survive. you find yourself drawn to a certain blue-eyed man for no explainable reason. though the two of you have your own pasts to deal with, the two of you grow closer and closer together. after all, it seems as though you’re the only lovers left alive

- a bowl old rock candy (pt1) (pt2) — gojo satoru— @alaskasmonsters

+summary : ...it was likely that you and gojou had been friends before this curse incident that had lead you to wake up with amnesia, the last few years of your memories gone. but why was he so unbothered by your memory loss then?

- crush culture — fushiguro megumi — @mitsies

+summary : megumi fushiguro is so in love with you, it makes him look like a fool.

- all of the girls you loved before — fushiguro megumi — @somelattes

+summary : megumi can't stop thinking about having casually met your ex boyfriend

- sabotage — ryomen sukuna — @marble-anime

+summary : After finding out about your parents' plan to set you up in an arranged marriage, you ask the King of Curses to give you a baby in an attempt to sabotage their plan.

- sometimes a family is you, teen dad gojo, and the six year old child he accidentally orphaned — gojo satoru — @seravphs

+summary : Gojo’s living that hard life as a single father at the tender age of 16, so to prevent Megumi from putting himself back up for adoption, you step in. It turns out that raising a child with someone can cause complicated feelings.

- what if you’re just someone i want around — suguru geto — @saetoru

+summary : somewhere along the line, you started to hate suguru—that doesn’t mean you stopped loving him too

drabbles

headcanons

smau

series

- 7 minutes in heaven — multiple — @garoujo

+summary : you’re surrounded by some of the hottest guys on campus while playing seven minutes in heaven at a frat party? what’s the worst that can happen . . .

- blood & pearls — ryomen sukuna — @vennilavee

+summary : a lonely water nymph washes up to the shores of an enchanted lake with dreams of the sun and the stars. little do you know, that this enchanted lake belongs to the king of curses himself, ryomen sukuna. or, a series of drabbles about you, a water nymph, and a four armed demon dressed as a deity.

- uh oh! he's a dilf — toji fushiguro — @sujikuna

+summary : a collection of fics about dilf toji <3

- half of me is yours — gojo satoru — @satorini

+summary : gojo's just a man who's in love with his ex-wife.

- the hand which holds the knife — gojo satoru — @seravphs

+summary : knight!gojo x princess!reader

back to navi

[earthtooz]

earth!! do you have any reo fic recs?

i can try and find some!! these were just discovered scrolling through my likes (which i don't use except to bookmark fics LOL) so hopefully you'll enjoy them as much as i did :)

untitled drabble by od4saku

untitled drabble by augustinewrites

hold on to me by ode2rin (mimi ate this up fr, changed the trajectory of my life)

1:37 by rewh0re

mr perfectly fine by hanniejji

untitled drabble by yuquinzel

THIS ONE THIS ONE THIS ONE by kysoomi (ly bae <3)

harbour by mitsies (hai miti)

untitled drabble by sixosix (haiiii)

untitled fic by petrichorium (this also changed the trajectory of my life)

9:30 am by aanobrain (ATE)

+ my reo fics too... hellaur... resident reo whore here...

[alphareleasemedia]

Daily Drabble Project May 1-10

5/1/23 Great waves crashed upon the shore in the dimming light of the day's end. In the distance the great lighthouse towered over the sea, its shining light spilling out over the dark and troubled water. Mitsy stumbled towards it as quickly as her tired and soaked body could take her. She was caught between the fierce waves and the jagged rocks that lined the beach, ever aware that one strong wave could end it all. At the bottom of a cliff, atop which the lighthouse stood, Mitsy paused for a moment to catch her breath. Then she began to climb.

5/2/23 Zuzu drifted sleepily down the dark hallways of her home and into the kitchen. The fridge blinded her with its heavenly light as she swung open the door. As her vision slowly returned to her Zuzu scanned the fridge for easy targets. Easy targets like the blackberries she finished off, or the honey baked ham lunch meat that she scarfed down one slice after another till she'd finished that too. Zuzu's 2 a.m. cravings still not satisfied she searched fervently for what else she could feast on with no effort. At last, Zuzu reached for the bag of shredded cheese.

5/3/23 I thought about calling up Dimple to ask him if he wanted to come over that evening and hangout. We could play video games or watch a movie or just sit on the porch and talk about nothing for hours like we could do sometimes. Ultimately, I decided not to. As much as I enjoyed hanging out with Dimple, I didn't think it was company, his or anyone's, that I was craving. I was quite excited to have the house to myself for the evening actually. But still a certain restlessness itched in my mind. A need I couldn't name.

5/4/23 Hara wasn't sure what she wanted for her birthday. Like, sure, she could ask for a bunch of stuff, but then she'd have a bunch of stuff. And then what would she do with it? She already had a bunch of stuff. Did she really need more? But she couldn't just tell people not to get her anything for her birthday. Even if she really didn't want anything and everyone knew that they'd probably still feel weird about not getting her anything. Which was dumb but true. And besides, some people just loved giving presents. It was a whole thing.

5/5/23 Pepper came by today to check on me. I told her I was fine and managing well enough on my own. She seemed skeptical but she didn't visit for too long. At the very least she was convinced that I had more than enough food to keep me fed for a while. Thankfully she didn't bring more to add to the growing pile. While I'm grateful for everyone's concern I feel like I'm starting to drown in it. Everyone is so eager to be helpful, I have no time to myself. What I wouldn't give for just a little quiet.

5/6/23 Simpkey had to consider his options carefully. For as much as everyone assured him there was no wrong choice, he knew there decidedly was. Several, in fact. He just didn't know what they were. The main problem, ultimately, was that there were far too many options. Simpkey had tried to narrow the field, but his companions gave him no additional information to aid in that endeavor. Save for what he already knew of their own personal tastes to eliminate the obvious. There was nothing for it. Simpkey would just have to pick a bad movie and face his friends' displeasure.

5/7/23 Yossy, Hossy, and Lossy set out from home one fine morning to go visit their Aunt. The sky was blue, the trees were green, and birds sang merrily as the three sisters walked along. Yossy loved birds and stopped to listen to their song. Hossy loved trees and as she walked beneath their branches she was overcome with a desire to climb up into them. Lossy hated being outside in the sun for too long, and so she hurried along to her Aunt's as quickly as possible and never noticed that she had lost her sisters somewhere along the way.

5/8/23 Deedle chewed on his fingernails as he watched the race. Not from nerves though. Nail biting was just a bad habit of his that Deedle had never been able to break. He was actually very calm about the race, giving way to his gross habit more from boredom than anything. The problem was that Deedle just couldn't get excited about watching a bunch of cars going round and round in their little circle. It wasn't half as interesting as the movies had promised him it would be. He really couldn't understand all the people watching with great excitement and energy.

5/9/23 The mountain loomed majestically in the background. Looking so much like it was doing its best to mimic a postcard or perhaps a travel brochure. Yes, the landscape was amazing and beautiful to look at, but that was just appearances. The reality of it all was much less picturesque. The delightful greenery was home to about a million and one mosquitos all ready to suck a man dry. But there were much larger terrors looming in the trees. Hungry beasts with razor teeth and giant claws. To say nothing of the vicious prehistoric behemoths that roamed fearlessly wherever they pleased.

5/10/23 The little bird hopped around in the grass. He was looking for worms. The sun had barely risen and the air was still gray and full of mist. The dirt was damp and cool beneath the little bird's feet. The soil was soft and loose and easy for him to thrust in his beak to retrieve his breakfast. The little bird was not alone in his early morning endeavor. Other little birds flitted about nearby, also looking for breakfast. Up above them in the trees the doves cooed sleepily to each other and the song birds heralded the new day.

[a-totally-legit-farm]

The Meeting

He watched the table of executives shift in their seats, malicious whispers filled the rooms as their glares swiveled between Nikoma, lazily leaned against a wall a few feet from Jenna’s seat, and the door, through which Jenna was expected to walk three minutes ago. Nik tugged at his tie, its sloppy knot sitting uneven around his ruffled collar. This whole get-up was Jenna’s idea – the grey shirt, the red tie, dress pants and expensive, brown boots, rounded out by a jacket strung over his shoulder, adorning the sword still strapped fast on his back. Given the proper preparation, according to Jenna, he’d fit right in at the executive table.

Angry eyes tracked his every movement, but he nonchalantly went about his business – flicking his lighter, checking his phone (another new, city-spurred addition to Nikoma’s usual accessories.), and slipping a cigarette into his mouth only to sheathe it back into its packet. Yet another vice Jenna had been attempting to wring out of him for the sake of ‘being professional’. Like he gave a shit.

He put the smoke between his lips, and brought the lighter up to the end, the flint sparking hot embers, likely as scalding as the comments being passed around the room at his expense. It didn’t matter, he was moments away from that first rush of nicotine. The end burned bright, as his breath passed through the smouldering tobacco…

The edge of a clipboard brushed past his nose, swatting the cigarette out of his hands and into the carpet. The room went silent as black heels pressed the lit ash into submission. “Stand straight, Mr. Ishii. Miss Simmons will be here shortly, and we will not tolerate slack.” The newcomer’s voice was sharp, breathy, quiet, intended for Nikoma only, but heard by the whole room. The vein in Nik’s forehead was bulging, his jaw clenched, but begrudgingly, he stood up straight, put away his lighter, and gazed expectantly towards the door. He didn’t say a single word to Jenna’s new assistant, Mitsy Moore. She was ex-military of some kind, an honorable discharge, as if being associated with the military was in any way honourable. It didn’t matter to him, she was little more than a nuisance.

The woman placed down a stack of papers in front of Jenna’s seat, and took her place a few feet from where Nikoma was standing. Nikoma leant over, his eyes still trained towards the door – many executives were following his suit, preparing for Simmons’ arrival. “When’s she- ”

“Shh.”

Nikoma rolled his eyes and continued talking to the brunette. “When’s she showing up?” Mitsy’s glare was like the ones the executives were barraging him with before, however, she did shake her head and mutter out a quiet response. “Miss Simmons has been busy with contractors. Something about real estate development in a rural valley. ETA for Miss Simmons is five minutes.” Moore tapped her clipboard with her pen, nodding at her own statement.

Nikoma couldn’t help but look Mitsy up and down. The girl knew how to dress, with something as simple as a white blouse and black dress pants, her dark hair bunned up at the back, she held an aura of officiality, of organization. Mitsy Moore was not here to mess around. Unfortunately, the executives didn’t care.

“Come on lady, where’s Simmons?” An older man heckled her, throwing his hand up in irritation. Moore attempted to speak up, but another man dogpiled on. “We’ve been sitting here for 30 minutes! We all have work to do!” Mitsy once again attempted to quell the rising tide of complaints, but soon the entire room was roaring with angry executives. Nikoma stood up straight and took half a step forward. Finally, something for him to do -

Cue Jenna, enter stage right through the boardroom doors.

For someone so late, she moved with little remorse. Each step was swift, and deliberate, cool and calculated. She reminded Nikoma of the vipers he would sometimes see in the scrub; the way they twisted through leaves and branches, weaving closer towards their victims, with sinister and slow intent. The room had mostly gone quiet – a few brave souls still whispered out of spite. Jenna’s short, blue dress snaked behind in her wake, a beautiful gold crescent draped around her neck, and some sort of designer thigh high boots, she wouldn’t have looked out of place at a gala, and knowing her, it was more than likely that’s where she came from. Jenna took her place at the end of the meeting table, her posture calm, laid back, her legs crossed. Her pose emanated sheer confidence; her cocky, sideways smile totally unfazed by the raucous she must have heard.

“Good evening,” Jenna’s voice lingered, a sweet venom dripping from her ruby red lips, her sapphire eyes scanning the room in front of her for any lapse in attention. Of course, all eyes were on her. “I’m sure you all are excited to learn what the past year of business ventures have brought us…” Jenna noticed a few of the cockier executives had already begun trading rude remarks. She could already guess the taunts. Rumors had spread around the office – confidence in Jenna had dropped significantly ever since she had left the helm of the company to seemingly galivant around the countryside, which was only compounded when she came back to do the same in Zuzu’s cityscape.

“But before we get started, I’d like to tell a little story.” And so the spider invited the flies onto her web, stringing them along to the tune of her tale. Nikoma rolled his eyes – Mitsy was awestruck, she was absorbing every single movement, every word that Jenna sweetly spoke. The poor girl couldn’t see past the siren’s song, couldn’t see the monster lurking in the depths of Jenna’s blue eyes. “Four years ago, I took over this sorry company from my joke of a father. Since then, I have singlehandedly increased profit margins by 14%. I stripped back unionization around here to the point that their threats amount to a kitten’s meows. I lobbied for tax breaks in the parliament! I changed the law!” That drummed up a wave of murmuring, a hushed, reluctant admittance. “I did more for this company in 48 months than my parents had in half a decade. I’ve done more for this company than all of you chimps combined!” Her voice was sharp now, cutting through the approval she had just garnered.

“And I noticed something, while I was doing your jobs for you. Any of you geniuses wanna have a guess as to what it is?” The siren had turned to a gorgon, her hand striking the table to emphasize her words. She stood up, and began pacing, up and down the boardroom table, stone cold eyes piercing the back of the unfortunate executive’s heads. “No? No guesses?” She sniped, turning to Nikoma, “Seems the monkeys are mute as well as dumb, eh, Nikky?” The swordsman retorted with an amused snort. Jenna was in her habitat, and she was thriving.

The CEO nodded at Mitsy, and within seconds the attentive assistant had a projector blasting colour on the whiteboard wall. “Let me say it plain and simple, so it isn’t lost on your degenerate minds. JojaMart continues to kick our ass. Four years ago, this company was the seventh best retail supermarket in the country. Three years ago? I got us to the third. Then the second. I pulled this company to the crown of Mount Olympus, hoping my purportedly unbreakable team of super-execs could push us to the top, that they could do the one thing that I actually needed them to do.” She was hissing at this point, pushing her disappointment through her front teeth.

“So, before I left, in an effort to do your jobs for you, I figured out why the fuck Joja beats us so often. It was simple, actually. All of our best-grossing stores are in the middle of metropolis, where consumers are stock for choice. All of Joja’s best selling stores? The fuckin’ sticks. They plant one store in the middle of nowhere, and all those hicks stranded out in who-gives-a-shit-ville get to pick between going broke in a local corner store, or forking over their hard earned cash to Joja.” Jenna’s snarl had slowly shifted to a smile. The executives hadn’t spoken up since Jenna’s tirade had started, and Nikoma had to chuckle at how loose lipped the CEO had become with her insults. He peeled his eyes off of Jenna for a second just to check on Mitsy – and the girl was practically drooling. Clearly she had a thing for authority figures. Slowly, the executives began chattering between themselves again; Jenna may have been calling them dim, but they were putting the puzzle pieces together in their head.

“And here’s the kicker.” Jenna cut in, disrupting the growing chorus of moneymaking whispers. “Even when they’re going broke, they pick the more expensive, local corner store.” The projector clicked, and some familiar faces were plastered on the wall. Morris. Anderson. Eadwulf. “These are some of the associates in Stardew Valley’s JojaMart branch. Their prices? They’re honestly great. They undercut the local market by a solid 10 percent, if not more. But it’s dead. The store is lifeless, and everyone hates it. These are not faces that hillbillies want to talk to while they buy bread and milk. That formula works fine here in Zuzu. Customers don’t give a shit, they don’t care if no one talks to them. They don’t want to be talked to. But out there…” The projector clicked again. Nikoma raised an eyebrow at the new slides – portfolios on the Valley’s inhabitants. Hayden, Kirkpatrick, Aristízabal, the Valerians, and a few others Nikoma hadn’t met.

Well, hadn’t met sober.

“I spent 6 months in that hole-in-the-ground Valley. I watched the locals, figured out what they wanted. I met with contractors, created personas, contingency plans, budgets and blueprints. I even got them thinking I did farming of my own. The peasants want friendly, trust-worthy faces.” Pierre’s mug appeared next. “They buy tat from this freak even if it means missing out on deals at JojaMart. Why? Because it’s warm, it’s friendly, he has a wife, and friends, and no air conditioning. It’s familiar.”

“This schmuck beats JojaMart through being familiar. So that’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to create a familiar experience, with Joja-low prices. The last six months? I’ve been figuring out shipping routes, warehouses, refrigeration, and contracts. Stuff that clearly is too advanced for any of you.” Another snipe, another snort from Nikoma, still leaned casually against the wall. “I’ve taken cuts to my own paycheck, and created a new farmstead and microbrewery in Stardew Valley. I have paid farmhands to tend the crops, to give the allusion we are locals. After some risk analysis, and the formalization of a business plan, I’ll employ the least flea-ridden of you bunch to put together teams that will create a new type of rural supermarket – one that gives cold, hard deals combined with warm, soft smiles. Maybe, if I’m lucky, I can convince some of those hicks to sign contracts that will allow me to undercut the people they call their friends.”

The room was left stunned. What CEO in their right mind would dock their own pay in such a risky business venture? Sure, it was essentially a holiday house, but on a piece of land worth almost nothing, surrounded by more virtually valueless land. Mitsy clicked through a few more slides, and Jenna continued to narrate graphs and numbers and personas with business jargon, projections and analysis. Nikoma started zoning out. He knew Jenna had been up to shady business, and he knew there was a reason they’d left town for the better part of the year. He had been piecing it all together, albeit much too slow. The midnight phone calls, the suspiciously perfect plants, the files on every person he’d met. It made him a little sick, this capitalist grip that Jenna was trying to exert over the Valley, but she had him under her thumb. She knew where his father’s flask was.

Mitsy moved from her post at the projector, and buzzed around the room, handing out some drafts outlining what Jenna had figured out, or something like that. Nikoma didn’t care, yet for some reason, Mitsy still pushed the paper into his hand – which he promptly dropped. He glared at the assistant, and she glared right back. She picked up the paper, and smacked Nik in the side with it. He bared his teeth in threat, but she ignored it, taking her place back on the other side of Jenna’s chair.

After what felt like hours of grueling business speak, Jenna was done talking. She stood behind her chair, leaning on the back, smirking. The execs flipped through the paper, trying to take it all in. It took Jenna exactly 34 minutes to turn a room of cutthroat turncoats into a flock of subdued sheep, each one leashed by the puppet strings attached to the paper they held. “Thank you for taking the time out of your day to listen to me, my good friends.” Her tone had completely changed again, the technical talk over and done with, it was time to comfort bruised egos with sweet talk, “And remember, in the end, the fate of SimCo comes down to each and every one of us.  Together, we will crack this rural market, and take the top spot from Joja!” The room was filled with hurrahs, people excited by the prospect of new money. Jenna took a bow, and signaled Mitsy and Nik to follow.

They were headed back to the Valley.

[frozenexecutioner]

Confessional - A Frozen Facade Drabble -

Permission to autopilot granted by @goofyfacade

'Why can't you be more truthful with yourself?!'

                                    'Can't you just take a break already?'

                                                                 'Are you that ashamed to admit it?'

Happy birthday, Meggu trash husubando <3

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Their fight had been brief and ended as swiftly as it had started, but it still stung. His words ran deep to her core and in the span of the week after the occurrence, Mitsuru found it harder and harder to focus on work. Everyone around her could see it, though few dared to make comments about it out of fear of retaliation. It was uncommon for the Kirijou woman to show any sort of weakness or hesitance, but his words crippled her very being.

"Kikuno, I am quite sorry, but would you be willing to continue this task? My sense of being has been compromised and I would be ashamed to bring down the integrity of the team with my current state of mind."

A quick nod and sound of agreement towards the door from the purple haired female allowed the heiress to retreat from her desk, pale digits gripping tightly around her laptop bag to pull it from it's keep. Tonight. It would be tonight that she would properly apologize. While both parties were at fault, the very fact that the raven haired male had filled her with so much gut wrenching guilt and apprehension ate away at her heart. She knew exactly what she was feeling and hated every second of it, Yukari's reaction only continuing to confirm the very essence of the situation.

                        'Oh my god Mitsuru are you in love with him?!?'

Love? Maybe that's what this really was. That emotion that historically drove so many people to grow was what was driving her to dabble in new things, new adventures with the goofy male. Fingers ghosted across the screen of her cell phone hitting each key with precision to ensure the swiftest delivery of her endeavors, emails being sent to a myriad of recipients to put her plans into motion; A game store, chef, clothing store, and a landlord all began an emailing game of tag and reply.

                       'Ugh that's gross, I can't see what you see in him, but it's your choice. Have you honestly told him how you feel?'

Honestly? No. It hadn't even been until their fight that she'd truly begun to understand exactly what she was feeling for Adachi. The entire situation was foreign to her and all of it brought about new emotions and feelings she had never felt before. For years, she's devoted herself to her work and her family. Even as a child she grew up learning and studying to prepare to take over the Kirijou group eventually. Hell, she'd even been involved in an arranged marriage for longer than she could remember thought thankfully it had been dissolved. Romance? She'd only ever flirted with the idea of it once before, and it didn't exactly go very well. But this time it would be different.

            "Merci, madame. Your assistance shall be greatly rewarded."

The landlord had made quick work providing spare information and entry into Adachi's apartment, the barren and stark interior actually fitting as a beautiful counterbalance to his over exuberant personality. Boxes had been sitting outside the abode, the chef she'd called in waiting eagerly nearby to be called to complete the tasks at hand. All that remained was to test out her new attire, a lump in her throat forming out of a newfound embarrassment towards what had been selected by the designer. Red hues glanced at the time and she set to work, boxes torn open and arranged neatly on the couch, new handheld systems and respective games she'd overheard him mentioning wanting all perfectly prepared. Naturally they'd have sushi finished and waiting for when he got home, she wasn't going to skimp on anything for this apology and set up. She owed him.

she owed him big. For months they'd been what would be called a pair, merely flirtatious but never outwardly admitting their true relationship. And it wasn't that she was embarrassed or ashamed by the thought, no not at all. Mitsuru needed time to properly understand what she herself was experiencing, time to accept and welcome the newly discovered set of emotions. The woman stopped momentarily to think, the chef had finished his ordeal and already left, everything was set up and ready, but she was running low on time. Caution was thrown to the wind, the red head donning the new outfit to really push the sincerity of her gestures. Cheeks flushed pink, the skirt being far shorter than her usual tastes, but she knew it would please him. Never once had she backed down from a challenge nor had she ever given less than 110% in something she was serious about. 

He was home. Ears twitched hearing the door swing open, a very confused and disheveled man entering the apartment. Tohru Adachi. It had been days since they'd last seen each other much less spoken with one another, so the look on his was justified. She spoke first. 

                                                  "I am sorry."

                                                      "Wha-"

             "I am sorry, Adachi. It took me longer than it should have to rea-"

"Mitsy. Chill. It's fine. We were both upset and reacted poorly. You didn't have to-" The blush on his face was faint but visible, her attire and the display in front of him catching him off guard in all manners of the phrase. He ran his hand through his unkempt hair, dark orbs darting around from item to item between the gaming systems and games, the food, the babe. Was he dreaming? If he was, he didn't want to be woken up.

        "Yes I did. I am sorry for far more than what we had fought about."

Every chance she had she would make eye contact with him to exude her sincerity and apologetic display, Mitsuru only breaking contact to procure her own handheld to load in a game he'd recommended for her. "You do realize, you may need to teach me how to play this." A wink and a skip, the Kirijou woman took her place at the table to dine upon their personal feast, the man quickly following in suit. Laughs followed, jokes and apologies fleeting as their bond reignited in the fires of the atmosphere, the sushi vanishing faster than it had been prepared, the bottle of sake the chef had left diminishing in no time. 

                                                     "Shall we?" 

The couple made their way towards the couch once more, bodies bearing full and content stomachs resting themselves against the cushions. Relaxed and dressed down, no longer physically bound by their usual garments for work, the tension in the air had finally broken. Limbs tangled together as the couple carefully moved against one another, making sure to keep the handheld's from falling. Curls cascaded around the couple as they laid together, her head resting against his shoulder, his own laying against hers making sure to nuzzle closer. Focus remained entirely towards the glimmering screens in front of both parties, no words being exchanged despite the intimate contact. It was time.

                                                    "....Tohru?"

                                                 "Yeah, Mitsy?"

                                                "....I love you."

[a-totally-legit-farm]

Totally Legit (Return Drabble!)

It was a cooler day, that was certain. The brisk breeze blew through tall strands of wild grass, as the limousine’s tires caused a racket on the dusty gravel. It was late, around 9 PM, and the locals were too busy sheltering themselves from the new winter winds to be concerned with a luxury vehicle prowling through the streets.  

Before long, it had pulled up in the cul-de-sac of Toteslegit farm, now emblazoned with a new arch over the entrance. Jenna had felt her last name was a little too on the nose – the new brass lettering held over the road read ‘Simco Farm’. Much nicer.

The gullwing door of the limousine swung open, and Mitsy was the first to step out, clipboard cluched in hand. She took it all in, pushing the bridge of her circular glasses back up her nose. The farmhouse was sparkling new, with a beautiful front deck decorated with hanging plants, and wicker furniture and lanterns. White wood planks lined the walls around the outside, adorned with intricate windows and the cleanest glass the woman had ever seen. It looked like something out of a commercial – little did she know, it was. Behind the building loomed another – still new and sparkly, but with a more industrial feel. She didn’t know it yet, but that was Nikoma’s new lair, the brewery.

Jenna stepped out next, her cool eyes settling on the hard work she had put in. Well, the hard work her contractors had put in, but in the executive world of business, telling someone to do something was doing it. “Whatcha think, Mizz Moore? Nice, isn’t it?” Nice was an understatement, the building was stunning. Nikoma was the next out of the limo, a bottle of bubble clutched almost as tightly as Mitsy did to her clipboard. “Oh, Miss Simmons, it’s lovely, innit!” The assistant cooed, her eyes glittering in the moonlight. She spun on her heels, boots grinding the gravel underneath, and took in the field beyond the homestead. Given the seasons, the crops looked incredible, fields of barley and hops were guarded by fruit trees of all kind, dotting the perimeter. A babbling brook ran through the fields – a man-made spectacle, but most would be none the wiser – and the calls of crickets and nocturnal birds broke through the cold night air.

Nikoma took one hazy, squinted look at it all. It looked fake, to him. It was fake. Too perfect. His brewery was no longer held together with rotted beams and rusted nails, it was steel, and concrete, and fresh wood imported from across the country. It wasn’t his brewery. It disgusted him.

He spat on the ground and wandered forward to inspect his new living place.

Jenna smirked, and nudged Mitsy in the side. “Nikky likes it, then. Come on, Mitz, let’s get comfy.” The pair followed Nik, veering off onto the porch of the new homestead, entering through an exquisite oak door. The warm interior lights didn’t stay on for long, and then, with a flick of a light switch, the new ranch became just like any other along the dimly lit gravel road.

Jenna laid in bed, still awake. She couldn’t help but grin. It was starting to come together, and she knew exactly what she had to do next. She had to convince the people of Stardew Valley that this was a normal farm.

She could hear the sale pitch now:

“Welcome to my totally legit, not at all sinister farm. Simco Farm, as we call it around here!”

Okay, maybe that needed some work. Good. She’d work on it in the morning.

[k0z3me]

blue lock fic recs

fics

- affection — itoshi sae — @saerins

+summary : the way sae loves you is beautiful. it’s nothing like you envisioned and something you never knew you needed.

- flower shop — mikage reo— @saerins

+summary : in which you own a flower shop and capture the heart of one rich customer

- between love and lies — nagi seishiro— @earthtooz

+summary : you thought nagi was dating you for media reputation... so why does this relationship feel suspiciously real?

- better than letting go — nagi seishiro— @yoichiris

+summary : in which you start living with nagi when you have a massive crush on him

- effervescent — nagi seishiro— @saerins

+summary : it’s a little more difficult for nagi to realise his feelings compared to the average man.

- five dates and a proposal — michael kaiser— @by-moonflower

+summary : all it takes is five dates for kaiser to fall in love with you and you in him, much to your surprise

- corazón de melón — itoshi sae— @saetoshi

+summary : the one time you have a proper conversation with itoshi sae ends up unleashing a series of events you never imagined could’ve happened.

- always, eventually yours — itoshi sae— @saerins

+summary : you have a crush on sae. for a long time now. and he’s always known that. he just wants to see how long you can hold out.

- whole — itoshi sae— @saerins

+summary : sae has few interests, and one of them is you. but sometimes, being special just isn’t enough.

- real or not real — nagi seishiro— @kkaewrites

+summary : meet-ugly, enemies to lovers

drabbles

- stay — itoshi rin — @fuyuluvr

+summary : wherein your ex-boyfriend crashes drunk on your couch.

- sweets — mikage reo — @saetoru

+summary : introducing to you all: college au! rich boy! reo as your boyfriend—this time in your adventures, he tries a powdered donut for the first time

- sweet n pouty — nagi seishiro — @escapenightmare

+summary : in which you forget a little something from your boyfriend

- panda bear — nagi seishiro — @mitsies

+summary : nagi can't help but be jealous of your stuffed toy.

- post it, or don't — itoshi rin — @venusbby

+summary : your tired boyfriend is not a big fan of your spam account being filled with his overly cute photos.

- spider rin — itoshi rin — @tim-shii

+summary : self explanatory

- i dreamt you loved me (pt2) — nagi seishiro — @seishiroh

+summary : light angst. college!au. friends w/ benefits; mentions of sex & suggestive scenes. pining & kind of idiots in love.

- self checkout — nagi seishiro — @satorhime

+summary : nagi enjoys running errands if the two of you go together.

smau

- night changes — nagi seishiro — @piichuu

+summary : going to school is a difficult task, especially when your mental health is only worsening. but what if there was actually someone who could make you look forward to it every single day?

- take a chance — itoshi rin — @yoiseis

+summary : when your soulmate mark finally appears at the BLUE LOCK summer training camp, you're surprised to find that you're matched with a striker from another school. you're excited to fall in love, but unfortunately for you, itoshi rin does not believe in soulmates.

series

- between love and ego — itoshi rin — @lalunanymph

+summary : a foul-mouthed, aggressive, pro-soccer player on the verge of being disqualified from the biggest game of his life, is tossed into a fake relationship with a spoiled heiress to salvage their bad public reputation. what exactly could go wrong?

- if you like your coffee hot — itoshi sae — @strawberrypockybox

+summary : being surrounded by the smell of coffee sounds nice, but it’s awful when you’re also a college student. work was certainly not the place you thought you’d meet the guy that stole your heart.

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