#most of which i look forward to every day

[swanlakeoverture]

YOU GET ME SO HIGH | TOJI FUSHIGURO

cw: age gap (toji is thirties reader is twenties and in college), stoner! reader, mentions of drugs, flirting, reader is called a kid (she’s an adult), no use of yn, backshots, semi public fucking, raw sex, p in v, dom sub, degradation

summary: where toji is your plug

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The dingy gas station Toji works at hardly gets any customers at the time you show up. You like to pop in at the shift he takes, because you’re either in the middle of studying in your room and in need of a late night snack and an energy drink, or you can’t sleep and need someone to talk to.

Toji is very friendly with you. He’s quite gruff and to the point with the other customers that stroll in around the dead of night, because they’re usually creeps or frat boys from your college picking up condoms. He doesn’t like them because they have no respect. You’re very respectful, though. Always bouncing into his store with a sweet smile and a little gift for him.

You’re very crafty. Bringing him cookies you baked in your apartment, or paper flowers you learned to make using an online tutorial. He thinks you’re the cutest little princess ever.

When he asks why you make it for him, you just say that you wanted to brighten up his day. You know he works a few odd jobs and he’s raising a son, and you wanted to give him little things as a pick me up.

You’re the silver lining in his storm cloud, he tells you.

Toji hears you enter one cool winter evening when his store is completely empty. You come bouncing in with a big smile and your little earmuffs and coat and boots. You look so cute that he doesn’t even mind that you tracked snow and slush everywhere.

“Evenin’ little miss,” He drawls, leaning forward on the counter to watch you prance up to him. You come right up to the counter to stare up into his eyes. Yours are all big and doe-like and he swears they’ve always got this glassy look to them that makes them sparkle. You look like you could do no wrong.

It’s part of the reason why he feels so goddamn guilty giving you the sugary liquor you like from the fridges in the back or edibles or weed pens.

“Hiya Toji,” you chirp happily, coming to stand against the opposite side of the counter. “It’s so cold outside today, did you know? My fingers are all numb.” You wiggle your fingertips at him, pale from the lack of blood circulation, and he tuts. He likes to indulge you when you’re being fussy.

He takes them in his hands and lightly squeezes them and kisses the tips to get you warm.

“Where are your gloves, little lady? You walk all the way here and you can’t remember to bundle up?”

You whine at his scolding, and he laughs and tugs you towards him. “Such a baby.”

You giggle and lean in closer to him. He can smell the sweet perfume you wear and your body lotion. Fuck, you look and smell good enough to eat. But he can’t. You’re young and hes a loser single father with debts. You’re too good for him.

The thought makes him squeeze your hands a little tighter.

You squeak slightly, not wanting him to break your bones, and he apologizes gruffly. “ ‘M sorry lil lady. Just thinkin’ bout something.” He lets go of you so he doesn’t get carried away again.

“Brought anything nice for me this time?” He asks, tilting his head. To his disappointment, you pout and shake your head no.

“I was gonna make something special tonight, Toji,” You simper slightly. You’re giving him puppy eyes, so he knows you want something. A discount, or the stronger edibles, most likely.

“Yeah?” He humors you, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger, which makes you smile and bat your lashes at him. He groans. You have the sexiest mannerisms, and you don’t even know it. He feels like you put a spell on him every time you enter his damn shop. Messing with his head and you don’t even know it.

You lean your head into his hand, nodding. “Was gonna bake you cupcakes with special stuff inside it so you can come over sometime and we can have them and hang out! Thats fun, right?”

He leans back slightly, his eyes darkening as he watches you. He doesn’t really like that. How you suggest your first hangout with him would be when both of you are high. No. He’s supposed to take you to a pretty restaurant and spoil you, not… this.

“Weed cupcakes, huh?” he mutters, rubbing a scarred hand over his jaw. “Tch. That’s cute.”

You beam, clearly pleased with yourself. “Right? I thought it’d be fun! We can just chill at my place, get a little high, and—”

“Nah.” He cuts you off with a slow shake of his head, a frown still tugging at his lips. “I don’t think you should be usin’ that much, kiddo.”

“I’m not a kid, Toji,” You whine in a way that makes his heart and cock jump. He looks down at you through long lashes, watching the way your little hand curls around his thick forearm.

“Uh-huh,” he hums, shifting his weight against the counter. “And what happens when you take one bite too many, huh? Gonna cry to me about how you can’t feel your face and how loopy you are, lil’ girl? You needa cut back. Too much for you and your brain ain’t even fully formed yet.”

Your lips pout, and it’s so damn cute that Toji has to fight the urge to kiss you.

“Toji,” you whine, stepping closer, pressing your hand to the counter in front of him. “Come on. You’re overreacting. We’re just gonna hang out and have fun!”

“No. And I ain’t selling you no drugs anymore. It’s not good for you. You’re gonna fuck up everything and lose your chance at a nice degree and a flashy life.”

Your jaw slackens slightly. Where the hell is this coming from? He’s not selling you anything anymore? No one gives you the good prices he offers! Why is he doing this to you?

“Toji, don’t do this to me, this isn’t fair!” You whine, finally hopping over onto the other side of the counter now to press yourself against him.

His breath hitches “You’re really pushin’ it, sweetheart,” he mutters.

You just huff at him, tilting your head, fingers grabbing onto him tightly. “Pushing what, exactly?”

Toji’s eyes narrow slightly, his tongue clicking against his teeth. “This whole look at me, I’m so cute, let me get my way act,” he mocks, voice slow, drawling. “I know what you’re doin’.”

“I’m not doing anything,” You defend yourself firmly, leaning in closer. You feel like he’s denying you in multiple different ways and you don’t like it at all.

He steps back slightly and you follow him. He grunts, his head spinning from the scent of you and the way you’re so persistent and touchy with him. Didn’t your parents teach you not to be so trusting with older guys like him? You’re alone with him, and he could do anything to you. It seems like you’re either clueless or you don’t care.

“Please.” You whine, grabbing onto his shirt in little fists and twisting the fabric in your hands.

He scoffs and glares at you. His jaw tics, and his arms cross over one another so his muscles flex under the tight sleeves of his shirt, but you can feel the shift in his stance. Like hes starting to get pissed.

You don’t stop, though.

“Toji,” you mewl his name again, tilting your chin up, eyes big and pleading. “Come on… it’ll be fun. And you’ll be taking care of me! And we’ll be in my apartment, so it’s safe…”

His jaw clenches. His eyes flick down, watching the way your fingers dance along his stomach, over muscle, teasing at the edge of his shirt.

Toji grabs your wrists.

It’s not rough, but it’s firm. Like he’s giving you one last chance to back down.

Your breath stutters as he stares down at you, sharp eyes searching your pretty face. His grip tightens slightly, calloused fingers pressing against your skin.

“…You don’t get tired of this, do ya?” he mutters, voice hushed.

You blink up at him, lips parting. “Tired of what?”

You're not letting up, Toji notices. "Stubborn lil' girl. What do I get out of it, hm? Givin' you this shit for dirt cheap just 'cause you're pretty as sin. What am I gettin' outta this, hm?"

"Anything you want," You nuzzle his broad chest and stare up at him.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ⋆

Toji didn't know if you meant this when you said you'd do anything, but things had escalated and neither of you wanted to stop.

He has you bent over in the storage room with your tummy and tits pressed flat against the table. Your cheek is smushed against it too, your plump lips leaking a thin strip of drool onto the smooth wood.

You can’t stop the whines that spill from your lips as he shoves his cock deep inside you, strokes hard and rough enough to make your fat ass bounce with each thrust. "Ah, fuck... squeezin' me so tight, you lil brat," Toji groans, burying his head into your neck as he thrusts into you, panting at the way your walls clamp down on his long, thick cock.

"Thought you were so innocent, ma, comin' into my store with your ngh, fucking cookies and your flowers and givin' me fuckin' kisses on my cheek..." his words are brought with a rough slap to your ass. You keen, pussy creaming around him even more as you dig your nails into the table to keep yourself upright.

He's so deep inside of you, and his balls slapping against your swollen clit is starting to make your head swirl even more.

You can't tell if he's mad at you or not. He's fucking you like he is.

Toji's large hands grip your hips and guide them back against him with each thrust so you're fucking yourself on his dick. "Shit, kiddo. Throwin' that ass back like a fucking slut."

The table trembles underneath the two of you as Toji splits your poor little hole in half on his cock. Each thrust made spots appear in your vision as you mewl and tremble under him. He grabs your jaw from behind you and slides two thick fingers into your mouth.

"Atta girl, sweetness, use that tongue. fuckk..." He throbs inside you, watching the way your pussy sucks him back in every time he tries to pull back. You squeeze him like you were made for him. Makes him wanna put a baby in you.

You gasp when he drives forward hard, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes tears of pleasure spring to your eyes, and you suck on his fingers hard so you don't scream.

He keeps fucking his cock against that gummy, soft spot in you, angling his body so he can hit your g-spot over and over, and within seconds, you're creaming around his cock, a loud whine leaving your lips as your clear juices coat his thighs and cock.

He nearly cums on the spot at the way you make a mess on him like some silly mutt with no self control and how hard you clench down when you're cumming, but he has a little more self control and stamina than you. "Shit, feels s'good, princess, good girl, keep squeezin' me jus' like that,"

He grabs your hips hard with one hand and takes his fingers out of your mouth to grope at your tits, flicking your pebbled nipple and pinching it between the rough pads of his fingers.

"Anh, Toji!" You scream, " 'S too much, ngh," You wail and babble, overstimulated, but he just grunts and squeezes you tighter. He pulls on your nipple and pinches it lightly. "You can take it. Aint you the one tellin' me I can do whatever I want to you? Well I wanna fuck this pussy as much as I goddamn please."

He swats your ass again, hilting himself inside you repeatedly with each thrust not stopping until his heavy balls slap lewdly against your puffy clit.

Your pussy's swollen with overstimulation, and it's tightening up and is real sloppy around his cock. You're so wet he nearly slips out of you a few times. "Nasty little pussy you got, little girl," Toji says, pounding you like a fucktoy.

Toji's heavy cock plunges into your sopping pussy with each thrust, creating squelching sounds as your juices stir up against his in a mess. "Fuck, this pussy's gonna be the death of me, sweetness, grippin' me like a goddamn vice and soakin' my cock," He groans, throwing his head back. Your fucking pussy makes him crazy.

He stretches your poor puffy pussy to it's limits, driving desperate moans from you that grow louder the dumber he makes you. Thick strands of your cum cling to his cock as your walls ripple around him as he fucks into your overstuffed cunt, your puffy lips kissing his slicked cock. "Look at you. You wanted this so bad, didn’t you? Actin’ all sweet just to get your way. Hah...cute. Can barely handle me, princess. And you think you can handle all that weed? Hah. Fuckin’ adorable."

You whine as he pounds you, his cock filling your pussy and hitting the gummy barrier of your womb with every other thrust. "Mmf... y-yeah I can... To-toji," You slur. " 'M a big girl,"

He laughs and leans his front onto your back and hooks his arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock as he stands you upright and pounds into you.

The new position makes you scream, and makes you feel even more full. You can see the way your tummy plumps up around the outline of his big cock, stretching into your womb.

Your head lolls and he pushes down on your tummy. You cry out and cum again, and he groans and splurts inside of you, dumping heavy loads of cream inside your used pussy. "Fuckkk, that's right princess, milk my fuckin' cock... God, best pussy I had in a long ass time."

He nips on your ear as you sway and lean back on your chest, licking along the lobe and shoving you back on the table as he continues, fucking his cum back into you after stuffing you full and breeding you.

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[organic-bloodbath]

Could you do a Dae ho fic where the (fem)reader is pretty emotionless, but she still joins gi-hun's group. then like once she meets dae ho she's just very bluntly like "I like, you are mine, I'm protecting you" and continues to threaten people that cause issues to dae ho and only really listens when he tells her to do something

I think it would be cute to see dae ho really flustered by that

Kimchi

Dae-ho x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox like forever am sorry. Hope it's okay 🫶🏻

☆☆☆

The first time Dae-ho saw you was during the Red Light, Green Light game on your first day. You were standing a few metres ahead of him, he could see you during the entire game and for some reason couldn't get his eyes off you. That much you stood out of the other players.

When people started running around in total panic and were getting shot, you didn't even flinch – not one bit. You stayed completely still as if you were standing alone at a bus stop waiting for the next bus, while Dae-ho's entire body was trembling in fear.

Whenever it was time to move towards the finish line again, you only goofed and played around as you ran forward, once doing a pirouette in the air and landing on one foot, reminding Dae-ho of a figure skater, just when the doll turned around to scan the area. You didn't look like you were taking this seriously at all, while people were getting killed all around you.

Only someone with a death wish or no will to live would act like that.

But somehow, you managed to reach the finish line in time, even faster than majority of the other players. You sat on the ground, cross-legged while the players on the other side were shot. Again, it was like you were deaf and didn't hear the gunshots at all and was watching merely a theatre act play out in front of you.

You were so unbothered it disturbed Dae-ho but also made him intrigued what made you to be that way – unless it was purely a personality trait of yours which you had been born with.

☆☆☆

You sat cross-legged on the floor, looking at the players around you, who were asking to join to other people's group and trying to form groups of five. You were still by yourself, not really sure who you should approach. So, you didn't.

Soon, a man approached you, standing next to you.

"We're missing one more player. Would you like to join us?" he asked.

You turned your head upwards to look at him. It was player 456. The same old guy who had screamed at the others during the first game how you were all going to die if you moved even an inch.

"Why should i?" you asked.

"Well, you seem to be alone and time's running out soon," he pointed out.

Even though he had looked like a crazy person in the field yesterday, he had been right of the purpose of these games. Thinking about it right now, he felt like a safe option to group up with.

"Hm," you hummed. "Where's your group then?"

456 pointed towards a group of three men who were looking towards you. So, at least strength wouldn't be a problem, if that was required during the game. Not that you'd call yourself weak at all.

"Alright," you agreed and got up, walking past 456 to his group without another word, not even glancing back at him.

You looked at the men sitting on the floor one by one, your gaze landing on the youngest one.

"Hey, you're cute," you stated and stepped closer to the player 388, sitting next to him. "What's your name?"

"Um, Kang Dae-ho," he introduced himself, cheeks turning slightly pink for the compliment. He was handsome, anyone with eyes could tell as much.

"I like that," you grinned.

While you waited for your group's turn to play, Dae-ho gathered a few stones from the ground to practice gonggi to warm himself up beforehand.

You watched him playing with the rocks, able to catch most of them but failing once in a while. Every time he failed, his hand started shaking, and he inhaled a deep breath to calm himself down. You liked to see him all concentrated, brows knitted together.

Dae-ho finally succeeded to pass one of the tries, joy and relief clear on his face. He had a really nice smile. He put the rocks down on the ground and turned his head towards you, not having fully realized how you had been staring at him the entire time. Gi-hun and Young-il hadn't been paying attention to him more than with a few glances, wanting to give him peace to practice.

"Hope i get it right a little faster during the actual game," Dae-ho nervously chuckled.

"You will," you nodded. "But no stress, it's really fine by me whether you win or lose."

"What do you mean?" he asked, furrowing his brows in confused manner.

"Personally i don't care if i live or die," you shrugged, turning your face towards the group which was playing now. Fifteen seconds left. "I guess it would be kind of nice to live though. I still have many seasons of different TV shows i want to see before i die."

Dae-ho examined your face silently for a moment. Then, the time ran out and the guards shot all the members of the group which had lost.

"Why don't you care about that?" Dae-ho asked a little while after the shootings had quieted down.

"Hm?"

"Living or dying," he specified.

"I don't have anything to live for, really," you explained, your face showing no emotion at all. The expression on your face could be same when you'd talk about something boring and meaningless. "But don't worry, i'll do my best to win this game and let you live."

Your words were meant to calm Dae-ho down but they didn't do the job entirely well. Relaxing and calming down other people wasn't one of your strengths at all, it never had been. Most of the times you managed to upset people even more than to cheer them up.

Finally, it was your group's turn to play. You were the last ones to play, so the waiting had felt like forever.

All of your feet were locked with each other, and you had to put a lot of effort on making sure you'd walk in sync to prevent yourselves from collapsing on the floor.

You weren't sure which one of the five of you was at fault – certainly not you, at least –, but after two games all five of you fell on the floor. It was surprisingly hard to get up. You wanted to curse the person who stumbled in his feet and tripped, causing a chain reaction.

"You okay?" Dae-ho asked and offered his hand to you, helping you up.

"Yeah, fine," you mumbled, letting go of his hand when you were standing again and gained back your balance.

Eventually you managed to pass all the mini games and crossed the finish line just in time.

"Good job, everyone," Gi-hun congratulated, looking at every member of the team one by one like a proud father would look at his children, you included.

☆☆☆

After the voting that evening, Dae-ho was approached by three men who didn't look satisfied at all. The player 124 grabbed the collar of Dae-ho's shirt and pushed him against the wall.

"You changed your vote to X, huh?" the player 124 stated, a furious glint in his eyes. "Wrong move, my man."

"Listen, there's no need for –," Dae-ho started peacefully but his efforts weren't going to work. Dae-ho didn't want to start a fight with no reason, but the player 124 wasn't the type of person to only talk arguments out and solve the problems with his tongue, no. He had a way different kind of temper compared to Dae-ho.

"I'm not going home because your loser ass was too coward to play one more game," 124 growled. "So, tomorrow–"

"Back the fuck off," you yelled, marching towards the guys. 124 let go of Dae-ho and turned towards you.

124 glanced back at Dae-ho, crossing his arms against his chest. "What, your little girlfriend is going to save you, huh?" 124 scoffed. "You let her fight instead of being man enough to do it by yourself?" He started laughing like a maniac.

You stepped right in front of him, lifting your chin a little to be able to look into his eyes.

"I'll give you one warning," you threatened with a calm and sweet voice. "Leave him alone or you'll regret it."

A cocky smirk spread on his face.

"And what are you going to do about it if i won't?" 124 asked, the tone of his voice like he was talking to a mere child. "You-"

You kicked him right into his crotch as hard as you could, making him whine and fold in half. When his head was bent low enough, you did one more kick on his face, sending him flying backwards until his back hit the floor. He was holding his bleeding nose which was surely broken.

Two hands grabbed your shoulders behind you, pulling you towards them.

"Fucking psycho bitch!" he shouted as his friends helped him back up. His fingers were being dyed bright red.

Dae-ho only looked at you and the player 124 with wide eyes, not expecting you to attack him like that. By just looking at you, he would have never guessed you could take down a man in just a few seconds.

Dae-ho felt his cheeks burning up, not sure what to do. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty of someone getting hurt because he was being protected. Even though 124 was an asshole. Nobody had ever beat someone up for him.

Especially not a gorgeous girl like you – that made Dae-ho even more flustered.

"Come on, let's go," Dae-ho whispered into your ear – afraid you'd explode if he spoke too loudly at the moment – and started pulling you away with him before the player 124 would be fully on his feet again.

When you were alone, you turned to face Dae-ho whose cheeks were still red.

"Did they hurt you?" you asked, taking his head in your hands and turned his face side to side to see any bruises or cuts but luckily found none.

Dae-ho took a hold on your wrists, stopping whatever you were doing.

"I'm fine," Dae-ho assured you. "Just, promise me to stay away from them?" He nodded towards the direction where you had just come from. He was afraid those men would come back to you when you'd least expect it and beat you up twice as bad.

"But i don't want them to touch you," you stated.

"Promise me, Y/N," Dae-ho repeated seriously, now putting more weight on his words. "Don't start pissing them off even more."

"Fine," you said, sounding annoyed and rolling your eyes.

"Have you practiced taekwondo or where did you learn to kick like that?" Dae-ho asked.

You let Dae-ho guide you back to Gi-hun and Young-il's company, sitting on the floor nearby them.

"Ever since i was 11 years old," you admitted. "Have to be able to protect yourself somehow."

Dae-ho was curious if you had a specific reason to make sure you would be able to protect yourself growing up or if it was only a useful hobby. You noticed his suspicious look, analyzing it a lot different than what he was actually thinking.

"What, just because i'm smaller than you i'm not able to defend myself?" you scoffed, sounding highly offended.

Dae-ho's eyes widened. "No, no that's not, i didn't mean it like that," he quickly stuttered.

"You're cute when you panic," you stated, causing Dae-ho to blush.

You let out a laugh, making Dae-ho confused.

Stop calling me cute, Dae-ho thought. It was making him nervous. That kind of nervous only you would be able to cause him to feel out of all these players there right now. A small part of him did want you to call him cute one more time, but that would be such a weird request.

☆☆☆

During Mingle, you stood next to Dae-ho in the large carousel, your other teammates near you as well. You grabbed Dae-ho's hand without even looking at him, like it was the most natural thing to do for you, keeping your fingers tightly between his.

Dae-ho looked at you without a word. You noticed his stare from the corner of your eye and turned your face towards him.

"What?" you asked.

He quickly glanced at your hands, not sure what to say.

"Oh, is this okay?" you asked. "I just don't want to lose the sight of you."

"Yeah, it's alright," Dae-ho replied and gave you a smile, tightening his grip in your hand.

You couldn't see his cheeks turn a little pink in this lighting, but he sure felt his face becoming warmer. He felt like a child being looked after by a temperamental mother – although he didn't hate having someone take care of him and make sure he was okay.

You were giving him extremely mixed feelings he had to battle with all by himself.

The room became a massive chaos whenever it was time to choose a certain amount of people for your group. Each round you were with different people, except you and Dae-ho. You held his hand the entire time, not letting him wander away from you. You had decided by yourself to be a package deal – either you both died or both lived. Dae-ho didn't seem to refuse your company either, not pulling his hand away no matter how sweaty his palm had become.

It was time to choose a room in pairs, and you didn't have to hesitate even a second who to choose to join you. You instantly started leading Dae-ho towards one of the rooms and got inside one without too many issues.

When the door was locked and you were safe, you watched through the gap on the door how the guards shot the remaining players who hadn't been able to get into safety. It made you wonder which game would be the one where they shot you dead if you didn't get back home first.

"Can i ask you something?" Dae-ho asked behind you, almost startling you. "If i'm not being too nosy."

You turned around and stepped next to him.

"Why don't you care about dying?"

You looked at him with furrowed brows. "Why should i? It's only natural."

"Don't you have, i don't know, anyone in your life you'd miss? Or what you'd miss doing?"

"I'm not religious, Dae-ho. I can't miss anything when i don't exist anymore," you explained but then thought about it for a moment. "Well, I suppose i'd miss eating kimchi."

"Kimchi?"

"Yeah, my mom used to make the best kimchi when i was little," you smiled. "And there's one place which serve the second best kimchi, right after my mom of course."

Smile spread on Dae-ho's face as well when he saw you smiling. Even though Dae-ho hadn't known you longer than a few days, he figured it took effort to pull a smile out of you.

"My mom's been gone for a long time though. I don't have any family left anymore. My friends abandoned me too," you admitted, smile completely faded from your lips now, words becoming quieter as well. "And I have no money, i was kicked out from my apartment because i couldn't pay rent anymore."

You shook your head and turned around, not able to face him right now.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to start rambling like that," you apologized and tried to back away from Dae-ho. He gently grabbed your wrist, keeping you close to him.

"It's okay. I like to hear you ramble." You looked at him surprised. "I'll take you for some kimchi when we go home," Dae-ho suggested.

"I don't need pity kimchi," you laughed.

"It's not pity," he said with half a smile. "I'd like to get to know you better and see what's under that tough shell you keep up. Find the part of you which would prefer to live."

You felt your cheeks warming up a little, just hoping your skin wouldn't turn too noticeably pink. Nobody had wanted to get to know you in a long time. In several years. You had gotten used to the fact that you didn't have friends who cared about you and your wellbeing. You weren't very approachable either, you were very well aware of that.

The door unlocked itself right then, interrupting your conversation which you suddenly didn't want to end. You wanted to stay here just a little while longer, just the two of you out of everyone else's sight. One more moment alone.

Neither of you moved for a moment, waiting for the other leave first.

"I doubt they'll feed us kimchi tonight but i'd still like to eat with you," Dae-ho suggested. "You could tell me more about your other favorite foods or the TV shows you wanted to watch before dying?"

You were still a little hesitant at first, but ended up nodding, a slowly growing smile on your lips. "Okay."

[enzosbabyangel]

hi so I’ve had this idea for a while and I feel like you’d write it very very well- so like- Fred and George x shy reader. Like shy as in like kind but shy. Like Snow White kinda personality. also like THICK. like as in ass/tits. I FEEL LIKE THEYD FALL HARD. but anyway- reader is best friends with Harry Ron and hermione and basically has always been their bestie since first year. when Ron first introduced her to the twins she fell hard but was too shy to say anything. They asked her out in her second year , she said yes, but they kept the relationship with her secret Cus well…two guys and a girl. people will talk. Anyway- fast forward to order of the phoenix era. They’re ducking her down and RON WALKS IN- uh- everyone knows now.

I dunno I thought it’d be fun :P

☆｡° Ron walking in on you, Fred ‘n George

cw: 18+!, mdni, light smut, poly relationship, getting walked in on by Ron, Molly might be a bit ooc, i don’t really remember her personality since i started overthinking it 😅

a/n: i really liked this idea lmao, i love getting reqs for the weasleys, specially George ‘n Fred 🤭 i’d be their secret gf any day 🤍 hope you enjoy anon !! it was indeed fun to write :)

You met your best friends, Ron, Hermione and Harry in your first year. Having met them after you all got off the express when you bumped into Hermione. Stuttering out quick apologies, the two of you becoming best friends after that, which eventually included Ron and Harry after a couple weeks.

When Ron introduced you to his two, twin older brothers, Fred and George Weasley, you fell for them instantly. Especially with how they couldn’t help but tease you for your shy nature.

You’d be lying if you said the subtle differences in their personalities wasn’t what drew you in the most- asides from both of them being attractive. George was a hint more polite and empathetic. Fred more chaotic and more of the instigator, it was a nice blend.

They eventually asked you out in your second year, themselves having a ‘bit’ of an interest in you. You were unlike all of Ron’s friends, you were sometimes baffling kind, even to those such as Draco Malfoy, and you were shy- barely talking when you’d go over to the burrow. They also weren’t stupid, it was clear as day that you liked them. The way your cheeks would flush when they spoke to you and you’d constantly divert eye contact, the few times they’d catch you looking at them, told them all they needed to know. And most of all, you were pretty, and your beauty just got more and more evident as you guys grew up.

It was no surprise when you agreed. Though the twins both decided it would be best to keep the relationship secret. Not because they were embarrassed of you. Not just because you were one of their younger brother’s best friends, but also because they knew how unusual a relationship with two males and a singular girl is. It’s better to just avoid having unnecessary rumours and opinions circling around.

You guys managed to keep your relationship secret for years. Which perhaps got to the brother’s heads, as they got more and more reckless and comfortable every year.

“S’too much-“ You mewl, eyes scrunched shut and toes curling as George fucked your pretty cunt and Fred fucked your tight ass. Having previously cum twice. The brothers claiming that they wanted to see how long you could stay quiet, the three of you in Fred and George’s unlocked bedroom.

“Oh c’mon sweetheart, you can take it.” George reassured, lips trailing kisses along your neck. The more sympathetic sibling trying hard not to practically moan at the feeling of your plump tits rocking back and forth against his chest due to the other twins thrusts.

“You have a million times before.” Fred added with a chuckle. Slightly out of breath as he rocked into you at a faster pace than Fred. His larger hand coming up to grab both of your wrists and pull them back. His eyes hazy as he watched the way your ass bounced with his thrusts. “Yet your pretty lil ass always feels so tight.” He chuckled out again, placing a light slap to your ass just to watch the flesh jiggle.

A pathetic sounding whined escaped your throat, thighs clenching together more as you attempted to close your eyes even more. Feeling embarrassed at his inappropriate words. However just before you could respond, another, out of place voice replied for you.

“What the bloody hell?!” The all to familiar voice shrieked, causing the two men’s movements to halt and all of your guys’s eyes to widen.

“Ron?! have you heard of bloody knocking?!” Fred Finally let out after a couple seconds of shock. His typical smug confidence replaced with embarrassment as he grabbed his blanket and pulled it up to hide his and Freds bare bottoms and your own naked body sandwiched in between.

Rons mouth fell agape at his older brothers audacity, but quickly looked away, simply walking out while uttering one final, sarcastic and bewildered response. “Sorry i didn’t expect to walk in on my older brothers shagging one of my best friends!”

Once the sound of the door slamming close reverberated in the room you almost felt tears swelling in your eyes. Both in worry of your friendship with Ron and embarrassment. Which, of course, Fred immediately noticed.

“Hey hey, cut it out with the tears darling.” He quickly reassured despite his own embarrassment, reaching down to wipe the tears away before they could fall far.

George spoke next, pulling his now soft cock out of you as you he wrapped his arms around you in a form of a hug. They both knew you incredibly well, so they knew what you were worried about without you even voicing it.

And they also knew Ron, so they didn’t feel as worried as you, so now it was a matter of trying to get you to realize that. “Yeah pretty. You worried ‘bout Ron’s reaction? don’t be.” George said simply, running one hand in small up and down motions on your back.

“How do you know he won’t hate me?” You asked, swallowing shakily in as you spoke. Your mind immediately thinking up all of the worst case scenarios.

“Hmm let’s see.. he’s our brother and we know him?” Fred teased with a grin, though there was still a softness in his voice as he rubbed your cheek softly.

“He’ll be upset for a bit.. maybe ignore you a bit. It’ll be awkward at dinner tonight no doubt… maybe cause a bit of a scene. But trust me, he’ll get over it.” Fred reassured, confident in his words. Not bothering to lie and say that Ron will immediately be over it.

You let out a sound of thought, thinking about Fred’s words. You knew that sounded like Ron and was most likely what was going to happen, but you were an overthinker.

“Promise?” You let out after a couple seconds of living in your thoughts.

“Promise.” Fred and George both said in unison, the confidence and the solidity in their words helping you feel more at peace.

“Ok..” You let out with a soft smile, letting out a deep breath as you glanced at Fred then George.

You all were now sat at the dinner table. Molly talking away while you awkward looked downwards at your lap. You fork twirling in the pasta that Molly made for dinner tonight. Fred managed to act as if all was normal, though he still had an underlying hint of awkwardness. Evident in the way he’d avoid Ron’s eyes. George was much like you, cracking jokes like Fred but not really looking up from his food.

Ron on the other hand was taking times giving you all disgusted glares occasionally before looking back down at his own food. The tension in the air was palpable despite how everyone tried to ignore it. Harry awkwardly rubbing his hands on his pants as he observed the awkwardness in the room.

The only sounds in the room was Molly’s chatter as she attempted to ease the awkwardness in the room. Finally sitting down to enjoy her own food.

“So how is everyone?” Hermione eventually asks, her eyes roaming over the faces that she’s come to recognize and -usually- feel greatly comfortable with among the years.

Molly smiled as Hermione spoke, opening her mouth to speak before being cut off by Ron. “Bloody amazing… i bet Y/N, Fred ‘n George feel real amazing too.”

He spoke, his words dripping with sarcasm which added to the tension in the room. Everyone’s eyes going to the three of you as Ron gave you all his typical, bitter nasty look. Fred choking on his noodles while your cheeks heated up. George simply scrunching his eyes shut as if something abruptly dropped.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley!” Molly scolded among seeing the look Ron dared to give to you guys. Smacking his arm lightly with her napkin.

Ron’s attitude didn’t budge though, instead shifting his arm away from the napkin slightly as he spoke. Giving away enough but not too much. “Please, you’d be disgusted too if you saw them doing what i saw.” He emphasized the last words.

Everyone’s eye’s diverted back to the three of you’s shameful faces. Your fork stilling in between your fingers as you felt their gazes bore into your down-warded head.

“So.. what happened?” Harry muttered, voice laced with confusion and slight hesitance, unsure if he really wanted to know.

“Uh..” 

“Yeah guys ‘what happened?’”

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[zoieru]

☁︎ Lazy ~

Slow, lazy sex with Jing Yuan ☁︎ cw: NSFW CONTENT, afab slightly sassy reader. Softtt, teasing, down bad Jing Yuan. Estab- relationship. One use of 'my love', use of 'pussy' and 'cunt'. Missionary, cum play(?). It's very natural and domestic. Jing Yuan focus (this is basically a 'wouldnt jing yuan fucking you slowly and sensually be so hot' post) not proofread

"mmh stop teasin'." A hum escaped your lips as your eyes drift down his tan skin, those chest and abs, all the way down to where his pretty cock was running back and forth achingly slow over your folds which parted like petals either side of his reddened tip.

"I'm not teasing. I'm enjoying. I have been unable to spend time with you, properly, in days. Can't a man take his time feeling his love on him again?" His voice dripped, even more honeyed than usual, curling around you and sucking you into his dreamy like embrace. Jing Yuan was sat back a little on his haunches as he rolled his hips rather languidly, long eyelashes concealing the hints of gold of his eyes half lidded and watching the way his glossy tip parted you as if it was the most erotic sight in the world. To be honest it was quite the sight from here, so you could only imagine, with a touch of envy, how good it would be from up there.

You stayed quiet for a few moments, the only sounds in your bedroom the occasional wet squish of his ministrations, and the gentle huffs of breath and little moans you both let out as his tip caught on your clit. While it was driving you a little crazy, you also loved to watch him watch you, taking his time like this, observing himself doing this with that look on his face, the dusting of pink on his tanned cheeks, that little fucking smirk on those lips. That sight was worth the biting of your lip to stop asking him to hurry up. He loved you, loved pleasing you, that was enough to get off on alone.

After a few moments he looked up at you through his eyelashes, eyes gleaming golden in the soft warm sunlight streaming through the window. That damn smirk. "Mh, you're being rather patient. Haven't lost my touch, have I?"

"Jing Yua-an," your voice broke a touch as his cock caught gently on your clit again. "You wanted me to let you take your time, stop complaining and fuck me already," a pout touched your lips as you looked up at him, rather unconvincing in his opinion. But he loved that damn pout on you.

He leaned over you more, a warm sensual chuckle escaping his lips as he supported his weight with his arms either side of your head, leaving his cock resting teasingly across your mound and lower stomach. A tease, is what he was. And he'd get away with it too. One hand came up and poked your little pout, eyes crinkling with faint lusty mischief. "Ah. It seems I spoke too soon. I suppose I have been rather cruel to you hm? I'll make it up to you."

The hand from your lip made a path down your skin, large slightly rough hand drifting over your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his palm, your ribs and waist, eyes half lidded with affection and desire, fixed on yours as it moved. It left you only to let his fingers slip over the base of his cock, which was achingly hard from teasing himself just as much as you.

He did what he usually did, his lips meeting yours in a soft wet kiss as his tip poked and then dipped gently into your pussy, the warmth and subtle pressure making your breath hitch. He hummed deeply, contentedly, into your mouth as he let his hips roll forward and his cock slowly push into you. While cliche, it really did feel like coming home to a certain extent, the feeling of his cock filling you making you feel somewhat whole. A breathy moan escaped your pinkened lips into his own as he sank deeper, taking his time as he did with most things. He was a man in no rush, not with you, he took every single second he could to relish in your shared sensation, forcing you to do so along with him, something rather frustrating but more intoxicating.

He let out a soft low moan as he bottomed out, shifting his hips side to side just a little as if to get as deep as he could, finally parting from your lips and looking down at where he'd disappeared inside you, fluffy hair cascading over his shoulders and onto your breasts. You gasped, the wiggle letting him just kiss your cervix, and his eyes returned to you with a little smug chuckle. "Better?" He teased, voice low and sensual.

"Mph…better," you murmured, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him nestled so deep inside you, inside that you were convinced were probably shaped like him to be honest.

"I'll always take care of you, you know. Patience, they say, is a-"

"'S'cuse me, I'm here to fuck, not to receive a lecture, General. Get on with it," you interrupted, rather sassily, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. His eyes softened and he chuckled, smile stirring the butterflies in your stomach around his cock.

"Manners are also a virtue, by the way…" He teased, voice dripping with sensual teasing, just as you opened your mouth to make another snarky quip, he pulled his hips back, his thick cock sliding out of you until just the tip was left, and then pushed it steadily back in all the way to the hilt, making your voice halt in your throat. He smirked at your little glare, as you tried to still maintain some semblance of defiance as he fucked his cock into you just how he knew drove you crazy. He was so annoying, and you were so ridiculously in love.

His pace continued, not slow, but definitely not fast, steadily and sensually rolling his cock into your cunt, sinking into its cosy core with soft low little moans that always drove you crazy when he did them. Your own joined his, breathy little noises of pleasure, of affection, as he fucked you. His head leaned down again to capture your lips, body weight shifting as his left hand disappeared again and found itself between your thighs, his fingers first brushing over where your pussy stretched around his length, before settling onto your clit with his rough thumb. You let out a soft needy little mewl of surprise and pleasure as he worked small gorgeous little circles into the nub, making you wiggle and roll your hips as he continued to fuck into you, unravelling you and any defiance you had left that might have been wanting to make a sarcastic comment or two.

He hummed, with amused affection and lust, parting from your lips to open those golden eyes, flicking between yours half lidded with pleasure as he smiled. "You're so beautiful like this." He murmured, which just the thought of seemed to shift something, as then his little low sounds became more breathy, lifting in pitch, his eyes closing as he buried his face in your neck as his pace quickened, cock pushing deep with each thrust that was a touch sharper than the next with his increasing pleasure.

Your hands came to his hair, his upper back, running along him as he fucked into you, almost soothing him through the pleasure, coaxing out his high. He groaned into the skin on your neck, breath warm and moist, as your nails ran gently over his skin, through his hair, and his hips began to stutter as they rocked into you, thrusts previously so measured and steady now stuttered with pleasure and overwhelm.

His hand on your clit shifted to your hip almost to steady himself, his neck bending slightly so he could look at him sinking into you beneath him. With the next kiss of your cervix, you felt his thick tip twitch, and his warm body shudder into yours with a deep honeyed moan as he came, warm spurts of his seed deeply pooling around his cock nestled inside you as he stilled, riding out his high. Your hands ran over his gently heaving back, a soft hum filling your lips as you relished in the feeling of him filling you slowly with his warmth.

His weight shifted into you more as he let his breathing slow again, his thumb running small circles just above your hip as he came down. He lifted his head a little after a few moments, a sleepy little satisfied expression on his gorgeous face, hair all mussed from the pleasure. "Mmh, I've missed that," he mumbled, planting little messy kisses over your jaw and cheekbone like a cat licking you.

You felt a giggle rise to your lips and raised an eyebrow slightly, face looking satisfied and quite fucked out yourself, still relishing in the comfort of his cock still deep inside you. "What, shutting me up with pleasure?" You teased, voice soft and sleepy too.

He laughed warmly, raising his own eyebrow and cocking his head slightly, his hair over his shoulder tickling your cheek. "That, too, of course. But I was mostly talking about you, in general, my love. And making love to you." He hummed, eyes softening as they flitted over your expression.

After finishing his sleepy kiss attack by planting one on the tip of your nose, making it scrunch cutely, he pulled back on his haunches again, golden eyes falling onto where your bodies were connected once more. Now the sight was…decidedly more erotic.

"That's so…" He murmured, before rocking his hips back a little and then pushing his cock, softened only a touch, back in, making the gorgeous mixture of your essences ooze out of you around his shaft. His eyes darkened as he did it, a soft smirk playing at his lips as his gaze found yours once more. "That is a sight, one I never tire of," he said, voice a touch rougher with the reignited arousal.

For a few moments he fucked his cum into you gently, watching as it coated his glistening cock and the edges of your cunt, white and thick, gathering around the tip as he pushed it in and out of you languidly. You shifted a little with soft noises with the slight overstimulation, but adored him watching him fuck his own release into you like it was the prettiest thing.

"You're so gorgeous when you do that," you muttered, a sleepy sort of smile playing at your lips to match the heady mix of affection and lust you felt in this moment. He chuckled once more, almost cheeky, before shifting forward again, bottoming out, and settling his body into yours comfortably on the bed.

"We are staying here a while," he stated, muffled by his face nuzzled into both your neck and a pillow. Which resulted in a little laugh from you. Your arms wrapped around him gently, stroking little patterns on his upper back.

"Of course," you murmured, planting a little kiss on the side of his head.

masterlist ~

[roukabi]

hi sorry I'm relatively new to mh. what in the world is an edw

SPOILERS FOR MHWILDS UNDER THE CUT

the edw (short for Equal Dragon Weapon) is none other than THIS BAD BOY

Ain't she a beauty? This is the original concept art for the Equal Dragon Weapon (Wyvern Machine Soldier in Japanese, an equally badass name). It was an idea creating during development for the first Monster Hunter game, back when it was a generic fantasy rpg. Splash text next to this image reads,

"The Equal Dragon Weapon was discovered in some ruins, an ancient storage facility. It is possibly the only remaining weapon of war from the age of the Great Dragon War. This man-made dragon was pieced together using parts harvested from over thirty mature dragons.

"However artificial, the Equal Dragon Weapon boasts a might comparable to any living dragon. Its physical strength, endurance, and firepower are said to have posed the most relevant threat to the dragons during the ancient war.

"The technology behind crafting an Equal Dragon Weapon reached its pinnacle during the Great Dragon Wars, but that technology, along with the great dragon hunters of the day (ancestors of the modern day monster hunters), were not destined to last. The humans engaged the dragons in a war of epic scale, with both sides fighting valiantly and viciously until they were simultaneously brought to the brink of extinction."

It's a lot to take in that only scratches the surface of the Ancient Civilization, but most MH fans didn't worry about it. While the Ancient Civ gets mentioned from time to time in-game (Artian armor, Tower map, the Dragonator, etc), the EDW was only a concept created back during Monster Hunter's generic fantasy era. The thing itself was never mentioned in any of the games, nor the Great Dragon War. It was just kind of a white whale for lore lovers to cheer about whenever a glimpse of a mechanical monster appeared (see Ahtal-Neset, and how fans wondered if this was the EDW, when it was in fact the second phase of Ahtal-Ka's fight). Furthermore, with the ecologically-driven direction MH took post-MHGU, something as gruesome and fantastical as the EDW just didn't seem to fit. I had hope, though. The idea of this horrific, unnatural 'monster', without so much as a face, strewn together by parts from entire families of dragons, lying dormant as an ultimate weapon, is freaky as fuck. It's freaky for a generic fantasy game and even FREAKIER for a Monster Hunter game in which every animal you see is rooted in some kind of realism. I guess it's the grossness of it all that captivates me.

Now that was 21 years ago. Flash forward to the week of February 28th, 2025.

With the release of Wilds, pretty much everything about the Equal Dragon Weapon, from the War to the Ancient Civ's treatment of monsters, is mostly canon. 'Mostly', as in, the same lore with a fresh coat of paint. This is what our Equal Dragon Weapon looks like now:

It's an interesting combination of an angel/demon dichotomy and what appears to be an undercoat of Fatalis parts. During the fight, the player's Hunter reacts in horror to Zoh Shia's black flesh, implying that Zoh Shia is an amalgamation of Black Dragon parts (and further implying that the player's Hunter has fought a Black Dragon before). Notice how there are no mechanical parts on Zoh Shia; as previously mentioned, MH is taking a more ecologically-sound direction and therefore the creation of constructs like Guardians and Zoh Shia are more natural. Instead of steel and metal, the Ancient Civilization used Wylk/Wyvern Milk.

I'll admit I miss the graphic frankenstein'd metal monstrosity, but Zoh is still pretty awesome. And all the lore that people said was from a bygone era of MH? Canon. Canon canon canon! It's so Wild(s) checking back on the MH Wiki and seeing the Ancient Civilization page get updated with canonizing information.

So that's the EDW! Short for Equal Dragon Weapon, shorter still for 'Creepiest thing the games will ever come up with, unless the expansion shows us something SUPER fucked up. Like, idk, the OG Equal Dragon Weapon.' If you wanna read more, the MH Wiki has a page: https://monsterhunter.fandom.com/wiki/Ancient_Civilization#The_Forbidden_Act

[overthinkit-underscore]

AN EMPIRE OF FRIGID NOTHING (SPECTRE)

"Which came first, the Chicken or the Egg?"

There are two major ways to interpret how Voice Hatching works:

The Voices Spawn. The manner in which the Decider behaves, the things they experience, and the trauma they endure influence the Voice hatched upon their death. Their personality, philosophy, and perspective are informed by what Quiet collectively has gone through. The Egg (previous iterations of the Decider) hatches into The Chicken (Voice).

The Voices Always Existed. The options provided to a player are reactions to their environment and circumstances, adulterated with the impulses and personality of nascent Voices waiting to hatch. The Chicken (Voice) lays The Egg (options the Decider picked in the previous Chapter).

There are more than two ways to interpret how Voices operate, and most you ask this question to will say something in-between these two black and white options. Ultimately, it's inarguable that a Voice is always influenced in some manner by events preceding their hatching. It is not that fact of influence the debate is centered on, but the interpretable extent. The fact is openly supported by the text.

Certain Voices will take credit for actions taken in the previous Chapter (ex: Cold claiming to have killed Damsel in Burned!Grey) or the previous life (ex: every Voice, bar Hero & Cheated, in Razor's Chapter IIIs), and many others will remember events long before they hatch (ex: Smitten recalling the entire narrative up to Chapter III - The Thorn, Cheated recalling everything that happens before Chapter III - The Wraith).

With this background information in mind, we can examine the events in Chapter I - The Hero and The Princess leading into Chapter II - The Spectre mindful of how specific choices made by the Decider or certain events they encounter may influence Voice of the Cold moving forward.

[FOR CONTEXT: [Take the blade] once at the cabin, hereby accepting the Narrator's premise and following His word.] Voice of the Hero - She’s so coldly beautiful… is she really a threat to the world?

The Narrator - You step forward, your grip tightening as you steel your resolve. The Narrator - You lunge forward without a moment’s hesitation. The Narrator - You feel flesh easily give way and look down to see your blade already sinking deep into her heart. Voice of the Hero - But is it over? Really over? - Of course it is. She’s dead.

The Narrator - You did kill someone. Greater good or not, something would be very wrong with you if you didn’t feel at least a little bad. But it was for the greater good. One of these days, that will sink in and help ease your guilty conscience.

The Narrator - You open the cabin door, ready to return to a world saved from certain doom.

The Narrator - Only, a world saved from certain doom isn’t what you find. Instead, what you find is nothing at all. Where a lush forest stood mere minutes ago, the only thing in front of you now is the vast emptiness of some place far away. Voice of the Hero - What… happened? The Narrator - Everyone is fine, it’s just that you and the cabin are now far away from them. Don’t worry. You’ll be safe here. This is good. Everyone is happy. You’ll be happy.

- I was kind of hoping I’d get a better ending for saving the world. The Narrator - This isn’t an ending. In fact, now that the Princess has been slain, endings are a thing of the past. No… this is the beginning of eternity. Your reward. The Narrator - This is what’s best for everyone. Trust me. The Narrator - Time passes. You can’t be sure if it’s days, or months, or years or even decades. It’s all a wonderful, boring blur. You’ve never been happier.

Voice of the Hero - Pst! Hey! We’re not just going to stay here forever right? Voice of the Hero - Are we really happy, or is He just telling us that we are? - Hmm, okay maybe I’m not happy. And I’m not just saying that because you’re the last person I talked to. Voice of the Hero - Good, because I have an idea to get us out of here. Though you’re probably not going to like it. Voice of the Hero - The blade. We can use the blade to get out of this.

The Narrator - Do you hear that? It wants to take this happiness away from you. It wants this wonderful place to end. Voice of the Hero - Do you not? There’s more for us to do, and the only way for us to do it is to take that blade and use it. The Narrator - Don’t you dare. - Anything to get out of this hell. Voice of the Hero - Thank you. The Narrator - I made this happy little place for you! Is this not a good enough reward for saving the world? An eternity of bliss? You… you ingrate! The Narrator - Fine. Whatever. For the first time since time stopped meaning anything, you throw open the door to the basement and walk down the stairs. The Narrator - You pick up the blade, you stab yourself, and you die. The Narrator - The end. Nice knowing you.

a set of directions from the Narrator, dutifully carried out by the Decider without the slightest hint of doubt, ignoring their conscience until faced with an utterly detestable "reward" for their compliance. critically, the timelessness perceived in that moment between opening the door to stare into the abyss and slaying oneself to be rid of the stagnation is so dilated in Quiet's perception that the Princess's corpse is reduced to a skeleton by the time the Decider plucks the Pristine Blade from its ribcage.

i could commentate further on this, or i could include one particularly noteworthy dialogue screenshot ---

- (Explore) Wouldn’t ‘using’ the blade… you know, kill us? Wouldn’t we be dead? The Narrator - How astute. You’re absolutely correct. Using the blade to kill yourself would kill you and you shouldn’t do it. Voice of the Hero - In a sense, we’d die, but looking at things from another angle, are we even really alive anymore? This place… it’s nothing! It’s absolutely nothing. It’s just the same thing, constantly, forever. Voice of the Hero - I know this is out there, but trust me. I know using the blade will work.

--- and let Cold speak for himself on the matter:

[FOR CONTEXT: in response to the Narrator saying we're only here because we died, which probably only happened because we didn't listen to Him] Voice of the Cold - Oh, we listened to you plenty. We slew the Princess, just like you asked us to. And then you locked us away in an empty void for eternity. So we slew ourselves, too.

[FOR CONTEXT: in response to the Narrator asking what would've happened to the world we left behind had we failed to slay the Princess] Voice of the Cold - It doesn’t matter, because we didn’t fail to slay her, and if she’s really back, which I doubt, it’ll be just as easy to do it again. But after that nasty trick you pulled on us, maybe she’s not the only one around here in need of slaying.

[FOR CONTEXT: in the cabin with Spectre, talking to the Narrator about the ghost-Princess after having talked to Him previously in the woods about the looping] The Narrator - What do you mean, ‘after’? Voice of the Cold - You already know what we mean, don’t you? So why don’t you go ahead and tell us? Are you going to try and lock us away in a timeless void again? Because I didn’t much care for that. The Narrator - I’m not going to lock you anywhere. Voice of the Cold - What an interesting choice of emphasis.

- (Explore) If anything, the world ended after I slew her. When I tried to leave, everything was gone. Voice of the Hero - That’s a good point. How do we know we didn’t have things backwards? Maybe slaying the Princess was what ended the world, not the other way around. Voice of the Cold - Yes, maybe this whole thing was a trick to get us to end the world. And now we get to go through the whole charade again wholly aware of what’s waiting for us at the end. Voice of the Cold - But that’s assuming she’s alive in that cabin. We did kill her, after all.

Voice of the Cold - This is boring. He’s clearly not interested in talking, so let’s just do as He says and maybe He’ll stop bothering us.

Cold is interesting because, as I'll point out later (both in this analysis and whenever i seek out Cold's other appearances), you need to read between the lines and in the negative spaces quite often to gauge what he's thinking. here, though, back in the woods again, Cold's an open book. "we listened to you and you locked us in an empty void for eternity. i really didn't care for that. it was a 'nasty trick.' we slew ourselves." note that Cold isn't expressing regret or remorse for anything that happened. he doesn't feel guilty about [Slaying the Princess], and he's outright convinced we're capable of doing it again. note twice, though, that Cold doesn't think we need to. he's fully convinced that her death sticks, even if ours didn't. he isn't readying up, either. it's just a job to him. (Something he was asked to do. a task, some dirty work. he holds no real opinion on the act of [Slaying the Princess], not here, and not now.) A job that, as he's seen, has no good rewards. In fact, the end result of completing this task is not something he wants at all. But he also really, really, really wants the Narrator to shut up, and trying to talk to Him isn't getting anything done.

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

Here’s the thing… if Nigel Badminton had boarded the Revenge and said sincerely: ‘Look, Stede, I realise I was a bit of a shit to you at school along with the other guys, and I am sorry about that. Any chance you would accept my apology and we can move forward now as grown-ups? (btw, awesome ship),’ Stede would’ve said ‘Yes.’ Unequivocally.

In fact, if Nigel hadn’t alluded at all to their school days, but simply behaved as a non-bullying adult, a grown up; been professional and polite, Stede would’ve extended every courtesy (which Stede does for much of the episode). Not because Stede is so desperate for a friend he would embrace his childhood bully. But rather Stede believes there is good in most people if given the chance, and he has manners.

Nigel doesn’t deserve forgiveness, and Stede would’ve been well within his rights to refuse. But I don’t think he would’ve. Stede can extend the hand of friendship to most. You have to be quite something for Stede to not find a redeemable quality.

Unfortunately, Nigel hasn’t matured one iota, is still the bullying adolescent prick he always was; which when he starts picking mercilessly at Stede’s psychological childhood scars, he deserves everything he gets now Stede is an adult and doesn’t have to take it anymore.

[kermittedfelony]

safe

Hi guys! This idea has been on my mind coz I’ve been struggling a bunch w panic attacks and nothing is better than imagining nat helping me lol. I know a billion writers have done this idea but yeah this Is my take on it! Enjoy!

TW: panic attack, coarse language

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Word count: 1668

The last week had been pretty fucking hard. You had gone on a recon mission on Monday by yourself, but it was a three-hour ride on the quinjet, where the heater was broken. It also rained the whole day, and someone (Steve and Bucky) had taken the tarp out of the jet to go on a goddamn camping trip, so you were left shivering on the cold wet ground in only a light parka that was most definitely not enough to keep you warm and dry. As such, you were buttfuck freezing down to your core. The whole. Fucking. Day. Did you mention it rained? Yeah, it fucking rained.

So that was Monday. Tuesday was spent attempting to finish the mission report for Steve, but you just couldn’t get your damned mind to focus. It wasn’t even a difficult report; the data you gathered was very minimal and easy to dissect, but you just could not do it. So naturally, it took you all fucking day and to top it all off, exhausted you cognitively.

Wednesday wasn’t much better, you had the day off and originally planned to go for a run in the morning and then just relax the rest of the day, but it rained (again), and as much as you love rain, it’s annoying when it fucks up your plans.

So, in short, Monday fucked you up physically, Tuesday fucked you up cognitively, and Wednesday fucked you up mentally. You had the whole shebang dragging you down.

Due to you being drained in every which way, you were looking forward to enjoying Thursday night movie night with the rest of the team. It was Wanda’s turn to pick, so you knew it would be some nice romcom that you could sit back and relax to. You could just, be.

You exited the elevator in your comfiest trackies and hoodie with fluffy socks. If you were going to enjoy this movie night, you were going hard. Comfort to the max.

“You look like a giant fluff ball y/n!”

“I will be taking that as a compliment Nat,” you responded with a wink. You walked towards her and gave her a big hug.

“Tough week, huh?”

“You have no fuckin idea.” You sagged in her arms, making her laugh at having to hold all your weight.

“Alright, come on then, you big sack of potatoes. Let’s get you to the couch. Let me handle the snacks and drinks for us, yeah?”

You smiled gratefully at her, “thanks Nat, love you!”

The movie was really good!

It was good.

Better than good actually.

It was great. It was.

So why did you need to leave so bad? Why was everything closing in on you?

The movie was still running, you were in the last 15 minutes. You could wait it out right? If you left now, everyone was sure to notice, and you did not need that kind of attention on you.

Your eyes flicked to Natasha to the right of you, who was leaning on you with your arm over her shoulders. You couldn’t leave yet, so your anxious energy had to go somewhere. Your index finger on your left hand started to tap on your thigh, slowly and irregularly at first, before picking up speed and rhythm. Next to go was your left knee. Your right leg was crossed over the left one, so when your left knee bounced, both your legs felt the movement.

Nat repositioned one of her hands to rest on your knee, giving you something to focus on. She knew sometimes the anxiety just got to you hard and fast, no clear trigger. She started tracing circles on your knee, allowing you to take a deep breath to calm your nerves.

You quietly whispered, “thanks.”

Nat gave your knee a squeeze in acknowledgement. She knew you hated asking for help and preferred to try and stick it out in situations when you got a wave of anxiety, rather than leaving and “giving up”, as you liked to call it.

Your knee stopped bouncing and so did you finger. For a time.

Not five minutes later, your index and middle finger were both tapping in tandem with your foot. Additionally, your right hand, the one that was wrapped around Nat’s shoulders started tapping.

Nat noticed immediately and whispered to you, “you alright?”

When she didn’t get a response, she tilted her head up to look at you in your eyes.

“Hey. y/n. Can you hear me?”

You were so lost in your own world that you didn’t acknowledge Nat’s words, even though she was right next to you.

She removed your arm from around her and tapped you on the cheek to get your attention.

You jumped subtly and looked at her with wild, flicking eyes.

“Hey, hey, deep breaths, how about we go for a walk?”

You stared into her eyes for a bit longer before quickly getting up and walking out of the room. Your stride was fast but shaky and you had one hand gliding along the wall next to you to keep you upright. You kept going until you didn’t know exactly where you were anymore and slid down against the wall, your butt hitting the floor harshly. All you currently knew was that you were in a dark, quiet corner, and you had gotten as far away as you possibly could. You just had to hope nothing else was coming.

It was at this moment that Nat finally caught up with you. She sank down in front of you and put two hands on your knees, which were up against your chest. You violently jumped at the contact, and attempted to shuffle away from her, further into the corner until your back hit the apex of both walls. All you knew was fear, you had to get out, you had to escape. You tried to stand up but the dizziness from hyperventilating hit you full throttle and you collapsed back onto the ground. You looked up and through eyes blurred by unshed tears, you saw a figure a metre or two away from you with hands up in a placating position.

Nat pleaded with you, “y/n, y/n, it’s just me, it’s just Nat. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to stay right here, okay? But I really, really, need you to slow down your breathing. I need you to do that one thing for me, okay?”

Your darting eyes finally focused on her steady ones, and you let out one big breath, disrupting the rhythm of your hyperventilation.

“Yeah, there we go! See you can do it, you got this. Keep slowing down for me. You're doing amazing hun.”

Nat slowly inched toward you on her knees until she was close enough to reach out and touch you. She could see you were tensed up as tightly as possible.

“Just slow, deep breaths for me y/n. I’m going to touch you now, is that okay?”

You slowly nodded your head. You felt her warm hand rest lightly on your right knee, before her other hand landed on your left one. You brought your hands up and covered her hands with yours. You closed your eyes before re-opening them at the sound of footsteps. Your breathing began to quicken once again.

Nat reached out and tilted your head back towards her.

“Just focus on me y/n, keep looking at me.”

Nat turned her head and saw Wanda peak around the corner, a worried look in her eyes.

Nat looked back at you, “It’s just Wanda y/n. Would you like her to come?”

Nat knew you trusted Wanda a lot, just as much as you trusted her. You nodded your head again, and Nat waved Wanda into the corner. Wanda came over slowly and sank to her knees to the right of you, so that she could put her arm around your frame. She could feel you shaking under her.

“Hey you’re okay, you’re safe. We’ve got you, don’t we Nat?”

“Yeah, we do. We’ve got your back here y/n.”

You dropped your head at the words spoken to you and took three deep breaths, fully getting your breathing back to normal. Wanda and Nat were both each holding one of your hands, so you gave each woman a squeeze, to let them know your gratitude. The three of you sat like that for another five minutes.

You were so appreciative of how they knew to let you settle properly before moving you back to your room. They just knew you so well and were so patient and calm. They didn’t judge you or urge you to hurry up or get over it or anything. They just let you exist, let you be.

Once she felt you had stopped shaking, Wanda asked, “How about we get you up to bed yeah?”

Nat agreed, “I think that’s a good idea. I’ll quickly make you a cup of peppermint tea. One sugar, right?”

“Ah, you know me so well,” you responded, a tired smile on your face. “Thank you, guys. For helping me just now.”

“You know we’re always here for you,” Wanda smiled back at you.

“Exactly. Do you know what caused the attack?” Nat questioned.

“Just had a very draining couple of days. It all just hit me at once.”

“I understand. I had that happen to me a couple weeks ago, remember?”

You looked at Wanda, “Yeah actually, I do. Consider the favour returned.”

“Always, y/n.”

You grabbed onto her offering hand, and she hauled you to your feet and pulled you into a big hug.

“Thank you, Wands.”

She only squeezed you tightly in response, before slinging her arm around your shoulder and leading you towards the elevator up to your room.

You knew sometimes panic attacks just happen. You used to often feel so much shame about them, but now, with such strong friends around you, you knew you were going to be just fine.

[merbear25]

Headcanons for how Kuzan, Akainu, Kizaru would react to a partner bringing them lunch at work every day?

Aww, this is a cute headcanon idea. I hope you like it!

CW: SFW, gn!reader, fluff, headcanons

Bringing them lunch (Kuzan, Akainu, Kizaru)

Kuzan

It was the best part of his day: seeing you come in to give him the lunch you’d prepared, and the soft kiss on his cheek or forehead was the cherry on top.

When you knew he was going to have a more difficult day, you made him his favorite meal just so he had that pick-me-up he needed to get through it. Sometimes you’d be a little more experimental, although it never failed to hit the spot.

There were times he’d catch himself glancing at the clock in anticipation for your arrival. If you happened to come a little later than usual, he teased you about having to drop off your other boyfriend’s lunch first. 

Little chats of how each other’s days were going would be a much needed break from the stress he was probably going through.

If time allowed for the both of you, you’d plan to have lunch together. Time set aside so you could enjoy a nice homemade lunch together was much needed.

No matter what you ended up making the main course, the little dessert and drink were usually consistent.

Akainu

He liked what he liked and rarely ventured away from it. That was just fine for you though! It made things generally easier.

Him being fairly particular about the layout, however, wasn’t always the easiest. He wasn’t the biggest fan of his food touching, not at all in fact, so he got his own special little container for his special little quirk.

There were little jokes you made about him to yourself, affectionately of course. It was just a way to make the repetition more enjoyable.

Meat cooked the same way, a kind of veg, and a kind of starch. There wasn’t really dessert included in them, unless he specifically asked you to include it the day before.

He wasn’t really thinking about what time it was whenever you came in to drop off his lunch. His head was usually buried in paperwork when you saw him. Your greetings barely register, so it wasn’t until you got closer that he fully noticed you.

Most of the time he ate while he worked, but every so often he’d invite you to sit down with him and talk for just a little bit before he had to get back to business.

Kizaru

In his own words he wasn’t picky about what his lunch should be, but you’d been with him long enough to know that that wasn’t exactly true.

Giving you no ideas on what he wanted, you had to pay close attention if you were going to make this man his lunch.

He had preferences just like you did, so anything you made him stuck to those. Sure, you experimented with different sauces or even spices, but he favored certain types of cuisine which gave you a starting point.

Each time you came in to give him his lunch, he perked up. He looked forward to lunch time because anything you made was never disappointing.

That same “Ohhhhh!” he always said when he took that first bite brought a smile to your face. If he was really blown away, he’d offer to share it with you because such skills should be appreciated by his lovely partner.

The dessert you included was only for him, though. He wanted to be a little selfish when it came to the sweets you gave.

There was a set day you had lunch together, which was the highlight of his work week. The conversation wasn’t work related, instead using that time as an escape and much needed break.

[amateurhourfanfics]

Give em' Hell ⟢ ⟢ ⟢

… a series (pt 1)

au!Daredevil x fem!reader - a three part series in which you get to know who Daredevil really is behind the mask - by putting him in front of your camera...

Summary: After months of trying to catch the illusive Daredevil on film, you finally meet the newest hero of Hell's Kitchen, and he's not what you expected. (hurt/comfort, fighting bad guys, softy daredevil)

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: 18+ for following series, mild violence, mugging, swearing, brief mention of blood, knife fight, spice to come ;)

Part 1 | Hell’s Kitchen at Night

I know as a woman I shouldn’t be walking home alone at night. Especially in New York City. Especially when I’m carrying a camera that costs more than three months rent in my shitty Hell’s Kitchen apartment. 

The thing is, I don’t really care at the moment. My place is just around the corner and we were on location for almost 14 hours today. All I want to do is go home, and calling a cab would be more work than it’s worth. Plus, I have leftover crab rangoon and chardonnay from last night's post-shoot girl dinner. 

Days like these had become my normal in the past few months, as the city demanded more and more coverage on the elusive Daredevil. When the masked vigilante was first spotted in Hell’s Kitchen, NBC decided they had to have the best coverage of New York's newest hero. 

So, every day my team and I had been running around the city desperately trying to grab footage of Daredevil. Yet somehow, I alone had managed the few shots any news outlet in the area could get. So, NBC dubbed itself as Daredevil’s exclusive news station. Of course that didn’t come with a pay raise, so after each 14 hour day, I limped back to my dingy studio. 

Today, we didn’t get shit. We had an anonymous tip for an armed robbery at the bank up on 57th, meaning that Daredevil was inevitably going to make an appearance. My little on-the-ground team got restless as the hours went on, but I made us stay until sundown just in case. Like most other days, the tip was fake and Daredevil never showed. 

When I notice a group of men cross the street behind me, I tighten my grip on my backpack and walk a little faster. I immediately clock three of them and my heart speeds like every woman’s does when a man walks behind her at night. I tell myself it’s nothing. They’re just walking home like everyone else. It’s nothing. 

But then they speed up. At first I think I’m imagining it, but within a minute they go from a couple blocks behind me to maybe ten feet. I look back and realize they’re all masked. Shit.

As soon as I make eye contact with the dark figure in the front, all three men start running at me. I turn and run away as fast as I can, adrenaline pumping. I dash down a shadowed alleyway in hopes of losing them, but they chase me in and now I’m trapped. 

“What do you want?” I shout, masking the shakiness in my voice.

The men walk forward, backing me into the end of the alley. 

“Can’t be walking around the city with a bag like that, sweetheart,” the one in the front growls. “I know what’s in there. You think the news doesn’t come to Hell’s Kitchen?” He flicks open a long knife at his side.

I fumble in my purse, blindly searching for the pepper spray I always carry on me. Where is it?

He creeps closer. “Drop the bag, sweetheart.” There is no way in Hell I am handing over my camera. None. The adrenaline takes over and I say, “Fuck you.”

He cackles. “This one’s got a little mouth on her. I like that.” Now he’s only feet away and I’m frantically searching for the pepper spray, hands shaking. The man grabs me by the shoulders but I finally find what I’m looking for and discharge it directly into his face. He screams. The others charge at me and now I’m screaming, too, praying someone hears me. I get hit in the face hard and everything is a blur. This is it. This is how I die. One of them has me in a tight grip as I kick and yell and sob. 

A deep voice comes from behind me. “Take your hands off her. Now.”

In my panic, I didn’t notice anyone else approaching. The thief turns me around, pinning me to his chest with a knife at my throat. “Nice costume,” he scoffs. My heart stops when I realize who the voice is coming from.

Daredevil.

The figure slowly comes out of the shadows. “I’m not going to repeat myself,” he grinds out. His suit is barely visible in the dark alleyway, but the devil horns on the mask are undeniable. All three men are now laughing. The one who I pepper sprayed swings my camera bag over his shoulder. I feel a trickle of blood run down my chin from where my lip was split. 

“And if I don’t?” growls the thief, digging his fingers into my arms painfully. I struggle against his grip, careful of the knife that’s still up under my chin.

Daredevil charges. Instinct takes over and I throw my head back into the man’s nose and hear a satisfying crunch. He groans and drops the knife. I bend to grab it but I quickly realize I’m not needed. To my left is a blur of kicks and blocks and punches. One of them slashes Daredevil across the chest, but he’s out cold after a series of blows that would’ve killed a smaller man. The other thief tries to get away with my camera in the chaos, but Daredevil spots him and whips a club at his head. He drops like a stone.

Lastly, Daredevil approaches the man below me who is clutching his face as blood pours from his broken nose. “Please!” he cries as he gets to his feet, “I’ll just go, I didn’t want anything to do–”

He’s silenced with a punch to the head. His body hitting the pavement is the only sound in the alleyway. Then, I can only hear my own heart beat. I’m shaking from the adrenaline and trying to conceptualize what just happened. 

Daredevil walks over to where the man dropped my camera and brings it to me. He puts a hand on my shoulder gently. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, barely out of breath. I take my camera from him in disbelief. 

“I think so. I– You’re–”

“Are you hurt? Other than that lip?”

I’m numb from the shock. “I don’t know. Maybe. No. Just a few bruises.” I blink up at him and look down at the gloved hand that’s still on my shoulder.

“Thank you,” I breathe. “I genuinely don’t know what I would have done.”

He smirks. “I don’t know, you seemed to have things pretty well handled on your own.”

The fog is beginning to clear now and I come to my senses. I need to get off the street and lock my door forever. 

“I should get home.”

I try taking a step and wince. My right ankle hurts like hell and is throbbing from the pressure. I must have twisted it at some point running away. Shit. 

“Do you live around here?” Daredevil asks, his voice soft and low. 

“Just around the corner.”

“I’ll take you.”

I scoff. “I think Daredevil has much better things to do than take me home.”

“I don’t,” he says with confidence. “Let me walk you back at least.”

The thought of being walked home by Daredevil is ridiculous, but my ankle really hurts and if I’m being honest, I’m terrified of being attacked again.

“What about them?” I gesture to the three figures on the ground. Police sirens blare from a couple blocks away, getting closer by the minute. 

“These guys will be out for a while. By the time they realize what’s happening they’ll be in the back of a squad car. Let’s go.”

“Okay.” I can’t believe I’m having a conversation with Daredevil. The Daredevil that I have been trying to get coverage of for months.

“May I?” he asks. I nod. He easily scoops me up under my knees and back. I’m surprised by how gently he holds me against his chest and how small I feel in his arms. 

We stick to the shadows on the way back to my place, staying close to the buildings. Every little noise on the street makes me flinch. I can still feel the cold steel against my throat and that horrible man’s grip on my arms. My heart speeds and I can feel the panic flooding my system again. 

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, you’re okay,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. He must be noticing how scared I am somehow. “Just breathe, we’re almost there.” The softness in his voice is so at odds with the violence I’ve seen him commit that it snaps me out of my panic a bit. What's happening right now?

When we get to the front door of my building, I have a hard time unlocking the door with my shaking hand. He silently steadies it with his own and I manage to unlock the door. 

Then, Daredevil carries me into my apartment...

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PART 2 COMING SOON!!!

[catyangz]

💌loveletters

pairing: ricky x gn!reader

genre: fluff/romance

summary: in which the reader writes ricky a love letter in hopes that their confession reaches him; wc 881

a/n; hey everyone! this is my brand new writing account. i’m very unfamiliar with the concept of tumblr so please bare with me as i slowly find my way through figuring this app out😅😅 i may be very inactive as finals are coming up and i have to prepare for uni, so forgive me if i don’t find time to post. i don’t usually write, and this is the first fanfic i have ever written and decided to post it to see if i should continue on doing it as a hobby as i quite enjoyed writing this one! reblogging, likes or any form of interaction would be appreciated and i’d love to hear your thoughts on it:) the whole story is basically just one huge love letter to ricky so its like zero plot and more truth bc who wouldn’t fall for this man?? anyways i will have to say i got inspiration from 5sos, sabrina + beabadoobee lyrics so a huge thank u to them hehe:) i rly hope u enjoy reading!

shen quanrui. what did the name mean to me? to start off, the first time i saw you, it was needless to say i fell in love. we were in the canteen and you were smiling amongst the herd of your friends. oh, that darned smile. it tugged at my heartstrings. in the crowd of people, you were the one who stood out to me most.

you had the most perfect hair, like you actually put effort into the way you looked. it was an unfamiliar feeling, it was refreshing. it was impossible for anybody to see you and not fall for you. you were the most popular, the most loved out of everyone in the whole school. you were kind to everyone, and you worked hard because you cared. you were so confident and down to earth. it wouldn’t take a 5 year old to know your intentions were the most genuine.

i thought “how could somebody so perfect exist?” it was almost unrealistic. too unrealistic. i tried so hard not to be like everyone else, to not fall for the likes of your charms after hearing your name constantly being discussed in a positive light throughout the hallways. hearing about how loveable and amazing the shen quanrui was.

but after we locked eyes that one friday, i haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since. you were my lifeline, my only supply of oxygen that pumped the blood in my veins to keep my heart beating. the person who truly showed me what the word “loving” meant. you were the flower and i was your honeybee, constantly feeding off your pollen. i always wondered if you would ever like me back, as i thought reciprocating my feelings would simply be out of the question considering how many admirers you had.

after all, you were on the basketball team. it was easy for you to capture everyone’s hearts after they saw how impressive you played. not only could you play but you could also draw. extremely well. the more i learnt about you the more i thought, “what couldn’t this man do?”

you had the ability to make my heart turn into an art class, painting my world with vibrant colours. i never thought i’d see the earth more brighter after i had gotten to know you. every day my whole life started to get a little better, and i looked forward to getting up for school in the mornings. i learnt to appreciate life and the ups and downs that came with it. because somehow i’d always have stored in the back of my mind that the ones you would face, you would know how to get through it. and that was what motivated me. it was you. it has been you all along.

i started to cherish the little things in life, savouring every moment that came with it. because you taught me that there’s always something good worth getting out of something bad. how the world is made up of energy and i take control of how my story goes depending on how i choose to write it.

the butterflies i saw on my way to my part-time job last weekend couldn’t compare to the ones you gave me living in my stomach. every single aspect i came across started to remind me of you. and i could no longer understand what hate was when everything around me was so full of love.

the more spring faded away and summer came into light, word around town was that you were moving away to the coast. it was then i could’ve sworn i felt my heart shatter into a tiny thousand pieces. i didn’t know what i was going to do without you. after all these months of admiring you from a distance i wish i had finally spoken up. from all the letters that i’ve saved, this is everything i didn’t say.

so here it is, shen quanrui. this is my love letter to you. i hope you don’t mind, i asked your friends for your new address. i’d be lucky if you had even read this at all, let alone get this in the mail. but i hope this letter reaches you. and i hope my feelings do too.

from a fellow classmate,

signed y/n.

Ricky looked up from the paper unfolded in his hands, signed by one of his classmates that he had little interactions with. He was unbeknownst to these sort of things, oblivious in fact. He’d never have known the signs to look out for when it came to somebody having a crush on him. He was the type of person who had to be told straight up.

So when he got the letter in the post a month later, he’d only wished one thing upon himself. And that was being granted the knowledge of the person he had always secretly liked for years and tried so desperately to grab the attention of, the reason why he had started putting effort into dressing himself in the first place, had actually liked him back.

Now, as he stands staring at the letters inked onto the piece of parchment in total utter disbelief, he could only think of one solution.

Go back.

tags; @elikajinnie @birikitti @simjack @starf4lls @strawsbe @jromzz

[ilyuu-archive]

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

[tj-crochets]

Still no craft updates on account of I feel Bad* but I did get like half a beanie crocheted this weekend? I also have a bat that's haunting me. In that there's a bat design I desperately want to turn into a plushie not in that I am being literally haunted by a bat. As far as I know I am not haunted by a bat but to be fair I'm not confident I'd know? *my heart rate got high enough that made me cough but my asthma was flaring up enough that cough launched me into an asthma attack, which raised my heart rate even more, so basically I used my emergency inhaler and then was on the floor for a while. Feels bad! Do not recommend. I'm okay though just tired

[huginsmemory]

Where's that one Ford art post thats like I'm in the best years of my life clutching a hot pink thermos thingy with hot gurl juice when he's clearly not. cause damn . Yeah

[loumauve]

I snapped today at work, and by snapped I mean I politely commented on a help desk ticket by summing up an mess of an (type of) issue that's come up for at least the fourth time in the 2+ months I've been managing user accounts, and asked the person responsible to fix it (himself for once) because last time I fixed his mess-up it took me two whole days to work out the details with at least four other colleagues from different departments and I really don't want to do it again. there's other shit that needs doing, I've been working 10+ hour days for most of this week already, so I need to cut down not add on more.

(good thing tho - at least we managed to fix the issue where the dataset of a newer employee got mixed up with another one of the same name and therefore wasn't able to apply for any of the access/accounts she needed. technically not entirely my area but it does impact us not being allowed to create an account for her so I figured I might as well track that issue down. took three days and at least three other people, but hey - it should all work out now. yay for that)

[iniziare]

Re-tag drop: Yelan