#one of my friends has been urging me to read it so maybe i'll finally understand what the fuck is up with this dog

[professorlonic]

I dont know shit about chainsaw man but i really like the funny chainsaw dog thing

[aklaustaleteller]

Might Fancy You

Y/n went from fearing Klaus, to studying in his studio, to then throwing Shakespeare insults at him while chasing after him to put paint on him; he'd started it. But what happens when she ignores his one warning and he has her cornered in a flash?

Warnings - few mentions of blood and some kissing.

Word Count - 1.8k

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I told you I'll have part two out in two days and here it is! You can read part one here, and well, I hope you enjoy both the parts!

“And you are?” Elijah asked the girl standing in the doorway of the mansion, clutching onto so many things that he worried all of it was going to fall out of her trembling hands any time now. 

“Um, I’m here to meet Klaus?” She said, an awkward smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. “He’s helping me with an art project,” she continued when the original didn’t say anything.

But he did raise an eyebrow at that, making her even more nervous and bunch up her shoulders in a defensive shrug. “You know what? I’ll just leave,” her voice made a few tumbles as she turned around and began walking out the door she’d just come in. Her guard was high up because she had no reason to believe that this vampire wasn’t going to drain her of blood then and there for stepping onto his property without any permission. 

“Y/n!” She heard a voice call out and she flinched, her heart trying to make up for the missed beat and speeding up as a result. 

“Y- yes?” She stuttered, slowly turning to face him, fearing what’s to come. How stupid had she been to ask a goddamn original to help her out with some- some school work! 

“What did you say to her, Elijah?” Klaus glared at his brother on seeing his new friend so shaken up.

Elijah only turned towards him in a slight confused daze. “I simply asked her who she was,” he said, walking away from the scene to probably his reading chair, leaving as nonchalantly as he could’ve killed her. 

A smile creeped up on Klaus’ mouth, a chuckle rumbling inside his chest at how easily she’d been frightened. It was almost bordering on endearing. 

“C’mon love, follow me,” he urged her as he walked up the stairs, coming to halt when he didn’t hear her move. “Y/n?” he called her, looking back at her from midway up the stairs. and coming to a realisation that she might genuinely be scared of him. 

“I think I’ll go,” she said, looking very close to passing out. “Forget I asked you for anything.” She didn’t even look him in the eyes and turned back around to leave and get away from this mansion as fast as she could.

But of course, Klaus stood in front of her just as she turned, almost sending her heart flying out of her mouth. It was strange, to witness this completely new side of the girl who ferociously bit right back at him the most creative insults he’d ever heard in his long life.

“Why are you so suddenly terrified of me?” Klaus asked, his face creasing in confusion as his eyes showed her specks of hurt that could very well just be the mossy-green of his eyes deceiving her. “What happened?”

“I- I don’t know maybe the sense that you’re an original who could rip me to shreds or drain me of all my blood right here,” she stopped herself like she’d done something insanely stupid and – ”finally knocked at my brain,” she trailed off very softly, almost as if cautious of making him angry.

“Y/n- love, you know I’d never do that,” he mumbled, cupping her face and almost flinching when she went stiff. “I mean I could do that but I never would!” he reframed his sentence when she narrowed her eyes, for some reason, desperate that she understood him.  

“What do I have to believe you wouldn’t?” 

“Because I do not have any reason to,” Klaus reassured her, not saying that maybe because he fancied her a little, just because this wasn’t the ideal moment for a confession like that. 

Y/n didn’t say anything at that. Standing still and looking into his eyes, searching his face for any signs of underlying betrayal but she didn’t find any – not that she expected to, he is a thousand years old after all, surely he’d know how to disguise his motives.

And yet, when Klaus grasped her arm and led her up the stairs, she let him. 

“I see you brought all of your stuff,” Klaus chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood as he took a million things out of her hold, placing it all on the rug and smiling when he saw her setting up the canvas for him. He could get used to this very easily. 

“I did, it’s my work you are doing after all,” she said softly, slowly coming out of her shell. “I didn’t want you to waste your supplies on it,” she continued. 

“I wouldn’t say this is wasting anything,” Klaus proposed, thinking that maybe this would be the topic for their discussion today, slight banter even? 

“I wouldn’t either,” she agreed with him, catching him a little off guard. “But the school people will tear this apart and throw it in the trash before I could ever get to it.”

Klaus shook his head at that, preparing the paints and the brushes. “And why would you want to get to it?”

Y/n had managed to make herself comfortable on the floor a couple feet away from him, her papers already scattered on the floor of his studio,  and Klaus only hoped that they could do this more often after this day.

“Well, I wouldn’t want it go to waste… you see? Maybe hang it somewhere in my house when it’s purpose in school is served,” she shrugged nonchalantly, taking the cap off of a pen by her mouth and Klaus wanted nothing more than to rush over to her and cup her face to kiss her. 

Which reminded him that she was quite fastly transitioning back to her usual self around him. He smiled at that, the scary thrill in his heart that had come at the thought of her fearing him slowly fading away. 

Neither of them said anything after that, getting to their individual works in silence. The soft sounds of Klaus’ brush against the canvas, mixing colours on his palette and rinsing the brush rid of the previous colours filled the room along with sounds of Y/n flipping her book, turning the pages in notebooks and changing pens. 

The sun peeked in through the windows, the lighting constantly changing as the clouds drifted calmly through the sky. 

While painting, Klaus began to worry about this girl who was so engrossed in her homework that she hadn’t moved once. He worried that she’d gotten so serious and quaint that she might just tumble into sadness. All that to say, he missed her laugh a little as well.

He tuned to just look at her while he was sure that she was unaware. Her hair was tied up, circular glasses that had a coppery rim slipping lower and lower on the bridge of her nose until she had to fix them. She looked cute, Klaus caught himself thinking.

Her lips were resting in a faint pout as she focused, her fingers picking at them while she jottled down something in her notebook with her free hand. His hand ached to trace its fingers over the highs and the lows of her face. The little frown that had formed inbetween her eyebrows made her look all the more cute and Klaus found himself walking over to her, his feet functioning on a mind of their own. 

He bent down to come face-to-face with her as she was sitting, and he almost cooed at the fact that she still hadn't quite registered the close proximity at which he was in front of her. Raising up his hand, he booped her nose – getting the very reaction he was hoping for.

She looked up at that, slightly startled, only to catch Klaus’ eyes widening a little themselves. 

“Why did you do that?”

“Uh, because there was something…” he panicked, his eyes frozen on the spot he had gotten yellow paint on her nose. “I removed it though, don’t you fret,” he smiled, brushing over his pants as he began to stand up straight. 

But she passed him a glare then, clutching the bottom of his henley to stop him. “Klaus,” she began. “Did you remove something or put something there?”

He shrugged at that, focusing back on the canvas and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her getting up. 

“Klaus.” She said his name with an underlying warning. She brushed her own finger over the very spot he had touched, and saw the paint.

“Everyone’s entitled to act stupid once a while, but you really abuse the privilege,” she was walking closer to him and Klaus knew exactly what was about to commence, making him cover his head with his arms when she pressed her hand against the paint on the palette. 

He howled with laughter when she dragged her hands across his neck, twisting and turning to get away from her. Still laughing at the insult she threw at him because it was a bloody good one, Klaus swiped his finger across her collarbone, earning a whine from her as she began chasing him around the studio. 

Stopping to catch her breath, she began shouting at him – “thou crusty batch of nature!” But laughter slipped past both of their mouths before they could even contemplate what she’d just said. 

“No way you just threw a Shakespearree insult at me,” Klaus laughed, standing on the complete other side of the room, opposite to her.

He feigned a growl when she began walking towards him, red paint almost drying on her palms. “Take another step, and I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” Klaus whispered loud enough for her to hear. 

And she ignored his warning, just like he was hoping she would. Watching her creep up closer and closer to him, Klaus felt a smirk pull up a corner of his lips. 

In a flash, Klaus had her pinned against a wall, her wrists held above her head in his hands. His face tilted to the side lightly, his eyes focused on her mouth as he felt her gaze on him heating up her skin. She tipped her chin forward, her lips not quite meeting his’, making him close the gap between them and connect their lips. 

Lips moving in a perfect sync, Klaus brought one of his hands down to snake it around her waist, her mouth opening with a gasp at the sensation and giving him the chance to kiss her further. The back of her head met with the wall behind her as they kissed with a passion that felt too heated. 

Detaching their mouths, both of them took in heaves of breath, Klaus pecking her lips once more before releasing her wrists. She was looking into his eyes, searching them for something and Klaus couldn’t help but smile at her, her lips very lightly swollen, looking like they’d just been kissed. 

“Think I might fancy you a tad,” he grinned, laughing out loud when she grabbed his face to kiss him again, making him lose his balance only for a second before he was cupping her face ever so gently.

"Never realised I wanted to hear you say it so much,” she let slip a breathy chuckle, looking into his eyes before kissing his lips once more. Lord, it was addictive – he was addictive. 

[blouisparadise]

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1) Sweet Little Virgin | Explicit | 2,304 words

Harry and Louis are roommates and have been for years. Harry didn't know Louis was a virgin, until now.

2) Suspenders And Lace | Explicit | 2,784 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry has a thing for suspenders and white lace. Louis happens to have a thing for being a good boy for his Daddy.

3) You're A Good Boy And You Know It. | Mature | 3,234 words

Harry Styles a big famous pornstar, a young alfa sensation. Big and strong with tattoos all over his body, and a big alfa cock. And Louis Tomlinson is just a barely legal omega who is about to make his big debut in the porn industry, about to be knotted for the first time by the one and only Harry Styles.

4) Just a One Night Stand | Not Rated | 3,250 words

He heard Harry hum then he felt his hands on his waist, his thumbs digging into his skin. The grip he had on his waist was so unbelievebly strong, and Louis couldn't wriggle out of his grasp. But maybe he didn't want to get away. Maybe he wanted this.

5) The Rich And Beautiful | Mature | 3,341 words

Louis Tomlinson aka: "Teasy Tommo" dances for the richest man in England and gets more than what he bargained for.

6) The Library | Mature | 5,088 words

Louis works at a library, and Harry really needs a biology textbook.

7) When You Die (I Become Alive) | Not Rated | 5,797 words

“Saw your twink in the staff room," Niall says as he enters the elevator. “Have to admit, that ass is big.” "He is not my twink-" Harry is looking at his reflection in the elevator, "-but I'll see if he works out."

8) Wicked Games | Not Rated | 6,996 words

Prompt: Louis is the socially awkward kid who has anxiety and self harms and just isn't popular. Harry's the really popular one who never picks on anybody but has some pretty assholey friends who pick on Louis a lot and one day they pull his pants down and see that he's wearing pink boxers and most people laugh and Louis is mortified so he runs out but Harry follows him because he thought it was really hot and then they have sex with Harry cherishing every part of Louis body and making him feel important.

9) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20,154 words

Louis is a proud virgin, and no matter how much society tries to make him feel like a freak for not acting on his natural urges, he doesn't suffer from his lack of experience. He has never felt drawn to someone in a way that made him want to get involved sexually with them, and he isn't planning on rushing himself so he can get some because people think it's what he should do. In walks Fratboy, the Serial Haunter of His (wet) Dreams, who thankfully has a little business going on that might be just what Louis needs.

10) A Couple Months Too Long | Mature | 21,291 words

"I mean who wouldn't be scared when a cute little twink comes to tell a famous rockstar that the great sex in a doorway they had ended with a baby." And yeah, now Louis is staring at him with wide eyes. Louis is a fan of Harry's and they fuck and end up with a child.

11) Heart Open, Bloodstain On My Sleeve | Explicit | 35,706 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Harry admits, one hand coming to rub the back of his neck, “I stared at you for a good while before I finally got the guts to come up to you. You looked so pretty sitting there, with your little ankles and your pencil in your mouth, so enthralling… art in front of art.” Louis’ not sure what to say, so he just kind of sits there, eyes bugging out as he stares at Harry. “I mean, like you’re not an object!” Harry rushes out, babbling. “I just, there’s something about you that’s so captivating, and maybe it’s the way your eyes are like a watercolor painting of the sea, or how delicate your hands look when you draw, but I just wanted to get to know you. It’s not like I pick up random boys at art museums usually, I swear. Not that I’m trying to pick you up! Unless you want to be…God, fuck I’m sorry this is so awkward now. I can go, um, if you want."

12) Take My Pure (And Wash It All Away 'Til I'm Cured) | Explicit | 40,629 words

And Louis decides, as the boy slowly starts backing away with that cheeky grin lighting up that whole stupidly beautiful face, that he should sue him for emotional abuse just for the fact his pecs stretch the fabric of his shirt like that alone. He really should. He might even win the case.

13) Falling Out Of Fashion | Explicit | 42,123 words

Harry Styles has been the established face of the Grimshaw House of Design for two years. It’s a prestigious and coveted modeling contract Harry took away from once-famed supermodel Zayn Malik. With the model transition Grimshaw’s designs went from a more urban, Zayn-forward aesthetic, to a Harry-favoring flowery, flowing femininity in the Grimshaw designs for men. So when Harry sees a dress Grimshaw made for a famous Marvel actress, “only a tease”, Nick says, of the evolving look, Harry knows Grimshaw is shifting his aesthetic. Harry wonders if he can pull off the look. Or could Grimshaw be looking for a new face?

14) A Love Like This Won't Last Forever (And I Don't Mind At All) | Mature | 53,978 words

“I thought you’re a woman.” “Excuse me?” “Rumour has it that I’m about to have a new stepmother. Just didn’t expect it would be a man, though twink would give a much better description.” “I’m not a twink.” Louis crossed his hands in front of his chest defensively. The man looked at him from head to toe and gave him a sweet fake smile. “Yeah, you are.” “I’m not— hold on,” Louis loosened his arms and now playing with his thumbs, “what do you mean stepmother?” The man extended his hand and stupidly Louis reached for it. Once the bigger hand engulfed his own, the man shook it. “Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you. What should I call you? Stepmother or the mistress?” Harry tightened his grip. “Or maybe a homewrecker?” He gave him the most cruel smile a man could offer.

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Against all odds (part 7)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

This is all I've got so far but I figured I'd let you have it and hopefully I'll have more soon :3

**

Hob works at a news agency. As someone with hundreds of years of experiencing political and societal change he has a keen eye for news-worthy happenings. Often he can predict very well which events are important, which will have historical influence or be the talk of the nation for a long time. Hob edits his colleague’s articles and reports, chooses which ones are worthy of printing and which aren’t, tries to remove or at least mitigate the xenophobia and fearmongering in what he hopes are the last days of the Cold War. People don’t need fear to grow, they need hope. He thinks he’ll stop doing this soon, though. His name - Robert Goulding at the moment - pops up in too many places and he doesn’t like being recognizable for more than a few decades. He takes care to not become chief editor and stay out of the limelight but he thinks he’ll move on soon. Maybe he’ll take a break and live off his stock profits. Find a quiet place for him and his stranger, somewhere in the countryside, with a garden…

Hob shakes himself out of his fantasy and laughs at himself. Wishful thinking will hardly be of any use. He’s been wishing and hoping for more time with his stranger for so many centuries. Now it finally seems like he might get lucky enough to have regular contact, via journal entries, and maybe even visits. That is enough. He shouldn’t be greedy.

With a sigh and a silent curse that he stopped smoking he goes to finish his work so he can get home and write an answer to his friend.

In the evening Hob pours himself a whiskey and sits down at his desk, open journal before him. He looks over to his bed. His stranger had sat here last night, watching him. Hob swallows reflexively and takes another sip of his drink, trying to not let his thoughts go down a slippery, horny slope before he starts writing.

June 15th, 1989

Dear friend,

I am glad you felt you could come and visit me and that you feel safe in my presence. I consider it an honour and I want to assure you that I do not mind in the least if you stop by whenever you feel like it. I trust you. Feel free to come here anytime, no matter if I'm awake or not, or if I’m even here. If my place can be a retreat for you from your everyday worries or workplace (as I assume you are busy doing something somewhere), I would be very happy. Leave your shoes off the sofa, that’s all I ask. ;-)

But seriously, my home is your home. I mean it. I look forward to seeing you again as well.

Reading about your ordeal was horrible. I am so sorry this happened to you and that I didn’t hear anything about it. I would have moved everything between Heaven and Earth to free you, my friend, please believe me. You say the ones responsible have been punished but I cannot stop myself from imagining visiting vengeance upon them for your sake. To imprison you someone, anyone, for such a long period of time, in the conditions that you described, is barbaric and the rage I feel at the mere thought is nearly blinding.

I am deeply sorry for your loss and for all you had to endure. I would give you anything in my power to make you feel safe, dear stranger. If you ever need my help, please call me. I don’t know if you had any means to call for help, you probably didn’t, but please - should you ever be in any trouble or danger or in need of help, I urge you to call on me! I will come and help you the best I can, I will not allow you to be trapped ever again. After all, what are friends for, if not for helping one another?

Your problems with closed spaces and strangers are completely understandable and I would never hold it against you if you never want to meet inside a building again. I hope we’ll be able to find a suitable replacement for the old haunt, at least until you feel more at ease again. These things take time, at least for humans, and although I would not dare to insinuate that you are not more robust than the average human and probably not subject to the same physical and mental limits I’d wager a guess that you will need time to heal, my friend. I sincerely ask you to take that time. You strike me as the type to jump headfirst back into work and duty after getting free and that is not recommended, no matter what or how powerful you are. You were imprisoned for 80 years and subjected to torture, you cannot expect to be the same after that. No one should expect you to be the same, to not be changed by it or in need of healing and time to recuperate. 

I am only human but in my long life I have met a few other immortal beings, not all of them human but all of them with very similar needs and wants. I know you’re probably bristling right now because I dare to suggest you might be unfit for whatever it is you do but I hope you believe me when I tell you this only because I care for you - you need a break. Please, stranger, promise me you’ll take care of yourself, if you cannot let others do that for you. I would be happy to help in any way I can. Visit me at your leisure, I promise I will never turn you away, or look down on you for showing weakness. You have seen me at my lowest and I have always trusted you to still respect me after that. Just like that, I would never think any less of you for any of this.

I’ll be happy to help you learn more about humanity, get to know humans again. I am honoured that you have elevated me in your mind to something else but I am as human as they come. So if you like me, you can like other humans as well, right?

I will think of a nice place to meet and let you know as soon as I’ve decided. Remember, in the meantime this place is always open to you. Even including watching me sleep. ;-P

Stay safe,

Your friend Hob

Hob puts down the pen and skims over his lines. Yes, that’s not too forward but inviting enough to let his stranger feel safe and welcome. It’s a bit daring, calling his stranger in need of a break, but it’s the right thing to say and offer.

He nods, downs his whiskey and gets ready for bed.

Part 8

[kashi-prompts]

a little moment with protective Kakashi and his friend who is more than a friend but no one has the balls to admit it with the prompt being “don’t look now but my ex just walked in”

Title: Deserve Better

Prompt: Above

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader

Rating: T

TW: Emotional manipulation/emotional abuse, overall emotionally abusive relationship.

A/N: My brain decided to visit today. 4.5 hours later, I finally have a finished wip. Sorry it's long? I got carried away. Thanks for reading <3

***

Crickets sang their mid-summer song like a melody in your ear, chirping through the hazy aura that hung in the evening sky. Beside you, your boyfriend's sandaled feet stepped out of unison with yours, his gait a millisecond behind you, enough for you to notice.

"Everything okay, Rayuu?" You asked, feeling his clammy hand sweating beneath your lazy grip on his fingers. You glanced over at him, feeling suddenly uneasy as the two of you traveled the path back to your shared apartment. A warm breeze picked up and spun a strand of your hair from its bun. You used the moment as an excuse to let go of his hand, pushing your hair away from your eyes. 

"Fine," he murmured, his gaze settled on the ground beneath him. He didn't reach back out for your hand. Instead, he scratched the back of his neck, pushing down the brown locks at its nape. He had been quiet all day, but you had just assumed it to be exhaustion from his last mission. Now his expression seemed to go beyond a fatigued demeanor. Something was bothering him. Perhaps you had said something over dinner this evening? Or maybe you had forgotten to do something he had asked? You frowned, tipping your head quizzically at him. 

"You seem distant today," you pointed out calmly, "something on your mind?"

Rayuu looked over at you, his blue eyes soft under the golden light of the setting sun. You met his gaze, feeling your chest tighten as his eyebrows lifted slightly. Was that pity in his eyes?

"Can we sit?" he motioned to the bench close by, and you suddenly became apprehensive. Had you done something wrong? 

"What's this all about?" you sat beside him, your voice quiet as he stared out into the distance. He avoided your eyes, choosing to watch a pair of children play in a nearby field instead. He pursed his lips, pressing them together as he drew in a deep breath. 

"I don't know how to say this - so I guess I'll just come out and say it. I've met someone," Rayuu said all at once, his elbows balanced at his knees as he continued to avoid your gaze. Your stomach twisted, a strange icy chill spinning down the center of your spine at his words. Your world careened to a stop. 

"What?"

"I'm sorry," he sighed, his head sagging, "it all happened so suddenly. I didn't mean for it to be like this."

His shoulders tensed under what he knew was an icy gaze staring back at him. If he had chosen to break up with you because of something you had done, that would be one thing. But choosing another woman? After two years together?  

"How could you - .... ? You're leaving me? Have you? Have you already slept with her?" you asked him coldly, your voice steady despite your hands shaking in your lap. Your fingers twitched in your legs, vanquishing the urge to not shove a kunai directly into his eye. He didn't answer. Instead, he lifted his gaze away from you. Coward.

"How long?"

His shoulders lifted as he drew another deep breath in, his eyelashes settling on his cheekbones as he closed his eyes. How could someone you love turn into a complete stranger in mere moments? 

"How long, Rayuu?" 

"4 months." 

Another punch to the stomach. Your mind went blank. 

"How could you do this?" you asked quietly after a few incredulous moments passed where you searched for the words in your mind. Your thoughts rode on a carousel of abuses you wished to hurl at him, your tongue sharp with acid and malice. You wanted to hurt him just as he had to you. Yet, you knew it would do you no good. He had made up his mind.

"I'm sorry," was all he could manage again. 

"Who is she?" you prodded, standing up. Your fists clenched, nails digging into your palms so tight it very well may have drawn blood. 

"I can't say." 

"Tell me." 

A beat passed as you hovered over him, his eyes staring at the cobbled street below his sandals. You wanted to shove his head back, to make him look at you. 

"[y/n], it doesn't matter. I told you what's going on - isn't that enough?"

"Tell me who she is," your voice was shrill, but you couldn't help it. Years of your life squandered on a man who didn't even have the decency to look at you as he broke your heart in favor of another woman. Shock. Anger. Disgust. It all whirled in your mind and made you delirious. Like a bad dream that you couldn't wake yourself up from. 

"Mai," Rayuu whispered, shame on his lips. You unintentionally took a step back from him, your face contorting in a way you didn't think was possible as your hand covered your mouth. You felt shattered. Your old teammate? The one you had spent so many years training with, the one you had lived with before you had moved in with Rayuu, the one you had trusted your life with. Not only had your boyfriend betrayed you, but your friend? 

You spun around on your heel, unable to say anything more. You wanted to kill him- to kill her. It takes two to tango, does it not? You started to walk away when he called out to you. Tears brimmed at your waterline, quickly spilling down your cheekbones. 

"[y/n], wait," Rayuu called, his expression mournful despite it being his fault, "I'm sorry." 

Your gaze was pointed, features allowing nothing barring malice for someone you once trusted so profoundly. You shook your head, incredulous that he would even believe for a moment an apology would make anything better. Your heart was shattered, torn from its cavity, and burned at the stake. 

"I want your stuff out of the apartment by the end of the week. I don't ever want to see you again."

***

"One more, please," you asked the bartender as politely as possible despite knowing you were becoming sloppy. He looked over at you from the end of the bar, sympathy in his gaze as he carefully shook and poured you another fruity drink.  

"I'm closing your tab, miss," he replied, sliding the drink across the bar to you, two fingers at the stem of the glass. You looked up at him, knowing how bad you must look at this moment. Yet you didn't protest, sliding money out of your pocket and counting it quietly. How pathetic you were. 

The bar behind you was surprisingly quiet for a Friday evening, you thought. You wondered if most of the shinobi were out on missions. Clearly, you weren't a good enough ninja to be on a mission right now like the rest of them. You weren't a good girlfriend, you weren't a good ninja - what else were you bad at? You took another sip of your drink. Even the alcohol didn't numb your thoughts. 

The end of the week had come and gone. When you returned to your apartment earlier that evening, it felt like you were walking into someone else's living room rather than your own. Rayuu had taken all of his belongings, leaving very little for you. Sure, he made more money than you, and most of the furniture belonged to him, but he could have at least left you the chair you loved so dearly. The one you curled up in late at night to read your books. 

Had he moved in with Mai, you wondered, your finger tracing the rim of your glass. Had they made plans to live together before you had even known? Was their pillow talk just laughing at how stupid you were for not noticing the signs you now realized were blatantly obvious? The late nights out, the whispering phone calls, his distant disposition towards your relationship? He was a higher-ranking shinobi than you were, and you had simply assumed his career was taking a more considerable toll on him recently than before. 

Still, nothing lessened the betrayal you felt. You hunched over the bar more, feeling your eyesight begin to shift if you turned your head too quickly. 

"[y/n]?" You heard beside you. "How are you?" looking up, a turf of silver hair stood before you, a single dark exposed eye crinkling in a smile as your old teammate tilted his head at you. You felt his hand gently slap your shoulder, squeezing your trapezius muscle as he smiled at you.

"Kakashi?" you felt a smile creep on your lips for the first time in a week. 

"It's been a long time," he told you. You looked over his shoulder, noticing your old friends wandering in the bar behind them. Something tugged at you at the sight of them. 

"I don't want you hanging out with guys, is all," Rayuu had told you late one night. "You just can't trust them, you know? It would make me feel better if you stopped hanging out with them." 

It hadn't been easy letting go of your friends. But Rayuu had convinced you it was for your own benefit. As the years went on, you slowly loosened your grip on your friendships, heartache in your soul but warmth in your heart as you knew it made Rayuu happy. Now, you saw through the manipulative tactic he had placed on you to control you, as well as the irony of it all. Bitterness rose in your throat. 

"You okay?" Kakashi's thin eyebrows knitted together, seeing the glazed-over look in your eyes as he settled beside you on a barstool. 

You shrugged your shoulders, feeling your chest tighten at the sight of all your old friends calling out to you as they wandered toward the bartender. You smiled softly at them, wondering how many memories you had missed out on just like this because of how naive you had been. 

Kakashi had been the hardest one to let go of. He was your friend, your true friend. Someone you knew you could rely on regardless of the circumstances. Your friendship went back as long as you had a genin headband wrapped around your forehead. Maybe a crush as well, but you would never admit it. Despite the longevity of your relationship with him, you had obeyed your boyfriend's wishes.

Kakashi was the one Ryuu was most jealous of. Rightfully so, you supposed. He would eye him cautiously at every event where their paths would cross, holding you closer to his hip as you wanted desperately to fall back into old habits of cracking jokes with him and Gai, but you had remained casual. 

Still, Kakashi was your friend. And maybe something more, if you had pursued it. You were too shy to tell him how you felt, so instead, your feelings fell to the wayside, and your relationship with Rayuu filled the void. 

"Where's Rayuu?" Kakashi dipped his head, trying to catch your wandering gaze as he let go of your shoulder. Your eyes met his, and suddenly you felt like a levy had been opened. How you missed everyone, you realized. How you missed Kakashi. Tears threatened your waterline once more, and Kakashi's gaze softened immediately. 

"Hey," he called softly, touching your shoulder again. There was no pity in his eyes like everyone else who knew gave you. Only genuine concern for you. "Let's get some fresh air." 

You agreed, downing the rest of your drink in one swift gulp. He turned to ensure you could walk on your own, although barely. The world shifted slightly, and he steadied you as you reached a bench outside. It was similar to the one further down the cobble path where the beginning of this mess had all begun. You wiped the tears from your cheek as you sat down, trying to grasp your slipping emotions. 

"What's going on?" the silver-haired Jonin asked. His body turned to you, starkly contrasting how Rayuu had shielded himself from you earlier in the week. You shook your head, your chin quivering as you looked up, trying desperately to keep the tears from escaping. They slipped beneath your lids and down your cheeks despite your best efforts. 

"Rayuu cheated on me. With Mai," you told him, your voice barely above a whisper. It felt wrong to say it out loud. As though it weren't real if you just kept it in your head. But it was real, and your apartment was empty now. 

Kakashi's expression darkened, "he what?" 

"Don't make me repeat it," you breathed, exasperated. You knew he didn't want you to repeat yourself, but the effort it took to say it to begin with was enough to break your heart again. He looked away, his jaw set as his finger tapped against his leg. 

"He took his things today," you continued, a hiccup threatening at the back of your throat. Your tears cooled the warmth on your cheeks from the alcohol. Kakashi closed his eye, shaking his head as he looked back over at you. 

"[y/n]," he began, "I'm sorry you're going through all this. You don't deserve to be treated like this. He doesn't deserve you." 

You looked over at him, the street light above illuminating his features despite most of them hiding behind a blue piece of fabric. He seemed genuinely troubled by your news; how he looked at you caused you to fold. 

You couldn't help it. You leaned forward, resting your head on his shoulder as you were wracked with quiet sobs. You held a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry. 

"[y/n]," he murmured to you wistfully, his breath warm against your neck. Although preoccupied with your cries, you couldn't help but notice how he hesitatingly wrapped his arms around you. No one would have ever suspected "Friend-Killer Kakashi" to be so gentle in such a tumultuous moment in your life. But the warmth of his body was the first you had felt all week. You melted into him, clinging to his shoulder as more tears fell onto his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting your shirt all wet," you pulled back sometime later, your breath shuddering from crying. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. 

"That is so like you to care about my shirt when you're the one that is crying," he smiled softly at you. You laughed lightly, pushing your palm against your eyes to rid yourself of any more tears. 

"I'm sorry, though," you said again, looking away in embarrassment, "for crying." 

"[y/n]," Kakashi said to you quietly, shaking his head slightly, "I've known you longer than I've known most people in this village. You can cry on my shoulder any time you want." 

You smiled at him through another hiccup, a blush creeping across your cheeks at his comment. Had he always been so caring? Yes - of course he had. You had just been blind. 

"But I haven't even spoken to you in so long," you told him sadly, remembering how you avoided him whenever you were with Rayuu. 

"It's fine," he told you, "I know the reason." 

"The reason?" You stiffened, wondering if he had known about your crush all those years ago.

"His jealousy, and all," he waved a dismissive hand, intentionally not saying his name.

You frowned, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it's as so obvious. Rayuu's jealousy was always targeted at you in particular." 

"Well, understandable, I suppose." 

Your eyes shot up to him, and he quickly back peddled, "I- uh - it was just some rumor Gai had accidentally started a few years back. There is no truth to it." 

"A rumor?" You narrowed your eyebrows, confused. Had someone found out about how she felt?

Kakashi waved a dismissive hand. Was he blushing? 

"It's nothing." 

You pursed your lips, leaning forward, "tell me, Kakashi. What are you talking about?" 

"[y/n], why would you care about some stupid rumor? You're too bright to care about what other people think." 

You cocked an eyebrow, seeing him dance around the subject. 

"It's about me being with someone? Me and who?" 

Kakashi looked away, feigning inattentiveness by watching a group of younger shinobi exit the bar, sloshed. Blush prickled at the tips of his ears. Realization hit you.

"About you and me?" You asked. His eye swiveled back to you, searching your face. The two of you blushed furiously. 

"It was years ago, [y/n]," he shook his head, leaning back in his seat in an attempt to appear uncaring, "we were just kids." 

You nodded, looking down. Kids, yes. You sighed, watching him look away still. He was a master at hiding his emotions, unlike you. 

"Right, kids," you repeated, looking down. The pair sat silently for a few beats as you digested this new information. Was it new? Not really. You looked over at him, the way he leaned back against the bench so nonchalantly a deep contrast to Rayuu's perpetual uptight demeanor. You welcomed Kakashi's calm presence. Something familiar. Something you had forgotten you loved. 

"I should get going," you stood, wobbling slightly on the spot as you pushed your hair from your eyes. Kakashi looked up at you, turning his head back at the group of men that had just left the bar. 

"Let me walk you home," he offered, standing up. He towered over you, his build wider than you remembered. How long had it been since you last saw him? 

"I can take care of myself," you lifted a defensive hand, remembering how Rayuu would always demean your skills as a kunoichi. 

"I know you can," he replied sincerely, "I've seen what you are capable of. I'd just like to make sure you get home in one piece before you fall in the river or something." 

You laughed, pushing your hair away from your eyes once more. You had forgotten how much he made you laugh. Or the way he made you feel capable. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be defensive," you said quietly. 

"It's okay," he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, "I understand the place you're coming from." 

He hesitated, looking at you, "I don't mean to share my opinions, and I hope you don't find this offensive, but you deserve better than him, [y/n]." 

You looked up at him, unsure of how to respond. Over the last week, it had become more apparent just how ignorant you were to the circumstances Rayuu subjected you to. His controlling nature had dominated your life, leaving you vulnerable and weak to his rules, so you didn't end up alone. And yet, here you were anyway. Alone. 

But were you? Kakashi's eye crinkled in a delicate smile, the kind you used to receive when you would tell him a bad joke, and he felt bad for you. This time, something different was behind it, something you hadn't seen before. Your chest tightened. 

When neither of you said a word, you both began walking, your stride in unison with his, falling into an old rhythm just as your relationship with him had. Your limbs felt heavy from the drinks, but your heart felt lighter. 

"We should spar soon," you offered suddenly, looking over at him, "like the old days."

Kakashi nodded, his eyebrow lifted as he contemplated your offer. 

"We should," he glanced down at you, "your wind technique is always a hassle against my lightning. It always served as a catalyst to improve my skills." 

You smiled, "tomorrow?" 

"Tomorrow." 

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The cool seasonal air of fall nipped at your cheeks as you entered the bar, tired from your week-long mission. Since your break up, your mission rating had gone up significantly. Maybe it was the amount you were training now, or perhaps it was the quality of your training that had improved, ergo, enhancing your skills and confidence as a kunoichi. Regardless, you felt like a different person. 

"Give the lady a drink, will you?" Asuma called to the bartender, slapping a palm between your shoulder blades as Kurenai smiled proudly beside him. "She just got back from her first S-Rank mission." 

"How did it go?" Kurenai asked, her chin balanced in her palm. Her ruby lips smiled at you, and you couldn't help but feel prideful for a moment. 

"Smoothly," you nodded, taking the drink from the bartender's hand, "the Hokage was pleased with our report." 

"And where is your teammate now?" Asuma asked without looking, his fist wrapped around the handle of a large beer. 

"I'm here," Kakashi appeared behind you, sitting beside you on the barstool.

"Always late, this one," you shoved a thumb over your shoulder at him, and he shook his head, lifting two fingers at the bartender. A glass of sake appeared before you moments later, its clear contents sloshing around in a shot glass. You looked over at Kakashi, your eyebrows lifted in surprise as he held the glass up between you both.

"Cheers," he said, handing you the shot, "to your first successful s-rank mission. You earned it." 

You licked your lip as you tried to hide your grin. 

"Couldn't have done it without you," you told him earnestly.

The glasses clinked, and you quickly took the shot, your glasses slamming in unison against the oak bar. You giggled, looking back up at him as he chuckled alongside you. You pushed your hair from your face, your cheeks flushed already as you looked over his shoulder. 

Suddenly, your body froze, and you quickly averted your eyes. Rayuu had walked in alone, his eyes scanning the bar as you looked away. Heart pounding, you leaned against the bar and shielded your face. You heard a quizzical noise come from Kakashi's throat as he leaned closer to you. 

"Was top shelf too strong?" He jested, not realizing the heat radiating off your ears. 

"It's not that," you moved your hand to your mouth, wondering how you could get out of here without him noticing. You cursed under your breath. You hadn't seen him since that day on the bench. It was a relatively small bar, frequented mainly by shinobi after missions. How you had avoided him this long was unknown to you, but it stung extra for him to walk in while you were celebrating. 

"What is it?" Kakashi asked, his tone changing. 

"Don't look," you told him through gritted teeth, "my ex just walked in." 

Kakashi quickly sat back up in his seat, his spine straight as you continued to hunch over the bar. You shook your head. Were your hands shaking? You glanced over, realizing he was trying to shield you from view with his body. 

"Hey," Kurenai appeared beside you, whispering in your ear, "do you want me to see if the bartender will ask him to leave? He already looks drunk. I doubt they'll serve him." 

"No," you waved dismissively, "He'll know I'm here." 

"Mhm," Kurenai nodded, looking over your shoulder, "he's alone. I wonder if the rumor is true."

"The rumor?"

"Kuranai-" Kakashi warned, looking past you. 

"She should know, Kakashi," the black-haired woman gestured to you as you looked between them.

"I don't think now is the time-" 

"Mai and Rayuu broke up," Kurenai stated shortly, "there. See? That's all." 

Kakashi sighed heavily, looking down at you. Kuranai squeezed your shoulder before Asuma pulled her away. 

"I hope he doesn't try-"

"[y/n]?" 

Your blood ran cold in your veins, your hand jolting as you knocked over the empty shot glass. Behind you, Kurenai and Asuma looked over, their eyes on you. You took a moment, collecting yourself before you lifted your gaze. He was disheveled, hair brown hair greasy and unkempt. 

"What are you doing here, Rayuu?" Was all you could manage. You should have just ignored him. You should have just pretended you didn't hear him over the noise of the chatter in the bar. Still, you folded. Weak.

"I was jus' looking for a drink," Kurenai had been right; he was already drunk. You held your head in your hand, looking away. The chair beside you swiveled, and Kakashi's eye connected with two blue ones. 

"Ohh," Rayuu cooed mockingly, "the rumor has finally come to fruition." 

Asuma stepped in, his hands held up in front of Rayuu, "Rayuu, maybe you should leave." 

Rayuu's arm pushed Asuma aside, taking a step closer to you. You shook your head, pleading with him not to do this. He was about to make a scene, you could tell. You looked at the back of Kakashi's head, his calm demeanor like a lighthouse to you. 

"No, really," Rayuu continued, "I knew it all along. I knew it would happen. You both always had eyes for each other." 

"Nothing is going on, Rayuu," you told him, "it's not what you think."

"She doesn't owe you anything," Kurenai gestured to you, shaking her head. 

"[y/n]," Rayuu's voice softened suddenly at your acknowledgment of him, "let's go talk outside. Please?"

Your eyes widened, unable to respond suddenly. Embarrassment enveloped you. Was this really happening? Right in front of everyone? 

"I'm sorry, baby," he said to you, taking another step, "I made a mistake. Mai and I are through. I shouldn't have done what I did." 

You shook your head, disgusted. His blue eyes remained locked on you, pleading with you. He took another step, and his chest was met with a sturdy extended hand. 

"That's enough," Kakashi advised him. Rayuu turned his attention to the silver-haired Jonin, his expression melting into contempt. 

"You don't speak for her," Rayuu pointed at you, and your cheeks flushed. 

"That's right," Kakashi stood from his chair, "I don't speak for her. Something you weren't real good at." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rayuu's eyes narrowed, his lip curling. 

"Rayuu, just leave, please," you stood beside Kakashi, "It's over between us."

"No, really," he continued, looking up at Kakashi as he remained passive, staring down at him, "what do you mean by that, cold-blooded Kakashi?"

The bar had gone quiet, a lingering chatter in the corner to the few that hadn't turned their gazes to the commotion in the front of the room. The bartender gave a warning, knowing well that he would not be able to stop two shinobi from duking it out in front of him. 

"Just means she deserves better than a dirtbag like you." 

"Kakashi - I don't need y-"

Rayuu threw a left hook at Kakashi, his arm bracing in front of his mask. Before Rayuu's arm even made contact, a fist landed squarely on his jaw, throwing him into a cluster of chairs behind him. 

"Kakashi!" A hand flew to your mouth, your eyes wide as other patrons gathered around Rayuu, pulling him up to his feet. He wiped a drip of blood from his lip, trying in vain to get back to Kakashi as Asuma and the other patrons ushered him out of the bar. Your eyebrows narrowed as embarrassment bubbled within you. You grabbed Kakashi's wrist, pulling him past a shocked Kurenai and toward the bar's back hallway. 

"Why did you do that?" You asked him pointedly. Clearly, he was flustered by the interaction as well. The usual calm collected Kakashi had disappeared at that moment. "You don't need to fight for me, Kakashi. I can do it myself." 

"I know you can," he replied quietly, pushing his hair back. He avoided your eyes. 

"Then why did you do that?" You took a step closer. 

"I don't know. I-" 

You had never seen the copy-ninja lost for words in all the years of knowing him. The way he looked around the room, pushing his hair from his eyes habitually, a nervous tick he did when he felt embarrassed. Still, you pushed him.

"If you think you need to step in for me, you're just like him-"

"It's not like that," he said, his eyes meeting yours. 

"Then what is?" 

It all happened so quickly that your mind barely registered the reality that had suddenly unfolded. There was a hazy sense of his large hand grabbing your waist, pulling you against his hips as he stared down at you. Your hands landed on his chest, staring at his expression, a tender, affectionate gaze hiding behind a mask of apprehension. 

You blinked at him, taken aback, as his eyes flickered to your lips. Your face flushed, and your lips parted, a vague set of words hanging on your tongue that you couldn't find the brain power to speak. 

Whispering his name was all you could manage as the modest distance between you both began to shrink. Your ears rang loudly, heat sweeping up your spine as you felt his palm slide up your back. You couldn't breathe, you thought. You couldn't think. What was happening? Was this real?

The question hung in the air between you both, your noses brushing as his eyes clung to yours, searching for your consent. You lifted a shaking hand to his jaw, barely nodding before his mouth pressed boldly against your lips. You exhaled against him, arching your spine to conform to his body while you slid your arms around his neck. 

His body pressed against yours, feeling your back hit the wall behind you. You felt his bare lips against yours a moment later, the taste of sake on his tongue and you must have gasped. Quickly, he began pulling away, but your hands were at his cheeks, pressing his mouth back to yours desperately. 

A clatter of a glass beyond the hallway pulled you both away. You still held each other close, turning back to look at one another under the dim light of the bar hallway. What a strange place for a first kiss, you thought. It wasn't your first time seeing his face, but it was certainly your first time seeing it at this distance. Still, your heart beat wildly in your chest, a smile surfacing on your lips as you looked up at him. He smiled too. 

A hand lifted to your cheek, the side of his thumb ghosting over your skin as his tender gaze stared down at you. Rayuu had never looked at you like this. Such warmth didn't come out of nowhere, you thought. He had to have been harboring these emotions for you for some time. 

"How long have you been waiting to do that?" You whispered to him through the darkness. A smile crept on his lips. 

"Longer than you'll ever know." 

[harrysmimi]

Best Boyfriend

Synopsis: One where Harry finds his girl having a break down

More of my work

Harry was going over to see his girlfriend at her flat as he'd returned back in London just last night.

It was a Saturday morning and he has been planning to surprise her with a weekend away. Maybe a little trip to somewhere near or day out in London itself. He picked up breakfast on his way to her flat.

His heart sunk to his stomach the moment he entered her flat with the help of the spare key she gave him last Christmas, it was his present she said so he can come over whenever he pleased. There he found his girl layed on her bed in her studio flat with text books and printed notes every spread over the mattress, the place was a mess, pillows and blankets thrown on the floor to make room for her stuff. She was layed there with her laptop on her tummy watching some cartoon crying her eyes out. By the sounds of the show playing on her computer it seemed it was something funny and not something to cry over.

"Hey, love what's wrong?" He rushed towards her dropping the bag pf breakfast on the coffee table. "Are you watching a sad movie, baby?"

"No, I'm watching Noddy and Friends that's not fucking sad!" She cried. "I'm sorry!"

"What's wrong, my love?" He moved her notes away carefully to make himself room to and proceeded to close her laptop shut to pull her in his arms.

"I can't do this!" She exclaimed, sobbing, "I understand nothing."

"What can you not do baby?" He was confused, "it's okay, do you wanna talk about it?"

"This stupid project. I don't know where to get the information from. My professor thinks just because he's been teaching this subject for thirty years that we know everything. This sucks! I wanna drop out." She on ranting, "but I can't because my mum will be mad. This is so draining."

"Why don't you ask your professor do give you some tips?" He suggested.

"I did, he said I'll get everything online and in the notes. I have no fucking idea where to find a fucking Balance sheet of a random company online."

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's all okay." He assured her, "let's do one thing, you're up for it?"

"What?" She whined, "I don't want to go anywhere. Just lemme be here."

"No, listen to me. I got us breakfast, I'm sure you didn't even had your breakfast yet. Then we're gonna go on a little walk." His hand ran in soothing strokes on her spine. "It's just a project, I'll help you with it." Now that made her loft her head up, he had tried helping her once before but gave up because he did not understood a thing he read. "No, I am gonna help you this time. I promise you. Now come on let's eat."

"I don't want to." She started crying all over again. "I am sorry I'm crying."

"No it's alright lovie." He pressed a kiss on her forehead, "it's alright. Getting out will help clear your mind. I see watching something to do that isn't helping you now. Let's eat and go out, yeah? We can go get your favourite frozen yogurt."

Her fave turned of something of embarrassment when he mentioned of them going out. Her eyes pooled up with tears all over again, her cheeks glistening with the tears.

"I don't get paid till tomorrow!" And there she was sobbing again.

"Who said you've to pay? I'm taking you out on a date, now come on." He urged her, "I'll pick this all up for you." She finally agreed got out of bed to go wash up her face.

It's been little over eight months YN and Harry started seeing each other, and out of three months he was away for filming for Dunkirk and getting his album all finished up. He is sure she is still not quite over her little awkward and shy phase, but he doesn't blame her. She's got a lot going anyway. She's in the last year of college and it's been stressful for her. And living miles and miles away from home wasn't doing anything to help her either, last year she couldn't even go to see her family over her winter break. Harry took it upon himself to be with him.

He's most amazing boyfriend!

It was the best Christmas he's spent in a long, long time though. Though she couldn't buy him presents like he did (and went a little overboard) she made him a few little DIY ones. Like jar of little notes to read when he's feeling: low, anxious or just need a little motivation, a pearl necklace (though he broke it on accident soon after), gave him a free manicure.

She's a keeper, Mitch said seeing the little glass jar at Harry's place.

Meanwhile Harry gathered up her notes spread all over her bed, and took everything out of the little take out boxes onto dishes. Put back her bed together for her even though he knows she's gonna be pissed for doing her work. She needs a break.

"Come on," he grabbed her hand in a gentle hold before she could even say a word and walk to the coffee table where he'd set up their breakfast.

"Thank you!" She cooed noticing he's got all her favourite food. Like he really woke up early and went to the restaurant and waited in line to get the food which she likes. It warmed her heart.

"Of course my love," he leaned in to get his long awaited kiss from her with puckered lips. She finally smiled and leaned in too press a kiss on the full on his lips. "That's my girl!" He grinned peppering her face with more sloppy and wet kisses which made her let out a line of soft giggles.

They went out like he promised her. They got the Frozen yogurt from her favourite place, he even surprised her with an impromptu visit to the London Eye.

Later that day he actually sat down and started on with the project with her. It was a difficult one so they're going to have to spend the sunday in to get it done as it was due on Monday, midnight. Two days seemed enough.

He actually helped her and not be his naughty self and annoy her like her enjoys to some times.

N O T E :

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[hydrangeyes]

Macaque x Dragon seme Male reader 🍋🍋🍋

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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porn porn porn some plot porn

requested by Kai_Mitsuo

WARNING: THIS IS VERY EXPLICIT, I REPEAT HOTNY O CLOCK, DONT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFY (also pls skip if you are a minor, seriously)

Think I uh had too much fun with this one lolol

Anyway: Macaque goes to see an old..... friend of his. Placed not long after his first appearance on show I guess

2nd Warning: Macaque in heat, Rough smut, hinted scent kink, gagging, blowjobs, anal sex, slight fingering, begging

Notes:

current: A/b/o but not a/b/o lmao

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Was it weird for him to come here? Maybe. But here he was anyway.

A gentle breeze moves past him, carrying the sounds of your workers and devotees alike with it. He anxiously stares up at the palace you called home. The deep greens and warm blue decor were a sort of comfort to him outside of red now.

Macaque has been standing on those stone steps longer than he wished but, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Would you be happy to see him? Especially if he shows up like this?

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Of course, you were. Having heard through a spy of yours about his return, you almost rushed to him immediately.

But you knew he needed to come to you, so you waited.

And sensing him enter your side of the celestial realm caused you to start pacing the palace to relieve the exciting tension.

The rush of relief at catching a single sniff of familiar blackberries and peaches. You felt no shame, in saying all your senses focused only on him.

From an outside view, the servants watched as their Lord paced around dragon-like tail wagging like a pup.

Not able to stand it any longer you rush out, shoving the door open. Welcoming him with a tackled hug. A pleased rumble leaving you when, after the shock, macaque practically clings onto you in return.

You tilt your head to nuzzle into his scarf, a little annoyed it was in your way of his neck. You can't help but tease him.

"You idiot, how dare you finally visit me then smell like garbage." You grumble, pushing your head away. A habit you both would make when things began to feel too sappy.

Macaque lets out a sharp laugh, tail curling around your own, as he looks up at you bemused. "And you still stuck at saying hello."

"You don't smell like mine anymore." You huff not even letting him go as you both got up off the ground. Not that macaque was trying to untangle himself from you anyway.

Said trickster chuckles softly, relaxing into you as you carried him inside.

"Well, it has been ages. Lend me your bath?"

"Mm, a meal and then a bath." You answer back signaling a few servants to get that started.

"I've missed you my sweet phoenix."

"Hah, been a while since I last heard that......

.....I've missed you too..."

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Macaque let out a pleased his as he sinks into your personal hot springs, slipping the towel around his waist off. Dipping under to get his head wet, purring once he surfaces.

You smile and hold back a purr of your own as you watch him happily swim around and eventually come back to the edge to lay his head on it.

It wasn't the first time you both have seen each other naked, but every time you couldn't help but feel something stirs in your gut.

Nothing new but the urge to jump him was stronger than you thought. Then, with nothing but his natural scent you caught a more heavier sweeter scent.

Adjusting your own towel around your waist, you move to sit next to him on the edge, Preferring to just dip your legs in for now. Keep a cool head

"Better?" You coo, gently moving to run your hand through his fur.

"Mhm~" He closes his eyes and hums leaning into the touch, even going so far as to place his head on your lap instead. It's been so long since he's felt this relaxed, feeling safe enough to.

Macaque unconsciously nuzzles your thigh, letting out deep purrs and soft moans as you work to detangle his fur and massage any tense muscles. Even letting out a hurt whimper when you begin to stop.

You try your best not to react to it. But seeing his flushed cheeks, how sweet and eager he was to stay under your touch. You shift feeling your cock twitch in interest.

'Get it together n/n, you just got him back, you can wait to jump him right?'

while you inwardly try to fight back your increasingly horny thoughts, macaque cracks an eye open in confusion. you stopped your petting and were squirming around and he wanted to know why.

imagine his surprise, when he gets an eye full of your half hard cock. he didn't realize he was this far on your lap and put two and two together.

Suddenly it wasn't just the hot springs making him flush. with hooded eyes, macaque slips in between your legs, snapping your attention back to him.

"Aah sweetheart, that's um.. I can smell that you're.."

"hm in heat? did you think I didn't notice?" he purrs bodly leaning forward to rub his cheek against your covers crotch. Something in you snapped.

Here your plum was acting so boldly. You run your hands through his fur, and pull his head back. Watching his eyes dilate and a hitch moan leave his mouth. "I was trying to be patient. Be a good mate for you" You rumble, tugging him up to play a kiss on his cheek then ear, then neck.

"Allow you to gather your strength for later tonight." gently opening your mouth to glide a fang over his neck. Mcaque shudders, reaching out to grip your thighs to keep himself up. Looking you in the eye, he gives you a little smirk. "I rather you fuck me senseless now."

With that macaque doesn't even hesitate ducking back down and tug off your towel. Letting his mind finally sink and let his heat take over.

He happily moves to lick and teasingly kiss your hard cock. His eyes never once leaving yours, snapping what was left of your restraint.

Gripping his fur and signaling to him you thrust into his mouth. Both of you letting out a pleasure groan as you his the back of his mouth and down his throat.

"Is this what you wanted?" You growl not letting up in fucking his throat, taking pleasure in each gag macaque makes now and then.

Macaque himself letting out the sluttiest of moans and greedily moving his tongue to get a taste of you, sucking hard and deep as if to never have you leave his mouth.

Your toes curl under the water in pleasure. "F-fuck miss this slutty mouth of yours." You coo, yanking his head back to let him breathe. Looking over the mess you made his face, spit and pre cum sticking his lips as he open mouth pants.

His eyes looked watery and if you looked further you can see a hand pumping his own cock quickly.

"A-ah Mm n-n/n please~" Macaque whines trying to nudge his head forward to lick and suckle on your tip. Your cock twitches and you buck to rub it against his face. "Please what pet?~" you growl loosening your hold more for him.

"Fuck me~ please? Need you to fuck me, fill me up with your cum~" Macaque chirps, giving one more kiss to you dick before climbing up onto your lap. Desperately kissing your jaw and neck, arching when you run a clawed hand down his back to tap then rub at his eager hole.

Earlier when macaque was washing up he made sure to be thorough. Hoping for this out come even. His heat having started the moment he entered your home.

That and knowing that you wouldn't be able to resist him for long if he so wanted didn't help.

Macaque flinched and let's out a gasped moan when suddenly your hand smacks down on his ass. Feeling how relaxed his hole was thrust two fingers in easily, finding it already slicked up and a little loose.

"Ah the perfect slut in heat I swear, you planned this didn't you? Touching yourself before getting in here I bet~ not even warning me that you were starting~"

Nodding quickly macaque grips onto your back to buck his hips back to try and rude your fingers, tail curling around your wrist and arm. "Y-yes! Didn't ah! Mh want to wait!" He groaned nuzzling your neck and taking in a deep sniff.

Your heady scent coupled with the hot steam of the spring almost made him dizzy. The feel of your fingers pumping and curling inside him almost to much.

"Fuck! C-come on, I-" he gasps, mouth wide open drooling. He tilts his head to the side when you nudge it, almost coming when you sink your teeth into his shoulders. You growl and adding a third finger, thrust them in deeper to hit his prostate.

With a few more well place bites, you finally pull your fingers out. Cooing and rubbing macaques' back as he shudders and whimpers at the empty feeling.

"Mm good boy, not coming after that~ good to know you're still well trained." You whisper into his ears, carefully unwinding his tail from your arm. Taking the base of your cock you guide it to slowly enter macaque.

Macaque sucks in a breathe, arching and gripping your shoulders with a hiss. How could he forget how thick you are. The hot flesh stretching just shy pass his limit, causing his legs to tremble and his own cock to spit out even more pre cum.

Of course then there's you. Curling over him and spreading his cheeks to get an eye full of his ass greedily taking you in. Fuck he was just as tight as you remembered. Macaque yelps feeling you cock pulse and get even harder. "S-stop watching it!" He half heartedly protest, letting out a throaty moan when he finally feels all of you in him.

"Mm your still able to speak?"

You grip his hips, slowly lifting him so that just your tip remained in him. Then slamming him back down to the base.

"That won't do~"

Macaque cries out in pleasure, scrambling to dig his claws in you deeper as you set a fast and hard pace.

Not giving him a second to breathe,you keep it up, even moving to light a leg over your shoulder thrusting deeper.

"Nghgh!!! N-n/n wa-AH-IT!" Macaque hiccups, hands shaking to grip tighter on your shoulders. His eyes rolling back as he gets lost in the pleasure.

You, yourself grunt and growl at the tight heat surrounding your cock. Biting your lip as a way to stay focus enough to not pop a knot. Not yet, later, later.

The scent of Macaque's slick and heat didn't help at all. In fact, only driving you to drill the slick hole harder. Macaque almost swore he saw stars with each hit to his prostate, tightening around you as if not want you to leave but also suck you further in.

"Ah~ so good sweetheart~ fill mmh! So good around me!" You pant out following instincts to nip and bite his nipples and exposed skin. Wanting others to see your claim not just smell it.

"C-close! Pleaseee" Is all macaque could get out, mind mush with nothing but pleasure and your name in it.

You chuckle darkly looking down to watch the way his ockc twitched and spurt out streams of precum. Ah you both were a mess down there.

Adjusting to free a hand you reach down to grasp the vase of his cock and pump it at the same speed of your thrust.

"Cum~"

And like that macaque does. Letting out a silent scream as his body flinched and trembled, cuming hard enough to get it on his neck and your face.

Shuddering in delight at the sight you thrust as deep as you could without knotting him and groan happily toghtening your hold on him. Cuming and just barely slowing your thrusts to milk the orgasm.

After a bit you finally slow down, listening to macaque babble and purr about you stuffing him full.

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*runs away* stopping this here! Sorry if it's shitty was writing this in between work and classes! Idk how to end this!

Edited: Uhm that and edited down as I got....very descriptive *clears throat* ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

[lil-ace]

Gift for @march-flowerr based on a scene in chapter 20 of lay bare the bones of the earth, (hopefully I managed to do it justice!) :

“Count us down,” Tommy instructs Joel, and then chirrups to Justified and takes off before he’s even started counting. Ellie screeches and digs her heels into Curry’s sides, leans over her saddle as her horse leaps forward. “You asshole!” They race across the plains, the distance closing between them till they’re neck to neck. Tommy’s laughing; he’s taken off his hat and has the brim of it clenched between his teeth, both hands woven tight into the reins as he hunches forward. He catches Ellie’s eye and smirks, and she calls him a fucking cheater and surges ahead. The ground flashes beneath her; ahead, the walls of Jackson grow closer, taller. The lupine tickles the side of her face, whipped into a frenzy by the wind. She feels - powerful, connected: to her horse, to her valley, to her people. Her family. She glances over her shoulder. Tommy waves at her, his hat in his hand. He shouts something she can’t hear, but she grins all the same. She beats them all home.

I want to thank March for everything that 'lay bare the bones of the earth' is, and what a lovely ride it's been to follow along for these past few months. Painting this over the weekend was a really emotional and fulfilling experience for me, and I got a lot to say about it, so I'll put it under the read more cut to not clog up people's dashes lol.

Art school genuinely made me lose passion for art. I got so burnt out creatively that I didn't draw for years after art school. Initially I feared I'd lost all my skills with how long I hadn't drawn anything and that anxiety only made me put off picking up a pen for even longer. But as I was slowly getting back into art, my skills were just fine (albeit a bit rusty) but I came to the realization I'd lost something worse: The burning passion to create. Making art was now boring. It didn't feel fun or meaningful like it used to. All of my art felt hollow, because I felt hollow. I had always used art as a means to express myself creatively, emotionally, and you used to be able to see that in my art. Art school ruined that, it turned art into a mechanical chore, something to be nit-picked apart, critiqued and verbally torn to shreds. It made me look down on everything I made as 'not good enough', look at all the flaws and mistakes. I no longer wanted to share my art with people, because I was so convinced that's all they'd see, too. It's something I'm still working on unlearning now.

A large part of getting back into art has been trying to make it feel fun again, which has been a bit of a struggle. So I figured if I can't feel happy just by making art, maybe if I involve my special interest in it (tlou), the joy I feel from engaging with my special interest would maybe rub off on drawing eventually. So I slowly started drawing tlou fanart, just for myself. While I've been in the fandom since the very beginning, I've never really interacted a ton with other people in the fandom, outside of leaving kudos on fics, maybe a comment if I could work up the courage for it (socially anxious autistic person over here). But one of my close friends finally convinced me to make a tumblr, try posting some art and connect with other tlou fans. I've been slowly dipping my toes in tlou tumblr and it's been a lovely experience so far.💖

Tlou fics have always been a great source of comfort for me, and reading lay bare the bones of the earth was such an emotional journey, one that made me cry multiple times (happy tears & sad tears!). But reading chapter 20 was something else. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's been living rent free in my head ever since. March's words painted such a beautiful picture. I just got this image stuck in my mind, of Tommy & Ellie racing through the lupine fields as the sun is setting behind them and I had this burning urge to paint it, a feeling I haven't had in years! Figuring out the composition, picking all the colors, trying to get Curry's Appaloosa spots right, it made me feel all giddy as I could see each step bringing it closer to completion. I feel like I finally got a little taste of the joy I had for art all those years ago. And I wouldn't have gotten to experience that had I not gotten to read lay bare the bones of the earth. I can't thank you enough for that March 🥺 You've created such a wonderful story, the way you portray emotions is so raw, your writing reminds me of a rainy summer's day in the best way. You are such an inspiration and I can't wait to see what you do next!

[captain19cb97]

Hi 👋 could I request a cute fluffy fic of girl y/n caring for sick Jungkook who caught a bad cold because he was playing with bam in the rain . Fluff and comfort. Please 🥹🙏please

Hi, Anon! 👋🏻

Oh my gosh, thank you so much😭 for being my first request, and sending this. I hope I was able to do your request justice and that you like it, but if I didn't, I'm so sorry! And feel free to send in another one.

Requests are open!

-Em

I'll Always Take Care of You :: JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader, side Jungkook x Bam (our boy has to have a moment with his puppy. he's such a great dog daddy🥰 ofc)

Word Count: 2770

Genre: Fluff/Comfort.

Warnings: Use of the term medicine, but I don't technically specify what kind. Other than that, I don't think there is anything. If there is, though, let me know and I will tag it!

You’d always loved the rain- thunderstorms, light drizzles, downpours, you name it. Most times when it would rain, you would turn on soft music, letting the sound fill your apartment before you’d make yourself a cup of hot tea, or hot chocolate if you were in the mood for something sweeter, before grabbing your fluffiest blanket and whatever book you were reading at the time and sit yourself in your little window seat in your living room and letting the day waste away while the rain fell outside.

Of course, occasionally, you’d forego all the set up and instead, you’d pull on a sturdy pair of shoes and maybe a jacket if you weren’t feeling like getting too wet, before running outside to enjoy the rain in the purest way.

When you met Jungkook, and you both realized that you shared the same love, and appreciation, for the rain, running around outside together and getting soaked to the bone became a much more common activity. And it only became more fun when you guys moved in together and Jungkook would let his dog, Bam, come outside with you both.

Now, usually, you were really good about not doing that when the weather was turning colder, though, never wanting to run the risk of you or Jungkook catching a cold. But sometimes, Jungkook’s childish nature got the best of him, and even if you wouldn’t join them, the two of them would still go and run around in the grass outside the apartment. Jungkook’s laugh always carried enough for you to hear inside, and it always brought a smile to your face, hearing him having so much fun, like he didn’t have a care in the world, and like he hadn’t been buried up to his neck in work at the company only hours before coming home to you and Bam.

Tonight, had been one of those nights. You’d told Jungkook you didn’t think it was a good idea because it had been decently cold the last week and even though today was warmer, the second the rain started, you knew it’d be better to sit it out and watch from the window, while dinner simmered in the kitchen.

“But baby,” Jungkook pouted at you, standing with his legs straddling Bam’s standing form, his hands clutching the sides of the poor, confused dog’s face. “He just wants to go run in the rain! Look at this face, are you really going to tell our son, no?”

Not even looking up from the open pages of your book at your boyfriend’s face, you had to resist the urge to smile at what you knew would be his best pout. It worked on you too often, so much so that all of your guys’ friends would tease you for being too soft when it came to Jungkook. “It’s raining too much for him to go outside right now, and it’s cold.” You said, finally raising your eyes enough to actually meet Jungkook’s. “And you could get sick. You hate being sick.”

Jungkook let out a quiet whine, finally letting Bam’s face go, only to hold him still with a gentle hand on his collar as he leaned down towards him, “Bam, go tell mom we want to go outside. Go tell her you wanna go.” He told the dog in an excited voice, knowing full well what it was going to do to him. “Go, go, go.”

You groaned, halfheartedly, as Bam bounded towards you- shoving his face into your hands, and pushing your book out of the way before he looked up at you with a look Jungkook was attempting to mirror from his same spot by the couch.

You sighed, petting Bam’s head, “Bam, it’s cold, baby, and your puppy rain jacket hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Awe, baby, come on! Please.” Jungkook whined again, “We won’t even stay out there for very long. 5 minutes, I promise. Just 5 minutes, and then we’ll come in and get dry and then we can have dinner.”

You met your boyfriend’s eyes, and sighed, finally letting the corner of your mouth curl up, “5 minutes, Jeon Jungkook, and then your booties better be back inside this apartment and drying off.”

Before you even finished getting the words out, Jungkook was throwing an excited fist into the air, before rushing towards you to quickly press his lips to the top of your head as he all but yelled out, “Thank you, baby!” before he was running towards the door to pull his shoes on, “Bam! Let’s go, buddy!”

He grinned widely at you once more, a moment later, as you held up 5 fingers with a knowing look, at which he shot a quick nod back at you as he let Bam pull him out of the front door. You couldn’t stop the little laugh the bubbled out of your chest at just how endearing you found that man as you quickly headed down to your shared bedroom for a change of clothes and two towels for when they came back in.

It was, of course, longer than 5 minutes, but you took one look at your boyfriend’s excited and smiling face when the door shut behind them and knew you couldn’t be upset about it- not really. Even as he shivered, standing in front of you as you draped one of the towels around his shoulders, before you dropped down to Bam’s level to start drying him off, you knew that they’d had enough fun that Jungkook didn’t care about being cold.

The next morning, you both had gotten up and gone about your morning routines like always. You gave him a quick kiss before you left for work, knowing that he was supposed to be home late tonight because he was busy at the company. Which is why, when you’d finally come home that night, and noticed a lump- the shape of your boyfriend, fast asleep on the couch, you were more than a little confused.

Your brow furrowed, “Baby?”

But he didn’t even move, just continued to sleep away, so you shrugged, and let it go long enough to get Bam leashed and outside for a couple minutes before you were back in the living room, crossing the floor to stand behind the couch, and reaching down to run your hand through Jungkook’s hair to carefully wake him up.

“Kookie?” You said softly, your breath hitching slightly when your fingers made contact with his skin. “Jungkook? Baby, you’re burning up, are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked quickly, gently shaking him awake.

He groaned, burying his face further into the couch cushion for a moment, before he turned his head enough to look up at you, “I got sent home this morning.” He pouted.

You frowned, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good, baby?”

“Because- “, He started coughing, so much that you quickly went and got him something to help soothe his throat. He took the bottle of water as you settled on your knees in front of him, your hand lovingly rubbing at his knee while he downed almost half the bottle. “Because you said you were going to be really busy today.”

You cooed softly, cupping his flushed cheek in one hand, “If I’d known you were sick, my love, I would’ve stopped to pick you up some stuff before I came home.” You slowly stood back up, brushing his hair away from his face as you looked down at him, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes, “Do you want me to go get you some medicine? Or some soup?”

He leaned forward, pressing his already hot forehead against your stomach as he shook his head.

You sighed, lightly wrapping your arms around his shoulder, twirling the hair at the base of his neck a little, trying to think of what the best thing would be to do first. “Okay, well we need to get your fever to break, so can you go take a cool shower for me, and while you do that, I’ll make you some soup to help your throat?”

He whined softly, and his shoulders slumped even more, “I don’t think I can stand for that long, baby.”

You cupped both of his cheeks and smiled softly, “Then I’ll run you a bath, okay?”

He nodded slowly, his lips pursing a little from your hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

You could see it in his eyes, just how bad he felt- both for not saying anything to you, but also just in general. His skin was flushed, and sweat had begun to bead along his hairline from the fever, his eyes didn’t have the same shine to them as usual, and the tip of his nose was red from all the sniffling and wiping that you knew he’d been doing.

You still smiled down at him, leaning down enough to press your lips to his warm forehead, “Don’t think on it for another second, baby. It’s okay. Just let me take care of you, now that I know, yeah?”

A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he nodded again, before you helped pull him from the couch and led him down the hall to the bathroom. You had him sit down on the toilet so you could get the bath started, making sure the temperature was cold enough to help bring his fever down, but still warm enough that he wouldn’t freeze sitting in there.

While the tub filled, you quickly put in a few drops of a couple different oils to help with his stuffy nose, the headache you knew he had, and his throat, before you went and grabbed him a change of clothes, and one of the fluffiest towels you guys owned for when he got out of the bath.

“Alright, my love, into the bath, please.” You told him softly.

He pouted at you, “It’s gonna be cold though.”

You nodded, “A little bit, yeah. But you’re running too warm, baby. You can’t take a hot bath right now. I’m sorry.” You cupped his cheek, “It’ll help, I promise.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your palm, “Will you stay in here with me?” He asked before he finally started to undress. “I know you said you were going to make me something to eat, but I don’t know if I can actually eat anything right now- not with how bad of a headache I have.”

You hummed softly, “What about just some hot tea for now, then?” You suggested instead, reaching out to stabilize him before he fell into the wall. “And some crackers, at least?”

He sighed tiredly, but nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

You smiled at him, watching him as he slowly got into the tub before he sank into the water with a shaky breath at the temperature. “I know, baby.” You told him, “You’ll get used to it in a minute. I’ll be right back, okay?”

He didn’t even have time to miss you, before you were walking through the doorway again, a steaming mug of hot tea in one hand, and a plate covered in a handful of crackers in the other. He watched, with an affectionate yet tired smile, as you sank to the floor next to the tub and held out the mug to him.

He was shivering a little bit as he wrapped his hands around the hot glass, relishing in the warmth it offered his cold fingers. “Have I told you lately, how lucky I am to have you?”

His voice was scratchy, and quiet, yet you heard every word and couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face as you held a cracker up towards his mouth for him to bite. You just shyly shook your head at him, playfully rolling your eyes at the same time.

“I mean it.” He mumbled, mouth half full of cracker. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life. You take such great care of me, and Bam, I’d be lost without you.” You could feel your heart fluttering at his words, and at the look in his eyes, as you offered him the rest of that first cracker, still not saying anything back. “I love you, baby.” He whispered, an adoring smile on his slightly chapped lips before he took another drink of his tea- made to perfection, like you always do for him.

You let out a soft sigh, “And I love you.” You told him, without any hesitation in your voice as you smiled at him.

Both of you had been keeping your voices soft, not wanting to disrupt the atmosphere of the dimly lit bathroom, as you kept him company, occasionally feeding him another cracker as he slowly sipped away at his tea, the water in the tub slowly losing what little warmth it had been harboring for him.

You reached up, brushing his bangs from his face before you held your hand to his forehead, then the back of his neck. “You’ve cooled down a lot. Feeling better?”

He nodded gently, “Headache’s almost completely gone. Can I get out now?”

You giggled softly, nodding as you stood up and grabbed the towel, you’d set aside for him. “Come on.”

After a long few minutes, Jungkook was nice and dry, sitting on the couch under a light blanket with some random movie playing on the tv, while you mulled around the kitchen to make you guys something small to eat, before you both retreated into your room so you could try to get him to bed.

It was easy to see that Jungkook was completely miserable still. You’d agreed to lay in bed with him, at least until he fell asleep, so that you could pick up the apartment a little bit, before you finally went to bed, too. But sleep was the last thing on his body’s mind- even if it was the one thing it needed the most.

He’d started coughing more, and no matter how he seemed to lay- on his back, on his right side, on his left side, sitting up a little bit with his back pressed into your chest- his nose was plugged and making it near impossible for him to breathe.

Finally, after getting him into a position that made it somewhat easier, you’d disappeared into the bathroom in search of cold medicine. When he heard you come back into the room, having had his back to the door and not wanting to move after spending so long just trying to get comfortable, he whined when he saw what you were holding in your hand.

“Baby, no, please.”

You gave him a look, “I know you don’t like it, but it’s all we’ve got right now, and you need to take something.”

“It makes me feel yucky the next morning, though.” He pouted.

“My love, I don’t think you’re going to feel any yuckier than you do right now.” You pointed out, handing him the recommended amount of the medicine, and holding the water bottle low enough that he could take the straw into his mouth.

“I don’t wanna.”

“Kookie, please, just take the medicine.” You sighed, “I promise you, that it’s going to help you feel better, and it’ll help you sleep.” He looked up at you, still pouting, but took the medicine finally, taking a big drink of water right after. “Thank you, baby.”

“Are you still staying until I fall asleep?” He asked, watching you put the water back down.

You glanced back down at him, “Yeah, I told you that I would.”

He hummed just loud enough for you to hear it as you rounded the bed again and climbed in behind him, moving close enough that you could run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp to help lull him to sleep a little faster.

Neither one of you said anything as you laid there, the darkness of the room enveloping the both of you in a comfortable atmosphere, with only the sounds of your breathing bouncing off the walls- with the occasional cough, too, of course. Until finally, it seemed like Jungkook was almost completely asleep.

You leaned over enough to glimpse at his face and smiled, carefully moving to get out of the bed to go do your few chores for the night, and just as you had wrapped your hand around the bedroom door handle, Jungkook’s voice quietly sounded from the bed.

“Thank you, for taking care of me.”

You smiled at his back, “I’ll always take care of you, baby.”

[yunalinwrites]

jjk fics i'll never write (but maybe you will!)

i have a bunch of fic ideas i dont think i'll ever get to bc saved by the bell is taking rlly long and i don't have a lot of time (╥﹏╥)

i still wanna see them come to life tho so i think im just gonna throw them out there for anyone who wants to use lol

idk maybe ill write these eventually but even in that case im not gonna stop anyone else from using them as well

go ahead and alter however u like, but tag me if u use!! im letting u peek in my brain >:)

and even if ur not a writer these can just b like imagination prompts for when u go to bed LMAO

"love is work" - nanami kento x reader

summary: title is self-explanatory tbh--the idea that nanami kento views love as work could be applied to any scenario. but, i think it would be interesting for the reader to be the person he meets at the bakery. maybe the bakery is a family business, so the reader's work is literally driven by familial love. although, im not sure if that means they agree or disagree with nanami about love being work.

alternatively, the reader could be a co-worker of nanami's.

conflicts/themes:

serving oneself vs. serving others

what makes love/work worth it?

"meet cute" - fushiguro megumi x reader

there are so many canon strangers to lovers opportunities with megumi lol.

like, being the person "hitting on" (asking for directions from) fushiguro during that one juju stroll.

or the person getting robbed and saved by the 1st year crew, also from juju stroll. (also applicable for yuji and nobara x reader)

there's also the light novel chapter where megumi and yuji stalk gojo at a maid cafe, so maybe the reader works at the maid cafe, and the very stoic but handsome megumi catches their eye. this scenario could also be applicable to yuji x reader or gojo x reader.

there's also an original scenario i was thinking of cuz megumi likes reading (specifically non fiction) so what if the reader was a worker at a book store or a librarian. maybe they know about sorcery already because they read a non-fic book about it and recognize his uniform when he walks in.

also i haven't seen a megumi x tsumiki's friend!reader, esp considering that one girl when tsumiki is confronting megumi about bullying lol. this one could have an interesting conflict bc that girl urged tsumiki to do the test of courage that ended up getting her cursed! so then how would megumi deal with his love interest (the reader) also being the person somewhat at fault for his sister's demise?

not a meet-cute prompt but generally i think it would b interesting in any megumi fic for gojo to be a conflict. like, as megumi's father figure, he doesn't want megumi to end up like him and suguru, so he's very hesitant about letting megumi fall in love with someone since "love is the most twisted curse of them all." but i think in the end, he might realize that love/the reader is exactly what will stop megumi from turning into suguru, so gojo ends up giving the reader his blessing.

"sugar makes blood thicker" - geto suguru x reader

tw: spoilers for gojo's past/hidden inventory/star plasma vessel/premature death arc, angst, DARK CONTENT, self-destructive behaviors, self-harm, eating disorders

summary: reader is a student at jujutsu high in 2006, alongside geto and gojo. reader is from the kamo clan and uses blood manipulation. they've been taught to keep a very strict diet to optimize the viscosity of their blood. just like how geto hates the taste of cursed spirits, reader hates the taste of their diet. they fall in love with each other, because they've finally met someone that makes them feel understood.

if you want to go even darker, the reader's technique may involve cutting (kind of like marie from gen v)

conflicts/themes:

what's the point of fighting for a world that's done nothing for you in return? ("what has the world done for me lately?")

sugar makes blood thicker, which i can imagine is harder to control for a blood manipulation user

gojo satoru is the opposite of the reader: he eats however he pleases, which includes lots of sweets, so it's hard for the reader to be around him/doesn't like him. as a result, it's also hard for geto to have to pick sides between his best friend and the reader

ending: canon ending; geto chooses reader over gojo; they turn evil and run away together with nanako and mimiko. although it could also be interesting for geto to choose gojo over the reader, or if there's somehow a happy ending for everyone here.

I have no title for this one but gojo x megumi's older sister reader

self-explanatory. during the 2006 arc, after gojo kills toji. they raise megumi together <3

"if only i could go back" - any character x reader

summary: this is pretty self-indulgent lol this one's for everyone who wants to heal everyone's trauma and just have a happy ending lmao. i had this idea of the reader either being a sorcerer or a curse who has the power to grant one wish but in doing so sacrifices themselves (they die). so, obviously, they're in high demand by everyone:

megumi wants to heal his sister

gojo wants to bring suguru back

geto wants to rid the world of non-sorcerers

toji wants his wife back

shoko wants her friends back

etc

some situations the reader may find themselves in are being held at the school so that nobody can use their power unless absolutely necessary. or maybe they were captured by the curse users.

technicalities about the reader's power: they can't grant their own wish, but they have full autonomy over whose wish they can grant, meaning the only way that someone could get their wish granted is through befriending and persuading the reader.

conflicts/themes:

characters having to choose between their wish (which kills the reader) and their fondness of the reader (wanting the reader to stay)

will they truly be happy if their wishes are granted?

how does the reader feel about being the method of people's desires but not actually being the desire?

***

alr im done yapping

[youuuimeanmee]

RWTGI 34 Thoughts

😆🥰🤗 I've been waiting for Kirishima's past to be translated since forever 😭😭Now I can FINALLY talk about this chapter wkdbjsnsjsjk

Out of all the mysteries presented in this series (the hell's up with Suo Azami, Renji, Yoshino's parents, the brewing yakuza civil war), Kirishima's past is one thing that hyped me up the most; mostly because I've been dying to know the background this insane yet lovable(?) ML lololol.

⚠️ Though the title is Ch 34's Thoughts, I actually started it from ch 33. If you haven't read it then what are you doing here, go to MangaDex if you don't wanna get spoiled here.

⚠️⚠️TW; Bullying, Abuse, Self H4rm, yk how Kirishima is.

👏 Okay! So!

We FINALLY get to see Kirishima's rich ass mommy and daddy 🥳🥳🥳

(tho they don't have a face, I'll take it)

Looks like the parents are busy people, they missed the fact that their son is not normal since birth. That, or Kirishima is just damn good at hiding it. Maybe both.

"My 2 classmates are fighting over irrelevant things. Solution? Erase the thing without anyone knowing. No more things to fight, problem solved 🙂"

He has a shrewd moral compass, I have a feeling he was being genuine when he "helped" his classmates. Aww my cute baby gremlin.

Or if he wasn't being 100% genuine, maybe he tore up the cards to surpress his urges for violence, to ease the boredom he felt because he couldn't feel anything while living in a normal, peaceful life.

The parents slowly realize the abnormal blood that's been there since Gaku era has never disappear from their family.

Since Gaku is the black sheep of the family, Kirishima's dad prob thought: 'Oh fuck this is uncle all over again. No wait I can do this. He already released his energy using a good outlet (karate), he just needs to surround himself with good people. Friends, yeah. The school we picked is the best; surely there's no bad influence that's gonna taint my son. No more psycho #2.' Umm, I hate to break it to you, but daddy-

Ironically, the dad might be the first person who gave him insight about the feeling of having fun by being with a friend. Up until that point, he probably didn't know the feeling he felt when he did the karate. He did it many times, and the dad claimed he liked it, but he never registered it as 'liking something' until it was pointed out to him.

(just like when kirishima threw daggers at yoshino's back until she pointed out he might be jealous of Shoma and he got a little 'ahh that explains it' moment.)

Aww look at that probing eyes, trying to search the answer of his boredom from his dad 🥺

Let's be real Kirishima could really use a proper diagnosis and therapy back then, even right now.

The smile of a child who has found the spark of his life:

LMAO seriously, he smiles because Kodaka can kick hard. The more pleasure (read: pain) he gets from other people, the more he's gonna seek it.

But Kodaka is still weaker than him, so the pleasure ends quickly.

Enter Otogawa.

She's cute. Sweet. More importantly, she's important enough to trigger Kodaka.

She told him all he needed to know about Kodaka. Great in academics, gyms, and karate. Secretly violent too. Just like himself.

"He's just like me, so we matched right? We can be friends! 😃"

Kirishima be like: FUCK YES MORE FRIENDS TO FUCK.

Remember in ch 25.2 when Kirishima told Yoshino he once formed a "friendship plan" that went down the drain?

Whelp, looks like Kodaka is that "friend." We all know how that ends, tho.

Anyways.

Thus, began Kirishima's scheme to ✨️nurture✨️ Kodaka into a person who could kick him harder & also strong enough to not break easily. He befriended (read: flirted) with his crush, lured him into a desolate place, provoked him, stayed docile & easy to kick, yadda yadda.

Really an elaborate plan for someone his age, it's almost cute.

This moment of Kirishima and concealer really highlights his cleverness since he was a kid. If he buys a concealer for his bruise, it's too pricey for his budget. Parents will question unnecessarily if he were caught buying it. Solution? Pretend to return the high schooler's money (even though it's his own) so they'd do the makeup for him. Bruise covered, money covered, no one's gonna know ☺️ Little manipulative shit.

I was gonna feel sorry for him for getting beaten up, but then his innocent, excited smile turned me off so quick. Ugh.

(This is prob the beginning of his exploration to find new "fun" stuff to try. Like choking himself, for example.)

Kirishima is a pathological liar huh. Saying his birthday is in September even though it's in November. This really adds weight to his words earlier that he only revealed his true birthday to Yoshino 🥺🥲

Kirishima's plan to nurture Kodaka is going smoothly in this chapter. Maintaining good relationship with Otogawa, making him jealous and all that.

I bet bringing a 10,000 yen bill is part of the plan too, because kids need the motivation to keep coming back to him. Extorting a broke student is boring afterall.

It's been 300 days since Kodaka had beaten him up? Um. Excuse me what the fuck. With that many injuries, Where are his parents??? Did he ever get questioned at all?? Is Kirishima just that good at lying?? I'm sorry, but I also smell neglection. Intentionally or not.

Moving on, Kirishima is damn good huh. His fights like an adult, prob even better than some yakuza. He's 12. Let that sink in.

(should've seen it coming tbh, but it still surprises me.)

I wanna say he's so disgusting when he ripped the poor dude's ear (where on earth did he learn that?), but he's also my son, so...

Also, the art is so clean. My eyes is blessed, thank you Konishi.

I'm running out of gas. Yeah that's all for today! See you next time 👋

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

This is technically a continuation of this post!!

-x-x-x-

prohero!bakugou who's been gone on an overseas mission for months with no contact to those who he left in Japan

any down time he's got he's at least reading through the texts he gets

a few from his mom, a couple from his dad, maybe a handful from his friends about all sorts of random shit he may or may not care about

then he's reading all of yours. He'll read all the new ones, then if he's really feeling his Emotions(TM) he'll start rereading everything

he'll also catch up on his voicemails, even if he doesn't have very many because most people know he won't listen to them or he'll go into his mailbox and just start mass deleting

but he does listen and keep all of yours

i mean, why wouldn't he? he asked you to do exactly what you've been doin everyday since he left

highlight of his days honestly

he's convinced that its the daily messages from you that help keep him off the next flight home- it sort of eases the urge to just go back home

but he does the mission from start to finish and when his date back is finally set he's itching to get back to familiar sights, soil, smells and the place where you are

but even when he knows when he'll be home, he still has no jurisdiction to tell you that

he'd have to wait until he's on the plane back home or even landed before he could whip out his phone and speed dial your phone

when he's packing his bag for his return trip, he's never been so disorganized in his life

when he packs for trips, he always prefers to separate everything. all his shirts are folded, his pants are rolled for optimum space, boxers are neat with his socks, toiletries are sealed in a waterproof bag and placed as flat as can be

now?

he's thrown all his shit inside the case and made it fit by force. squishing it all down and pinching the zipper together

he did not care if the zipper busted- he was ready to go the hell home

the entire flight home he was jittery. leg bouncing, finger tapping, arms crossed

he tried sleeping to pass the time, but he couldn't seem to calm down

most of the returning heroes who were coming home with him didn't even try and strike up conversation to make the flight go by quicker in fear of him snapping at them out of sheer impatience

when the plane finally lands, he's first off the plane and first to bag claim and first out the door onto the familiar streets of japan

"holy fuckin' shit," he's mutter, finally feeling relaxed before whipping out his phone and texting you

-wake up-

it was the middle of the afternoon and he didn't know if you were even home or asleep, but it was the only thing he could think to say strangely enough

-you can text!!-

he chuckles as he pulls his suitcase along with him against a wall. standing in the shade, he's attention is solely focused on his phone

he's glad you responded so quickly

it's been so long he couldn't remember your schedule anymore or if it had changed since he left

-i can do a lot more than that-

without much more prodding, your contact was flashing over his screen and he waits maybe a second (if we're being generous) to answer and push his phone to his ear

visibly exhaling when you start talking

"katsuki!"

"you don't need to shout, stupid"

"i'm excited, don't shout shame me. where are you? it's pretty loud over there. meeting? are you supposed to be on the phone right now"

he chuckles at your skeptical nature- like he'd break rules on a big time job in the first place

he's not that stupid

"i'm at the airport, i'm not gonna get my ass railed for being on my own damn phone"

despite his cursing, you laugh

then you register 'airport'

"you're coming home?!"

"nah, babe, i'm already here. come get me."

"what?!"

he barks at the sounds of your rushing around the house, probably scrambling to slip on the easiest pair of shoes you have and a jacket

"i'll be there in like 10 minutes. 20 is traffic is bad!"

"the traffic is always bad"

"i'm hanging up!"

he could hear your excitement before the line cuts and he's grinning before he's sending small texts to his friends signaling his return

when he sees your car pull up to the curb, he's pushing off the wall he's been resting against and you're jumping out of the car

he nearly has a heart attack since you didn't look at the road before rushing out and car were just whipping behind you

"moron! watch where you're going!" he's shouting at you as you run up to him

his grip abandons his suitcase handle to grab you as you ran straight into his chest, clinging to him as he took steps backwards from your crashing impact

his eyes almost rolled into his skull at the feel of you in his arms again after so long

he was positive he'd finally be able to have a good nights rest tonight, he can feel it in his exhausted bones

you pull away from him just enough to look into his eyes and he can see the shine of tears in yours, his hands resting on your hips just enough to sway you back and forth

"welcome home," you greet him

"yeah," he kisses your head "i'm home"

and he wasn't going anywhere else anytime fuckin' soon

[multishipper-baby]

Freddy & Fred Week Day 7: Last Day of School.

Summary: Freddy goes into surgery. Whoever comes out is, decisively, not Freddy. FHS: Farewell Despair Highschool AU.

The Hope's Peak executive is already waiting for him the moment he leaves class, watching from afar as he says goodbye to his friends. He's staring directly at him, with such focus that it's almost scary, urging him to rush even if he doesn't want to. He'd been informed that the project could take a while until it's finalized, and he wants to have a proper farewell before abandoning his class.

They'd already told him not to speak about it, though. It's a classified experiment, one not yet ready to share with the public, and most of his classmates have a tendency to run their mouth- there's an understandable worry that they'll leak the information, either on accident or out of a misguided effort to avoid letting him take part in the project.

After all, brain surgery is no joke. Even in such capable hands, he can't deny being scared, too.

"Your mother came to sign the waiver this morning, so now everything is ready for the operation" The man informs him when he approaches, showing him a copy of the document. He starts reading it, but the man pockets it before he has the chance to get far in it "Because of the secretive nature of the project, as of today, you'll be considered expelled as an explanation for why you won't be attending class from now on."

"Won't my friends ask questions if I get expelled without doing anything?" He asks, wondering what the excuse would be. He'd rather not have his classmates think of him as a troublemaker.

"Yes, but that's not our problem. We don't divulge student's information unless it's court ordered- they can think up their own reasons for your expulsion."

Such a thought makes him uncomfortable. He didn't want any rumours about him spreading around, and it wasn't very fair to his friends, not knowing what happened to him. How would they feel when they tried to reach out to him over the phone and got no answer? Would they worry? They didn't deserve that.

Perhaps he could send a text to the group chat now, warning about his disappearence. He'd already written a few versions and saved them in his notes app, agonizing over how much to say and what excuses to give, but hadn't yet sent anything. If he said something before, they'd try to get more information out of him, and he'd never been great at keeping secrets.

There wasn't any time left for another rewrite, though. If he didn't send the message now, he'd never get the chance to send it.

The executive glared at him as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but didn't stop him, merely keeping an eye on what he was doing- probably making sure he wouldn't talk about anything he shouldn't or try to back out last minute.

Quickly reading over his options, he settled on the last draft he wrote, not wanting to waste time rewriting yet another version.

< hey guys! i'll be gone for a few months for surgery. dw tho, it's nothing serious! but i probably won't have my phone on me to talk :( see u guys soon! >

Was that a good final message? He wasn't sure. Maybe the exclamation points were a little too much, or the tone was too casual for what was supposed to be a serious announcement. Or perhaps keeping it casual was better? Being too formal could scare them, make them think the situation was worse than it actually was.

They were getting close to the operation room. Bitting his lip, still unsure, he finally pressed send on the phone and pocketed it, ignoring it when it vibrated slightly. Someone must've read his message already, but there wasn't any time to check the responses.

A few men in lab coats were moving around the room, all circling around an odd pod full of cables, big enough to fit one person. It didn't look anything like he expected an actual surgery room to look, but that could have to do with the experimental nature of this surgery. For results as crazy as he was promised, one couldn't expect the same level of technology that normal brain surgery would require. This was Hope's Peak Academy they were talking about- everything they did, they advanced on.

"You need to change into a hospital gown before the operation" One of the doctors informs him, signaling a room off to the side for him to undress.

He'd never worn a hospital gown before, and doing so now did nothing to calm his anxiety, but he knew it was necessary. The executives in charge of the project had explained it in detail when they first approached him for the test, how he'd need to be hospitalized for a while as they kept working on his talent, how his body would need to adapt as well as his brain. It wouldn't be a quick or easy process.

The man who escorted him there is waiting for him as he exits the changing room, taking the clothes off of his hands along with his phone, before hurrying him to go towards the pod.

The doctors talk amongst themselves as he gets situated, before one approaches with a needle. And then, the world fades to black.

-

Many things fill his mind once he's awake enough to analyse his surroundings: there are many people all around him, many of which are armed. Besides those directly in his line of sight, there's also a one-way mirror (how he knows it's a one-way mirror, instead of a normal one, he's not sure yet) on the wall, suggesting there might be others observing him. Medical equipment surrounds him, and he's wearing the sort of clothing a patient would wear, but doesn't seem to be in a hospital.

He doesn't know what his name is. Why doesn't he know that?

The men around him take a step back as he hoists himself up, trying to remain upright even as his legs shake. He's unsure of whether he should be walking right now, but nobody moves to stop him or says anything, so he assumes it must not be a problem.

Without any explanation or signs of what to do, he decides to focus on the mirror, getting closer to it so he can properly examine his appearance. Perhaps that'd give him a clue.

Messy brown hair, reaching down to his shoulders, with a medium skin tone. A scar that reached all across his forehead, covered in stitches, as if it'd just been closed. Grey eyes, with a black sclera. Bony cheeks, which suggested he might be underweight.

He doesn't remember having this sort of appearance- why? Had he looked different, before? In what ways?

One the doors in the room opens, and an older gentleman enters, wearing a suit. The man sends the doctors a glance before smiling, taking a few steps towards him with unending confidence.

"It's good to see you awake. We were worried you wouldn't make it pass those last few surgeries" He says, voice kind and gentle, but there's something off about it. The man is not to be trusted, he's sure of it "We have a few tests for you, now. If you succeed, then we can progress to the next part of the project."

He's not sure what the project is about, or what will happen to him if he fails, or why he needed multiple procedures to awake, but the man is already out the door before he can even open up his mouth to ask.

With no other option given, he moves to the door, and follows. Perhaps he'll get an answer soon.

[malboraslihan]

hello friends <3 it's been a while since i posted a plotting call / interest post so i finally sat down today and wrote (more like assembled) plots / threads ideas i've been wanting to do. if you're interested in any of those LIKE THIS POST and i'll send you a message. just an important observation: we don't need to actually plot out most of these (some require working out details but that's it), if you want to write that plot with me just tell me which one and which muse you're interested and i'll write you a starter! so yeah basically, if you like any of those: * like the post * tell me which plot and which muse you want me to use (or which muse you think would work from your end so i can figure out who to use!) * i'll write you that starter

some need to knows... ig?

please do not worry about "making it fair" or anything like that, most of these plots are for my males and they're actual muses i want to develop so don't feel pressured to only choose one or all that.

on that same note, do not ask for a plot with one my girls just because you want one from my men. i honestly prepfer you pick plots you actually want to do instead of doubling threads and shit like that.

i'm open to plotting! but if we're gonna do it, i'd prefer we do it on discord cause the tumblr ims are always glitching to me and i keep losing tracks of things. so, if you wanna talk about things AND I'D LOVE TO, just lmk and i'll message you / give you my discord as well. (also, if we rp on discord and you wanna write some of these there, i'm obvs open<3)

these plots do not all need to be f/m ! i'm very open to make most of them f/f and while i'm a little more selective with who i write m/m plots, i'm willing to work things out if you have an idea :)

the bianchi reign

you're dating the mob boss / you're his sister / daughter and i'm his second in command but i can't stay away from you and you quickly realize it and we're flirting but if anyone finds out i'm dead

i'm infiltrating your gang to try and destroy it but we started sleeping together and it turns out there's feelings now but i just got an order to murder / kidnap you so now what

we were never close, i always thought you were annoying and now you fucked up big time on a mission and my father who's your boss wants to kill you but i marry you to stop him (insp)

i faked my own death to protect you/stop people from killing me/save our people and now three years later i send you a text asking you to meet me and at first you think it's a joke but then you come anyway and hi i'm alive (for noah!!!)

“we got framed for a crime we didn’t commit so now we’re on the run and having to kill and steal to survive and avoid arrest and now we really are dangerous criminals” au (maybe the crime was actually a fuck up inside the gang so now they're wanted <3) (for lorenzo or hazel)

the hawthorne family

you're dating my brother but he's constantly leaving you alone during events or even family trips to kiss my dad's ass and try to maintain his job so i keep you company until we're both drunk one night and i let it slip that i would love to kiss you

a plot where he’s a little too old for her but she doesn’t care. he thinks she’s immature and too reckless with her behavior. but she’s hellbent on proving him otherwise. so she applies for the position of his new personal assistant and he can’t help but appreciate her determination. of course he hires her but he does nothing short of giving her a hard time because this is her first job and she has no idea what she’s doing. but crap he finds her crying in the bathroom and his first instinct is to hold her and comfort her. he can’t believe he’s the cause of this and wises up fast. also maybe it has to do with his now urge to protect her. (for arthur)

not another rockstar by maisie peters.. just that toxic good old fangirl x stupid rockstar dynamic (for jean/hunter)

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au (for hunter, jean)

‘we had a one night stand a couple of weekends ago and i really didn’t think i’d ever see you again but wow, now i’m sitting in your office interviewing for a job but all i can think about is the incredible s3x we had’ (for adam or arthur)

rich kids

a poly relationship, could someone who is just as rich as them or someone who isn't and they're spoiling the fuck out of them... someone who worked for one of them before or a friend idk (mostly for gigi, hunter and sara) (insp)

since i’m on a sugar baby phase imagine a plot where a college student is absolutely pampered by annoymous guy. all he asks in return is to be remained mysterious, occasion nudes, and all the attention he craves. she’s all too willing to give it for the pretty penny he’s offering. but her birthday comes around and he surprises her with a trip to see her favorite singer / actor with vip access / meet & oh hold a second, how does he know my name ? (for jean or hunter / hae park (nicha yontararak fc) / angel)

someone give me a thread where this rich dude falls for the normal down to earth girl nd introduces her to his world full of private jets nd yachts nd all that stuff and yES PLEASE

acotar/royal

we're fighting in different sides of a war and when we meet during a negotiation we find out we're mated

stuck in a mission together and we've always hated each other but then it's freezing cold and we have only one bed in this shitty cabin we're staying for the night so we should cuddle

you are supposed to get married to make peace between our countries/courts but we hate each other and we're constantly bickering and fighting and i think you might have actually tried to kill me once or twice (insp)

harbor springs

a plot based on ‘tis the damn season…. small town, childhood friends, one stayed put and the other moved away for college… now comes back for the holidays ten years later… pls

based on stick season by noah kahan: we were best friend since day one, dated during high school and broke up because you left for college / pursue your dreams and i stayed behind but one day i get a notification from you that you liked a photo or you shared a by pic and i liked and we just go back to talking and we're getting close again until you invite me to spend summer with you wherever you are and i actually been saving up money to leave town so i go and when i see you again i know i'm definitely still in love with you (for videl, keegan, ivy, patrick, angel, rani)

sports themed

(the nationals + tobias + gregory)

based on the trade by ki stephens: the hockey team has a tradition of trading dates during the end of season dinner and i invite you and make my best friend invite your roommate cause i wanna get with her but we actually start getting close and i fall in love with you but at the night of the dinner one of the guy spills everything (for benny or gael)

based on the deal by elle kennedy: i'll pretend i'm your boyfriend if you agree to tutor me and of course we fall in love (for benny, keegan or dane)

based on icebreaker by hannah grace: you hate hockey players and you say that to my face after i make a move on you so now i have to prove you wrong (bonus points if she's a figure skater and he has to help her after her partner bails or smt) (bonus points if they share the same rink so they're always bickering about late practices and shit) (for benny, keegan or gael)

he left his hometown to play professional and ended up breaking up with high school sweetheart because the distance and the busy schedule was just too much but a few years later he's won the superbowl and he's miserable and he meets her at some random party in his new town and wait she's engaged to someone else (for tobias, greg, benny, keegan)

plot where muse a is a star athlete on a professional team, and they go to a bar/pub after a great victory, where they meet muse b - a very attractive, bitter stranger wearing a fan jersey from the rival team.

 a frat boy who’s like every normal frat boy. he drinks too much, he parties, and he sleeps with random girls but everything changes when he’s around the girl from back home. the girl that really matters to him. he doesn’t want to admit that he likes her a lot but, that’s what it comes down to when one of the guys in his frat house wants to hook up with her and she’s perfectly willing. (for benny or keegan)

horror plots

some spooky muses i made <3

muse a and muse b get stranded on a roadtrip and are offered a place to stay by a friendly looking local, only to find out they’re a serial killer looking to make them their next two victims. ( + bonus points if they’re exes who literally just broke up minutes before their car broke down??? the drama )

based on x, we're renting a farm house to film a college project / independent horror film / porn and one of our friends disappears on the first day and then our car disappears and now we don't know what to do cause there's no one around and the nearest stop was a forty minutes car drive away

i made you join a cult with me (recruited you / joined with you / made you join whatever) but now shit is happening and you're miserable and i can't bear to see you like this cause i actually grew too fond of you so i don't know what to do but i keep protecting you a little too much and people are going to realize at some point (for ubon or milo)

misc

popular girl x her best friend.. bonus points if the popular girl has a boyfriend or is constantly hooking up with different people (for ivy, giovana, madeline, rani)

church girl + unholy bf (for rani) and the opposite church boy + unholy gf (for jacob, videl)

lacy by olivia rodrigo: you're dating my ex boyfriend but i'm actually obsessed with you and not really sorry that i lost him. (bonus points if they're in the same friend group) (for giovana, madeline, anastasia, grace, hazal, saja)

i really want a plot based two weeks ago by maisie peters.. the whole vibe of being in love with someone and have it finally happen before they need to get on a plane and go somewhere else? really want to explore the long distance relationship situation with all the jealousy and missed calls, timezones that don’t match (for literally anyone.. but some that i could see this working with are: jacob, videl, benny thompson, gigi, rani, ivy, pinar)

i'm pretty sure my husband/boyfriend is cheating on me so i go out to do the same but i can't just sleep with a random but then i meet you, my long time friend and we end up talking and laughing until i kiss you and we hook up but now i'm trying to work things out with my husband/boyfriend but i can't stop thinking about you (insp) (for anastasia, fatma, grace, nari / arthur, finnley, keegan, tobias)

“your ex hired me to make you fall in love with me then break your heart but oops i think i fell in love and now i’m conflicted what the fuck is happening i’m supposed to hurt you ow what am i sUPPOSED TO DO” (for gigi, gael, theo hughes (kaden h fc))

he fucked up big time but he never forgot about her and was constantly trying to fix their relationship until at some point he gives up and that's when she finally texts back / shows up at his door (for jacob, patrick, videl, arthur / hazal, verda) insp

a nice, shy, nerdy boy who literally no one pays attention to asks the popular, outgoing, ray of sunshine out and she was so confused and didn’t think he meant it at first but she agrees anyway because she doesn’t want him to feel bad because she sees that he really tried so hard to ask her out? and maybe it didn’t work out so well at first but he tries again anyway? it doesn’t work a few times because of her schedule but he’s really sweet so she agrees to another more because it wouldn’t hurt and by the end of the date he works up the courage to ask if he could kiss her and she reluctantly says okay - and completely underestimates him but holy shit that wasn’t a chaste kiss? and before she knows it her clothes are on the floor and he’s fucking her like a whore but she’s so intO IT? (for sebastian aka my luke hemmings fc muse)

accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au (for maddie, videl, benny, aurora, tobias)

we dated in high school, i wrote a book about you five years later and now you’re at a fan event asking for an autograph.. (for the writer: maddie / for the ex: benny, benny hawthorne, tobias, videl)

“i’ve lost my memory and idk who you are but i just have this feeling that i’m supposed to trust you” (for arthur, videl, jacob)

“i’m in love with you and i just watched you get proposed to by your boyfriend right before my eyes and now i’m upset”  (for jacob, patrick, keegan)

before trilogy inspired: we were the only ones waiting for a train but it was delayed for twelve hours / our next flight connection is not until tomorrow and we just decide to walk around the city and we end up kissing, i like you too much and i don't wanna lose this but it's time to go and we make a pact to come back here next month but we never actually do for different reasons and then 3/5/10 years later we meet again somewhere else.. (for ivy, rani, hunter or saja)

[jungwnies]

partners ✰ 9 are we having a picnic?

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"so yeah, that happened." you conclude as soobin nodded. "hopefully we can actually build a friendship, that doesn't mean i'll stop arguing with him though."

"do you plan on being his friend once you guys leave music bank?" soobin asks.

you nod, "it would be nice to have another friend, right?"

"it's pretty late now though y/n, i think i'm going to go to sleep now." soobin yawns.

"okay, goodnight soobin." you say before hanging up.

— ts

"do you know who the replacement mc is for next week?" you ask jake as the two of you walk in the hallways to your practice room.

jake shakes his head, "i think it's some girl from that class:y group though."

"maybe fans will like you better with whoever you end up with." you say jokingly, yet bitterly.

jake laughs, "sounds like you're jealous of the chemistry i might have with your replacement."

you roll your eyes, "oh please, if anything i'm grateful that i finally can get a break from you."

the two of you walk into the practice room and sit down, the stage managers hand you guys the cue cards and the two of you read through them.

"so are you excited to go to japan?" jake asks as his eyes look over his cards.

you shrug, "i'm not sure how i feel, i'm really excited to go there, but i've been praying for a break." you scoot closer to jake to show him an error in the cue cards, "music bank is the closest thing i get to a break now since i don't have the urge to rip your head off every second."

jake laughs and makes note of the error, "i'm just glad that i don't have to worry about getting my head eaten by alligators every time i come here now."

you roll your eyes and stand up, "look at our stupid outfits, we look like a couple." you complain looking into the mirror, "this has got to be the worst one yet."

"anyone would kill to match with me y/n." jake teases, fixing the collar of his shirt. "you should be grateful you get to match with me."

you roll your eyes, "sure..." you say stretching out the end.

"y/n!" you exclaim, followed by jake's, "jake-eu!"

the two of you do your jobs, and shortly it's finally over. you both get off stage and walk back together, "i'm surprised you didn't mess up, sim." you joke as you stop at the vending machine. "do you want something?" you ask as you click on your favorite can of soda.

"nah, don't worry about me." jake tells you as you guys are waiting for your drink to come out.

"too bad, pick something anyway." you tell him walking behind him, "i put too much money in, so you might as well just get something."

jake clicks on the soda he likes and picks it up from the bottom of the vending machine, "thanks."

you nod and smile, "no problem."

"i would recommend bringing a jacket with you." jake tells you before walking off to his dressing room.

— ts

the two of you are now inside the van, "no dinner?" you ask as the van passes almost all of the restaurants.

jake shakes his head, "i have something better planned for us."

you guys approach a discreet park that was decorated with the prettiest lights, a blanket in the middle, and a basket that may or may not have food.

"a picnic?" you ask as you step out of the van.

jake nods, "yeah, i thought maybe you'd prefer to go to one place instead of two places, so i had the caterers bring the food here while we were at music bank."

"i do prefer this than going to a restaurant, this is more quiet and calm." you tell him as the two of you walk to the blanket that's being held down with pillows, more blankets, and food.

"do you like it?" jake asks as the two of you get down onto the blanket.

you nod and look around taking in the scenery, "you've outdone yourself sim, i'm impressed."

jake smiles at you and takes the food out of the basket, "i got one of everything because i'm not sure what you'd like."

"well this picnic is about getting to know each other better, right?" you ask, smiling as you help him take the food out of the basket.

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[pangyham]

sorry to anyone who has to see this HAHAHA i think it's a little fun to ramble to.. a void i guess. i'm typing this under the assumption no one's gonna read it, let alone find it, so, sure, i'll talk!

on pangytine, my current and only instagram account, i sometimes get these spontaneous urges to post a huge a long overdue thank-you paragraph to my followers on my story. gratitude for indulging my artistic endeavors when i still had tangypine. i just never did it because.. well it's kinda.. cheesy... i had no idea how to deliver it in a way that didn't seem dramatic or "humble" because cmon, i'm not that relevant. It felt a bit weird addressing it because it just made it seem like i was this huge influencer who suddenly disappeared (and yes i know i was technically considered a big artist on both ig and twitter but.. it's not like i was unique; i think.. the state of Fandom and the art community these past few years makes accumulating thousands of followers a little less unattainable, and i was one of those artists. and my work is not phenomenal- i did not leave an impact on the art community. but these nuances will just have to be generalized for now because i think you all know what i mean) and so i couldn't help but laugh and cringe and think, "i am not this relevant-" because i really wasn't. why make a big deal out of it?

but i can't help it being a little dramatic though, because i still get emails from my followers asking where i am, and i get comments and messages on pangytine ("i finally found you!"), and i even get messages from my shop's contact form! a shop that i've abandoned for months! and my heart swells. I don't want to dismiss that; i think i will always be a sensitive, emotional person and so stuff like this just makes me overwhelmed. it's sweet, and it will never fail to make me a little bit nostalgic and thankful. I will always have a soft spot for tangypine and my time spent in the anime + genshin communities… i dunno.. people are just so kind and i'm thankful i've encountered a lot of them

i've been a lot less.. chronically online (LOL) that the thought of having 200k followers is completely foreign to me. i forget that i had a huge following, that people actually looked at my stuff. I dont mean for this to come across as modesty though because i'm just being honest, truly. but this just makes the occasional "where are you? i miss your art" hit a little harder 🥲 i mean, i was able to somehow sell my art through tangypine. i was able to do commissions.. had so many say they loved my art- of course a part of me misses that. i don't think i yearn for it, and knowing that makes me a little sad.

i genuinely am thankful for every kind comment people have left me, and every kind message. I think i'm just ultimately thankful i had a kind following. people are so nice! and that's what i wanted to say, that's all ive always wanted to say before i deleted my accounts. here it is

aha and again i dont really expect anyone to see this (except maybe a few handful just because my very first post here has a whopping 4 notes, me included, and that genuinely shocked me HAHAHA). perhaps i just find closure in publishing these particular thoughts somewhere, and here they are sorry this is cringe to the people who read it. my friend once told me i'm notorious for overexplaining. This is will be the only time i get to say this, so gah whatever. i don't think i can bring myself to post this lengthy ramble on my more public account on instagram