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[stxrmylxve]

Can’t Keep My Eyes Off You.

Synopsis: It started in highschool, Shuuji���s simple crush on you. But since school was over, you figured you would never see eachother again. One night, your business has a huge party, and who will you see there? A/N: Ngl this took a WHILE to brew up but… enjoy! Pairing: Hanma Shuuji x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: suggestive but w no smut cause im mean, tw drinking, tw drunkness, tw mentions of pills (tylonol and advil)

GENRE: fluff

It was a silly crush. One that, whenever you passed eachother in the hallways, Shuuji would whistle teasingly just because he knew it ticked you off. But it never progressed more than that, and as you were handed your diploma, it came crashing down on you that you were now alone in this world.

He wouldn’t be there every morning with a goofy grin plastered on his face to tease you at your locker, like two love-sick puppies playing with eachother. You had to go out now, to get a real job, to get a big education just like you had always bragged to him about.

You walked through the big double doors of your job, adjusting the uncomfortable skirt given to you with an awkward smile as you stopped at the front desk.

“Uh, hi. Can you direct me to the boss’s office, please?” you ask the front desk lady, her eyes darting up in surprise.

“Did he request a meeting with you?”

“Well.. no. But I have a concern-“

“Talk to your manager about it.” she says quickly, looking around you to help the next person as you frowned.

Sighing to yourself, you walk to the elevator with your things and click the button to go to the fourth floor, leaning against the wall and looking up at the pale ceiling tiles above. You counted each of them for a while, looking down in surprise as you noticed the marble design coating the floor.

The boss was never spoken of. Everyone thought highly of him, but even he hadn’t interviewed you. No one really sees him except for the higher ups and his assistant.

The door dings open and you walk out onto the floor, shivering from the sudden cold that floods over you. You glance around awkwardly as you look for your desk, an awkward aura clouding over you as a few workers looked over at you.

“Hey! Y/N, right?” someone calls out, pulling you out of your thoughts as you looked down the hall, your manager waving you over with a comfortable smile. You walk over to him rather quickly, twirling your hair as a nervous habit as his smile falters.

“Don’t worry, you will fit right in and do amazing.” he says, patting you on the shoulder as he points to a desk, “That one is yours, next to one of the haitanis. But don’t worry about him, he’s mostly out of the office and rarely at his desk, they pratically live in Han- er, the boss’s office.”

You glance up at your manager, the half-name catching your attention before you nod, walking over to your desk. You set your things down, a small chill running down your spine as you felt someone behind you.

Awkwardly turning around, you find Ran Haitani behind you. He looks you up and down before a toothy smile forms in his lips, “Hi doll.”

You scoff at the nickname, he had a reputation to call everyone that, as you turn back around and set your things up.

“A bit harsh to be as new as you. You got a boyfriend or som’thin?” he asks, leaning on your desk beside you as you sigh.

“No, I don’t. I just know that this is a routine for you and that I won’t get anything out of this that will benefit me.” you reply, shooting him a small glare between your lashes as you click on your computer.

“Damn, sorry princess. Just know I can get you fired, might not wanna’ always have an attitude with me.” he says, grinning as your eyes went wide.

“Just because I won’t play your games like every other woman? Please.” you huff, ushering him away with a small push on his chest as you sit down.

He scoffs, a small chuckle leaving his chest as he walks off, a small smile forming on your lips from the win. First day, and you already have met your wonderful deskmate. Great.

Time passed by; Ran wasn’t much of a problem ultimately, and everone began to like your great work ethic. You became really popular really quickly, even though you didn’t love the attention, and soon enough, the higher-up were catching up with you in the hallways to talk, which they did with no one else.

You had a few sour apples here and there, other co-workers that called you a ‘bottom feeder’ and an ‘attention whore’, but you couldn’t help but to laugh because you were popular because you were good at your work, which obviously they weren’t.

You glanced over your paper, reading through it one last time. It had been years since you had started, moving up the ranks to replace your manager when he left. It was a lot easier now for you, but you missed the chaos. But, if you wanted a job, you better keep this one.

That wasn’t what was making you nervous, though. It was the big party being thrown downstairs tonight. You had no clue what to wear, and what your friends had suggested was far too out of your comfort zone. But, as a managar, you were expected to look nice, at least, nicer than others.

And as you slipped on your dress, as much as you hated to say it, you loved it. You had never been into this style much in prior years, but you were totally rocking it. And your shoes with a little sparkle to them matched your elegant necklace; it was perfect.

You sighed as you glanced at the time from your phone, becoming irritated with yourself for leaving so late. You only had 15 minutes to get there and you were stuck in traffic. You took a sip of your coffee, pressing your head up against the headrest as you look up towards the roof of your car. For the office to only be 3 blocks away, it seemed as though it would take forever to even get there.

Arriving late was not your forte, but here you were, arriving 14 minutes late as you rushed inside. Your friends crouded around you instantly as they questioned you about where you had been, your answer being sheepishly answered with “traffic.”

They laughed and walked off towards the bar, the tension of the aura easing a bit with their departure. Glancing around the party, your eyes landed on a familiar looking face. Their hair was nothing like you had ever seen before, multicolored with golden and black, yet their face looked so familiar. You couldn’t put a name to the face, and even though you wished to continue looking at him to figure it out, he had already looked your way and had seen you staring.

You looked away quickly, a small blush forming on your face from embarrassment, but moments later soft footsteps were heard from behind you.

“I’ve heard great things about you, y/n. Glad to see you tonight.”

Your eyes darted up to his face as your eyes went wide, the pieces clicking together as you placed the voice with the name.

“Are you seriously the secret boss, Shuuji?” you finally bring yourself to say, shock still coursing through you as you studied his now much propper and more sophisticated figure.

“ ‘Secret boss’ is a rather odd nickname, don’t you think?” he asks, glancing around at people who were looking your way as he places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a more private area to talk in private.

“You’ve grown up.” you say, looking away awkwardly. He seemed like so much more than he had been in highschool. He had gone from a teen fool to a full on businessman.

“I could say the same thing for you.” he says, sitting down with a yawn. You sigh as you sit down next to him, rubbing your temple with a frown.

“Was it you? The one leaving small flirtatious notes on my desk for me to find every morning?”

He tenses and pauses for a moment, almost as if he was pondering which way to answer before slowly nodding.

“Yeah, you caught me.”

You laughed as you shifted around, resting your head on his shoulder with a satisfied sigh. His hand wrapped around yours, rubbing small circles against the plush skin with a soft smile.

“I missed times like this.” he says, ruffling your hair with a laugh as you smacked his hand.

“We never used to do this, silly! You wish.” you tease.

A blanket of silence rang in the room, drowning out the party like it had never been there.

“Go on a date with me.” You sit up, taking your hand away from his in shock.

“..What?”

“Go on a date with me, y/n. You heard me.”

You rubbing your eyes, testing to see whether you were dreaming that he had just said this or not. But it was very real, his golden eyes watching your every move as he waited for an answer.

You laughed as you pressed a small kiss on his temple, waving him off as you clicked open the door.

“Find me later on and I will give you an answer, pretty boy.” you snicker, shutting the door behind you and walking over to the bar with a smile; tonight would be fun.

Your head was spinning, your legs a bit wobbly as you sat down in your car. Not expecting to go anywhere, just to sit and watch everything swirl around you as you continued to sober up. You lazily glanced out the window, watching a bird fly away into the dark night.

“You look offly drunk.” hanma’s voice rings through the silence, surprising you as you glanced at the passenger seat. You hadn’t realized you had left the car unlocked.

“I’m not drunk, shuuji. Just tipsy, that’s all.” you roll your eyes, grabbing the bottle of water in your cup holder before downing it, patting your cheeks as if you wake yourself up as you sighed.

“So, the answer?”

Dead silence rang through the car, its’ presence deafening as you gulped. You hadn’t really thought on much of an answer after you had left the room, too focused on finally getting a well-diserved break from work and life in general.

“I don’t want to go on a date with you, shuuji,” you say, your eyes following the wires connecting the power lines, “but maybe you could squeeze some time into your schedule to treat me some other way, yeah?” you finish with a small smile, brushing through your hair with your fingers as you looked away again.

“How about right now I treat you?” he asks with a smirk, placing his tattoed hand on your thigh with a small squeeze. Your groan as you tap your head, rolling your eyes with a smirk.

“You better be packing tylonol and advil then”

“Oh I’m packing somethin’ alright.”

[egophiliac]

So.... what are your thoughts on Ace's UM, if you haven't been asked this already?

sneaky magic for the sneakiest boy

no but really, I think it fits him really well! I had thought his UM would probably involve something kinda sleight-of-handy or pickpockety! and I looooved that it made such a nice loop-around back to episode 1. ❤️ I was. kind of half-expecting him to just run out and punch Riddle in the nose again. but instead this time 'twas he who offed the queen's head! it was great! and he did it while stone-cold terrified out of his mind! because Ace is the only remotely normal or well-adjusted person at NRC and therefore the only one who is like "we're going to literally die, this is super effed up". but he did it anyway!!!! I AM SO PROUD

[too-many-rooks]

Jack Lowden as Adam Roebuck, in 'The Tunnel' (2013). I

[whamgram]

Doodle dump from chapters 25-30 of my Charlastor fic, Under My Skin. I loved exploring the growing intimacy, both emotional and physical, between these two in these chapters. Early relationship fluff is one of my favorite things to write. 🥰

[fistfuloflightning]

A little update on the Bai Zhan Peak!Shen Yuan and Zui Xian Peak!Shen Jiu au—aka Battle Twink/Drunkard-by-Necessity-Asshole-by-Choice

[copia]

so you're telling me ghost could be leaking new song lyrics through the format of a valentines day graphic with a photo of suggestive papa nihil

[benevolenterrancy]

Swords pining for each other's cultivator is my new favorite type of pining. Love your NieYao content! <3

I don't suppose we could get Baxia or Hensheng throwing a tantrum while Jin Guangyao / Nie Mingjue are away, leaving their owners to deal with the embarrassing aftermath?

Also, do you have any recs you'd recommend with these two?

this is the exact moment Nie Huaisang realised he was going to have to start meddling in his big brother's love life (con't: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Hensheng, on the other hand, doesn't throw tantrums but WILL sulk...

[solarockk]

13 year old tea

designs // first meeting

shiny duo pokemon au "Pokémon’s Shiny Jewels Sun&Moonstone" by @wyvernspirit and I

[runraerun]

May God forgive me but a Hot Frosty!Steddie AU where Eddie (being a freak) ((and also a little high)) kisses a snowman and unknowingly brings it to life. ☃️ *dodges rotten tomato*

Hey, if you didn’t want Eddie to make out sloppy style with your snowman then why did you make him so hot, huh??? Why did you carve abs into him? Why’d you give him bedroom eyes?! 😒Anyway… as I was saying…

Eddie leaves, accidentally leaving behind his battle vest on the snowman, heading home to Forest Hills trailer park. Dude’s totally oblivious to the fact that he just performed a freaking miracle, shattering almost every law in the known universe, all because he thought a snowman was fine as hell.

Hot Frosty (aka our boy Steve), can’t do anything but think of Eddie. It’s his first fully formed thought he has as his snowy skin melts and gives way to human flesh. When he sucks in his first breath of cold, winter art, he exhales with Eddie’s name on his tongue. His fingers reach up and gently touch his freshly kissed lips. The kiss that brought him to life; the first and only touch of warmth he’s ever received.

Steve’s not wearing anything besides a very worn denim vest, covered in colorful patches—the one Eddie so thoughtfully gave him. Otherwise, he’s naked as a jay bird. Thankfully, being a snowman, he doesn’t mind the cold. :)

He walks around town, approaching the various townsfolk, asking if they know where Eddie is. He’s looking for Eddie. Do you know Eddie? Y’know, Eddie, the one who loves me. The one who kissed me tonight. He needs to find Eddie. Eddie will be looking for him too, no doubt.

Eventually though, someone calls the fuzz on this very attractive, very confused young man who’s walking around the snow bare-assed and bare-footed. Hopper immediately recognizes the battle vest—he’s busted Munson enough times, and he’s always wearing that beat up thing. So he calls up the Munson residence, but there’s no answer. He leaves a voicemail instead, growling at him to come pick up his clearly distressed boyfriend before Hopper presses public indecency charges.

How will Eddie react when he hears the message?! Will Eddie believe hot frosty!Steve’s far-fetched tale?! WILL THEY FUCK?! (answers: Very confused, not at first, & HELL YEAH THEY DO)

[irukasito]

always thinking about how kakashi and iruka's relationship really can't be defined. like, are they co-parents? only in theory. coworkers? ehhh. is it a superior/subordinate thing? nope. acquaintances? it's more than that. friends? close but not quite.

[mobius-m-mobius]

#no wait wdym jesus saved him from the saw trap 🙃

[egophiliac]

I love your take on Crowley!

I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?

I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.

thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.

that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...

[svtskneecaps]

i feel like lullah and richas's admins probably chat behind the scenes bc this is the second time they've been in active rp conflict with each other and i'm imagining them giggling and kicking their feet dm'ing each other plans. like "ok so i'm gonna be like 'tio bad likes richas more than me :(' " "ok and then i'm gonna go 'KKKK NAH' and put up a meme" "ok and i'm gonna crouch really sadly so he feels guilty" "and i'm gonna lay down and act all tough and unbothered" "ooh you should play the crying baby sound too" "YOU'RE SO RIGHT"

[randomfingthings]

[captain-hawks]

love opening my notes app to find surprises that i forgot i left for myself days ago in the middle of the night.

[thebramblewood]

Two sexy vampires walk into a bar.

Previous / Next

Helena: I feel like literally everything is hanging out.

Lilith: You’ll draw the men like flies to honey.

Helena: That’s a good thing?

Lilith: For our purposes, it’s a very good thing.

Helena: [telepathically to Caleb] Help me.

Lilith: Last chance, baby brother! Sure you don’t want to tag along?

Caleb: [telepathically to Helena] You’ll be fine. Don’t let her bully you.

Helena: [telepathically to Caleb] [mental eye roll] You’re one to talk.

Caleb: [tersely] I’m good here, thanks.

Lilith: Suit yourself!

-

Lilith: Try to keep up, fledgling.

Helena: [shouting] It’s not fair when you give yourself a head start!

Lilith: I’m not the one who’s been slacking on my training.

-

Helena: You know, plasma fruit’s not so bad once you get used to the taste.

Lilith: My god, he’s already got you indoctrinated.

Helena: [crossly] I’m not brainwashed. But the only alternative you’re offering is cold-blooded murder, and you still haven’t explained why that’s necessary. If you only took a little-

Lilith: Remind me, Helena. How well was that working out for you? Did you ever feel truly full? Was there ever a single moment when the thirst wasn’t at the forefront of your mind? Your silence speaks volumes. Let me put it in human terms. You were restricting yourself to a handful of almonds a day when what you really needed was at least a three-course meal. Your body is starving, and it always will be so long as you resist fully nourishing it. Plasma is better than nothing, but the ache in the pit of your stomach will be constant. Caleb likes to pretend he doesn’t feel it, but I’ve seen inside his mind and you have too. We both know it’s there.

Helena: But if it’s just about the blood, there are other ways to get it. Hospitals, blood banks, volunteers, [gulps queasily] animals.

Lilith: All perfectly acceptable supplements, yes. I have my sources. Our refrigerator hardly stocks itself. But the truth is every cell in your body now is optimized for attack. You’re a predator by nature, and it takes stamina to resist. A few weeks is nothing. Are you prepared to deny yourself for an eternity? [lowers voice seductively] Don’t lie to me, Helena. It felt good, didn’t it, in that moment you finally let go? 

Helena: I don’t want to talk about that.Lilith: You were driven by pure instinct, and you loved it. You felt free. You felt alive. You felt whole. [smirks knowingly before slithering off barstool] I’ve found our mark. Wait here while I reel him in. It shouldn’t take long.