#sigh.... im just. gonna go eat smth

[mangostar]

i hate having to do life,..  :(

[toastsnaffler]

met someone new at climb soc today whose name is chell and I was like oh my god like portal..... 😳 and apparently that was the first time someone had ever gotten their reference we shall have a summer wedding

[sandwhitches]

hii! can i have a cherry popsicle abt suna confessing to the reader but he’s super nervous?? thanks so much! feel free to request smth from me if you’d like to do a little exchange:)

a/n: u must be a mind reader because i’ve LITERALLY been working on this exact prompt omg!!! it’s longer than a drabble (lowkey really long so i just formatted it like a fic☠️) because i already had most of it written when u requested so enjoy :3!! also u BET im gonna send u a request yay!!!

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨)

desc: suna is an idiot and seeks the help of an unlikely (and annoying, in his humble opinion) ally to help him confess to you

content: fem. reader, language, suna’s little sister guest star!!!!! (i love that he canonically has a little sister; she’s like middle school age in this ughhhh suna as a big brother makes me want to combust), suna pining for you like a big stupid idiot

wc: 1.5k

this is a part of my summer writing event!!! please feel free to send some requests my way :3

Suna Rintaro knows two things for certain: firstly, he’s absolutely in love with you, and secondly, he hasn’t a clue what to do about it. It was easier for him to come to terms with the latter, seeing as he’d spent most of his teenage years rolling his eyes at mushy displays of affection and taking the piss out of his friends who seemed to have traded all necessary brain function in exchange for falling in love. 

To him, falling in love this early on in life was as worthless and cheap as the chocolate he watched be gifted every Valentines Day; eventually, they’ll eat what they like and throw what they don’t in the trash, he’s seen it done countless times before, and he’d be stupid to let something like that happen to him. 

Still, here he is, knee-deep and sinking even deeper as the moments go by, he thinks falling in love might be like being pushed into quicksand. As odd as it is for him to admit it to himself, he doesn’t mind it at all.

There’s a certain giddiness that can’t be awarded any time other than when you talk to him. He spends the rest of the afternoon and evening thinking about your conversations, wondering if he said something wrong, thinking of all the ways he could have prolonged the exchange, and smiling fondly when he remembers he managed to make you laugh three times (a new record for him).

“What’s with that face?” Atsumu had interrupted Suna during one of the breaks at volleyball practice, his idiotic grin on full display in Rintaro’s face. Had he really been smiling just from thinking about you?

Suna had mumbled something that sounded like an awkward mixture of shut up and fuck off, quick to storm away in hopes that Atsumu didn’t catch the violent reddening of his cheeks. This is not good, he thinks, love can’t really be this hard to ignore, can it?

He’s put up a hard battle against this exact scenario, and he’s afraid you might have unknowingly thrown a wrench right into his fine tuned machine of a brain. If this really was a battle, he’s fine raising a white flag in order to get to make you laugh more often, for the slight possibility of getting to know if your lips really feel as soft as they appear, and the hope that one day he might forget all about what it was like not to be entirely in love with you. 

This is the nail in the coffin, his final surrender. Being in love really must make people stupid, because he’s nervously tugging his collar as he knocks on his younger sister's door. She chirps a surprised “Come in!” and Rintaro struggles to actually reach for the door, consumed with the reality of the fact that this really is where he’s ended up in his life. Great.

His sister gives him an incredulous look when she realizes it had been him who knocked, eyeing him suspiciously, “What do you want?” She mumbles in confusion, setting her pencil down. Suna parts his lips, mouth running dry, then sighs loudly, shaking his head. 

“What is it?” She inquires, sudden agitation laced in her tone. Rintaro looks at the ground, too embarrassed to see the inevitable shift in her expression when he asks, “What’s the right way to ask out a girl?” 

A silence follows that isn’t long enough in Suna’s opinion, quickly cut off by a loud bark of laughter, “No way! You’re asking me for advice?” 

Here’s another thing Suna Rintaro knew for certain, there’s no word that describes the extent in which his younger sister is the bane of his existence. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Suna mutters self-consciously. This probably was a bad idea in theory, but as much as it pains him to admit it, this is his last resort. He knows next to nothing about how to be normal about talking to you, let alone confess; something is better than nothing in this situation, and he swears to himself that he will make sure he never has to ask his sister for advice like this again. 

Love, when it comes to you, has to be a one and done thing. He’s sincerely praying to whoever is watching over him that he never has to feel the terror of confessing to anyone else again. It just has to be you. 

That’s why he’s here, standing about as stiff as a marble statue as he pushes a shaky finger to your doorbell, drawing his hand back swiftly as if it burned him. In a spurt of unexplainable confidence, Suna had asked if you wanted to hang out on Saturday, conveniently leaving out the part where he desperately wished for it to be more than just a hang out.

Earlier that morning, he’d been so close to chickening out that his sister, of all people, angrily dragged him to the nearest grocery store with a scowl.

 “Don’t get her roses, it’s way too soon for that kind of flower!” She snapped, swatting Suna’s hand away from the bouquet.

“Daisies? Seriously? Are you a serious?”

It would be an utter lie if Suna did not admit that he had no idea what his sister was talking about. If love really is this complex, maybe he’s not the right person for it. Still, he finds himself lingering on the face you make when you laugh, the way you’re the first person that he never got sick of texting into the early hours of the morning, and how you’re the only person that could ever make him reconsider that puppy love and crushes might mean something more than he’d given them credit for.

After all, the way he felt for you is what people call love, isn’t it?

Suna grips the assorted bouquet of colorful flowers that his sister had deemed good enough, listening to the sound of your front door clicking open. He’s doomed, this is a bad idea, and yet it’s the only thing he wants to do. 

How’d you get to be so beautiful? Suna wonders that a lot, in fact, it makes him angry that you’d just waltzed into his life like you did. It’s absolutely unfair, he was a dead man before he could even put up a fight. Falling in love with you was unavoidable from the beginning, but he seems to be just okay with that. 

“Oh!” Your eyes go wide, nonplussed by the bouquet in his hands, “Flowers for me?” You snicker, your laughter is probably the worst thing that could possibly happen right now, it makes everything ten times harder to do.

“Yeah, um-” Rintaro sputters, nervously darting his eyes around for the answer to your question. He knew the answer. You knew the answer.

Hastily, he holds it out for you to take, which you do without hesitation, “What’s the occasion?” 

Suna Rintaro knows two more things for certain: firstly, he’ll die if he doesn’t tell you how he feels, and secondly, you’re smart enough to have already surmised exactly what the occasion is. 

Everything his sister told him, advisories of “That’s too creepy!” and “Don’t be so blunt about it!” all fly to the back of his mind in exchange for the only things he can really manage to say. 

“Well,” Suna starts, cringing at the way his voice cracks, he knows this is about to be the world’s worst confession. 

“I, um, I got these for you because I think you’re really pretty,” you watch in bewilderment as his cheeks gradually saturate into a bright red, “but, that’s not just it!” Suna blurts, “You’re also really smart, and funny, and you’re probably the only person I could sit and talk to for hours without getting annoyed by-” Now, Suna is blatantly breaking the third piece of advice his sister had given him, don’t ramble.

“And, I really look forward to talking to you, even if it’s about boring stuff, I still want to hear you talk all day. Which, saying that out loud is really embarrassing for me, but, not because I’m embarrassed of you, I’m just embarrassed that I’m so-”

“Suna-” you interrupt, the cellophane wrap of the bouquet you held crackles as you lower it to see him better. You watch, partially in amusement, while the boy across from you struggles to comprehend everything he just said. 

Suna is done for when it comes to you, this was priorly understood, so why is it so hard to put it into words if it’s all he ever thinks about? “I like you a lot…is that okay?” He finally sighs, pale green eyes flickering up to search for a silent answer in the faltering of your expression. 

“That’s okay.” You nod, dumbfounded by the sudden declaration, each word was spoken with more confidence than anything you’ve ever heard him say before.

“Cool.” Suna nods dumbly.

“Cool.”

[cranberryjuice-posts]

A BRAINROT THAT I CANT LET GO OF!!

VAMPIRE!DAUGHTER OF HADES!READER X CLARISSE

Like Clarisse finds out cus reader was like feeding off a animal or smth and offers reader to feed on her instead if reader uses her superspeed to like win capture the flag or something!

Maybe a camper sees a old scarred bite mark on Clarisse and asks about it but Clarisse quickly makes a excuse 👀 (they eventually date ofc)

- Apex predator -

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x Fem! Vampire! Daughter of hades! Reader

An - this is pretty short and rushed I’m sry I had a comp today and I just wanted to get sum out🙁🙁🙏

“Y/n!” Clarisse yelled running around the forest.

You heard her. Only problem you were to busy to answer. Clarisse continued to move about the forest trying to find you.

After a few minutes the stronger girl noticed you crouched down with your back facing her. “Shit.. there you are” the girl panted. You didn’t respond only keeping yourself hidden from her. “Hello? Babe what are yo-“ clarisse stopped once she saw blood pooling around you.

Cautiously clarisse set her spear down against a tree before slowly stepping to you.

You were frozen not knowing what to do, if clarisse saw what you were doing she would hate you and if you ran she would be suspicious. In anxious thoughts you hadn’t realized clarisse turned you around.

Once the She had saw you with a dead rabbit in hands and blood dripping from your mouth she looked down at you with horror. Taking a step back clarisse grabbed her spear storming off.

You threw the dead rabbit aside quickly getting up and chasing after the girl. “Wait wait please let me explain” desperately you tried to catch up to clarisse who was now walking away.

“Explain what!” She turned around looking You up and down “explain why you were eating a dead rabbit raw?! Yeah I would love to hear about how my girlfriend is a psycho”

“Clarisse please” You begged grabbing her arms. “I know this is weird but I can explain I just need you to trust me” looking in her eyes you watched as clarisse started to calm down. “Fine” she bitterly spoke. “Explain”

You let out a slow breath before speaking “being the daughter of hades im a forbidden kid.. I had been killed a long time ago and in an attempt to save me my dad made a deal with thanatos to bring me back but even that costed something, my humanity. In Order to keep living and aging like a normal person I have to drink blood”

Clarisse looked like she didn’t belive You but at the same time she knew the gods did unbelievable things. “So what your a vampire now or something” she scoffed, nodding your head you looked down embarrassed by it all. “I’m sorry.. I know I should of told you but it’s just… fuck” you sighed

After a few moments clarisse grabbed your face, confused you followed the girls lead allowing you to turn your face in different directions. Eventually she pried your mouth open taking a look at your sharp K-9’s.

Clarisse sighed pulling You Close by your waist into a hug. “You should of told me” she kissed your forehead. “We’re having a talk about this later ok, a serious sit down talk got it” she pulled back holding your face. You nodded once again placing your hand over hers. “Good, now I need you to come with me to do something to get the flag”

———

“And That’s Everything” You sighed, sitting on your girlfriends lap as you both were in clarisses bed. Clarisse nodded rubbing soft circles on your hips. “Have you ever tried to feed off a person?” She asked looking up at you.

You shrugged your shoulders “once I mean human blood holds me over much longer than rabbit or animal but I don’t know anyone who willingly would let me do that”

Shifting around some clarisse pulled her camp shirt collar down tapping her neck. You looked confused earning you an annoyed scoff from clarisse “do you need an invitation just do what ever it is you do”

“Are You Sure? It’s gonna leave a mark I don’t know”

“I don’t care about a damn mark”

Debating it for a second you sighed leaning forward. Sinking your teeth into clarisses neck you punctured the girls skin. Immediately sucking on her neck you reveled in the warmness of the girls blood.

After a few moments You pulled pack panting. Looking at clarisse you started to laugh as the tough girl covered her face from how flustered she was.

“You liked that?”

“Fuck off”

You leaned in giving her a teasing peck on the lips, laughing as the girl jokingly complained.

——

Random camper - Jesus clarisse what happened to your neck

Clarisse - Thats none of your damn business

[hearts-4-vicky]

thinking abt Giselle tying up g!p reader to the bed and sitting on your face! Gigi would have to tie your waist down to the bed bc you can’t stop humping the air trying to find any type of release. Gigi would be so mean, suffocating you with her pussy while she degrades you and tells you that you’re not doing it right! Tears would be falling down your cheeks as you mumble out a barely audible apology while you were tongue fucking her hole and sucking on her clit. She would tell you it’s okay because you’re just her dumb baby! When she finally cums in your mouth and all over your face, you feel like you were in heaven! Your eyes rolled back and you came untouched, making a mess of your pelvis! When she got off your face you would tell her thank you with her slick and cum smeared over your face, Gigi would call you a pervert for cumming untouched :( She would stuff your mouth with her lactating tits and ride your overstimulated cock until you were shooting blanks!!

anon, angel, do u wanna kiss????🙏CUZ UR MIND OH MY GOD

warnings: dom! aeri, sub! g!p reader, mommy kink, aeri being mean :(, aeri being kinda nice towards the end?, squirting, overstimulation, face sitting, pussy eating, aeri slaps ur balls, cum eating, lactation, reader is a loser, A BIG LOSER, reader is stupid reader is sensitive asf😭, reader sobs cuz shes a stupid sensitive loser, (y am i bashing reader 🙏💀) pregnancy mentions, aeri takes pics

i feel like gigi would come outta nowhere, full on naked, n ur dick just JUMPS but like cant even blame u🙏 her tits would be leakin a bit, pussy WET n u cant even react bc she just rips off ur clothes n tying u to her bed posts!!!!!! ur so confused cuz shes never did smth like this b4?? “aeri what the fu-“ “shut up whore, its mommy to you.” and suddenly ur mouth is shut (only open to eat mommys pussy😘) and ur thinkin w/ ur dick😝 aeri gets on the bed, pussy hovering over ur face with ur mouth still shut tight, not knowing what to do?? finally, her pussy meets ur lips n u do… nothing??? youve never been with a girl before, only watching twitter porn videos (you can only watch 15 secs b4 ur cock just explodes 💥💥💥💥💥) getting impatient aeri brings one of her hands to your jaw, forcing u to open ur mouth n shes suffocating u with her puffy pussy, grindin on ur mouth, plushy thighs barely able to block out the sounds of aeris moans😍 “Use your- ah- tongue stupid bitch” (im giggling i want her so bad) stickin ur tongue in n out gets aeri to let out a satisfied sigh but she takes notice of the precum leakin out ur tip n starts giggling???

UGHHHH aeri would js be so MEAN to u

“You getting off to this slut? Mommy hasn’t even touched you and you’re already close? Fucking pathetic.” aeri leans over to give your balls a few hard slaps, stopping when ur cock begins to twitch🥺 she moves her hand to the place where your shaft meets your tip and has a firm grip on it, making you whimper and start to sob “You’re stupid if you think you’re gonna cum before me” aeri moans out as she starts to grind harder on your mouth😝 you’re sobbing so loudly now bc ur overwhelmed n aeri is jst being mean to u:((( but ur sobs n whines send vibrations to aeris core n she squirts all over ur face!!!🥺🥺🥺 so focused into her orgasm she lets go of your dick and you cum so violently, humping the air, getting your cum everywhere

aeri gets off you, letting you speak “‘m sorry mommy! p-please! please don’ leave your slut! wan’ taste m-mommy’s milk please….” you sob out, giving into your mommy so easily🥺🥺 aeri doesnt respond as she turns around, slams down on your cock, bouncing up and down quickly, shoving her leakin nipples in your needy mouth🥺 and yeah! she does fuck you til ur shooting blanks into her warm pussy🥺! but since you’re cummin so much she teases you “You, fuck- want mommy to get pregnant baby? You gonna share mommys milk with our baby?” your eyes widen, shaking ur head thats trapped in her tits to protest “Words, baby, mommy wants to hear you use your words” aeri whispers to you, never slowing down her pace❤️ she pulls you away from her spit soaked tits so you can answer “no mommy! don’ wanna- mmh!share your boobs with no one else!!” cumming in the middle of your sentence was so embarrassing for you but aeri didnt care that much💋 she gets off your overstimulated cock, causing you to whine loudly “Oh yeah? With how many times you came in me theres no way we aren’t parents yet. If only there was some way to prevent that…” she trails off before climbing back up so her pussy is near your face again. “Maybe you should be a good little slut and eat your cum out of mommy’s pussy.” aeri smirks seeing you nod vigorously, so cute, all for her🥺

“Good girl” is all aeri needs to say before sitting on your face again, you’re so eager to eat her again! even if you’re eating your own cum in the process!! aeri can’t help but snap a few pics of you being so pussy drunk and sends them to the aespa group chat🥺 not even a minute goes by before she gets a notification from the gc,

“Aeri-unnie, can we share her? please?:(“

“Ofc ning❤️ come home quick k?”

I WAMT HER SO ABDF OH MY GOD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

anyway first ask done😍❤️

bye my loves stay safe💋💋💋

[thedivineflowers]

hi!!! Love you works they’re so silly and good😜but sad😔 anyway I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to ask for when the boys (idk how many you’ll take but I think if you need a limited amount go with the first years😭) but yea when the boys say something plain ass bitchy and mean to middleschool!reader, like how were magic-less useless kid (looking at you Ace😡) saying some shit about our family or babying us too much till it become insufferable or smth and then when we get rightfully upset and cry or get upset (leaning on crying for more drama, angst and guilt😘) they realize how bad they fucked up and apologize, I feel like we would be a little stubborn about the apology depended on who it is to😭 but yea my goofy ahh request take your time and you can switch up the characters it’s your writing I don’t care! Love you works<333

YEHAHAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM AND I LIKE DONT REALLY HAVE A LIMIT UNLESS I COULDNT REALLY THINK OF SOMETHING SO EYEYEYEY

OKAY IMA ETART IM SOMEZCIYED

I ONLY DID THE FIRST YEARS BECAUSE IT WAS GONNA TAKE SOME TIME AND I DIDNT WANT TO KEEP YOU WAITING SO HERE 😆

Ace: he’d always tease you. And during the first few weeks when he was warming up to you he’d diss you by saying that you were nothing without magic. He even referred to you as the useless and magicless kid for some time. Even after months he still referred to you as that and one day you just bursted. “Why can’t you shut up about me being magicless?! I know I’m at a disadvantage but I’m tired of it! The jokes dead now why can’t you get it!? If I could I’d just make a portal by myself to go back to my world so I don’t have to listen to you all damn day but guess what?! Im just some useless and magicless kid!!” You shouted at tears ran down your face. You stormed away and he tried running after you but you quickly maneuvered away from him. Because of his pride he didn’t apologize for days and stayed quiet when around you. One day after he was given a reality check by Deuce he apologized because guilt was really eating away at him. You still avoided him for a bit just to make sure but your friendship came back together.

Deuce: he kinda has a temper (to me he does) and he’ll let it out sometimes making him call you shit like Ace. But because he is trying to be a good student (and a good friend) he’d be very quiet if he’d call you things but you always manage to him whisper it to himself. One day you two were alone in the classroom doing detention because you two got into a fight when a guy mocked you. “Hey, Deuce.” You called him with an empty tone. “Do you really wish that I had magic. That I had someone to look after me so you didn’t have to stick around me all the time?” You asked as you eyes were glued to the table in front of you. Barely managing to answer the first question on your math homework. “I see how you look at me when I mess something up because I lack magic. I just wanna know.” You said as there was a pressure on your throat. Like you wanted to throw up and let out a yell at the same time. His answer only made the pressure worse as your breathing became short. Did he really think that it’d been better if the magic mirror didn’t pick you? That you’d only stay as the schools janitor? You quickly walked out leaving everything behind to go to the teachers bathroom that you had access to. Everyone thought the same thing about you so why were you throwing up in the sink and crying your eyes out? Because you thought of him as different? No. Deuce came to your dorm later that evening with your completed math homework and backpack. He sighed before apologizing about what he said earlier and the things he’s called you. After some talking your friendship was alright but with rockiness

Jack: At first because you were obviously magicless he’d be very overbearing to you when it comes to things like flying your broom three feet off the ground. He’d chastise you when you used simple spells by waking you up the morning and running with him. He’s trying to protect you but it seems that he underestimates what you know you can and can’t do. You’d get frustrated and try to express that you didn’t need to be babied but the words would just stay stuck in your throat because you knew that he was just trying to look after you. “I can do this Jack! You need to stop worrying about me with small things like having the damn ladle stir itself in the pot! I’m not gonna get hurt with it and I know you’re looking after me but you’re making me uneasy like I could die from just touching a book about small spells! You’ve seen me fly a broom around and be perfectly fine in Mr. Crewels class so what is it that makes you think that I need you breathing down my neck all the time?! Is it because I’m magicless and from another world? Is it because I’m still a kid?” You bubbles over and spewed at him one day while you were making yourself dinner. Jack stood there as he awkwardly looked to the side trying to find an excuse. “I-“ “Im not as fragile as you think. If I was I would’ve been dead.” He’d been contemplating how much magic you could handle and he knows you know that he’s watching over you but he doesn’t know that it was getting overwhelming for you. He avoided you for a bit before apologizing and admitting that he had protected you because he feared you were weak because you were still a kid. You nodded in understanding and forgave him.

Epel: he had a small ego boost because he heard that you were magicless and a child who still knew nothing. He’d also heard Vil chatting away about you and saying mean things even when you were around. So he thought that you wouldn’t mind if he did too. You tried getting along with him at one point but he just pushed you away. “Is there something wrong with me that makes you stay away from me? I know that Im nothing like you but I’m trying to make an effort to get along with you!” You cornered him one day in the hall with small tears about to well over. He had almost nothing to say but a small peep “Does me being magicless and from another world disgust you? If it does then just say it already so I can leave you the hell alone and stop wasting my time trying to make an effort!” You demanded “I- no, not at all! I just…” He cleared his throat away of his country accent. “I thought that a kid like you couldn’t go through so many things and not have anything to hold onto yourself, ‘thought it was silly and that everyone and you were bluffin’ so I pushed you away because I thought you were way over yourself before I even got the chance to talk you properly…” he trailed off as you wiped your eyes and looked at him in understanding. Over time you both tried holding conversations to get to know each other and get warmed up so the same mistake doesn’t happen again. (It is hot in my damn room help 😭)

(The ones from diasomnia don’t really know you here)

Sebek 😈: He’d always talk about it was ‘impossible for a child with nothing to their name’ to even do anything in a world where they didn’t belong when he wasn’t stuffing his mouth with praises for Malleus. How ‘Their parents clearly made a mistake in raising them’ because you couldn’t cast a spell in class without needing help or looking at the instructions again. He’d even insult you in front of Malleus when you do someone like walk past their table “That child has no grace when they walk! Even in the presence of my lord himself! Utterly disgusting!” He’d say and the other three wouldn’t really respond because they hardly know you. One day Mr. Crewel had you two paired in a project so you two went to a secluded place to start (I mean he walked away while you followed after him.). “For the hundredth time that species will poison you! Can’t you understand?! Sevens I don’t know how you’re alive when you can’t even memorize stuff like this.” He muttered as he pinched the space between his eyes. You then slammed your fists in the table with tears of Frustration boiling up. “Can’t you understand that I can’t get a grasp of things here?! I’m only (age) and I’m in the (grade) grade! No sebek I cant understand anything because I’m not from here! I’m not supposed to be here making spells or talking to you because I’m supposed to be in a world where I get shut out like you have done to me because of shit like this! I don’t have an identity but only my face as proof of my existence! I don’t care about this project anymore you can blame me all you want I’m leaving.” You concluded before shoving papers in your bag and hastily walking away before he could even speak. After he had complained of what you said to him to Lilia he suggested that he look at it from your view and apologize. So he did. Which earned him nothing more than a smack on the face and a door to his nose. It’s up to you if you forgive him.

[lianreine]

Random#7 JamilxGn!MCxKalim

Date date date date date dATE....But Mc is secretly famous and richer than Kalim <3 (MC be royal so this makes sense on how they are richer-)



3Rd person<3

Mc comes into the bedroom that they, Jamil, and Kalim share...They smile seeing the two cuddled up just watching something

"Hello, you two~ wanna go on a date?"

Mc says leaning on the door frame and holding the door...

Kalim's eyes light up and he sits up quickly

"Yes! Where are we going Mc!"

Jamil chuckles and sits up as well and scratches his head

"Mc I don't mean to be rude but do you even know where we should go? and how are you gonna pay since you are the one who invited us?"

Jamil smirks a bit knowing the normal reaction that MC usually gives

Mc's face stays natural as they smile seeing Kalim excited

"...hm...Pack your bags, for about 3 days, can you?"

Jamil's eyes widen

"Mc? What do you mean?"

Kalim already stood up and hugged MC smiling widely as MC smiles and hug him back

"I'm saying...pack for three days. did I stutter my Jewel?"

Jamil blushes a bit and closes his eyes coughing it off a bit

"Mc what are you planning exactly?"

Mc whispers something to Kalim and Kalim nods going to Jamil forcing him to stand as Jamil sees Mc wink and leave the room...

Jamil pov

I pack clothes and other necessities I need for the three days Mc has told us to pack for...I look at Kalim as he smiles, asking me if he should bring this and that...

"Kalim..."

I say while having a small glare

"Yes, Jamil?"

Kalim asks me as he tilts his head a bit...I smile at how adorable he is...

"Did Mc tell you anything about where we are going for three days?"

I ask him and Kalim shakes his head and then smiles

"Nope! They only told me it's gonna be hot there!"

I just sigh in response...

"I wonder what our Diamond is planning..."

.....

Mc's pov

I Close the door and smile...as I already asked the Driver to put my stuff in the Car...and asked him to pick up some food so when my boys finish getting ready they can eat in the car...I have been planning this for a week or two...Can't wait to show them "My Home"

I wait by the mirror for both of my lovers

After about an hour I see Jamil carrying the luggage as Kalim happily talks to him...

3rd pov

Jamil and Kalim then see Mc and stop in front of them

Mc chuckles when they see how much they packed

"sigh...Kalim packed what he thinks he needs...I told him he doesn't need everything but he pushed..."

Jamil says with a sigh and a smile seeing cheeky Kalim smile at him a bit embarrassed, Mc chuckles

"Guards! Can you please get their bags?"

Mc yells a bit and about 4 men came through the mirror taking the luggage from Jamil...Jamil's eyes widen as he let the guards take the bags and Kalim looks more mesmerized than shocked

"Mc what in the worl-"

Jamil was about to ask when Mc interrupted

"Just relax, this is my present, Im spoiling this time..."

Mc looks at Kalim with a glare and Kalim frowns

"But mc-"

"ah ah. No. My plans. I asked you both out to this date slash (/) Vacay so no stepping up Kalim..."

Mc says pinching one of Kalim's Cheek making him smile and kiss Mc on the lips like a small peck Mc smiles and cups Kalim and Jamil's cheeks kissing them both

"Now...Let's go the car is waiting, as well as some takeout."

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-When Mc tells them about their career and how they're famous at ______ Kingdom and are royal and famous for it(or smth idk anymore), Kalim gets excited and starts asking questions right away as Jamil is just processing what he has been told...but as soon as he warms up he can't help but praise MC and feel pride that both of his lovers as great people willing to take care of him like this...

-When they get there MC has her own space in the castle, which means Kalim and Jamil was able to meet her family when the two realized they immediately got nervous but that soon dies down when Mc's mother saw them and hugged Jamil and Kalim calling them her Son in-laws, the two had a good conversation with Mc's parents and their father even calling the two "son"

-After meeting Mc's parents, Mc then led them to their room to settle down before looking around the castle and exploring the kingdom

-For the 3 Days you three have been there Mc has spoiled them with affection, love, wealth, and most surprises, Jamil and Kalim never get less shocked after and before each surprise...Mc couldn't help but smile seeing their lover's faces after each fancy dinner or present or the smell of Roses when Mc makes them bathe together as they'd hug each other in the bath

-The last night there are there they spent cuddling and just talking with each other, talking about the experiences and showing pictures...that Mc secretly posted...Ahem Ahem bragging of her Lovers, they snuggle up with each other feeling the warmth of each other's bodies and slowly fell asleep with them having smiles on their faces.

(I dunno why or how I wrote this but...Hope you likey likey)

[queenofsimpsblog]

insecure - shuri x reader

A/N: YALL IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN MIA LIFE IS SUPER HECTIC RN BUT I GOT THIS IDEA SO

kinda wrote this for myself cuz self confidence is smth I’ve struggled with my entire life lol

shoutout to the plus sized girlies, we all gorgeous and deserve to feel like it <3

also just in case you forgot, you’re very pretty and i love you <3

@locoforshuri you alr knew i was gonna tag you <3

you gasped as the air was leaking in and out of your lungs. you trudged on the pathway while shuri was way ahead of you. you convinced her to take you for a run today, and regretted your decision moments after. shuri was easily able to run laps around the park while you felt like someone kicked you in the stomach repeatedly.

“so then i told okoye that maybe she should consider wearing something different so that riri wouldn’t—” shuri spoke and turned to look at you, but then stopped running when she realised you weren’t right next to her.

“over here!” you wheezed out from way behind her. you normally exercised but you did pilates and yoga. you hated anything related to cardio, especially running.

“sthandwa? are you okay?” she asked you and you managed to shoot her a smile, which soon turned into a groan. shuri sighed and turned back, squatting slightly and gesturing you to get on her back. you did as you were told and got on, gripping onto shuri’s shoulders so that you wouldn’t fall. she got back up and started jogging again. bast bless her new found strength. she resumed her rant about riri and okoye, but you found yourself zoning out.

the reason why you were exerting yourself so much was pretty simple. there was a big gala coming up in a few weeks, and you wanted to look your best for it. the last one was about 6 months ago, and you didn’t exactly have the best experience there.

*flashback brought to you by shuri’s smile which is SO CUTE*

it was a crisp autumn night, and the ballroom the gala was being held in was packed. people were roaming around, socialising, forcing themselves to laugh at some old white guy’s joke, drinking, eating, dancing. you and shuri looped your arms together as you went to talk to some UN members you recognised and were on good terms with.

you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, and while you were in the stall, you overheard some girls talking.

“did you see that girl with queen shuri?”

“oh yeah, what about her?”

“her outfit? eeeks, she way too big for a dress like that.”

“oh my god, yeah. i don’t get why she thought it was a good idea.”

“seriously! what is the queen doing with her? she should be with me instead.”

the girls laughed and left the bathroom. you left the cubicle and took a good look at your reflection.

your heart broke as you looked at the way your dress accentuated your body. those girls were right. you took some tissues and used them to soak up the tears so that it wouldn’t spoil your makeup. sighing to yourself, you left the bathroom to go find shuri.

*flashback over*

soon enough, shuri decided to end her run and walked back to the palace to take a shower. she set you down gently as you reached the palace doors, and made your way to your shared quarters.

“you mind if i shower first?” shuri asked you as you entered your room. “no sweetie, go ahead,” she smiled and kissed you, letting her lips linger on yours for a moment before grabbing a sports bra and boxers and retreating to the bathroom.

you stood by the large mirror in the walk-in closet, taking a good look at your reflection. your hands moved from your face, to your arms, to your belly and down to your thighs. your body was beautiful, but you couldn’t see that. all you could see was the imperfections those women commented on that night.

you hated it.

you hated how those strangers words had so much power over you.

before you knew it, the tears started coming in and you tried desperately to hold in your sobs. but you failed, and as shuri walked out of the bathroom and made her way to the closet to find an outfit to wear, she saw you staring at yourself and sobbing uncontrollably.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” she asked you gently, wrapping her arms to stabilise you and calm you.

“i’m ugly,” you cried out.

shuri was taken aback. she didn’t know what to say. she always thought of you as the most beautiful moment she ever laid eyes on. and it pained her to see you like this.

“no you’re not. you’re beautiful. why do you think you’re ugly?”

you were still crying, so it took you a couple minutes to pull yourself together. you told shuri about what happened at the last gala. rage filled her eyes, but it was quickly replaced with love.

“usana, what those women said is not true. not even close. you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen,” she gently took your hand and kissed every one of your knuckles, before moving to your palm.

“you remember when we first met?” she asked, trialing kisses along your arm and collarbone before moving to your other arm.

she giggled softly at the memory. “it was like time froze when i saw you. i could’ve sworn i heard violins playing in the background. it was like a movie scene. i knew then and there that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you by my side,”

she then planted kisses on your belly, making you smile. “i don’t get why you think being skinny means being beautiful. beauty is so much more than that. beauty means having a good soul. a caring heart. and you have that, sthandwa,”

shuri then moved downwards to your thighs. she kissed them both and then looked up at you. “you’re gorgeous, y/n. please don’t ever say that you aren’t.” she stood up and brought your body closer to hers.

“and i love you. my heart is yours, always and forever,” she kissed you with so much love and adoration.

“i love you too,” you whispered and smiled, before kissing her again.

fuck those girls that talked shit about you. they were just jealous cuz shuri loved you, and not them. and nothing would change that.

[jovenshires]

thank you for making me feel better abt sending u so many asks🫶

also I acc LOVE the idea of a disgruntled english teacher at lunch that's wild but so accurate

thanks for that shaynse shout out absolutely so giddy now🫡

Also was wondering how u would match up the smoshcast with Taylor albums?

Some of my ideas (more vibes then lyrics):

Red - Amanda (maybe its the scarves)

1989 - Angela

Reputation - Arasha

Folklore - Ian

Evermore - Tommy

Midnights - Courtney

BONUS I think if shaynse were an album they'd be evermore (based off vibe alone, not necessarily lyrics)

EXTRA BONUS if shaynse were an artist they would be cigarettes after sex

(Would love to hear what albums/artists you associate with spommy and any other ships too)

-shaynse anon

absolutely any time!! honestly Thank You for sending so many asks these are always the highlights of my day i hope you all know.

NSDKLNFLKRNKL thank you so much. i feel like i just open my ask box like its my office door and i see six asks lined up in the hallway every morning and sigh and invite the kids in to eat. does this make sense. in no way do i want to be a fandom mom BUT a fandom english teacher all the gay kids think is cool? yeah okay i can get behind that

literally any time im incorporating it into asks now why? bc you're an icon and i love it

OH MY GOD YOUR MIND.... this is god tier thinking. tbh all of your takes are Perfect i couldn't have said it better myself. debut is so kimmy to me (idet i have to explain that one), fearless... fearless is tough... maybe damien??, speak now is jackie (it's My favorite album i get to gift it to one of My favorite cast members), and my hot take is that shayne IS lover. look at that mf. he's so lover coded. and then i agree with ALL of your ops. (folklore ian hits SO hard btw for no reason)

oh i LOVE that. willow.......... cowboy like me........ long story short...... i am seeing the vision here

i have never listened to a cigarettes after sex song but now im gonna have to omg

okay here are my off-the-cuff takes (i put them under the cut bc as always it got away from me):

spommy: 1989. i link them Inextricably with you are in love, style, new romantics, slut... they could be Any of these albums though tbh so this one is hard but yeah i think this one vibes the hardest for them

shaymien: LOVERRRR i will stand by this one forever and ever!! lover, daylight, ITS NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND.... oh my god. OHHHH my god.

amangela: red - they are giving stay, stay, stay, they are giving starlight, they are giving message in a bottle. extremely silly lil guys, very upbeat and high-energy, this album is for them

courtivia: they are midnights bc 1. hot girl bling they are both bejeweled and making the whole world shimmer 2. lavender haze and snow on the beach are them tyvm for coming to my tedtalk

shackie: they can have the honor of speak now. bc i like them <3 KLDFNFN no but also bc 'mine' but like. shayne pov. you made a rebel of a careless man's reckless son!!! enchanted. ours. i can see you. i literally could go on but i won't and save us all some headache LMAO

kimney: soupy said they were early taylor the other day and i SO agree with her. im going debut... smth smth im only me when im with you and our song !!

jamien: fearless... smth about the classic love story vibe that album gives off is SO them. honestly even just love story alone makes this their album. but today was a fairytale, hey stephen... yeah very that

arangela: they get to be my OTHER fave, reputation, and here is why: reputation reads as very Newly but Deeply in love to me, like the feeling is fresh and exciting but still grounding, and that is how they read to me. gorgeous is for them, end game is for them, but dress is REALLY for them.

ianthony: FOLKLORE im feeling ill just thinking about it. seven.... august..... OH MY GOD INVISIBLE STRING? im honestly on the floor about this one. i feel like a woman who was told to go rest in the countryside for her health.

[localgardenweed]

Looking off into the sunset feeling my soul shatter as I think of my Hetalia KND AU

I think Sector G8/G9 (i cant decide) constantly bicker for some sort of control (Minus Feliciano he is fine just being there hes there for the fun) while the rest are trying to get to leader position for one reason or another. Arthur is FIGHTING to keep that Team Leader role

My idea with Alfred and Matt are that they’re like fightor pilots together, their gag is Alfred cant do shit and always fucks up but Matt always comes in to save the day while Alfred takes all the credit and Matt just has to suck it up and hold back his rage, everyone always forgets he’s there since he’s so quiet but occasionally they’ll notice him when they ran out of maple syrup for pancake day and he sighs and goes down the block to his place to grab a bottle cause his family gets the good shit and he just has to sit there and feel ignored the rest of the time untill they want timbits ot smth hand has to do it all over again. I wanna say they’re half brothers like same dad different moms too, explains why they dont live together and why one kid is violently American and the other Canadian. Or maybe twins and parents got divorced when they were like super young and got remarried and one lived in America and the other Canada. We may never know. Matts older though in both scenarios.

Kiku and Alfred always haul in videogame consoles, they frequently play Super Smash Bros together and like shit gets INTENSE IN THAT TREEHOUSE THERE WILL BE BLOOD, Alfred always loses and he never knows why but secretly Kiku always gives him the bad controller. He is secretly ruthless when it comes to shit like this. Kiku also likes training cadets at Arctic Base from time to time, he can be a little scary. On the flip side he likes to help Feliciano with his homework alongside Ludwig as they try to explain to him how to do long division as Feli just watches and spaces out again. They gave up and thought teaching him to cheat would be easier but no it was just as hard. Kiku likes to bring in ramune sodas and so many poppin cookings like i think its all the kids eat half the time HE ALWAYS BRINGS MORE THEY NEVER SEEM TO RUN OUT. He whips out a waffle one for Alfred for breakfast and watches him lick the cranberry sauce clean off the plastic. He also brings other cool candies cause its kinda one of his only flexes. That and also all the anime he brings, mostly dvd but they’re also only in Japanese so he’s mostly watching them all by himself cause like no one else knows it.

Yao is always off training by himself in his room, beating the shit out of his dummies and having to head down to the shop to buy new ones cause he always ends up wacking their heads and stuffing off. He eats a bunch of candy too to keep his energy up, it is a miracle his teeth haven’t rotted. He likes to go bother Ivan and try to get him to train with him but Ivan just sits in the corner playing with his toy trucks reenacting car crashes and stuff and Yao just says “….lol weirdo, im bringing over leftovers tomorrow for our dinner here at the tree house, do you want those little candies my grandma brought from home?” “Yes please” as he whisper screams acting as the drivers who got into the crash and die. Yao also is also the most athletic of the group, very flexible too.

As you can see Ivan is a little fucked up but he’s kinda just a loner. He feel he doesn’t fit in and Yao kinda hangs out with him but him and Alfred are surely a interesting duo. Arthur makes him work with Alfred sometimes on missions and they kinda cant stand each other but are they ever gonna say that? No. But he also weirdly likes Alfred like “wow he’s so cool…how does he have it so easy?” Thinking he’s the absolute shit when in reality the rest of the sector kinda cant stand him. He mostly just keeps to himself and does what he’s told, but ofc is absolutely fucking terrifying when provoked. But also kinda a little whiney bitch when he gets comfortable.

Francis and Arthur switch on and off to adult busting besties to “I HATE YOU EVEN MORE WHATEVA MAJOR LOSER” with the hand signals and everything. They train alot together and use their angry time as good training time. They fence and sword fight together and also tend to alot of chores around the treehouse. They weirdly respect eachother but also want to see eachother dead. Francis has a pony he keeps in its own stable in the treehouse, he pampers the shit outta it too. He takes it for walks around town and puts it in competitions and DOMINATES competition

Arthur has a whole ass battle ship. He begged Ludwig (2x4 Tech Officer) to build him one and they spent a couple months on it alone to make it perfect (aka Arthur kept adding shit to his list of wants and he went crazy trying to fit it all) but it got done eventually. He breaks for tea time and it’s RELIGIOUS he does not skip a beat to rush over for tea time. He really is a little British boy. I like to think though he does it so no one tries to steal his scones cause he goes out to buy the good ones. Everyone stopped stealing though when he started making copycat scones and they obviously sucked but he didn’t know that he thought his security measures were just so good!! (He put a single trip wire to make you fall forward. Thats it thats the trap) He also gets all his cool outfits commissioned by Taiwan (I dont have a human name for yet </3) who works at global command and makes all the super cool outfits for everyone. He has multiple jackets and like some of these outfits are OUT THERE he pays alot of candy for these things like some got whole ass gems and Egyptian cotton like okaaayyy

No one knows why Feliciano is still here, he doesn’t do shit and super dumb but like he brings good leftovers from his place so ig he can stay. He was a boy scout with Ludwig till he was like “Lets join KND” and he just said “Ok!”. He helps Ludwig the best he can by mostly just handing him shit but he makes himself useful somehow.

Ludwig is a absolute nerd, and also kinda a suck up like its actually so weird to think he’s in the KND cause he seems like super like “we must respect adults at all times!!” But no he has a fire in him, he cant stand them, he puts up with them but he cant stand em really. They did smth he can never forgive…anyway he’s always making new 2x4 tech for his sector and goes to alot of conventions. He’s kinda just a nerd like i said but he does et loose. He loves to play with trains and cars, has a whole model train set he made himself and also kinda a minecraft gamer. Ok so my timeline js weird cause idk if im making this in early 2000’s like the og show or in the modern day but ehhhhh whatever. Anyway when Kiku and Alfred are done playing Smash Bros and throwing hands he plops down to load up Minecraft, he loves to do redstone and also just play survival and ya know, tough it out. He plays with Feliciano but he sucks but he still lets him play. He actually plays alot with Francis but he likes more PVP and exploring than mining and building like Ludwig. Alfred also gets in on it but likes to troll so they usually kick him iut after he drops lava on Ludwigs cow pen.

Will i talk more about them? Yes ofc duh. Tune in next time for my awesome video essay on why this is my best au yet /j

[dicaxasinus]

spooky season! okay so idk how to get interest for oc things so im just gonna put this out there the tl;dr concept is a rogue got stuck in a nightmare hell dimension for a long time and came out of it with dreamwalking/manipulating powers and an axe to grind against their old party. this is their first night back on the material plane and discovering their new Abilities

this is probably the spookiest thing ill ever write, i even got some gnarly ‘eating smth that definitely isnt food’ nightmare stuff in there. thats the only warning i got i think.

-

The tavern was silent.

Not a sound resonated through it, even through the thin walls of the cheapest room they had to offer. By all logic, anyone staying there ought to at least hear music late into the night, if not shouted arguments and physical altercations. This was not an establishment that offered safety or comfort, it was a favored haunt for more violent drunks and criminals, and a last resort for anyone who couldn't afford another option.

Perry had known what they were getting into when they had come here. They fit the latter category perfectly, after all, and the prospect of noise didn't bother them. If anything, it was welcome. After so long away from anywhere remotely resembling civilization, the reminder that other people - even rowdy, violent ones - were nearby could almost be called soothing.

All of that was gone. No music, no voices, nothing.

A surge of terror shot through their heart, and with it Perry jolted upright, bracing their hands on the thin blanket that separated their body from the straw-covered ground. Motion. They could move. Good. That could be removed from their list of concerns. Just to be doubly sure, Perry adjusted themself so that they were sitting up properly, clenching and unclenching their hands where they could see them. They heaved a sigh of relief that conscious movement was even possible.

'On to the next question,' they thought to themself, lifting their eyes from their hands. The room felt… off. It hadn't changed much from what they remembered prior to falling asleep, but something wasn't right about it. It was still disgusting, with a floor that was covered in a sticky mix of what was probably old spilled alcohol, vomit, blood, and other substances that they tried very hard not to think about. The same pile of horse-smelling straw poked into their legs through the incredibly stained blanket - which they again tried not to think about - and there were no windows to allow in moonlight.

That was the first thing that didn't add up. There ought to be no light in the room. Why could they see any of that?

The second was the silvery mist that curled all around them. It was like being near a lake on an autumn morning; cold, mysterious, and entirely out of place indoors. Whatever the mist was, it shone as if light was reflecting off of it, but there shouldn't be any here. It had to be producing its own, so it must be some kind of magic.

Perry breathed a curse as they got to their feet. Of course they'd run into some kind of magic on their first day back; one of only a few things that they weren't able to effectively decipher. That was always someone else's specialty, not theirs.

-

The day they were given the assignment, they'd all been some level of nervous, excited, and - most of all - proud. It meant that they'd collectively proven themselves as effective adventurers and problem-solvers, though this was an entirely new level of trust. Most of their previous missions had been simply to go help smaller towns with bandit raids, or disappearances, or even the occasional fiend problem. It was something else entirely to be asked to retrieve an artifact of the Lady of Darkness herself from the Shadowfell.

The Caelian Archives had connections to the Church of the Moon, so it made sense that they would want dangerous artifacts like this 'Mask of Night' kept out of the wrong hands; it was just a surprise and an honor to be trusted with such a great task. Auriga and Lyra had nearly passed out when they were given the news, and subsequently went rushing off to pray for guidance. Cygnus, Orion, and Hesperus, on the other hand, had gone to search the library for any information on the Shadowfell.

They all had their strengths. A paladin and a cleric of the goddess of the moon would naturally trust their goddess to guide them, especially when their quarry was something her sworn enemy held sacred. A wizard was more well-equipped for researching the magic of the plane, to determine what kinds of effects they ought to expect or what they ought to prepare to counter it. A monk and a rogue were there to learn what kinds of landscapes, creatures, or other denizens they might encounter. Preparation was as much divide and conquer as the adventuring itself.

It paid off, too. No number of wraiths or shades could stop them, nor could the frequently-shifting landscape deter them for long. Lyra had spells at the ready to help keep them on track, and between Perry's blessed daggers, Rig's divine strikes, and Cyg's star-covered visage, the undead and other shadow beasts were hardly much of a problem. They were able to reach their destination - the Temple of Somnolence - with relative speed.

Of course, it was there that everything quickly started going wrong.

The entrance to the temple was unsurprisingly locked, and the mechanism to disarm it was embedded deep within a crevice next to the door. It was disguised alongside many other stone carvings, but it wasn't able to escape Perry and Lyra's combined notice. Orion said that they could see some magic around the lock, but it just looked like a weak enchantment. "It shouldn't be any trouble," he'd said.

Perry had trusted his word. They'd put their hands into the crevice, successfully triggered the unlocking mechanism, and the world went pitch black. Their mind urged them to pull back, to say that something was wrong, but their body wouldn't listen. They were frozen where they knelt, head bowed like they were in some awful parody of prayer.

Lyra's was the first voice they heard. "Perry? Perry? Are you okay?"

Rapid steps on stone approached them, but Cyg's voice cut in just as they stopped. "Wait! Lyra, we don't know what happened to them yet. Orion?"

"I'm on it," said the wizard, sounding rattled. Perry felt a wave of magic wash over them, but it did nothing to alter their paralysis. "I… It didn't work, oh, gods, I thought- it looked harmless, I swear-"

"Calm down, Orion, we can't help them if we're panicking," came Rig's voice, finally taking command of the situation. "Can you tell us what kind of magic is affecting them?"

"It's, uh… an enchantment. I tried dispelling it, but it's so much stronger than I thought… Oh, gods, Perry, I'm sorry-"

The darkness that had taken over their eyes was soon accompanied by silence dulling their ears. This, however, was not as complete as the darkness, and they were still able to catch a few intermittent words. Their thoughts felt like they were swimming through tar, but they were certain that they heard three things; "no time," "leave them," and most importantly "come back."

What a mistake it had been, to ever have trusted them.

No one ever came back.

-

They did their best to crush the rapidly swelling bubble of anger inside their chest. They needed a clear head for this. Thinking about old friends wouldn't help that.

Varying suspicions about the mist ran through their mind as they slowly approached the door. It could be a spell, intentionally cast by someone in the tavern to obscure something, but that wouldn't explain the silence. Of course, that too could be a spell, but… Perry couldn't help but think that wasn't right. What were the odds that a tavern brawl made no contact with the walls? Or even the floors, really. Magical silence wouldn't negate the vibrations of a body impacting wood. Perhaps it could be the natural effect of some kind of creature, obscuring its hunt with magical mist? Undead were often associated with this kind of ethereal energy, and honestly Perry wouldn't doubt that there could be proverbial skeletons in the closets here.

What they were not expecting was for the bar to be completely vacant.

Perry had to pause in the entryway for a moment, letting the surprise wash over them. They could have sworn that a place like this was one that was rarely - if ever - empty. The clientele was so violent and untrustworthy that they'd assumed that barkeeps would always be present, just in case someone got any funny ideas about theft. Not to mention that this kind of crowd was the type that they'd expect to be drinking at all hours of the day.

Just like in their room, though, the mist filled the entire bar room. A glance behind them revealed that it extended into the hall behind them as well. They had to assume that it would be in other rooms, but they could investigate that later. There was a window at the far end of it, they'd see if it went outside once they finished looking around the bar.

They stepped carefully, doing their best not to break the deafening silence. The creak of a single floorboard could alert gods-know-what to their presence, and that was a circumstance they were much better off avoiding. They moved around empty chairs and tables, which looked unmoved from how they'd been prior to going to sleep. Drinks were on tables, some chairs were overturned, but there was absolutely no sign of the people who had been sitting there drinking them.

Perry soon had to give up on that investigative route. All the signs pointed to the people in the bar simply vanishing, but that was hard to believe. They didn't rule it out entirely, but what could possibly have done that? Some vengeful spirit that targeted the bar room exclusively? That just didn't seem likely.

The next area to investigate was behind the bar itself, but that yielded even fewer results. There was, quite literally, nothing under the bar counter. It was as if the counter was just a facade; a mere wooden box that was built to appear functional, but with no tankards, kegs, or bottles anywhere to be found.

The back room was just the same; no kegs, food, or even crates of anything that might indicate that it had ever been used. It didn't make any sense. Perry knew that there should be something back there, since they saw the barkeep go back there just before they'd gone to their room. The food they'd eaten just hours prior came from there.

Unease turned their stomach at the thought. They could feel the bile starting to rise, but they covered their mouth to try to force it back down. They couldn't afford to be sick now, not when it might leave evidence of their presence.

-

Perry had no idea how long the paralysis lasted. Long enough for familiar voices and footsteps to fade into silence and the creeping fear of being alone in the dark to begin crawling up their spine. Distant wails of the undead chilled their blood, but they couldn't even flinch in response to the piercing noise.

A cold presence circled around them, like a hunter examining its latest catch. A sensation like freezing water rolled down from the top of their head, lingering like a crown of ice even as it loosened their frozen muscles. They wanted to move, to open their eyes, to at least see what kind of threat was watching them, but their body still refused to respond.

When their hands finally withdrew from the lock's crevice, they felt disconnected from the motion. They had no command over their arms, nor their legs as they rose to their feet, or their eyes as they were finally able to blink open. Deep shadows surrounded them, coiled like a serpent as a face smiled cruelly out of the darkness.

Not a word was spoken. The shadows simply parted, opening a path away from the temple. Perry's legs moved unbidden, carrying them away from the temple, away from the path they remembered, and deeper into the unknown reaches of the Shadowfell.

Time lost meaning after they left the temple. To an extent, reality itself did as well. As their body compelled them to wander through hordes of undead, how were they to differentiate when their claws tore through their armor and when it was merely a vision? The sensations were always there, and any vision flowed seamlessly into the next reality; leaving phantom sensations of lost organs where there was suddenly unmarred flesh. Defense was never an option, not when they had no command of their limbs, and whatever did command them seemed to want nothing more than Perry's unending, primal terror.

At some point, however, the experiences began to shift. On one occasion, Perry approached what appeared to be the warped echo of a small town. The inhabitants of the town appeared just as alive as they were, if far more pale. They never approached Perry. They only ever looked at them and smiled, revealing needle-like teeth and the knowledge that more sentient undead had an interest in leaving them as they were.

Blood-soaked visions in the barns of vampire settlements haunted Perry more than others. They desperately needed to believe that any experience with food in the Shadowfell was merely a vision. Even still, they would never be able to forget them; from the compulsion to put warm, unidentifiable flesh in their mouth to the feeling of horror upon realizing that something that had appeared normal suddenly became something moving, wriggling even as it slid down their throat.

When the nightmare finally ended, when they finally regained control of themself, Perry vomited on the grass at the edge of a planar vortex - finally back in their home plane, but haunted by everything they had seen.

Through it all, though, the memory of the last moments with their so-called friends lingered. Orion's carelessness. Lyra's acquiescence to Cygnus's warning, to the point where neither of them tried to help them. Auriga's ultimate decision that they would be left behind.

Perry would make them regret that decision, if it was the last thing they did.

-

This entire area was a bust. Perry hadn't found any answers here, just more unsettling questions. They returned to the hall lined with rented rooms, ignoring the lightheadedness that washed down their skull. Hopefully there would be something useful there, rather than more empty rooms.

Just like their room and the bar, everything appeared normal at first glance. Of course, it wasn't as if they had seen inside any of the rooms before whatever this was happened, nor could they see through doors. As disgusting as this place was, the rooms did at least have locks, so Perry would have to pick a few if they wanted to see if anyone else was still present. They just hoped they hadn't lost their touch too badly.

First things first though: the window at the far end of the hall. If this effect stretched outside of the tavern, then maybe it was something odd about this entire region, not just the one building. That might be harder to deal with in the long term, but they might be able to get answers more easily if they managed to find someone to ask. It would be a step in the right direction.

As Perry gazed out into the night, their attention was quickly drawn up from the misty ground to a starless black sky. The moon hadn't quite been full, but it certainly hadn't been new either. Still, the only light appeared to come from the mist itself, with no moon to be seen.

A streak of pink light raced across the sky, startling a gasp from Perry. After several minutes, another light streaked by, this time a bright blue and coursing in a completely different direction. There were more, Perry was sure of it, but they weren't frequent and there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to which direction they went.

They turned away from the window slowly. So it seemed that again, they were left with more questions than answers. The mist extended outside, so this magic wasn't isolated to the tavern itself, but clearly it had to extend to even the sky. It couldn't be some kind of planar magic, could it? Perry was so fucking sick of interplanar magic, if they had somehow been transported again - and in their sleep no less - they were sure they'd lose their mind.

Another burst of color drew them out of their thoughts. Immediately in front of them, they could see a lightly obscured figure laying on the floor, with a cloud of multicolored mist drifting around their head. Slowly, curiously, and nearly spellbound by the sudden presence of another person, Perry approached the sleeping figure.

The colored mist seemed slightly different from the silver that dominated the building. It called to them, like it was inviting Perry to come see what was going on even more than any other mystery did. They reached toward it, tentatively, but pulled back as the slowly undulating mist trailed toward their outstretched hand. No matter how alluring it was, Perry couldn't afford to simply let it do whatever it willed to them.

Their conviction allowed them to shake loose the reins of curiosity long enough for them to look around once more. They were not in the hallway. They could still see the window, but they now realized that they could see it through a translucent wall; one with no distinctive features, just like the rest of the room they were now in. Apprehension set in once again as they realized that they had no recollection of opening a door. If that wall was translucent, had they simply walked through it just as easily as they could see?

A glance to the other interior wall revealed that it was just as translucent as the one they'd apparently walked through. On the opposite side, they could see a tiny bundle with another cloud of multicolored mist around it.

Perry darted back to the hallway, passing through the translucent wall once again with alarming ease. The rooms on both sides were equally visible at this proximity, and they tried to control their quickening breaths as they scanned them for any more colored mist. Some of the rooms were empty, but every single room that did have one body - or two, or three - each individual had a cloud with a distinct pattern of colors.

Several things were quickly becoming clear; Perry was the only one conscious in whatever plane this was, everyone they saw had the mysterious colorful mist around them, and any room they hadn't seen had no features whatsoever. They still didn't know how they had gotten to this place, nor how they might leave, but… they got the feeling that they could stop trying to be silent. Nothing was going to hear them if they'd managed to get so close to a sleeping body that the mist tried to reach out for them as well.

The only way Perry could think would get much of an answer, however, was to reach back to it. Allow whatever it was to show them what it wanted. It wasn't ideal, and Perry wished that they had some other way to investigate magical effects, but they couldn't help that now.

They returned to the room at the end of the hall, where they'd first noticed the mist. Just like before, the mist drifted toward Perry's outstretched hand, but this time they did not pull back. They allowed the mist to coalesce their palm, like an ethereal crystal ball. The colors began to take shapes, painting a moving picture of a young girl tugging a man excitedly through a field of flowers. They could feel the peace the man felt with this picture, and likewise the longing for it.

Perry pulled back, allowing the ball of mist to dissipate to nothingness as it fell toward the ground. They moved to another person, this time seeing a woman at the helm of a ship, laughing triumphantly as she discovered a chest full of gold and jewels. Another; a man slitting the throat of another, satisfying his need for vengeance. With each vision, it became clear what the clouds of mist were.

Dreams.

Their heart raced at the revelation, scared of what that would mean for them, that they could see all of these. What was this place, where dreams were not only visible, but tangible? Were they trapped in some kind of realm of dreams?

As they approached yet another dreamer, watching his vision of a man growing ever more frustrated with a woman's dog, they noticed something new about the dream; not only did it have a slight weight, but it also had a slight give if they clenched their fingers around it. It was malleable. They watched the dreamer's anger give way to a desire for violence, and Perry couldn't help their own curiosity about how far this ability of theirs could go. They traced their fingers over the mist, smearing the image of the dog until it looked more like the giant, monstrous shape of one. The desire the dreamer had felt before gave way to fear, but Perry had little time to experiment more before the mist disappeared in a puff of smoke - as did the figure it had surrounded.

If this truly was a dreamscape of some kind, then Perry could only assume that the dreamer they'd been tampering with had woken. That… could potentially explain the emptiness of this place as well. If someone could not be here while awake, then of course the tavern would be empty. Who in their right mind would fall asleep in such an openly dangerous area? Likewise, the staff wouldn't be asleep, so of course they wouldn't be present here either.

Perry returned to the window at the end of the hall. It was ever so faint, but they could still see traces of colored mist emerging from nearby homes, barns, stables - anywhere something might be sleeping. More importantly, they felt sure that they could call the mist to them. Their heart began to race again - this time with excitement - as an idea turned in their mind.

"Auriga," they hissed, simmering rage blending with their delight as wisps of silver mist began to coalesce in their hand. It slowly began to stain with ethereal colors, but Perry was soon greeted with the image of their old comrade without her gilded armor. She wasn't alone in her dream, but was performing some kind of song for a crowded theater. Things were going well for her.

Too well, in Perry's humble opinion.

They reached their free hand toward the orb in their hands, intending to turn the crowd into a violent mob, but the moment they touched the lightly stained mist, the image dispersed like a popped bubble. The surprise at the vision's sudden loss only gave them a moment's pause before fury began to creep back in. Why hadn't it worked this time? Why couldn't they change Rig's dream the same way they had changed some stranger's?

Perry hardly noticed the shadows that began to stain the silver mist around them, nor the tendrils of black that began to creep through the dreams around them.

A sharp, sudden scream pierced the silence of the dreamscape, and Perry jolted upright in utter darkness. Odd-smelling straw poked into their hands, and confused, annoyed voices carried through the wall to their left. There was no mist illuminating their room, and the walls appeared as solid as ever.

Through the wall to their right, they could hear a woman frantically hushing a sobbing child, assuring him that it was just a dream.

Perry let out a heavy breath. It had been just a dream, but had felt so real. It hadn't felt like just a dream. If they managed to return to that dreamscape, they would have to learn more about how this new power worked.

And what exactly they might accomplish with it.

[toastsnaffler]

only took half my meds today bc I slept in rly late this morning and didn't want to take the full dose in case it keeps me awake tn but good grief I'm feeling them wear off.. my heaud hurts

[m41z135h1pz-moved]

i need a late-night comfort cooking sesh w andre right the fuck now or i might. start fucking crying /hj

[mizunetzu]

I just skipped school and binge read all of your fanfics- They’re really good gRRRRrrr 🥺🥺 Keep up the good work!! That being said- Can I request a fluffy Hawks x male reader where the reader has a cold and is stuck in bed and Hawks takes care of him? Thank you vv much!!!

HAHHAHA WHY IS ALL MY HAWKS REQUESTS ALWAYS FLUFF (I mean ur like my second one but it’s still flufF) (and not that this wasn’t fun to write cuz it was HAAHA I’m lowkey proud)

(Also gRRRRur so nice but GO TO SCHOOL >:( BARK BARKK BAEKR)

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Hawks x reader - The Sick Fic

⚠️warnings - it’s as the title says. It’s the sick fic.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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(Y/n) coughed up sticky red blood.

“Y-yeah, no. I don’t think I can patrol today, Yusha-san. The villain from yesterday activated their quirk on me-and I’m feeling a bit sick.”

Yusha, the secretary to the (L/n) hero agency, typed something down on his computer. “Is it something we should be concerned about?”

“No.” (Y/n) croaked out with a chuckle. “Their quirk isn’t really dangerous, but it did make me a bit sick. It’ll pass, don’t worry.”

“Ok. I’ll send in one of your sidekicks to patrol with Hawks-san today.” More typing from across the phone. (Y/n) pursed his lips.

“U-uh,”

“Don’t worry. I’m sending a male sidekick.” Yusha practically read his mind. (Y/n) didn’t want any stupid girls hitting on his stupid, popular, pro-hero patrol buddy boyfriend.

“Thank you, Yusha-san.”

“It’s nothing. Get some rest, (H/n). We expect you to show up tomorrow.” Yusha ended up before (Y/n) could even say goodbye. He lazily dropped his phone onto his bedside table, burying himself under his bedsheets as best as he could. Just as he was getting comfy, the urge to cough up more blood kicked him in the stomach.

He flung himself over his bed, practically shoving his head into the small waste bin under his bedside table. He wiped his mouth with his forearm after hacking up more blood, his head suddenly feeling hazy and jumbled.

He groaned, and got under the bedsheets once more. The world seemed to be against him today, as another distraction forced him out from his beauty sleep.

His phone buzzed once. Twice. Then the annoying, overlapping ring of multiple messages being spammed buzzed out his phone, making (Y/n) cover his ears with his pillow.

Annoyed, he patted around the side table til’ his hand landed on his phone, pulling it towards him and under the sheets.

‘Keigo 🍗 - where r u :(‘

‘Keigo 🍗 - who’s this...rando dude patrolling wit me :(((‘

‘Keigo 🍗 - r u asleep or smth’

‘Keigo 🍗 - wake up ur late to patrol and I need my yakitori addiction funded today’

‘Keigo 🍗 - DUDE’

‘Keigo 🍗 - BBBBBBBBBB’

‘Keigo 🍗 - IM NOT GONNA STOP SPAMMING U TILL U ANSWER ME OR SHOW UP AN PATROL WITH ME >:(((‘

(Y/n) sighed. He opened the messages, meaning that Keigo would get the ‘message read’ notification, but he couldn’t care less. Tossing the phone lazily on the table, he muted the messages app.

———

(Y/n) stirred in his sleep when he heard tapping on his bedroom window. (Y/n) opened his sticky eyes, barely open enough to see a blurry red object tapping against the glass frame. Eventually, the object halted, gave up, and swooped down and out of sight. He shrugged.

Just as he closed his eyes, more pelting came from the window, this time louder and heavier. (Y/n) snapped his eyes open, flinging himself out of bed, and getting ready to activate his quirk.

He visibly relaxed when he saw the huge red wings tapping outside the window, with a certain hero crouching down, looking at him sheepishly and trying to pick open the window lock. The man waved with an embarrassed smile, his feathers following suit.

“Keigo Takami. What the fuck are you doing in my house.”

The man, Keigo Takami, chuckled awkwardly while (y/n) undid the clasps on his window. He stepped back, allowing him to worm his way in through the small window.

Keigo paused, half way squeezed in with his wings stuck in the cramped window frame. He was stuck. “Y...you need to buy a bigger window-“

“Are you dumb?” (Y/n) chuckled, the sight of Pro Hero Hawks, man who could pull absolute pussy, bent over his bedroom window, stuck with his wings awkwardly fluttering in place. “Just, I don’t know, send your feathers off until they’re small enough to fit you in.”

Keigo had a wave of realization. This man had no braincells whatsoever. “...oh, haha, you’re so smart~”

One by one, feathers jutted out from his back, each floating either inside (Y/n’s) room or outside the window. Once all of them were off, and his back were relatively empty, he tumbled ever-so-gracefully inside the room. He stood up, his wings rebuilding themselves in seconds, and did an awful curtsy.

“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all day to take care of my sick patrol partner who do happens to be my boyfriend,”

“Speaking of patrol -what happened to patrol? A-and the dude you should be patrolling with? You should be out by n-“

A sharp, piercing pain shot through (Y/n’s) head. Now that the adrenaline from Hawks pounding on his window was subsiding, he seemed to remember how much his head was hurting.

He fumbled down, catching himself on the foot of his bed while Keigo lurched forward. “You good?” He mumbled, taking off his black wool glove.

He rested the back of his palm on (Y/n’s) forehead, before signing uncontently and replacing his hand with his lips. Even if he was burning up, (Y/n) froze.

After a while, Keigo drew his head back. “You’re burning up...”

Silence. Hawks awkwardly chuckled and played it off by running his hand through his hair.

“Lips are more sensitive than hands are-so I was just...you need to get to bed!” Keigo quickly stood up, gently ushering the sick hero to his bed. Pulling up the thick-set covers, Keigo hazily tosses his jacket to the corner and discarded his other glove.

“Try and get some rest. Did that dude’s quirk from yesterday do this?” He got a nod in response. “Alright. I’m gonna go change and get you some shit.”

With that and a warm smile, Keigo disappeared through the bedroom door. (Y/n) followed him with his eyes, right before he was out of sight, then let his eyes droop close.

———

“Pssst.”

A finger poked at (Y/n’s) cheek. He grumbled, furrowing his brows and keeping his eyes screwed shut. He heard a sigh from somewhere above him.

Something feathery tickled him from underneath his nose. He scrunched his nose up, expecting the odd feeling to go away, before feeling a sneeze build up. The watery feeling course through his nose before his head shot up every-so-slightly to let out a weak “Achoo!”

Keigo snickered. (Y/n) finally opened his eyes. Keigo was sitting beside him, now in casual clothes, holding a convince store bag and a red feather. The feather flew out of his hand and stuck itself on his back.

“Sorry I was out for so long. You didn’t have jack shit in your house, so I bought some medicine and takeout since I know you won’t eat soup and I can’t cook.”

It was true. The only thing Pro Hero Hawks is allowed to do is heat up a hotdog, and even then he might break the microwave. And (Y/n) won’t eat soup he made if his life depended on it. If he can’t even turn on the stove, what makes you think that he’d drink a whole bowl of soup made by him and not die?

“Whad’ja get?” (Y/n’s) voice came out more gravely and deep than he expected. Under different circumstances, that would’ve been kinda hot. Keigo pulled out things one by one from the bag.

“Ok so, I got painkillers, a cooling pack, a heating pad just in case your stomach starts hurting, a thermometer, and I found these cool matching red bird keychains and I bought them on impulse. One for you and one for me~ I also bought 2 beef bowls”

Keigo layed all the items down either on the bed or on the table beside it, holding up the keychains last. Shaking them around a bit, turns out there was a small bell inside both of them. (Y/n) tried, and failed, to hide his growing smile.

Keigo placed the cooling pack on (Y/n’s) previously burning forehead. The sudden coldness forced an involuntary groan from the bed sick male. He chuckled.

“Sorry. Deal with that for awhile and I’ll feed you~” Hawks saddled up in the spot next to him, holding the two plastic bowls and worming his way underneath the covers. He placed the food down on his lap and switched on the tv.

They sat in silence, the only thing being the sounds of the tv filling the room with the occasional reaction or snicker from the two. Keigo alternated between shoveling a forkful of rice and beef into his mouth, then feeding his boyfriend and carefully making sure none spilled onto his bed. The news reporter droned on onscreen, their voice being tuned out by the two hero’s.

“By the way, Keigo,” (Y/n) started, once he swallowed his food. Keigo gave a hum of acknowledgment, holding up a finger to (y/n), then to his mouth until he finished chewing. Thickly swallowing, Keigo hummed again.

“You were supposed to patrol today. With one of my sidekicks. What happened to that?”

Keigo looked at (Y/n), before looking back at the tv so causally. For a while he said nothing, until he opened his mouth.

“I ditched.”

(Y/n) made a sputtering noise. His shock turned into a long string of hacks and coughs, which Keigo waited ever-so-patiently for him to calm down from. “You ditched?! Keigo, you’re the no. 2 hero! You can’t be caught ditching!”

“Relaaaaax,” Keigo leaned farther into the bed cushions. “I told my agency and your stupid sidekick man that I was gonna check on you. It was a valid excuse.”

“Still!” (Y/n) rubbed at his temples. Hawks shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth. “You’re sitting here watching tv with me instead of working!”

“I needed a break. Plus,” Keigo held up his unfinished bowl of food defensively.

“I can’t believe you.”

“I love you too~”

(Y/n) sighed.

“I hope you get sick.” Hawks chuckled, saying something about being immune to all sicknesses.

Needless to say, (y/n) was patrolling with one of Keigos sidekicks the next day.

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[sol1loqu1st]

me: haha yes i feel ok today and not tired or in pain im gonna go to a cafe and!! order a salad and coffee!! and get school done!!

my mother, intent on sabotaging literally everything i do: Hey I Made The Food Uve Told Me 100000 Times Makes U Sick And Tired All Day (fine print: i can make u smth else if u want it but im gonna be REAL annoyed about it) For Breakfast And Then For Lunch We’re Having Smth That Makes U Tired And Depressed So U Have No Excuse To Buy Food Out And Also U Cant Drive Anymore Because Ur Sick And Tired

[starglow-xx]

owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 3)

platonic! yosano akiko x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff but trigger warning!! there may be a sensitive topic for others

*getting grabbed and pulled to an alleyway! alcohol mentioned!*

please remember that yokohama isn’t the friendliest place, especially at night.

previous: part 2 : their beloved president

author’s note: same ages as last time!! (so that means everyone is one year younger than canon; that makes yosano 24)

this one is actually pretty long :0

i got info abt her likes on her wiki page (careful! there’s spoilers!)

and yosano is a queen and no one can tell me otherwise

the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

going grocery shopping was an okay chore in your opinion

it honestly depended on your mood or whatever kind of shit happens when you go shopping

cause like something always, always happens whenever you go do groceries

sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and sometimes it’s just plain weird

one time some weirdo proposed to you in the middle of the store asking for a double suicide

he was good looking you’d admit but it’s not like you’d ever see him again

or so you thought

a n y w a y s

every so often, you’d run out of real person food in your apartment

you mostly survive off all of the leftover bakery treats and ingredients—which works out pretty well actually—but bakery supplies unfortunately also run out quite often

and also unfortunately, one time when both fukuzawa & ranpo took a visit to Sakura’s, fukuzawa argued that “no you can’t live off sweets for the rest of your life”

ranpo was scandalized and scrambled to cover your ears

you guys were at it for a while

in the end you sided with fukuzawa causing ranpo to go off about “betrayal from the people he cared most abt” or smth like that

you guys were okay again after bribing him with sweets :)

for bakery supplies you usually have them delivered bc you order them in large quantities bc ahaha no way were you gonna carry like 15-20 50 pound bags of flour no way

when days like those happen, you close up the bakery early so you aren’t walking home when it’s too dark

you scheduled it to happen every first saturday of the month

on those saturdays, you close at 5 instead of at 8

currently, you were at the grocery store looking for basic cooking ingredients such as proteins, vegetables, fruits, and most importantly, snacks

ranpo’s been rubbing off on you

the sun was starting to set and you were walking home with your two bags of groceries when shit went down

tbh you were kinda expecting it cause your grocery run was peaceful for once

but what you weren’t expecting was a wack-a-do to appear out of goddamn nowhere right when you were opening the side door to get to the staircase up to your apartment

like honestly

let a woman do her own thing

the man who grabbed you tried to covered your mouth so you couldn’t scream but you didn’t exactly make it easy for him

you kicked and thrashed around even using the grocery bags—that were somehow still in your hand—as a weapon and the man struggled but he was still bigger than you and was able to bring you to a nearby alley

he reeked of alcohol and you spotted a wedding band on his left hand

not that you cared about the detail in the moment

you kicked him in the groin and in response he let you go only to fall on broken glass that was in the alley way

using the wall to help yourself up, you grabbed a nearby wooden stick and struck him right on his back

your attacker fell and you immediately turned on your heels to escape only to fall back down on the hard cold ground once again

you lift your face up and look back to see the man holding onto your ankle

grabbing a shard of glass—cutting yourself in the process— you begin to swing it at him only for him to easily grip your wrist and stop you

you get ready try and kick him in the groin again but you’re interrupted as your attacker gets sucker punched and flies to wall

you look up to see your savior and you’re blessed to see a beautiful woman, probably not that much older than you are—she’s probably around ranpo’s age— donning a white long sleeve button up, a matching black necktie, knee length skirt, and gloves, along with tights, red heels, and a pretty butterfly clip in her short black hair

but what you really notice is her eyes

ranpo’s eyes were pretty but you like hers just a bit more

you’ve always liked the color magenta

the pretty lady holds out her hand and you take it graciously and thank her as she helps you up

as that’s happening, your attacker gets himself onto his feet and his groan catches both of your attention

he struggles to stand and the pretty lady simples saunters over to him and delivers an uppercut knocking him out cold

you’re stunned and you breathe out a “thank you” making her turn towards you

she notices the condition you’re in

bleeding scrapes on your hands, arms and legs, small rips in your clothes like your tights, blouse, and skirt, and the ruffled state of your hair and clothing

she asks if you live nearby and you tell her that you own the bakery that’s one or two buildings away

when you tell her that, it clicks in her mind that you must be the bakery girl ranpo’s been talking about and the friend fukuzawa was cat sitting for

it’s been abt two weeks since ranpo and fukuzawa first met you and since then, they’ve seen lucky in the office plenty and the boxes of your signature sweets even more

if those two trust you, she has no reason not to

she smiles at you, holds out her hand for you to shake, and introduces herself as the doctor of the armed detective agency

your eyes widen and you smile back at her shaking her hand

“ah! you must be yosano-sensei then! ranpo-san and fukuzawa-san have talked about you! it’s so nice to meet you! im (l/n) (y/n)!”

“they’ve talked about you too, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you (y/n)”

after that exchange she insisted on bringing you home to treat you wounds which you told her it wasn’t necessary

she gave you a pointed look and that was when you realized what state you were in

you sighed and weakly gave in to which she only grinned at

before leaving the alley she walks over to the unconscious man and pulls out his wallet for some sort of identification and home address as you try to see if there’s any groceries still salvageable

after texting the details to kunikida, yosano turns to you poking around the now ruined grocery bags

she simply rubs your back and tells you that the both of you could go buy more groceries together as she was meaning to get some anyways; she even said she’ll pay for you

you refused obviously but she, unknowingly, used the same tactic fukuzawa used with you

“so you’re saying you don’t need groceries?”

“...”

*cue an eyebrow raise from our resident queen*

“...you agency members don’t like making things easy for me huh.”

you gave in reluctantly and at this point you don’t even know why you try negotiating with them

and that’s only three of them

apparently, she was on the other side of the street on the way to buy groceries for the agency when she noticed different produce items on the other sidewalk leading to the alley and she went to check out what happened

ironically, the way to the grocery store from the agency makes you go past Sakura’s but she didn’t realize it until after the two of you had met

before you know it, the two of you are in your apartment kitchen as she cleans and patches up all of your wounds

as she does so the two of you have a little girl talk

you find it quite comforting bc since you opened up Sakura’s you haven’t really had the chance to connect to many people much less other women

you definitely see yosano as your cool, loving, badass older sister

she thinks you’re adorable and agrees with ranpo’s opinion

yup 

that’s right

the opinion that you’re like a little kid </3

you called it a betrayal and all she did was laugh at you <//3

“awhh that’s really cool yosano-sensei!—MFPH?!?”

*squishing your cheeks the same way ranpo did* “ranpo-san was right (n/n)-chan, your cheeks are squishy!”

“?!”

after that small fiasco, the two of you talked some more and bonded over your love for flowers, japanese sweets, and much more!!

you even made a date to have a girls day to go shopping and eat out!

you’re internally squealing a bit bc it’s been a while since you’ve gone shopping

yosano notices and she giggles behind her hand not saying anything bc she knows you’ll only throw a fit

the two of you came around the topic of ranpo when lucky passed by

lucky quickly warmed up to the doctor and cozied up in her lap

“i wish ranpo-san was able to meet lucky when he came by the first time, but then again, he’d probably throw a tantrum if i don’t pay attention to him for 5 seconds”

she snorted at that and like fukuzawa, she shared stories abt the slightly older male

“ranpo-san doesn’t know how to ride a train?”

“unbelievable right?”

“for someone so intelligent i expected more from him”

“i’ll be telling that to ranpo-san, (n/n)-chan”

“wha—?! yosano-sensei please don’t!”

like ranpo, she’s also a tease </3

but you love her anyway <3

eventually, she finished patching you up and promised to treat you to a new set of clothes when the two of you go out

“you don’t need to lose a good set of clothes just because of a sleazy man (n/n)-chan! you deserve better!”

you were going to argue that the rips in your clothes were fairly small and could easily be fixed—except the tights—but you stopped in your tracks when you remembered that it was practically useless to argue against an ada member

the two of you walked to the grocery store and bought both of your needed supplies—along with some extra goodies—and then she walked you back to your place bc it was already a bit dark out

but even if it wasn’t, she would walk you anyways

besides, if anything happened to you, she’s 1000% positive that ranpo and fukuzawa are gonna flip the fuck out not that she wont cause she most definitely will

speaking of which

you were drinking a bottle of water as the two of made your way back to Sakura’s when all of a sudden

“(y/n) you do realize that i have to tell shachou and ranpo-san about what happened today right?”

you choked on your water

“yosano-sensei you can’t! if you do they’ll freak! they won’t leave me alone for at least two weeks! one if im lucky!”

“exactly the point”

you just accepted your defeat already knowing that you’d lose

but maybe you can simmer down their anger towards the bastard with sweets and lucky

you arrived at Sakura’s shortly after and after bringing groceries in, you packaged a bunch of pastries leftover from today—bc you closed early—and bc you’re well aware that ranpo doesn’t share any of the sweets you send him with

you even gave yosano her own special box filled with goodies she loves, and a thermos of fukuzawa’s favorite, your special hot honey lemon tea

other than the sweets, you prepared lucky to spend the night at fukuzawa’s

you really really hoped that doing these things would make them calm down

you shivered at the thought of what their responses would be

you felt really bad for giving yosano all these things to carry and that you were keeping her very late

she assured you that she was fine and that if someone tried to mess with her she’d kick their ass

and after exchanging numbers, the magenta eyed queen bid you a good night and walked back to the agency with lucky walking by her heels

arriving back at the agency, yosano was greeted with some concerns asking if she was alright bc she came back from her grocery run pretty late

(she usually goes in the mornings but today was pretty busy so she left in the late afternoon but now it was already dark)

she waved off the concerns and plopped a couple boxes of your signature bakery boxes at ranpo’s desk, the one for her at her own, the last few boxes in the kitchen for any other agent or clerk to grab, placed the thermos on the desk fukuzawa was by, and picked up lucky and handed him to the president

the two males were pleased with what yosano had brought them, and pleased that another agency member had the chance to meet you

fukuzawa was rubbing lucky and ranpo already snacking on treats as yosano expected

but here comes the hard part

or maybe it’s gonna amusing who knows

“i met (y/n) today.”

“we could tell.”

in goes another treat in the green eyed man’s mouth

“would you like to know how?”

“you bumped into each other, had girl talk, made plans to go out, went grocery shopping, and you brought me and shachou presents.”

“great job ranpo-san, you’re almost completely correct.”

this caught the attention of basically everyone bc they knew ranpo was never “almost completely correct”

“we ended up meeting bc she got attacked on her way home from grocery shopping, i treated her wounds, then we had girl talk and did all the other stuff”

ranpo and fukuzawa froze right in their tracks

“i sent all the info of the bastard to kunikida”

“kunikida.”

“yes shachou”

“find out everything about that man and bring it to me and ranpo”

“...yes shachou”

“and yosano”

“yes?”

“text (y/n) and tell her that her cat, tea, and pastries aren’t going to work as a bribe”

just as you finished taking a shower you sneezed

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