#some fluff for youuuuuuuu

[gomzdrawfr]

Retired life

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello! I was wondering (totally okay if not) if I could request a quackity x reader where there playing minwcraft or smth with a few other people and its just like moments of them annoying eachother (as a way of love if that makes sense)

Thank you 💜💜

AH YES OF COURSEEE!! ; did my best w this one, had to quote a lot of vines for this bc I'm not naturally funny and it made sense in a way

QUACKITY ; vinecraft

summary ; annoying each other while playing minecraft with some friends

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 711

masterlist

You and Alex were playing on a Minecraft survival world with Bad and Niki. It wasn't a role-play SMP or anything, just a simple survival world with the Better Minecraft mod.

"Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla!"

y/u/n was shot by a skeleton

"Y/n did you just willingly give yourself up to those skeletons?" Quackity laughs

"in my defense, they all have chainmail and gold armour, and I have an unbreaking one iron sword and a dream"

"Language! Stop talking about that!" Bad yells

"Yeah, stop talking about pussies, Quackity!"

"Y/n!" Bad and Quackity both exclaim in different tones while Niki laughs

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FORRRR?" Quackity yells, referring to the Vine as he almost breaks his voice a bit

"I'm waiting for those creepers to kill you," you answer, clicking your mouse to swing your hand as to point behind his character

"OH MY GOD NO-"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"MY SHIT! Y/N, NIKI, GET IT PLEASE, I HAD AN AWESOME DIAMOND HELMET"

"It's Wednesday my dudes-"

"Shut the fuck up I'm fighting a warden, I can't do this right now, Alex!"

"I wanted to be a cowboyyyy baybyyyy" quackity speaks with a shit southern accent

"please stop fucking quoting that" you snicker, "I'm on the edge of this fuckin thing, if I fall I'll die and lose the teleporting thing and your shit"

"No off topic questions. because I don't want to. no. no. you've been stopped"

"PLEASE, I JUST WANNA MAKE THE PENIS, STOP DESTROYING IT Y/N/N"

quackity keeps trying to shoot you off the ledge of the mountain where you were trying to build the base on the side of

"I said whoever keeps shooting me, your moms a hoe!"

"language!"

"you're a hoe, motherfucker!"

"quackity, watch out!"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"AGAIN!?"

yknow that vine of that kid playing simple piano notes and the other kid getting down to it? that's like the halftime show of the stream

quackitys playing guitar and you're busting it down in game next to niki who can't stop laughing, and bad is totally silent because of all the foul language

I mean the song slapped

then quackity got absolutely sniped by a skeleton while he was on two hearts

"What the fuck is up Kyle? no, what did you say? what the fuck, dude? step the fuck up kyle!"

quackity gets all up close with the mic to literally inhale it, "y/n i love you but my names not Kyle"

"WHATRE THOSE???"

"They are my crocs."

"Actually why do you own crocs? red flag, we're breaking up and I'm dating niki now"

"You move on quickly" quackity mumbles and rolls his eyes

nicki smiles before speaking, "because I'm better than you, quackity"

"Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does"

"Y/n you've spent 85% of this stream quoting Vines"

"Yeah I know, it's because I hate you"

"Wait what?"

when quackity brings up how he lived in the southern hemisphere and talks about living in Mexico, he pauses to breathe and you take the opportunity while you have it

"country boy I love youuuuuuuu. ah"

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"BAHAHHAH"

"I can't be here anymore"

we've all seen the "Hey ron" "Hey billy" meme I think

you'll break into the base through the ceiling to get back in because you're working on a tunnel trailing through the inside of the cliff up to the top as the entrance

"Hey quackity" you say as you land next to quackity trying to sort through chests

"Hey y/n"

you scream as quackity sits down with some pizza in the middle of stream

he screams, "stop, you almost made me drop my pizza!"

yk that meme w the kid w the broomstick doing some anime pose battle shit? here's that one

you'll be swinging your sword around and spamming emotes "don't fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side! AHHHH"

"who gave you the right to speak? You're on trial for breaking Bad's space bar!" Quackity exclaims

"I got it working again!!"

"let's do the fork in the garbage disposal!"

cue spamming emotes and lagging your games til they crash 💀💀💀

"love yourself! accept yourself!"

you became a positivity priest while quackity became a drug dealer

really splitting this world into two sides now LMFAO

[haunted-headset]

link

coming back from a lovejoy gig with wilbur and dealing with him and his drunkenness (engrish)

🍷 Drunk boy Wilbur headcanons 🍷

summary: the ask, but heavily influenced by this video

tags: @zuuriell @vopixx @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot@wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@crows-death@aresriiots@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@shazbaz58-blog@wifiatthetrainstation@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz @o-kye @stars-around-scars-collective(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged or if i accidentally tagged you twice)

contains: drunk Wilbur, a little cussing, kissing, & fluff

a/n: this video is my new religion

When he had finished the gig, he immediately swept you up in his arms, engulfing you in his sweaty embrace, & covering your face with kisses.

Soon afterward, you & the rest of the band went to a local pub to get some drinks.

You didn't drink much, but with Wilbur, it was a different story.

He'd gotten into a drinking competition with Joe to see how many shots the other one could down. Wilbur had won by drinking 5 or 6 shots. & by God was he drunk.

"I have a burger & a coke," Wilbur says with a smile, slurring his words slightly. "You sure do, love," You sigh with a smile.

he'd be such an affectionate drunk

"I loveeeee youuuuuuuu" "I know, Wilbur, I love you too. You've told me fifteen times tonight." "Can we get marrieeeeed?" "Eventually, love." "Hey. Hey hey hey hey hey hey" "Yes Wil?" "I love you lotssssssssssssssssss"

He kept swaying back & forth as you two walked

"We're walking on a street in Dublin & I'm Dublin my pleasure with every step!" "...oh dear God."

When you two got back to the hotel room, he's gone as soon as you begin to cuddle him.

he'd probably rest his head on your belly & wrap his arms around your waist

[drama--universe]

Real

Requested by anonymous: Heyyyy, I don't really know when this is going to get to you, but I have been reading your prince of tennis imagines and they were really really good, so I was wondering if you could maybe write one on ji jingwu, I don't really have a plot but something fluff. Thank youuuuuuuu❤️❤️

Pairing: Ji Jingwu x reader

Word Count: 1.4k words

Not just anyone could catch Jingwu's eye, they had to be an exceptional person. Which was why many believed him to have an interest in Si-Yang, since he was one of the people that Jingwu actually seemed to like. That was a whole fan club on it's own, one that Jingwu wished he could just disband and he had tried to no avail. But unlike what most people believed or the ridiculous standards they had invented for Jingwu's "ideal type", the person he actually liked was just a normal person. Not an tennis prodigy, not someone you'd only see on tv and certainly not the number one student. Just a person.

And that person was you.

You didn't really get how you ender up with a boyfriend like Jingwu, nor did you get why he ever approached you. You knew well enough that Jingwu had a lot of people that wanted to date him, you even remembered when that female makeup youtuber approached him after school and you just as well remember the look on her face after being harshly rejected. Although you felt bad for her, she clearly had never been rejected before, you were also just glad as Jingwu walked your way. You also didn't miss the fact that he suddenly threw his arm around your shoulder unlike usual where he remained a small distance from you.

At the end of the day, you didn't cared about how it all happened and you rather just care for your relationship itself. Why? Because Jingwu is quite a character.

On one hand, he was kind and thoughtful. He took you on plenty of dates, some of them more for your sake then for his, and his gifts never stopped. On the other hand, he was completely oblivious and didn't really realize when he was being a bit insensitive. He was usually uncaring to others, especially to his teammates, so that tended to also apply to you without him realizing. Then again, you kinda knew that he was like that when you started to date him. Then again, he was more affectionate then people often believed. He walked you to school, even though you lived thirty minutes from him and then thirty minutes from school which meant he had to leave an hour earlier than he would usually have to do, and he also held your hand all the way to your classroom. When school was finished, you'd make your way to the training grounds where you waited for him to finish his hourly training before he walked you back home. During lunch, he'd sit with you (accompanied by Chonghong), and made sure you ate well before bidding you goodbye at the end with a kiss on your forehead. If he doesn't or can't do one of those things, you'd find a note in your locker along with a small gift and he'd make sure that he could make it up to you.

Today was one of those days, he had no school today thanks to the tournament that would take place later today. Although it was technically after school hours, he would be practicing the rest of the day due to the school's request. The small paper roses in your locker were already enough, but the fact that they were little notes when you opened them was even more special in a way. You didn't want to think of how long it took for the handful of notes to be made, just the fact that he did it was enough. So you read every single one, careful to not rip the paper as you opened it before storing them in your little box of notes. It started at a joke, but Jingwu took it as some kind of challenge to fill the box up. He was almost finished, only a few more notes and it would be full. After reading all of them, you quickly packed up before continuing your school day like any other.

"Do you think Jingwu will win?" Someone passed by you, but you were aware that the question was not directed at you. Nonetheless, you shook your head softly as some kind of response, not that the two giggling girls noticed. You pulled your bag out of your locker, filling it with the necessary stuff before slamming your locker shut again as you felt a presence beside you along with soft whispers.

"Couldn't wait until I came, huh?" You turned your head to look at your boyfriend, who rolled his eyes at your statement before grabbing your bag from your hands and slinging it over his shoulder. You knew you wouldn't win against him, so you didn't argue and just took ahold of his hand with a bright smile.

"Let's go then, you can't be late!" "They won't mind." He responded and you gave a quick nudge in between his ribs, claiming that it was rude for him to do so. He didn't care much for punctuation when it came to meeting his opponents, but you were and often had to drag him there so he was on time. He already had a bad reputation with his competitors, he really didn't need to add anymore to that. You parted ways at the stands, you moved to the front row while Jingwu moved to the field while actively ignoring the fact that his team seemed more excited than him to see you. The match started and you cheered for every single player before pausing as Jingwu stood up for his match. You didn't cheer, unlike most of the stands, and instead you just remained quiet. He needed to concentrate and you knew he couldn't do that with the loud cheers from behind, but he quickly shushed everyone with a raise of his hand. He turned his head to face you and you gave him a thumbs up, which he returned with a smirk before focusing on his opponent. You knew the outcome, his opponent was a second year student that was clearly nervous like it was his first match. It didn't seem un-logical, there were no third years present even though you knew their used to be before. That and the fact that he missed the first 2 serves without even having time to move. Jingwu was not going easy, but then again he never did that. It only took 15 minutes for Jingwu to win, his opponent was on the ground while panting loudly. Jingwu didn't care, turning around and facing you again.

"Shake his hand." You mouthed and although your boyfriend seemed displeased by the suggestion, he followed your request as he walked to the net and held out his hand. When done, he marched to the side and took the towel from Chonghong before sitting down.

"(Y/n)!" A happy voice sounded from beside you and you gave a smile to Song Ci as he stepped closer.

"Thank you for talking captain out of letting me play~" He yawned loudly as he leaned on your shoulder, hugging your arm softly and you scoffed.

"Well, you might not be so lucky as you think." He looked back up, eyes filled with worry before looking at Jingwu, who was glaring daggers at the man beside you.

"You have extra training next week... Extra 2 hours every day." You patted his back as you grabbed your bag again, giving Song Ci an innocent smile before walking off. You didn't have to wait long by the exit for Jingwu to arrive, he never took long after the results were announced and he always found you without needing directions. His arm was quick to snake around your waist, leading you away from the group before you could even congratulate them for their win.

"The bus stop is that way." You commented, but Jingwu didn't listen as he sat down on a bench and pulling you down to sit next to him. When you did, his head dropped on your shoulder as he sighed.

"You did good, well done." You petted his head and Jingwu sighed again, pushing his head closer to you and settling in the crook of your neck. You remained quiet as your hand tugged at his hair, listening to his breathing.

Although he was a difficult character most of the time, these were the moments that you realized who Jingwu really was. And you were honored that he showed this side of him so easily to you.

[sweet-honey-tears]

Hiiii, I hope you're feeling well! I have been craving some Hitoshi Shinsou fluff recently; however, I was hoping it could be cute with cuddling and kisses, sweet little "I love you's". It would mean a lot if you were able to write it (Plz do not write if you feel pressured or too busy :0) Thank youuuuuuuu!!!

Can I just- intensely hug you. You are to sweet and im going to scream. I LOVE writing for Shinso. My sweet sleepy boy🥰

And I would love to write! My semesters actually ending so in theory, I’ll have time! Omg maybe I’ll do a blanket fort kinda thing or returning from a mission.

Thank you so much for the idea and request! I’ll tag you when it’s produced!

[melodygatesauthor]

for the fruit emoji asks (hope it's cool to do send more than one at a time 😜):

🍓🍊🍏

thank youuuuuuuu ❤️

Yay! Alright here we go:

🍓 What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated?

That's a good question and I'm not really sure. My favorites that I've written are Just You (Kylo Ren X Reader)(non-con story read at own risk), and The Recruit and the Hunter (Kapkan X Reader). I love them both for very different reasons, and they seem to be doing well enough in their respective fandoms so I don't know that they're underrated, but they hold a special place in my heart and I love to see them thrive.

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

Jake Lockley is a big one. When I made my February Fluff and Fuck challenge I didn't add him in there because I didn't know anything about him, now I wished I had added him. Thatcher from Rainbow Six Siege is another one I'll be writing about before long, and our baby Benny Miller I hope to give some attention to in the near future.

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

All the FUCKING TIME.

I use ... sometimes too much for dramatic effect.

"Cunt clamping down in waves" when describing an orgasm. Best way for me to describe it but I use it a lot.

Those brows be furrowed constantly, you know what I mean?

That man...yeah that one right there...he's shooting hot white ropes when he comes.

My bigger blorbos are BIG and I mention it frequently...broad shouldered, tall, looming, big hands, strong arms e.t.c.

Oh, and I almost ALWAYS have something happening while people are talking. Like it can't just be:

"Hello." He said.

"Hi." She said.

It has to be:

"Hello." He said, walking over toward her.

"Hi." She said back, clasping her hands together nervously.

[lamentingwclf]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

— BASICS! ♡

NAME: Mor, Wolf

PRONOUNS: she/her

ZODIAC SIGN: sagittarius

TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken

— THREE FACTS! ♡

the first character i ever wrote here was neville longbottom

i have an OCD with starbursts and chewing that means i have to eat my favorite flavors on the right, and my least on the left, but it make my brain happy that they are evenly dispersed

coyotes tip toe

— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: tumblr & disco

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: memes are usually the best way to start a thread with me because approaching someone with a plot idea makes me feel massively annoying - and i'm scared to share ideas after a few bad experiences with controlling partners. then winging it from there to build chemistry, then plotting. but i have a wide variety of interests and i'll pretty much write any au/crossover/etc

— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: broody boys - but i have written females

MULTI OR SINGLE MUSE: single, but sometimes people just move in and stick like a briar bush

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): I got some preferences, but i'm not sharing because i won't dissuade anyone from approaching me with the fc and having them grow on me - because it's happened.

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: i have difficulties with fluff. i'll write it shortly here or there, but eventually my character will throw a wrench in there like a woman who just asked their man if they would still love them if they were a worm.

ANGST: ALWAYS.

SMUT: I don't have a whole lot of experience writing smut, but it isn't that i'm opposed. i believe it has a time and place in every relationship - but i could take it or leave it.

Tagged by: @fasciinating

Tagging: baby - youuuuuuuu! you got what i nEeeEeed

[astrolatrism]

CIGARETTES OUT THE WINDOW. — 𝐣. 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞

social media au - crack fic - fluff - SERIES

#vol. I = you should’ve just stayed in bed

editors note: I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THE SOCIAL MEDIA PART SO THATS WHY ITS DIFFERENT IM SORRY 😭💀

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒 onto the side table next to the door as you drag yourself to the couch and plop down, getting comfy. As you snuggle against the comforting couch, you pull out your phone to look through instagram and check on what your friends have been doing.

With your name, you could go anywhere right now. With anyone you wanted. You could get into any club. Hell, you could even buy the club. But you found the comfort of your own apartment in L.A. more comforting than that knowledge.

bzzz. bzzz. bzzz. oh crap. who’s calling now?

you pick up the phone as you begrudgingly get up from you comfy spot to go to the kitchen.

“dude! where are youuu?!!”

it was your cousin, flint, you could practically hear the alcohol in his voice.

“huh?”

“where. are. youuuuuuuu??”

“home, why? i just got here.” you say as you lean against the counter, continuing to scroll through social media.

“no no no, you’re supposed to be here!! remember your lil’ party????!!!”

you immediately go to his instagram profile and see he’s already posted some drunk selfies at the bar.

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notflint_ pathetic but aesthetic 🥴🫶🏼

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That’s right. One of your movies did surprisingly well in the box office and your cousin thought that it called for a celebration. He told you earlier this week that he already had the bar rented out but some assholes rented it too, meaning you have to share it with some strangers. But it’s whatever, in his words.

“rightt. sorry. uhm..”

“no you can’t skip on this.”

“okay fine. i’ll be there in like 30-ish minutes?”

“as long as you’re heerreee!!”

And with that you hung up and re-considered your life decisions as it took you 15 minutes to get up. You grabbed your keys again with a sigh and closed your door.

When you got to the bar you really contemplated leaving as you couldn’t take your hands off the wheel and eyes off the neon signs decorating the windows of the bar. You could always say there was an emergency.. You reached for your phone to message your cousin,

“Hey!”

“OH MY GOD”

Your cousin threw his head back in laughter as you had to restrain yourself from hitting him.

“You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you!! Cmon, there’s people waiting for you!”

He opened the door to your car and dragged you out. the whole walk across the parking lot was just you trying to get him to release you but you knew your inevitable doom of having to say hi to multiple people and actually socialize.

“Everyone! hereeeessss (name)!”

You wave an awkward hi to the crowd in front of you with a sheepish smile. Almost instantly, everyone cheered. And then again almost instantly everyone went back to what they were doing. Except for a few people who came up to congratulate you.

Your cousin let you go from under his arm to go do his own thing. You didn’t know where to go from there so you just went to the nearest seat and

Someone tapped your shoulder. “Hey!” Oh no..

You turn around just to find out it was your other cousin, Angela. “Oh hey Angela. Nice to see you again.” you greet her with a smile. “Hey (name)!” she responds with the same smile. “So i see Flint has already traded you in for some drinks?” she asks with a smirk. You didn’t even have to respond to get her an answer. A quick shake of the head and a chuckle did it. She was called over by some other friends that were invited and that left you alone once again.

You go back to your phone, opening up instagram and refreshing your page. And on great timing, you saw Angela’s new post.

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ayo.its.angela unforgettable nights <3

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You look up to see Flint coming up to you. “(nameeeee) come meet my new friends!!” he managed to slur out as he tugged on your arm. You looked around to try and find Angela for help, but Flint was already pulling you out of your chair.

Flint dragged you all the way across the bar and around some corners all against your will until you finally managed to wriggle yourself out of his grip.

��Dude i don’t even know these people!”

“Oh no, Actually, you kinda do.!” he said between giggles.

“What?”

“Remember those dicks who rented out the other half of the bar??”

“yeah..?”

“Turns out they’re not such dicks after all!”

This time he motioned for you to follow him and you willingly followed. He brought you to one of the farther corners, where the pool table was. His presence caught the attention of one of the guys there. He turned around with a smile that meant nothing other than trouble on his face.

“Hey dude! Thought we lost you!” he had a surprisingly rasp voice.

Flint turned to you, “(name), let me introduce you to my good friend,”

He put a hand on the guys shoulder, “Steve-O!”

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

just wanted to say that Harrowing Childhood just.... broke my heart. its horrifying and I might have had a strong wish to strangle one mother. its been a long time since a fanfic made me feel such intense emotions - its sk well written and so so painful and thank you for writing it, and for making arthur so gentle and caring when it mattered the most

(Referencing This Fic)

Thank youuuuuuuu!! And same, I'm gonna need some Hunith fluff after this to make me feel better, and that's coming next in part 6 of Control!!!

We all love caring!Arthur, it's basically a requirement for being in the fandom😅

[jikookao3recs]

Hi! ☺️ Do you by any chance know any short comforting fics, with fluff, domestic Jikook?. Just something cute 💕 thank youuuuuuuu

hii, here's some short and fluffy fics 💜💜

Lucky by Chimchimery

Push-up (push me down) by mintsugakookies

these things take forever (i especially am slow) by bookworm1805

laughs and kisses by NaHe

puppy. by naturallyvante

[kpop-cakepops]

What if you take wonwoo to a cafe date, they are eating and drinking when he decided to confess to his bff...maybe for the snuggle donation series 🤭

I looooove youuuuuuuu for this!! Also, not gonna lie, I thought you were telling me to ask actual real life Wonwoo out for coffee 💀 like how the hELL would I do tHAT?!

Anyhow!!!! I wasn't able to make this a part of the Snuggle donation series, BUT that's probably cause your prompt actually reminded me of my very first Wonwoo story (Sunny days and Books) and I decided to give Wonwoo's POV of the day he realized he loved reader! SORRY IF IT WASNT WHAT YOU ASKED FOR BUT I CANT LET THIS IDEA GO!

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1,349

Sunny Days and Books: The Day He Fell In Love.// Jeon WonwooxFem!Reader

The day he admitted to himself that he fell in love hadn't seemed too special. You had asked him to meet you at the same coffee shop you two had met for the first time on that one rainy day that seemed so long ago. The special occasion? You had been craving coffee.

Wonwoo would typically tell you to make yourself a cup of coffee at home, however, after not seeing you for two weeks because of your exams and study groups, Wonwoo was forced to be transparent, at least with himself... he had missed you. He didn't know when or why, but you'd become important enough to him that he missed you when you were gone for too long.

"Hey there stranger." Your tired voice had brought a smile to Wonwoo's face, one that disappeared when he realized you weren't alone.

"Hey, you" Wonwoo greeted, but his cat eyes were trained on the man standing next to you, looking at him with the exact same curious and almost defensive gaze.

"Oh, this is Joshua. He's my senior and is working in campus as a teacher's aid. He was helping me study just a while ago, so I'm buying him coffee. Josh, this is Wonwoo he's my best friend."

It was odd how your introduction seemed to cause Joshua to let out a small breath of relief, but seemed to make Wonwoo tense up. "Have you ordered?" you asked.

"Yes. I ordered for the two of us, I didn't know we'd have a third joining" Wonwoo told you ignoring the way Joshua scoffed under his breath. Wonwoo knew he was being rude, but there was something inside that was just not allowing him to act rationally.

"I should've let you know, I'm sorry Wonwoo. Josh, I'll go get you a drink, is there anything specific you like?" you asked.

Joshua smiled at you sweetly, his big eyes turning into what Wonwoo could only describe as the most disgustingly cute crescents. Something he would never be able to compare to because cute wasn't exactly a word people used to describe him. "I'll have an iced Americano, thank you."

"Of course! I'll be right back!" you quipped making your way over to the register to order Joshua's drink leaving the two men alone.

"Wonwoo, right?" Asked Joshua forcing a smile at the taller man. Wonwoo, as usual, remained stoic and nodded his head. "So how long have you two known each other?" He asked.

Wonwoo's eyes met Joshua's and he smiled dryly, "about a year, we actually met at this shop. Has she told you about it?"

Joshua chuckled softly, "not at all. She doesn't really talk about you, today's the first time I hear of you actually"

Wonwoo's face faltered slightly. How was it possible that you didn't talk about him at school? You obviously weren't obligated to, but he talked about you all the time. So much that his colleagues asked about you from time to time... so how was it possible that you didn't? "Well, that's funny... I had never heard of you either" he tried retaliating.

"We just met... that's probably why"

"Hey!" Your voice interrupted whatever conversation the two had been having. "Here's your drink!"

"Thank you"

Wonwoo was really starting to hate the man in front of him. He knew it was unreasonable, Joshua hadn't exactly done anything to him personally, but there was a raging discomfort within Wonwoo that made him feel restless. A discomfort that urged him to grab your hand and tug you to sit beside him rather than next to Joshua.

"How've you been? Miss me too much?" You asked. Wonwoo smiled in your direction and nodded.

"I thought you weren't ever going to be done with exams." He told you.

"I'm sorry, I'd been meaning to call you or at least text you to let you know I'm alive, but I've been so tired." You let your head fall on his shoulder for a brief moment and smiled over at Joshua. "If it weren't for Josh, I really don't know what I would've done this exam season"

Joshua awkwardly cleared his throat. "It's the least I can do as your senior."

"Thank you seriously, I would've asked this one to help me but he's too busy being an intern" you teased.

Joshua watched the both of you closely, and you could sense what was going on inside his head. You had noticed it a few days back, the way he stole glances at you every few moments, how he always offered to help you first. You appreciated, the sentiment, but you knew it wasn't just a Senior Junior relationship he was looking for and you weren't heartless enough to tell him you liked someone else already. Someone you'd come to trust with your life in just a year.

"You guys seem awfully close, you sure you're not more than friends?" You could tell Joshua was trying to play it off in a joking manner, but you could also sense the underlying disappointment in his voice.

"Of course we're more than friends" Wonwoo blurted sending your tummy into a spiral.

"Right..." Joshua mumbled looking down at his coffee. "Listen, thank you for the coffee, but I've gotta get back to campus, I promised professor Lee I'd be there for his next lecture."

"Oh okay, that's fine. Thank you for everything, Josh. You're a really good person." You told him as you extended your hand out to him. His eyes dropped to your hand before taking it with a soft defeated smile. "Thank you. You're a really good person yourself. You be careful and let me know if you need help again, I'm always a phonecall away"

Wonwoo scoffed under his breath as he stared out the large window.

"It was nice meeting you, Wonwoo" Joshua added dryly.

"Same here" answered your best friend but he was too busy staring at nothing outside to even acknowledge the leaving man.

Once Joshua left you let out a breath. "Was that not the most uncomfortable situation you've ever been in?" You asked.

"If he made you feel uncomfortable why would you bring him along with you?" Retorted Wonwoo, his dark eyes still set on the street outside.

"Well because... he's a nice guy."

"You realize he wanted more from you than he let on, right?" He asked trying his very hardest to sound nonchalant.

"I know, I just didn't have the heart to tell him I'm not into him... that's why I asked you here" you admitted shyly.

"Me? Why me?" He asked.

"Well because... you're the closest thing I have to boyfriend. You're like my human guardian angel. So I thought I could just bring you here to intimidate him" you were so embarrassed by what you had just told him but there really hadn't been any other reason. "Plus... you were the one that told me that no matter what, I should always come to you if I had a problem"

Wonwoo smiled warmly at you, his large hand reach out to ruffle your hair. "Since when do you listen to me?" He asked.

You rested your head in his shoulder again taking the chance to close your eyes. "Some guy I know once told me that 'Comfort comes in all shapes and sizes and I’m glad you’ve chosen this mere case of a human to trust in' and I trust you."

Wonwoo sighed and let his head fall on yours. It was inevitable for him. He had spent every moment, from the first time you met to that very moment in time, trying to deny the way you made this very unknown protective instinct take over him. "Good... you should trust me. I'm always on your side." He told you.

It was useless, though, because he, the man who refused to believe in love at first sight. The man that swore depended on his intellect rather than his feelings, yes, Jeon Wonwoo himself.... hated the thought of another man by your side. Yes, Jeon Wonwoo was undeniably in love with you.

[himbo-only-zone]

sayaka maizono fluff alphabet please?

sayaka maizono || fluff alphabet

requested by: @drink-the-fanfic-juice !

You ... you made me fall in love with sayaka maizono??? But seriously, I had a lot of fun!! Most of these are super domestic, that's just the kinda vibe I got from her to be honest.

- Mod Anna

a. attractive. what does she find attractive about you? she is a very cliche lovey dovey person, so of course she loves your eyes. they draw her in, and she loves them dearly. they're filled with so much love that she can barely contain her giggles.

b. baby. would she want a family? yes, she would! she'd love to see a bunch of mini you'd running around, singing and having mini concerts. she would love it so much.

c. cuddle. how does she cuddle? she loves nuzzling into your neck or shoulder. she just wants to be as close to you as possible. legs are wrapped around you, so are her arms. she just needs your affection.

d. dates. what are dates with her like? you two stay at home because of paparazzi. but that doesn't stop you from having fun, though! you two usually make dinner together, because she loves to cook and bake. it ends with flour everywhere and a goofy smile on both of your faces.

e. everything. what are you to her? (ex. you are my _____) you're her home. being a large face in the public eye is terrifying, it's like she has no where to go and be herself. with you, she can relax and be human. not some robot that everyone idolizes. she's home with you.

f. feelings. when did she know she was in love? she got home and texted if she could come over. she was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. the world was getting to her, she had no privacy. when she drove to your place, the paparazzi found her. you threw your jacket over her head to hide her and took her hand, guiding her to your place. you showed her such kindness and generosity. you weren't like everyone else.

g. gentle. is she gentle with you? very. she's extremely gentle, not wanting to hurt you. when cuddling or holding her hand, she attempts to hold her weight off of you or not grip too tight. she's just watching out for you.

h. hands. how does she like to hold hands? she likes the class hand holding, fingers interlocked, all that. it makes her feel safe and secure. she doesn't like it in public, because people will attack that, but she loves holding your hand while doing anything around the house.

i. impression. what was her first impression of you? she didn't think much of it. she is usually stand-offish with her feelings at first with everyone. she doesn't want people to use her for her popularity and talent. she did notice how nice and genuine you seemed to be, however.

j. jealousy. how often does she get jealous? not often. she's worrying about how people perceive herself rather than you. people are flirting with her more, and worrying about her more. if there are people that flirt with you, she will feel a bit jealous, but play it off. when you get home, you notice what's wrong, and she tells you that she's upset about it.

k. kiss. how does she kiss? who initiated the first kiss? she usually pecks your cheek. they're short and sweet, but they get her message across. you initiated it, she was talking about something she was passionate about, and you found her too cute. you kissed her in the middle of her sentence. she was so flustered.

l. love. who says "i love you" first? you did. she has trust issues, not really wanting to open herself up unless she knows for sure that you're sincere. you needed to prove that. you held her hands and said it, and she just melted.

m. memory. what's her favorite memory with you? you were laying on the couch, watching a movie, and you pulled her into your lap. you kissed all over her face. "i love youuuuuuuu ...” you trailed off. she couldn't stop giggling at your adorableness.

n. nickel. how much does she spend on you? a ton! she buys you a ton of gifts and fancy clothing. she does have a lot of money, and she loves showing you affection in every way possible! so of course that means gifts!

o. orange. what color reminds her of you? yellow. it's such a warm color, yet so bright. it's the feelings she feels when she's with you. so warm and calm yet so excited. it's lovely.

p. pet names. what pet names does she use? she commonly uses baby and darling. if it's a dire moment, she might use dear, but she sticks to the classics. she also uses babe sometimes, but that's if she's just getting your attention.

q. quaint. what's her favorite non-modern thing? she loves leaving notes around the house for you. some little hearts on a piece of paper on the counter could be left for you one day, a message on the mirror the next. just cute things.

r. rainy day. what does she do with you on a rainy day? she likes to go to the window and watch the rain slide down the window. she likes holding your hand and just staring at the rain. a child-like wonder.

s. sad. how does she cheer you up? she sits down beside you and talks out your issues with you. if you'd rather not talk about it, she'll hold out her arms and hold you. soft cuddles with her being the big spoon for once.

t. talking. what does she like to talk about? lighter and happier things. such as this stupid fan saying something crazy to her, or this cute cat meme she saw on twitter. she tries to forget about the struggles for a little while.

u. unencumbered. what makes her relax? just being with you, to be honest. she just wants to be held. that's all she could ever want in the world. she needs your affection to truly feel calm and at peace.

v. vaunt. does she show you off? no, she has to deal with paparazzi, and she doesn't want you to have to do the same. she keeps you our of the public eye. she doesn't want you to face the ignorance of everyone.

w. wedding. when, how, and where do YOU propose? changed this one, you would definitely propose. the best way to do it is when you're at home. she doesn't like big and dramatic gestures, she wants something sweet. hug her from behind and open your palm with the ring in it. whisper in her ear. "sayaka, will you marry me?” she'll turn around and hug you, crying lightly into your shoulder.

x. xylophone. what song reminds her of you? what's your theme song? teenage dream by katy perry reminds her of you. lover by taylor swift is your theme song.

y. yes. does she think about proposing to and marrying you? she thinks about marrying you a lot of the time! she'd rather you propose, but if you won't, she definitely will!

z. zebra. if she was able to get a pet, what would she get? she would love to get a rabbit. like one that'll just sit in her lap for a while and just vibe. she thinks it's adorable.

[ikeromantic]

A Kasugayama Christmas Carol

I think this is what happens when you’re playing ikesen on your phone and watching A Christmas Carol. I have no other excuse. This bit of holiday fluff is 3700 words (yes. omg)

Starring: 

Kenshin Uesugi as The Scrooge

MC as ‘the assistant’ or Cratchit

Shingen Takeda as Tiny ‘Tim’

Yukimura Saneda as Nephew ‘Fred’

and Sasuke as all Ghosts 

Kenshin did not like celebrations. They were a waste of time. Efforts could be better spent on war: preparing for war, training for battle, making swords and armor, building walls . . . And yet, every year in the dead of winter his assistant always wanted to celebrate. “It’s a holiday,” she would whine and ask for time off. Try to decorate. Make fancy food. What a waste.

This year, he decided it was enough. This year, no one would have a good time. Scrooge them, he thought. So he was ready when the girl from the future waltzed into his office, hands full of ribbons and origami stars. 

“You will get those out of my sight,” Kenshin ordered. His mismatched eyes were small and cold, and very cruel.

His assistant winced. “But Kenshin - can’t we have just a little celebration? I’ll even bring you some pickled plums and special sake.”

She was good, he thought. Tempting him like this. “That sounds - wait, no! You get back to your desk and work on those intelligence reports. I want to know who we’re fighting in the spring. How many warriors I’ll need to muster. How many swords . . .” Just thinking about the coming battles made him feel a little better.

It didn’t seem to make the girl any happier, but Kenshin didn’t feel at all responsible for her joy. She could cheer up and do her work, or do her work with a frown. 

Her head dropped, the smile falling from her face. The expression of pure disappointment almost made Kenshin change his mind - afterall, would it hurt so much to have a bit of cheer in the castle? But no. He was a man that never lost a battle. Not even a battle of wills.

It was well after dark when the girl stuck her head into his office again. “K-Kenshin? Sir?”

He looked up from his battle diagrams. “Yes?”

“C-could I go home now? It’s a holiday and - and my friends are waiting for me. I was supposed to get off work two hours ago but I was trying to finish everything first. I-It’s just too much for one day. Sir.” The words tumbled out of her mouth in a flood. 

“You can leave when you’re done.” Kenshin bent back down over his own work, annoyed at the disruption. 

He heard the girl slide the ricepane panel shut, her tread slow as she returned to her desk. “I pay her too much,” he muttered. “Such defiance. Deserves nothing.” But as he thought it, he remembered he didn’t actually pay her at all. She’d been a chatelaine for his enemies - he captured her, brought her back and, well, she had to have something to keep her busy. So all in all, hiring her was a pretty good investment.

Midnight neared and it was only then that the girl wearily stood, stretched her arms and back, and then trudged toward Kenshin’s office. This time she didn’t even open the door. “I finished,” she told him. Her voice was low and weary. Exhausted. 

“Then I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow to start on the next batch!”

“Lord Kenshin . . . please . . . could I have tomorrow off to spend with my friends? I - I mentioned it’s a holiday?” Her pleading took on a desperate note. 

“I suppose you’ll be spending it with those other poor fools. Tiny Shingen and my nephew Yuki. Wasting a whole day to make merry!”

She squeaked something that sounded like a yes. 

Kenshin frowned. This wasn’t what he liked hearing. Normally, her voice was sweet. He liked to hear it call out to him through the day, masking irritants like chirping crickets or squawking birds. She knew his tastes very well . . . “Gah, fine! Take the day off! But it’s coming out of your salary.”

“My Lord, you don’t pay me. So . . . I guess I’ll see you the day after tomorrow?” 

“I said so, didn’t I?” He tapped his fingers on the desk in annoyance. He’d like to give her one last, good glare before she took off but the door was shut. 

“Th-thank you, my lord! Have a h-happy holiday!” Her rapid footsteps, almost skipping across the boards gave the lie to her earlier exhaustion.

“I should work her harder,” Kenshin muttered. “Then she wouldn’t have time to make friends besides me. I mean - that she would miss because she’s busy working. I don’t have friends.” 

The lonely warlord eventually put his own work away and settled down for a nightcap. Warm sake and some pickled plums. Then he went to his room, dressed for bed, and lay down. Usually, he’d fall asleep as soon as his head met the mat, but tonight he just couldn’t seem to get settled. 

Wind made the branches outside creak, and the window panes rattled. Eventually though, his eyes drifted shut. Welcoming darkness. Dreams he would not remember come morning. Or so he thought.

Ghost of Sasuke

No sooner had Kenshin began to drift into dreamland than he was woken by the clanking of heavy chains and a grumbly voice. 

“Keeeenshiiiiiiin,” the disembodied voice groaned. And the clanking grew louder and closer.

The warlord’s eyes went wide and he stood, grabbing his beloved sword Himetsuru Ichimonji. “Who’s there,” he shouted, swinging the blade in a wide arc.

“It’s me. Sasuke. Don’t you remember me, Kenshin?”

And then in the darkness, a face materialized. Glasses, fluffy brown hair, and a pale green neck scarf.

“What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so pale? And your skin . . .” Sasuke’s skin gave off a pale glow. Kenshin pointed the tip of his sword at the ninja.

“I died, Kenshin! Because of youuuuuuuu . . .” The Sasuke-ghost wailed, and his hands shot out of the darkness to grab at Kenshin’s nightrobe. 

The warlord scrambled back, away from the spirit. “No! That’s not possible. I think I’d remember if you died.”

“Your training . . . killed me,” the Sasuke-ghost whispered.

Kenshin shook his head. He had trained Sasuke hard - hard enough to turn him into one of the best ninja in a generation. But he hadn’t killed him. Had he?

The ghost came closer, chains clanking. “Now, because of you, I am bound for eternity to suffer. Because I went along with all your violent schemes. I enjoyed war too . . . and now I will pay for it. Forever!” 

“I don’t believe a word,” Kenshin growled. “You’re not really here. This is just a bit of undigested plum. An upset stomach from a bad batch of sake. Spirits aren’t real. And my ninja isn’t dead!”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not.” The spirit drew back into the darkness, disappearing from sight. “I only came to warn you, Kenshin. Tonight, you will be visited by three ghosts. The completely original and definitely not trademarked Ghost of Holidays Past, Present, and Future. You must listen to them. Or else.”

Kenshin laughed coldly. “I am not afraid of you, spirit. Or these . . . not . . . trademarked . . . ghosts. Let them come!”

There was no answer. 

The warlord waited, crouched and tense. Nothing else happened. Tired and even more annoyed, he went back to bed. “Have to stop eating pickled plums so late at night,” he murmured. Then rolled over and tried to get back to sleep.

Ghost of Holidays Past

His eyes barely shut when a strange laugh startled him awake again. 

“Ho ho ho,” the laughter boomed, and a finger tapped Kenshin on the shoulder.

The warlord leapt up and started to reach for his sword, but the absurd sight in front of him stopped him in his tracks. A face that seemed old and young all at once, with a beam of light pointed up from its head. He thought for a moment that it was Sasuke again - the thing had glasses on, just like the ninja, but this spirit wore a strange gown and wide, dangerous smile. 

“Who - what are you?” Kenshin inched away from the thing, beginning to feel a bit nervous.

“Didn’t I - I mean, Sasuke, warn you I was coming? I am the Ghost of Holidays Past, Kenshin. And I have come to show you things you’ve forgotten.”

The warlord got to his feet. “I haven’t forgotten anything. So you can leave. I am tired and I want to go to bed now.”

“Oh, I think not Uesugi. You are coming with me.” And the spirit grabbed his hand. The thing’s skin was cold and clammy, like holding to a fish. It led Kenshin out of his room and into a bright-lit hallway. There, people were wasting time and making merry. There were bunnies with colorful ribbons on their necks, and a girl . . .

Kenshin gasped. For a moment she looked like his assistant - the Oda captive and timetraveler. But then he realized it was Isehime. And the boy beside her - was him? It was hard to tell. The face was young and he couldn’t make out the eyes but . . . the boy was wearing his clothes and playing with Isehime and the rabbits. They were laughing together. 

“Do you remember now? The joyful times you had before?”

Kenshin blinked. He absolutely was not crying. It was just dust and the bright light. Yes. He scrubbed a hand over his face and turned to the spirit. “I don’t want to see this anymore. I’m going to bed.”

The Sasuke-similar Ghost of Holidays Past nodded. “I can’t force you to watch. But I think perhaps I’ve jogged a memory loose.” He let go of the warlord’s hand.

Kenshin stumbled back to his room and slid the door shut. What an awful vision that had been! His memories of Isehime came rushing back - all of the good times they had before cruelty and politics ended their youth. Had it been worth it to waste all that time in fun? He shook his head. No. No. That was for children too foolish to know better.

“Enough, spirits,” he growled as he got back into his futon. “I don’t want you showing me anything else.”

Ghost of Holidays Present

Kenshin’s order barely left his lips before another spirit arrived. Just like the last one, it wore glasses too. But this one had a big, bushy beard and a round belly.

“Ho ho ho! I am the Ghost of Holidays Present, here to show you what you’re missing!” The spirit stopped speaking for a moment to adjust his beard. It was slipping sideways as he spoke. “We have a journey tonight, Uesugi. Now come on!” The ghost leapt onto the window sill and held his hand out.

“This is foolish,” Kenshin grumbled. But he stood up and took the spirit’s hand anyway. “You aren’t going to show me anymore visions of . . . her - of Isehime - are you?”

“No. That was past. This is present. You see, the time-differential really isn’t that complex when you take into account the potential for flexion in dimensional space as relates to - ah - I mean, ho ho ho! Let’s uh, go!” The ghost grabbed the offered hand and pulled Kenshin out the window.

“Are you sure you aren’t my ninja?” Kenshin asked, eyeing the spirit as it led him through Kasugayama.

“Who me? No! I’m just your friendly neighborhood ghost.” He poked his round belly. “Your ninja isn’t fat like I am right?” He *carefully* tugged his beard. “And he doesn’t have a beard, right?”

“That is true,” Kenshin agreed. “Just when you were talking. It sounded like the nonsense he says sometimes.

“It’s not nonsense,” the ghost began, but stopped to point. Ahead, there was an open window. Warm lantern-light spilled out onto the snowy ground. Inside, Kenshin could see his assistant. Only . . . she was beautiful. Her hair was down and she was smiling so brightly it made his heart clench in his chest. 

“What - what is this? What are you showing me, spirit?”

“Kenshin, this is the holiday-that-is. Watch.” The ghost let go of his hand.

A figure came up behind the girl, a large man with light brown hair and grey eyes. Kenshin remembered him - a former warrior everyone called Tiny Shingen - a joke, as he was not at all small. He was smiling too. Kenshin’s assistant turned around to look at him and Shingen lifted her up, starting to spin her around. But he stopped, pain twisting his smile into a pained grimace. He began to cough and grabbed at his chest.

“Oh, Shingen. I’m so sorry. If only I had more . . . firewood, yes, firewood to ah, to keep our little home warm. Then you wouldn’t cough so!” She went to a small stove and picked up a kettle to pour Tiny Shingen a cup of tea. 

Another man entered the room - one Kenshin knew all to well. His always cheerful nephew Yuki. He was Kenshin’s last living relative, but honestly, the warlord couldn’t stand him. He was always giving away things and being . . . kind. Not the type of behaviour a war-focused warrior ought to be engaging in. Seeing him here made Kenshin think the boy had too much free time on his hands. He ought to make him train more. Maybe send him out scouting . . .

The girl gave Yuki a hug and he squeezed her tight. The sight sent a dangerous current through Kenshin. No one ought to be touching her like that. So intimately. She was his captive! His assistant! But . . . she looked so pleased. Had she ever smiled at Kenshin that way?

The three of them huddled around the small stove for warmth. But they all looked so happy. Chatting and laughing. As if even this meager life was worth living. 

Kenshin couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed from joy or pleasure. Or hugged. He wondered if he still knew how. He tried out a ‘happy’ laugh. It sounded like a dry cough. Worse than Tiny Shingen.

“Um, what was that?” The ghost gave him a side-eyed glance.

“Nothing.”

“Ah, right then. I think that’s enough. Let’s go back to your room.” The spirit turned to go.

Kenshin grabbed his sleeve. “Wait! Tell me, spirit. Is this really happening? Or is it just a vision, like what I saw from my past?”

The ghost nodded. “It is really happening. Right now. These people are celebrating and joyful, just to be together. Even though you’ve denied them so much . . .”

Kenshin nodded slowly. Perhaps . . . war wasn’t the only thing. He could try to relax. Just on holidays. Maybe pay his assistant. Or. Give her a hug. He smiled at the thought. It might even be pleasant. 

When he got to his window, he stopped and asked the ghost. “Is there one more of these visits tonight? I - I think I’d like to see more of my assistant.” He wasn’t sure why he felt hesitant to ask, but these sights stirred something uncomfortable in him.

“There will be one more visit, Kenshin Uesugi. One more spirit. The Ghost of Holidays Future.” And then in a sudden poof of smoke, the Ghost of Holidays Present was gone.

Kenshin climbed back into his room through the window and sat down on his futon to wait. He was almost excited. 

Ghost of Holidays Yet To Come

Kenshin did not have long to wait. There was a rustling outside his window. When he turned his head to look, all he could see was darkness.

“Come, Kenshin Uesugi. I have things to show you.” The voice came out of the darkness, echoing and cold. Nothing like the previous ghosts of the night.

Still, Kenshin really wanted to see more of his assistant. What she would be doing the next year, for example. Perhaps this ghost could show him a future where Kenshin and the girl played with ribboned rabbits and hugged each other. 

He stepped out into the darkness. In it, he could just make out a form. Heavy robes covered the body, and over the face, a mask. Horned, with bulging eyes and sharp fangs. Like a shinigami, he thought. But he was Kenshin, God of War. Demons did not scare him.

The ghost said nothing, only turned and began to walk.

“Should I follow? Where are we going?” Kenshin hurried after the spirit.

There was no reply. But soon, it became apparent where they were headed. Out of the darkness, a crowd of stone monuments and the gentle slopes of ancient kofun. 

Kenshin stopped. “Wait, spirit. Why are we going to visit graves? Aren’t you supposed to show me holidays?”

The ghost turned and from the depths of its sleeves rose a bony hand, fingers curled in a universal come-hither gesture. 

Feeling unnerved, and wishing he’d brought his sword, Kenshin continued on. Into the dark graveyard. The figure stopped before a fresh dug grave, the marker laying on it’s side nearby. 

The ghost took a lantern from its vest and lit it with a flick of its fingers. In that dim, flickering light, the warlord could just make out the characters carved into stone. Uesugi Kenshin. 

“What? No! I am the undefeated God of War. Nothing can kill me. I should know. I’ve tried.” He put a hand to his mouth surprised by the honesty this spirit coaxed from him. He looked up at it. “What - what is it that kills me? Poison? An assassin? Sickness?”

“Bitterness,” rasped the cold voice. And it gestured to several fresh graves nearby. On them, Kenshin could make out the names of his assistant, and her friends. His nephew Yuki. Tiny Shingen. And Sasuke. 

“Then. This is all my fault?” He knew he’d caused countless deaths on his many campaigns. Soldiers that came to his banner, and numberless enemies. But this was different. If the spirit was right, they would die because of the flaw in his soul - not from some hostile force. 

He swallowed, feeling again the hot sting of unshed tears. “Why do you show me this? Do you think I can change? I have reasons! I have lost . . . so much. If I open my heart again, then what?”

The spirit gestured with a bony finger back toward Kasugayama. There, silhouetted against the city’s lanterns, the form of a girl. His lovely assistant. Could things be different between them? Could he learn to be more than her captor and taskmaster? Kenshin wasn’t sure, but he decided in that moment to try. He was, afterall, the undefeated God of War. It would be ironic if he was his own undoing.

“I think I understand,” he said wearily. “I want to change. I do. I don’t know how but . . . I will try.”

“And you will have help,” the ghost said quietly, in a voice so like Sasuke that it made Kenshin look twice. It laid a hand on the warlord’s shoulder. “Now go home and sleep. Dawn comes.”

Kenshin obeyed. He felt bone-tired, his chest hollow with regret. 

Holiday Epilogue

The morning dawned bright and early. Kenshin woke to the song of birds, and the bustle of the castle. He felt energized. Purposeful. He got up and put on his best clothes, then began summoning servants. There were so many things to get done! Food, wine, music - and decorations! Yes! 

His vassals clearly thought he’d lost his mind, but they knew better than to disobey. His years of harshness served him well in organizing a feast - and not just for his vassals. For the whole town. He wanted everyone to celebrate with him- on this new day, where anything could happen.

When the people gathered and began filling their plates, a gentle sweet voice spoke up behind him.

“Kenshin. Did you really set all this up?” 

The warlord turned, and there she stood. The captured Oda princess, his assistant - no, if he was honest, his slave. But no more. He knelt and took her hand. “I am so sorry for all I have put you through. Today - today is the first step in making it up to you.” He turned his mismatched eyes from her hand up to her gaze. She was wide-eyed, cheeks pink. “Can you forgive me,” he asked.

“I already did,” she smiled. And there it was. That brilliant warmth that made his heart pound. 

“You are too good for this world,” he sighed. “I want you to know - if you want to leave, you can. But if you stay . . . if you stay, I’d like to treat you like a princess. An Uesugi princess.”

She pursed her lips, thinking. “I don’t want to go. I have friends here now. But, what about them? Tiny Shingen needs medical care. And Yuki - he needs etiquette lessons and some time in a hot bath -”

“What did you say, boar woman?” Yukimura shouted at them from across the courtyard, where the feast was laid out. 

Kenshin stood. “Nephew! Come here! I want to apologize.”

“No thanks! I uh, already forgive you too! But I prefer to stay out of stabby range.” Yuki chuckled as he said it, but he didn’t get any closer. 

The girl smiled and squeezed Kenshin’s hand. “It will take time to show him you changed.”

The warlord nodded. “I suppose it will. But in the meantime - I will have the best doctors look after Shingen. Is that . . . alright?”

“I’m sure Shingen will appreciate that,” she replied.

“Is that a goddess with my name on her lips,” asked Shingen as he stepped out into the courtyard. 

Kenshin felt a spike of jealousy, but he took a breath and smiled. “Please don’t flirt with my assistant. Just . . . go get some sweets and wait for the doctors to arrive.”

Shingen’s smile was wide. “I haven’t even started to flirt, Kenny. But alright. I am feeling peckish. I’ll be back later to see how my angel fares.”

Sasuke flipped down from a nearby roof to land in a one-knee crouch, superhero style right in front of his lord. “I might have a better idea for Shingen’s care my lord. If I can offer.”

“I thought you were dead. I saw your ghost.” Kenshin reached out and grabbed Sasuke’s cheek, pinching it. “You feel real enough though.”

For some reason, Shingen and the girl were laughing. Yuki was too, from his spot across the yard. 

“I assure you - I am very muth alive. Pleath let go of my cheek.”

Kenshin released his ninja. “So you are. You can tell me all about this idea later. Today, we celebrate. It is . . . a holiday.” And he smiled down at his assistant, who still held one of his hands.

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Inasa Yoarashi as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Inasa Yoarashi x F!Reader

Summary: the title

Warnings: cuddly, tame Inasa, fluff, mild swearing

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that’s how I want him to slide into my dm’s

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First of all, Inasa is pretty dang tall! 6’2.8” to be exact! You’re so sweet and tiny compared to him.

Plus he’s very muscular and broad-shouldered.

BEEF 😏😏

Look at that thicc neck

UGH

Since Shiketsu doesn’t allow dating, your relationship was kept a secret… or at least you tried to keep it a secret

It took Camie a few seconds to figure it out. When she asked you about it, you begged her not to tell anyone

Despite her airheadedness, the girl can keep a secret as long as you’re good friends

Inasa would be a sweet boyfriend; very attentive and always trying to make you smile and he’s very passionate (if you couldn’t tell) and would do just about anything for you

He’d be a little shy at the beginning of the relationship, especially when it comes to kisses, cuddling, and other normal relationship things

But when he does get comfortable, he can read you like a book

Inasa seems loud and obnoxious, but he’s actually oddly polite and speaks very formally to others

“Todoroki! I’ll see you at the special course, but here’s the thing; honestly nothing’s changed! I still don’t like you! SORRY! That’s all for now!”

Inasa enjoys everything, claiming there is almost nothing he dislikes, although you are his favorite thing in the whole world

When focused, Inasa is really quiet and serious

A strategic and intense young lad

Inasa is a very good dancer for some reason

Probably has a huge collection of hats

One of his favorite things to do is relax with a good book with you snoozing at his size, arms wrapped around one of his thicc ones

THICC

Inasa Yoarashi = if a puppy was turned into a human being; happy, energetic, hyperactive, cuddly, loud, need I say more?

He’ll talk for hours about nothing, cradling your head in his lap

It might seem creepy, but Inasa enjoys looking at you; appreciating the edge of your jaw, the color and shine of your hair, the natural curve of your hips in your hero costume, your pearly smile, the plush of your thighs, your perfect nose, and the twinkle in your eye

You’re just… so pretty, he can’t keep his eyes away!

Although, if you tell him to stop, he will to the best of his ability

Seeks your praise

Inasa is a bit of a klutz, so don’t let your hyperactive mans in the kitchen

To him, you weigh nothing. Inasa can simply throw you over his shoulder, scoop you into his arms, let you sit on his shoulders, etc and this boy wouldn’t bat an eye

You are his top priority next to becoming a hero

The two of you have to do a lot of sneaking around since you’re technically not allowed to be dating, so Inasa takes you to the back of pitch-black theaters where no one can see you kissing, quaint shops and cafe’s where you can’t be seen holding hands, and locked in one of your rooms cuddling and/or doing homework where no one can see

Don’t get him wrong, Inasa isn’t trying to hide you, no fucking way. In reality, he wants everyone to know about how pretty his girlfriend is and how much he loves her, but dumb school rules keep him quiet

Those sharp black eyes can pierce the very fabric of your soul

His voice tho… (in dub of course) Matt Shipman really knows what he’s doing🥵🥵

If you’re a sweet, quiet little thing, Inasa is mellow and soft, still very energetic and talkative, but his inner softboi comes out so as not to scare you away

Loves you verbally;

“I LOVE YOU Y/N!”

“N-Nasa! Ssssh! Keep it down! I love you too, but if you’re so loud, we’ll get in trouble!”

“Oh, my bad. *whispers* I love youuuuuuuu.”

And physically;

“Inasa… can’t… breathe-”

“Sorry, I just love hugging you Y/N! You’re so cute, I can’t resist sometimes!”

And mentally;

*you had a dream about your affectionate boyfriend hugging the shit out of you and peppering your face with kisses, cuddling in his lap against his huge, broad, muscular chest, snorting with laughter at one of his unintentional horrible puns, only to wake up and find him looking at you tenderly, head propped on one fist, one hand resting on your bare midriff with his thumb making gentle circles on your skin. He smiled at you as your eyes opened a little, pressing a kiss to your temple and whispered for you to go back to sleep; a command you gladly obeyed.*

Portable ac

You guys made a TikTok that went viral in a matter of minutes and Shiketsu made you take it down and delete your accounts the next day

You could probably fit your head into that huge glove he wears

Wait

Gimme a sec

file:///C:/Users/adrianne/Downloads/inasa.vs.doge.2.png

*pterodactyl screeching*

Little spoon Inasa? Yes please

Inasa probably talks in his sleep, chokes on his own snores, and nearly crushes you on accident when he rolls over on top of you

It doesn’t help that he sleeps like a fucking rock so your arm is gonna be asleep for awhile

[mqttsun-writes]

oh you write for BSD! Can I get some Ranpo fluff? 🥺

ofc anything for u 🥺

Edogawa Ranpo Fluff Headcanons

ranpo is honestly so soft 

he’s an extremely clingy s/o so expect a lot of whining if you’re away from him for too long

“s/oooooo where are youuuuuuuuuu”

“i missssssss youuuuuuuu”

“please bring me foooooood”

please pamper him with food and sweets bc if you do he will literally do ur bidding

the only thing that tops this is praise

especially if you praise him rarely; he’ll just drop everything to do what you ask for

“ranpo, you’re truly amazing--”

“i finISHED YOUR WORK”

he also expects a lot of cuddles and affection so please indulge him

he will literally back hug you out of nowhere

talking with atsushi? back hug

talking with kunikida? ultimate back hug

talking with yosano? slow back hug

if you’re taller than him he will do a jump version of all of these

aka he’s going to leap onto you and cling onto you like a koala

im going to stick with cuddles because this mans gives the best cuddles

he’s got you in such a warm and caring embrace, never minding being either the big or little spoon

but hes very protective of u and it shows in his actions

basically

pamper him and he’ll pamper you x10

im so sorry this is bad i dropped my calc work to write this sklfjdf

[cxstlaviee]

i follow you for koala-tee musings, your beautiful muses that you deem me worthy to write with and care for, and because you're a beautiful soul who humors me, whether it be fluffy inspo or crying about grey's ... again. #dirtymistresses4eva

*high pitched whiney voice* but baaaaaaaaaaaaabe, no youuuuuuuu. to quote some of the greatest musical minds of a generation “you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed” 

Thank you for literally ALWAYS indulging my whims and creating muses for me and Lilah??? And for the fluff and the feels and friendship. Wow. The Three F’s. And the shitposts. ALways the shit posts.  Yas Queen (With Gratitude)