#the list can go on and on and on that’s just the ones that immediately came to mind with my faves

[grandline-fics]

Hello! I just found your blog and I am reading everything that you have (while working🤐)

I have to say I am in love with your writing. You are amazing, can't put the phone down.

I would love to be in the tag list for everything that you will write in the future.

Also if you don't mind can I ask for the Promp "Conforting Kisses" where the reader had a nightmare of the getting badly hurt and they give them kisses to forget maybe?

If you can do it for Luffy, Ace and Shanks I will be thankful for ever. If you don't want to write it is okey💕

Hope you have a great day! 💕

Thank you again for writing💕💖

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Comforting Kisses

WARNINGS:  descriptions of injury, mentions of death. slight angst. hurt to comfort

CHARACTERS: Luffy, Shanks

WORDS: 1,340

A/N: Thank you so much for your support and this request! I made a mistake and mis-read it to think you wanted the reader to do the comforting. I also only managed to get something for Luffy and Shanks for this but I hope this is still to your liking and you enjoy how it turned out.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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LUFFY

He was so much stronger than he had been when you first met and joined him on the crew. Luffy had spent two years under Rayleigh’s instruction to ensure he’d never lose anyone else close to him again. So now why was he staring in horror, completely helpless and unable to intervene as you were overwhelmed by multiple heavy hitting opponents he’d defeated in the past. Each one got hit after hit on you, ignoring Luffy’s yells for them to leave you alone. As strong as a fighter as you were normally you were no match against these monsters striking all at once. You didn’t even seem to notice Luffy as he screamed and struggled to get to you. The Captain could only watch as your attackers fell back into shadows while you fell to your knees as a wave of Magellan’s poison and Akainu’s magma came crashing over you.

Luffy awoke with a shuddering gasp, limbs locked tightly and body trembling as the cold sweat broke over his skin. With every rapid breath he took, the images he’d just detached himself from flashed in his mind in the dark. Every desperate gulp of air just brought more of a panic, drawing him back to the darkest, lowest point in his life when he’d realised he was weak and couldn’t save his brother. What would he do if he lost you? Before a new panic could set in, he caught the sound of soft footsteps approaching. Immediately he was out of bed and approaching the door, opening it before you could even knock. “Oh, couldn’t sleep either Lu-”

Before you could finish your question, Luffy had his arms out like a shot and pulled you against him. Laying his head against your chest the sound of your heartbeat finally began to ground him, rooting him in reality and not the horrible nightmare that still clung to him. You’d initially tensed at the hug Luffy drew you into, not because of it being unexpected-it wasn’t given how affectionate he was with everyone-but because of how timid he seemed. This wasn’t a usual Luffy hug, filled with warmth and happiness. As you wrapped your arms around his shoulders you could feel the tremor in his frame and took note of how every so often his arms would try to pull you closer. Angling one hand you settled your finger’s against the back of his head, moving in gentle motions to help him relax from whatever nightmare he’d clearly had. 

Lightly you pressed a kiss against the top of Luffy’s head, a small smile tugging at your lips when Luffy slowly lifted his head to meet your gaze. It was reassuring to see he seemed more himself albeit still a little shaken. “Can you do that again? Felt nice.”

“Sure.” Leaning forward you pressed a longer but just as gentle kiss against his forehead, your smile growing to hear and feel Luffy’s body relax from the comforting action. You pulled back to watch him carefully. “Ready to go back to bed? I can stay with you if it helps.”

Unsurprisingly Luffy’s gaze hardened at the suggestion. He was tired, he wasn’t going to lie but at the same time he hesitated. The last thing he wanted was to have that nightmare all over against your offer of staying helped him greatly. 

Together you moved back into Luffy’s room and lay down in the bed. Taking naps with Luffy was never anything new but since starting a relationship with him this was the first time you were going to spend the night in his bed. As much as you didn't like the circumstances that led to this but you couldn’t deny how right it felt to lie in Luffy’s arms, pressing comforting kisses against his head as he fell asleep to keep his nightmares away. 

SHANKS

Shanks knew this image well. Loguetown’s town square filled to the brim of people, their heads turned towards the towering execution block and awaiting the procession to appear on the top podium. Overhead thick grey clouds quickly swept in and darkened the clear morning, rain falling heavily as the winds began to shriek. Shanks lifted his arm to shield his eyes, his gaze firmly on the Marines who appeared. Your name was shouted out for the audience to hear and immediately Shanks’ body froze when the two Marines stepped aside and you were roughly shoved onto your knees. 

Your body looked so frail and small on top of the execution block. Even from where he stood he could see the bruises and cuts against your body as you knelt, hands held firmly by the heavy iron shackles and chains. Shanks quickly began to push through the crowd, trying to get to you but for every person he moved out of his way more replaced them. No, this couldn’t be happening. While the two Marines drew their weapons in preparation of what was to come, another stepped forward to begin calling out the charges. 

“You have been found guilty for aiding and abetting, harbouring, and consorting with known Pirate Emperor Red Hair Shanks on multiple accounts spanning years. For this clear defection of the World Government’s rule and repeated alliance with dangerous criminals we can only treat you as a pirate and deem only one punishment is suitable; death.” Over the pelting rain and thunder, Shank’s yell for you was swallowed and you defeatedly hung your head. Your eyes slid closed as you waiting the swinging of the blades, arcing straight for you. 

Shanks woke sharply, a deep pit of ice twisting painfully in his stomach as his heart thundered loudly in his ears. It was so incredibly rare for Shanks to feel powerless or weak, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a nightmare and any that came to mind paled in comparison to what he’d just seen. He’d never allow any harm to come to you, in all the years he’d known you and loved you he’d made sure the Marines and any pirate rivals he had knew nothing about you. Glancing down he saw you sleeping peacefully against his chest. Logic told him you were fine, you were safe. He could feel your warmth and feel your soft breath against his skin but still it couldn’t replace the images of your beaten body about to be put to death. 

Knowing it was irrational and stupid, he couldn’t help himself. Lightly he spoke your name and gently shook your shoulder. Immediately you stirred, a hum of sleep thickened confusion breaking from your lips. Shifting so you were on your stomach you blinked through the haze and looked to Shanks in sleepy concern, knowing he’d never wake you unless it was necessary. “Shanks? What’s wrong?”

“Sorry love, really I am.” Shanks explained softly, letting his fingers gently move in soothing patterns against your skin. Seeing you awake and hearing your voice already doing wonders to dispel the hurt his subconsciousness had created. “Had a bad nightmare. Just needed you.”

Immediately your gaze sharpened enough and you nodded in understanding. It wasn’t often but anytime you had a nightmare and Shanks was there he’d wake and be there with you until you’d calmed. Now it was your turn. 

Slowly you pulled yourself up and inched closer. With a feather-light touch you pushed the stray strands of red hair from his face before caressing his jaw. Leaning in you pressed sweet, caring kisses against his face. You started at his eyes, paying close attention to his scars before moving to his temple, then the bridge of his nose, his cheeks before finally settling your lips against Shanks’ pulling him into a deep, tender kiss, clearing the remnants of his nightmare away. Breaking apart you lay your forehead against Shanks’, smiling when he lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing your wrist, a clear sign he was becoming more like his usual self. “When the crew and I leave this time, you want to come with me?”

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[kooggukk]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 BEYOND THE JOB // JJK

daddy jungkook (literally)

; babysitting the cutest angel on earth is the perfect job. (except when her father is fucking hot and wants all of you)

+ comment if u wnna be added to the taglist

— 1/??

“seriously though, you have to fuckin’ quit that job already.”

Sasha, who happens to be your best friend ever since you started working at the local elementary school, just lectured you again. she was already teaching there when you arrived, you spent your lunch breaks with her and even be each other’s substitute sometimes.

surprisingly, she quit a few months after that. you stayed close though. at first, she was dying to know the drama happening among the teaching staff, but as shit kept going down which included you and the principal, all you ever hear from her is that you need to quit.

it wasn’t a huge surprise to her when you first told her your boss, aka the school’s principal, asked you out. it was weird, but everyone knew he was.. a little desperate. he had asked most of the female teachers out, some who agreed could only say bad things about the experience.

you declined his offer politely, explaining that you don’t want your personal life to mix with your job. it was awkward after that, but turns out he seems to be the dumbest person on earth. he asked you out two weeks after that, again.

still to this day, he keeps asking you out over and over and you keep rejecting him over and over again. sure, he got a lil’ crush on you, sweet, right? fuck no. he’s a pervert, doesn’t know what personal space is.

“but i need the money. i don’t know where else i could get such good salary.” you told her, for the nth time.

“be a stripper,” Sasha casually said, sipping on her diet coke while your eyes widened.

“don’t say nonsense, dafuq..” you both shared a giggle, but you definitely won’t put that job idea on the bottom of your list. maybe in the middle, or top 5. if you really can’t find a good place, then gotta be top 3.

“you could be one until you save enough money, then look for a less crazy one.”

“there’s never enough money, sasha.” you sighed, fuck inflation. when you grew up and finished studying, you realized the hardest part of being an adult was money. it’s crazy how difficult it is to make a living.

“if you don’t give in your quitting notice tomorrow, i’m gonna do it for you instead.” she narrowed her eyes at you.

“i don’t want to make a decision too quick. not until i know i can find another job.”

“quit.”

“no.”

“quit.”

“no.”

“quit.”

…

“okay.”

she squealed in her chair, gaining some attention on the two of you.

“if you dare to lie to me right now, i’m gonna make you eat your own shit.”

you kicked her under the table, sending her a glare. “behave, bitch.”

┈ ⪩⪨   ┈

“oh, __! what brings you here today?” your boss, sehun immediately stood up from his chair, ready to greet you with a hug.

panicking, you reached your hand out with a paper, catching his attention. “this is..?”

“my resignation notice, sir.”

“your what?”

he took the paper from your grip, examining it carefully. his eyebrows fell together, eyes scanning every single word.

he backed up, resting on the edge of his table. he looked at the paper again, rereading the first sentence.

‘Kindly accept this letter as my formal resignation…’

“are you sure, __?” he asked, putting the paper on his table. he crossed his arms, frustration written on his face.

you fixed your hair, giving him a firm nod. “yeah, i’ve been thinking of it for a while now.”

“i’m glad i could be a part of this amazing team, but i just feel like,” you struggled to find the words, obviously you didn’t want to tell in his face.

‘aye bruh, stop bein’ a pervert and you might stop losing your workers’

“look, teaching isn’t my thing. and i feel horrible to find that out so late.”

“well, if your passion for teaching ever comes back, you’re more than welcomed here.”

“thank you,” you smiled, because even though he’s the most annoying person you’ve ever met, your co-workers have always been kind to you.

the children also love you, and you’re extremely thankful for all the support and love you got from everyone.

during the usual lunch break, you co-workers heard the news too. they all wished you the best with a hug, some getting emotional too.

officially, this was your last week working at the school.

when you got home, sasha sent you a link to an advertisement.

‘looking for a nanny’

you laughed, dialing her contact. didn’t take her long to answer, obviously. she’s always on her damn phone, even when working.

“you can’t be serious. a nanny?” you laughed, finding the idea of you with a kid ridiculous.

“have you seen the description? girl, they pay damn well!” she said, followed by her exhaling.

“didn’t you say you’re gonna stop smoking?”

“i stopped. for three hours.”

you shook your head, putting her on speaker as you clicked the advertisement.

“170.000₩?” you blurted out loud, “a day?!” sasha hummed on the other side of the call.

“told ya’..”

“that’s.. nice. woah, yeah, nice.” you mumbled as you continued to read the requirements and some important details about the job.

“give it a try.” sasha said, but your eyes caught a sentence.

“they want someone with experience, as expected.” you let out a long sigh and fell back on your bed.

“you got the experience.”

“me? sasha, i never looked after a kid-“

“you work with kids. first and second graders. and they all fuckin’ love you.”

“that’s different.” you groaned.

“it’s not. a kid is a kid. 3 year olds are just as damn annoying as 7 year olds. prove me wrong..”

you laughed, she was right. they can be a huge pain in the ass, but they have the purest soul.

“true.”

“give it a try, __.” she said again, calling you by your name. oh she’s serious serious.

“yeah, i might call tomorrow then.”

“might? no, you will.” she corrected you and you rolled your eyes.

“sure.”

you called them the next day after considering it for half a day, being the typical embarrassment, you called at the wrong time.

the man was in a hurry, so you both just quickly agree on a time to meet in person. that happened to be the day after.

you looked at the address one more time after you got off the bus, realizing it was more of a wealthy neighborhood. you only had to walk about 5 minutes until you got there, hesitantly but you pressed the bell.

a tall, young man opened the door. his skin is smooth and fair, almost perfect. his hair dark, slightly wavy which was styled in a mullet cut, longer at the back.

his choice in clothes seemed to be rich, a white ribbed polo shirt with short sleeves, causing your eyes to drop to his sleeve tattoo in a second. he paired it with black tailored trousers.

“hey, you must be __?” he asked with uncertainty and you came back to life, smiling to him.

“yeah, i am.”

“great, come in.”

he stepped aside and you walked in, taking off your shoes and jacket.

the house was oddly barely decorated, not a single picture or painting on the walls, very few plants, which you’re sure are fake plants also. the house wasn’t really colorful, most of the furnitures are bright. like beige and cream white.

“would you like a drink? water, tea, soda? maybe coffee?” he suggested as he walked in front of you, leading you to the living room.

“no, thank you.” you politely refused, feeling a little.. off in such a nice home. not something you’re used to.

you sat down on the couch, carefully not to mess the neatly placed pillows behind. god you looked so uncomfortable and awkward.

“i’d like to introduce myself again, in person this time.” he spoke as he sat down on the armchair, next to the couch.

“i’m jeon jungkook, 27. i’m a dentist in the center of seoul. i’m the father of a sweet angel, nabi. she turns 5 in a few weeks, we could say she’s in her, erm,” he struggled to find an appropriate word.

“crazy phase?” you asked with a smile.

“yeah, something like that. she’s been loud lately, that’s all.” he chuckled, resting his arms on his knees.

you nodded and held your small bag tightly, “i’d like to introduce myself better too, then.”

“i’m __, 24 and i currently work at an elementary school. i handed in my resignation letter and this is my last week as a teacher, so i’m searching for a new job currently.”

you paused, hesitant what else to say.

“elementary school? so, you work with kids?”

“yes, first and second grade.”

after a few minutes of getting to know each other more, a little girl, most likely his daughter, walked down the stairs with her sleepy appearance.

“oh!” she stopped the moment she saw you, the tiredness leaving her eyes.

“nabi, c’mere.” jungkook held out his hand, “this is __. what do you say?” he asked her, holding her tiny hands.

“hello.” she greeted you and you smiled, her shyness is adorable.

“hi.”

“__ is here because she would like to look after you.” he said and she looked up to him so fast, you thought her neck would snap.

“daddy, are you leeving me?” she gasped and jungkook chuckled at her words, shaking his head.

“no, but when i’m at work, someone needs to be here and take care of you. how about __, does she seem nice? hm?”

the little girl shrugged, hugging her father’s arm. he sent her back to the bedroom, saying he would be there soon too.

“well, she’s a little shy at first but, i think she’s gonna open up fast.” he smiled and stood up, your eyes widening a bit and you stood up too.

“does that mean, i got the job?”

“see you next monday?” he asked and you almost started jumping, but you held back. instead, you gave him a huge smile and nodded.

“monday then.”

[trustmypoison]

Ateez with a low-maintenance partner who loves physical affection

Requested? Yes!

Request: ’Hiiii you've done so many SVT ones that I would love to see for ATEEZ so I'll just list a couple and feel free to do whatever you want! Thank you!!-have a partner that's is low maintenance but loves physical affection/touch’

A/N: I would LOVE to write for other groups!! Please feel free to send in other requests besides seventeen. I love them dearly, but I’ve written over 100 reactions/drabbles/mtls for them. 

A/N #2: I feel like there are a lot of different takes on what low maintenance or high maintenance is. You could define that however you want, but low-maintenance to me implies that you’re independent and take care of your own stuff, may not always care for the frills, and might even be a little bit tomboyish. 

You’d be smothered either way - Yunho, San

I think they just thrive on physical affection themselves, so they might not even realize that you thrive on it just as much. They genuinely might think you’re just playing along most of the time. The type of moments that would make it click is if you straight up ask for affection when he’s busy with something else. He could never deny you and really likes that you don’t mind how clingy he can be. 

Would worry that your affection means something is wrong - Hongjoong, Yeosang

When you ask for affection seemingly out of the blue, he’s immediately concerned that something may be wrong. He won’t really believe you when you just say you missed him, asking a few more questions. Do you feel okay? Are you upset? Does he need to fight anyone? He’ll eventually relax and enjoy your physical affection when you assure him you just like being close to him. 

Might give you a bit of a hard time about it - Wooyoung, Jongho

He’ll sort of smirk and chuckle when you start to cling to him. You’ll get comments like, ‘someone’s clingy today’, ‘are you trying to crawl into my skin?’, and ‘are you trying to smother me?’ However, the moment you act like you might pull away, he’s clinging onto you too. He loves it and he’ll tell you so. He just can’t pass up the chance to rile you up since you don’t always act like this. 

Totally melts if you ask for or give affection - Seonghwa, Mingi

He just turns to mush when you initiate physical affection. He’s not bothered by the fact that you might not always do it, but when you do, he’s going to stop everything to match your energy. He’d never say or do anything that might lead you to believe that he doesn’t like it. He might be shy sometimes about initiating it himself, but he’ll always encourage you to seek the comfort that you want or need. 

[starlighttsv]

Lego sets - Paige’s daughter

💌 Syn: paige buys lilah some gifts as a reward for getting good grades

»»— warnings: las!paige - i wrote this way before the draft lottery and was to lazy to change the team and teammates

»»— notes: finally finished bringing stuff over from wattpad!! now i just have to bring stuff from here over to wattpad 😔

»»— word count: 1.6k

»»— pair: paige x daughter!oc || lilah bueckers

Paige, Cameron, Rickea, and Rae all went to target today to get some necessities but Paige was also getting a few things for her daughter, as she had done really good on her spelling test and math test so P wanted to give Lilah a little reward. Paige and Lilah always have mama-daughter dates, and most of those date nights are exactly like this: eating take out or cooking together, baking some type of dessert (mostly already made cookie dough) and building legos while watching some game show on Netflix. It's both of their favorite things to do and they always cherish those nights as they don't get to do it a lot during the wnba season and Paige knew Lilahs gonna grow out of it eventually.

"What about Star Wars?" Rae asks holding up the gaint Darth Vader Lego set "we already did it a month ago" P says not even looking at her, focusing on the Lego boxes in front of her "okayyy what about the Eiffel Tower?" "Did it like 3 three weeks ago" "Stitch?" "A few years ago. Did it my fifth year of college." "Flowers" "have done multiple different ones" "alright we give up" Rickea says as she got tired of them all listing things off, just to immediately be shut down by Paige

Paige ignores them as they keep complaining about anything and everything, just looking at the legos trying to find some good ones, that P knows Lilah will love. That's when she sees a Moana set and a Disney Castle set, which is perfect for Lilah. Paige grabs those and put them in the cart that her and Rae are sharing, Cameron and Rickea sharing another cart.

"Finally! Can we go now?" Rae exclaims "No. I need to get a few more things. You guys can go to the front if you want, I'll meet you when I'm done." Paige says trying to make them not be annoyed anymore, as they all have been at the store for almost two hours, getting stuff they all needed or wanted in their houses. All of their feet's are starting to hurt and not mention they all have been stopped by fans like every 5 minutes.

"No, we're not gonna leave you alone when we've been stopped like 100 times already by fans. What else do you need to get? And why was it so important you get legos today?"Cameron cuts in before any of the other girls could "I need to get some cookie dough, tru fru, milk, chicken tenders, mac and cheese, carrots, mixed fruit, and a stuffed animal. And to answer your second question, Lilah got a B+ on her spelling test and a C+ on her math test, so we're gonna have a mama-daughter date night. The legos, Tru fru, and Stuffed animal are her reward and the food is her favorite meal, and we always bake something on m&d nights." Paige tells them "wait she passed? Those were the ones she was struggling with right?" Rickea asked "yeah, I was helping her study words in the locker room." Cameron cuts in before Paige can say anything "yeah she was struggling with those subjects a lot, so that's why I'm giving her a reward. She doesn't know that I know yet, as her teacher told me so it's gonna be a surprise."

"Alright so let's split up, me and cam will go get the cookie dough, milk, tru fru, and chicken tenders. You and Rae go get the stuffed animal, carrots, Mac and cheese, and mixed fruit. We can meet up at the self checkout. What kind of cookie dough and tru fru?" Rickea adds

"Chocolate chip cookie dough and for tru fru, bananas and strawberries." Paige answers making Rickea nod, and start turning around making Paige and Rae start doing the same, heading to where the stuffed animals are. "Hey Paige, wait" Rickea stops and turns around making P and Rae also do that "when you’re getting the stuffed animal, get some mini brands and lol dolls. I know Lil likes that stuff, My treat." Rickea continues "alright. Are you sure?" P asks "yep, I'm positive." Rickea says making Paige nod "ok, Thank you." Paige replies making Rickea nod and turn back around,- both groups going in different directions to get the rest of the stuff.

They all met up like planned and payed for their own stuff, Paige dropped them off at Cameron's apartment as they’re all getting ready together to go to a bar, and Paige took all her store bags home and set up what could be set up, before leaving to go pick lilah up from school. On the drive back to their home P told lilah that there was a surprise waiting for her making her get excited and start asking and guessing what it was. Obviously Paige wouldn't tell her.

When they got home Lilah was rushing Paige to unbuckle her and get her out of the car, at least Lilah still followed those rules when P knew she really wanted to just run to the house. Paige lifted her out of the car and set her on the ground "don't run yet, I need to get a few things from the car alright?" Paige asks her making Lilah immediately pout, Paige has learned to just ignored that though.

P made her way to the trunk and got her bag and lilahs school bag and then shut the trunk, lilah was still bouncing on the heels of her feet "cmon mama, I wanna see the surprise"

"Alright Alright, come here" Paige says chuckling slightly. P picks lilah up and put her on her hip and locks the car with her keys, then started making her way to the elevator to take the two of them to their apartment

Lilah is still trying to guess what it is and has listed the surprise about 4 times but P lied each time and said she was wrong. They make it to their apartment and Paige set Lilah down in front of the door, grabbed the keys out of her pocket - unlocking and opening the door for Lilah, which she immediately runs through.

She looks in the kitchen first and doesn't see anything as P put all the food away when she dropped the bags off, then she goes into the living room. Bingo!

She sees the legos, stuffed animal, lol dolls, and mini brands set up on the table, she sees the blankets and pillows that Paige brought out and put on the couch, and she sees their favorite game show "the circle" loaded up on the tv

"MAMA AND DAUGHTER DAY?!" She yells mispronouncing daughter "yep! You did so good on your math and spelling test, I figured you deserved a reward. Rickea bought you the lol dolls and mini brands though so you’ll need to thank her next time you see her. "

"I will! Thank you mama!" "Your welcome princess! But there is more, for dinner we are gonna have chicken tenders, mac and cheese, mixed fruit, and carrots. For dessert I got chocolate chip cookie dough, and another part of your reward is tru fru." She just squealed and ran up hugging Paige’s legs, P bent down a little and put one of her hands on Lilahs head and the other on her back, trying her best to hug Lilah back with the gaint height difference

"Alright babe, why don't you go get changed into your pjs and we will start dinner once you come back?" "Okay!" Lilah says and then runs off to her room

Paige goes to the kitchen and gets the chicken and mac and cheese out, filling a pot with water and turning the stove on. Once that's done P goes to her room and changes into her green plaid pj pants and a UConn zip up jacket. Walking back into the kitchen Paige sees Lilah wearing her Olaf onesie Azzi bought her so they could match, standing on her foot stool, leaning on the kitchen counter watching the water

"You ready to make dinner?" Paige asks her while walking closer and looking into the pot of water, seeing that it is boiling "yeah!" Paige opens the box of Kraft Mac and cheese and hand it to her  "dump that in the water"

After they made dinner and ate it, they put the leftovers away and got comfortable in the living room, setting blankets and pillows on the floor and making a giant bed/ pillow type thing in front of the living room table

Lilah decided she wanted to open the lol dolls and mini brands now, so while she was doing that Paige opened the Disney castle Legos and started reading the instructions

"Mama look" Lilah said excitedly making Paige look over at her and see her holding a few small food items from the mini brands "wow baby, you’re gonna have your very own pantry soon" that made Lilah giggle a little bit. Once she saw what P was doing Lilah put the other stuff away and pointed to the tv "circle?" Paige asked even though she knew what Lilah wanted, already grabbing the remote and turning on Netflix while she was nodding.

Once the shows turned on they both start working together (pretty much just Paige, while Lilah plays with the legos) to build the Disney castle. Eventually it was built and they cleaned up their mess, laying down on the couch and Lilah laying on Paige’s chest. Paige turned on a Disney movie for Lilah but she fell asleep holding onto Paige’s jacket not even 15 minutes in.

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03

[ooooo-mcyt]

Rewatching Third Life again, and does anyone ever think about how Tango and Etho really set the tone for the series from the start?

Before there was a red army, or a cactus ring, or castle walls, there was a village, and Tango and Etho came to it and decided it was theirs.

Scar, Cleo, Impulse, and Bdubs came to the village, and they were..upset. They felt slighted. Just the previous night, they'd invited Etho and Tango into their home, let them stay and rest, and now they were being treated like unwanted strangers while Etho and Tango lay out a list of what was theirs and what wasn't to be shared.

Grian came to the village, and he took pause. He makes some snide remarks- he sees where this is going, they've claimed this whole place. Nevermind that Grian came to the village before them anyways. Grian gives them villagers which they promise will be used for the community (the villagers immediately become private property and are used as currency and hoarded by individual players)

BigB and Martyn were possibly the most upset. They spawned in the village! What gives these guys the right to say it's theirs?! But Tango and Etho are the ones with the villagers, so what can you do? The "village people" later sell (a generous word, given how much they antagonized them) Martyn and Ren villagers, which is just insulting, really.

Scar burns Etho's tree. Martyn starts a raid in the village the next episode. Grian and Scar make their own monopoly. Cleo and Bdubs build walls.

Of course, the server probably would have devolved into competition anyways. Possibly just as quickly. But I think Tango and Etho's claim over the Third Life village is notable for being the first, for solidifying to everyone else just what kind of series this would have to be, and just what it would take to survive it.

[gojo-enthusiast]

Changed Man Series — Ryomen Sukuna — master list

notes: eighteen+ || short series || NSFW ||

“Shoko is needed at the Kyoto school, I am bringing in a replacement.” Yaga informed the two special grade teachers, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto.

“Someone who also uses RCT? They must be a special one.” Satoru jokes, nudging Suguru’s arm. “Behave Satoru, Shoko only dealt with your behavior due to history, don’t make me have to reprimand you.” Yaga scoffed, turning around. “Ohhhh come on, I’m only playing. Tell me, who is the special RCT user?” Gojo chuckled.

“Hello, I am y/n y/l/n. I will be your leading physician here. Please call me y/n.” You said with a perky smile. You had mid back tenth curly hair that you had pinned half of it up with a claw clip. “You aren’t from here?” Suguru half questioned. “You are correct, I am from the states, but I was raised in Tokyo as a child, when my father came here for work.” You smiled lightly, turning towards your work computer, reading over the students charts, to become familiar with what you would be working with.

“So we have Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, and Atsuya Kusakabe as the teachers here at Jujutsu High?” You questioned. “Yes, the greatest and strongest.” Satoru boasted. You nodded, not acknowledging his comment.

“Kento Nanami I see is one of the curse users who is sent out on missions… and… Ryomen Sukuna?” You questioned. “Yes, but Ryomen goes by Sukuna Itadori.” Suguru corrects. Which instantly peaked your interest immediately. “Why is that?” You ask. “He no longer is a c-“ Satoru starts before he was interrupted by a strong presence.

“I would reckon you do not speak of my choices with a mere stranger, Satoru.” The tall pink haired man said, as he walked into the clinic. “Sukunaaaaa!” Satoru cooed. “Ieiri told me to refrain from using RCT and receive it from a physician, so get goin’ Satoru.” Sukuna waved off Satoru. “What about Suguru? You only shoo me away!” He cries out dramatically. “Oh let’s go Satoru.” Suguru smiles softly, urging his best friend out of the door.

“Good morning Itadori-San, what can I do for you today?” You question. “Sukuna.” He plainly says, extending his arm that a huge gash came to view. “Oh dear. How did this happen?” You questioned, placing your hands on the wound. “Not sure, just happened. So you the new Doc here?” He questioned. “I am.”

Sukuna stayed in the clinic for a few minutes, asking you where you were from and your reasoning for coming to Jujutsu High. He did not say much to your responses, simple nods, and then eventually he stood up, stretching his arm then yawning. “Before you go, I have a couple questions from your chart.” You said, as he was getting up to go.

“What?” He said with another yawn. “Here in your chart, it doesn’t have date of birth, and then on this page, you came in due to damage on your 3 arm, unless I am going crazy, I only see two.” You looked over at him, questioning the notes. “Don’t worry too much about it doll.” He waved, then walking out the clinic door.

It had been 3 weeks since your last encounter with Sukuna, you eventually met the students, the main one you saw in your clinic often, being Yuuji Itadori, Sukuna’s nephew.

“Miss. Y/n!” Yuuji sang as he walked in through the clinic doors. But this time, Sukuna was holding him up by his hoodie, and sitting him on the table. “Yuuji… What is it this time?” You sigh, but patting the young boy on the head. “I broke my leg.” He sighed with a slight nervous chuckle. “I was going to heal him myself, but he insisted I brought him here instead.” Sukuna rolled his eyes. “Why is that?” You looked over at Yuuji. “Well if this guy would stop asking me about you, and work up the balls to ask himself, I would have to do such dang—“ At that point, Sukuna had covered his mouth, his red eyes bulging from his head, from fury. “Shut up boy.” Sukuna said through gritted teeth. Yuuji nodded frantically, and nervously laughed, his neck all the way to his ears getting bright red. You hadn’t realized, that you yourself had also grown red. You fixed Yuuji up, and he went sprinting out the door.

“Don’t take his childish behavior to heart.” Sukuna rubbed his neck, looking away from you. “Is it true?” You questioned, quickly swallowing your pride and nervousness. “Is what true?” He tried to play off, with a smirk. “Oh, you men. Smug as ever.” You roll your eyes, turning back to your computer. “Hey hey hey.” He said, turning your chair to him. “I’m not all men, do not compare me to men like Satoru.” He huffed, looking a lot younger with his pouty face. “Look, you have a cute face, just wanna get to know ya’” He huffed out. You felt your face burn, you covered your face, feeling yourself melting at this mans calloused yet soft tone. “Okay.” You said, looking over at him, he had a slight blush to his cheeks. “Alright, well… I’ll see you… later.” He coughed, walking out the door, leaving you speechless and confused.

“Boy, I could ring your neck.” Sukuna hisses to his nephew. “I got you a shot though!” Yuuji jumps up and down, smiling. “She’s beautiful too.” Yuuji pokes at his uncle. “Oh hush.” Sukuna flicks his forehead. After a long pause, and them walking down the hall. “You aren’t wrong though.” Causing Yuuji to lift his head up and smile big.

“Oh Sukuna, what are you doing here? I just closed up. Are you injured?” You questioned looking up at the calloused man. That’s when it came to view, he moved his arm from behind his back, handing you a bouquet of Tulips. “It’s later, isn’t it?” He questioned, looking away. You smiled, as you took the flowers and nuzzled your face into them. “These are beautiful, they’re my favorite.” You smiled, hugging the flowers. He felt his shoulders relax and he looked down at your emerald green eyes dazzling at the flowers. “They aren’t that great, I could’ve done better.” He huffed. “No no, these are beautiful. I’ve never gotten flowers before.” You smiled.

“Well… I will leave you to it.” He said, turning around to walk away. “Wait—“ You stopped him, grabbing him by his wrist. “I have lasagna soup in the crock pot right now. Would you like to… maybe come over and have dinner?” You questioned. “Okay.” He said after a second to process what you just asked him. “I’ll drive us.” He waved at you to follow him. You followed behind him, feeling your heart beat a little harder and faster, which he definitely heard.

“So Y/n, how old are ya?” He questioned, as he sat on the couch, drinking the glass of red, you had just handed him. “24... and you?” That was when Sukuna chuckled. “You really aren’t gon’ let that one go will ya?” He questioned, leaning back into the couch. “I mean… It is only fair that you answer my questions.” You chuckled. He set his glass down, looking at you with eyes you have never seen before. “You wanna know?” He questioned again, you nodded, feeling your arms get goosebumps, at the chill in the air, your cheeks lightly reddening due to the alcohol. “1125.” He said finally, you felt your mouth grow dry, and light gasp came out. “H-how?” You questioned. The rumble that came out of his throat had set you back, making him laugh even more. “Oh you innocent thing, if you only knew. But that’s not how the game works, it’s my turn to ask a question.” He chucked. “That’s no fair!” You groaned.

You two had spent the night getting to know one another, yet the question that stayed in the front of your mind, lingered— But being curious could push him away, and with the way his thumb was tracing circles on your knee where you had a faint scar on, was making you think twice about asking that question. “What happened here?” He traced over the scar. “Oh, um.. well.. I— well, here the thing… I umm…” You stumbled on your words. “Hey, not yet. Tell me later.” He smiled softly, which made something inside of you tingle. “We all have things that are hard to talk about.” He brushed your curl behind your ear. “I do love these curls, they fit you.” Your neck had goosebumps, you wanted more, needed more. “What’s goin on in that beautiful head of yours?” Sukuna questioned. You sat there, thinking about what to say, but nothing would come out, until you felt his lips on yours. Your eyes slowly drifted close, along with his, you felt his hand grip your waist and pull you closer to him. His lips detached, a string of saliva connecting you two. “Sukuna…” you huffed, placing your head on his chest and breathing in his scent. “You have had me captivated since the moment I laid eyes on you.” He said into your ear. “I want to see you… More…” He confessed. “And not as my physician.” He added. Your cheeks burned brightly, making him chuckle as he lifted your head and pecked your cheek.

“Is this how you pulled women back in your day?” You giggled. He scoffed, letting a guttural laugh come out. “Oh you think you have jokes huh?” He laughed, as he latched his lips back onto yours.

You hadn’t realized what time it was, the two of you fell asleep around 4 in the morning, you two had spent hours laughing, and telling one another stories of the life as a sorcerer, and he told you a bit about his relationship with Yuuji. You eventually had laid your head on his chest, and had fallen asleep.

First date with Sukuna wasn’t as scary as you assumed it would be.

A month later—

“Miss. Y/N.” Megumi called for you in an almost rushed breath. “Yes Megumi?” You flicked an eyebrow up. “It’s Itadori-San!” He rushed you out the clinic and onto the grounds of the high school. “Come one Sukuna, it was all a joke!” Satoru said, as Sukuna was forcing himself into Gojo’s barrier. But this was not the Sukuna you grew to know, this was a seven foot, 4 armed, 4 eyed monster. “We will see how many jokes you have left when I am done shredding you apart.” He growled. “What’s going on?” You asked Suguru, your eyes flicking between Suguru, and the two sorcerers fighting.

“Satoru pissed Sukuna off… again…” He said with a low chuckle. “What did he say?” You questioned, getting more and more worried at the sight in front of you. “Satoru said you had baby making hips. Because you, you know. You’re curvy, with a little waist.” He rubbed his neck, trying not to look at you. “I! What? Why would he say such a thing out loud?” You blushed, feeling embarrassment at such a brazen comment, and the way Suguru said it so casually. “He was trying to poke at Sukuna since Yuuji, accidentally spilt the beans of you and Sukuna’s little dates.” He said, looking over at the two men.

“That’s Sukuna’s true form, he only uses his true form during special grade missions, and… well… against Satoru.” He chuckled.

“Uncle Sukuna, come on, let’s just gooooo.” Yuuji cries out. Your feet move before your mind catches up, you find yourself move and walk towards this battle, finally stepping closer to Sukuna, appearing in front of him from the side. “Hey Suku?” You smiled, and a small wave. His bottom eye from the side you were standing turned to look at you, as his other 3 were still on Gojo, his fangs much longer and noticeable in this form. You thought this would terrify you, but it actually made you find comfort in such a vulnerable form.

“I know you’re upset, it’s only valid. But I don’t want you to get in trouble., If Yaga finds out, you and Satoru will pay for the consequences. We can’t let the higher ups find out.” You slowly walked closer to him. “Hey Y/n, I wouldn’t do that, he isn’t in the right state of mind!” Gojo walked up closer. You did not care one bit, you walked up to Sukuna completely, lacing your fingers with the third extra arm, and nuzzling your face into his palm. You watched how his face softened, and he closed his eyes. He lightly pushed you aside, as smoke filled up around you, and when it disappeared, there he was, two armed, two eyed, 6.3 Sukuna.

“Hi there.” You smiled, hugging him. “Hello.” He huffed, pulling you into his embrace. “Satoru, the next time I hear something stupid like that come out of your mouth again, I am ripping your head right off, and eating it.” He hissed, pointing his finger at him. “Oh yes Lord Ryomen Sukuna.” He bowed, with a chuckle. “Satoru, how many death wishes do you have today?” Suguru nudged him to go inside.

“You okay?” You smiled, as you looked up at the pink haired man. He nodded, walking you back to clinic.

You heard a lock on the door, as you stepped into clinic and sat down. He had seen it, he had seen exactly what Satoru had been saying… Those hips, that waist, your breast that were perfectly round in the scrub top you were wearing. The way your scrub bottoms hugged your behind so perfectly, but the strings to tighten were so long from how much you had to get it to fit your waist. He was seeing the perverted things Satoru was spewing, egging Sukuna on, on purpose. “Sukuna?” You questioned. “You… You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, covering his face with his hand. But his eyes were still looking at you in pure agony. “T-thank you.” You blushed. “You… Your skin, is… soft, and god… your hips are… fucking mesmerizing.” He turned away from you, you saw the way his neck blushed bright, it only made the heat between your legs throb. “God, I can smell your arousal from over here, I can hear it pulsating.” He groaned, as he grasped his clothed cock, and squeezed it lightly. “Sukuna…” You quietly said. He whipped his head around, and stared at you intensely. “Do. Do you want to come over after I… get off.” You blushed. He did not know how he had not exploded or came in his own pants after hearing such an innocent yet filthy thing come out of your mouth. “Y-yeah.” He gulped, as he turned back around, unlocked the door, and walked out. That was when you finally could catch your breath, and that was when Sukuna rushed to the nearest empty room, to relieve such an ache.

Finally it was five, and you started to lock up the clinic, turning on your heels to get home.

Sukuna: I got pulled into a mission, I should be done in 30. — 4:38PM

You: I am going to head home, I’m making pork dumplings and spicy ramen tonight :) — 5:02PM


Sukuna: Save me some, I’m leaving now. — 5:03PM

You locked your phone, and walking out the school doors. It didn’t take you long to get home, when you did arrive home, you showered, and put on some loose fitted straight cut jeans, fuzzy socks, and a grey t shirt. You felt yourself tense, and nervous, this wasn’t the first time he was coming over. But it was the first time in the month that you and Sukuna had been talking, that he had a raging boner for you, and even could sense you were aroused. The goosebumps perked up on your arms, and you felt your nipples begin to form into a pebble. You let out a small moan, as your heat was aching for something you have never had before. That was when you heard the knock at your door. You straightened your apron and opened the door, and there he was, in all of his glory- freshly showered, Black t-shirt, with blue jeans, and a gold chain around his neck. He smelt of pinewood body cleanser and some soft yet expensive smelling cologne.

“Hi.” You said quieter than what you intended, “Hey.” He said as you let him in, and he took off his shoes. “Smells good.” He said, he was meaning you and what was between your legs, but you wouldn’t know that… yet.

“Oh thank you, I’m almost finished.” You smiled, tucking your curls behind your ear, as you moved yourself back to this kitchen to finish up cooking. “Are you hungry?” You questioned, stirring the ramen, that was about finished. “Um… I… am not. I ate before I left for my mission. But I will be hungry…” He said, feeling himself grow awkward, and his eyes moving from you and the bedroom door. “That’s okay, I’ve been sampling the food while cooking, so I am actually kind of full.” You chuckled, that was when you felt it, the man behind you, grabbing your waist, and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck, “Hi there.” You turned to look at him, and kissed his forehead gently. “You okay?” You rubbed one of his hands/arm that was wrapped around your waist. “I am hungry… Just… Not for that kind of food.” He kissed lightly on your neck, licking one spot in particular, that made the hairs on you rise. “Oh…” You moaned lightly. “May I?” He whispered in your ear, earning a nod from you. You felt his hand go from under your apron, and unbutton your jeans, he rubbed your belly lightly, making the peach fuzz rise as well. He began to slide his hands down into your clothed heat, going past your underwear, and placing the pads of his fingers on your slit, drawing a moan from you. “You are drenched…” He groaned, dipping his finger inside, running your clit in circles almost immediately. “Oh… Oh…” You moaned in a hush tone, arching into his chest, throwing your head against his chest. He took this as an opportunity to lean down and latch his lips onto yours. “Suku—“ You moaned into his mouth, as his fingers pick up speed. “Hmm? What is it baby?” He cooed, now sucking on your neck, leaving is mark. “It’s my first— ugh… oh gosh… time.” You moaned loudly, placing your hands on the counter top to brace yourself. He was in shock to hear that, wanting to pull his hand out immediately to do this properly, you felt his hesitation, so you placed your hand on his that was deep in your cunt. “Please don’t stop… s-so good.” You moaned, he picked up speed once again, leaning down and biting on the nape of your neck. “Oh.. I’m… fuck…” You moaned out, feeling your arousal seep out from deep within you. When you turned to look at Sukuna, his eyes were blazing, his pupils were dilated, he was breathing heavy. You watched him turn off the stove, and lift you up. “Bedroom… We… are… going.. to the… bedroom… let me taste you.” He groaned and said between kisses, he had take the apron off of you, along with your shirt. You pulled at his shirt, and with a swift tug, it was off. You saw the way his muscles flexed in the floor length mirror in your bedroom.

Sukuna pulled your jeans off, pulling your underwear along with it, making you cover your lower regions immediately. You heard a tear, he had tore your bra right off. “I’ll buy you a new one, I’ll buy you whatever you want, just please move your hands.” He groaned, humping into the mattress. He had his head between your legs almost right away, pushing your hands away, diving in with his tongue into your warm sweet heat, that he had been craving since the moment the words “baby making hips” came out of Satoru’s mouth. “Fuck.” He groaned into your cunt. “Taste fucking amazing.” He said with a growl, holding your “baby making” hips. “Fuck I could just fuck this thighs, fuck these hips, fuck this beautiful pussy.” He groaned, as he continued to make out with your cunt. “Oh my…” You moaned, your back arching as you tugged at his pink hair, and gasped at this impending orgasm that was creeping in. “Baby…” You moaned, feeling his tongue thrust in and out of you, then replaced it with two fingers, stretching you out. “Oh oh oh wait.” You moaned, feeling like something in your stomach was about to fucking snap. and… it did, you came onto his fingers, and he slurped you up like you were that ramen you made for dinner. Your face was flushed, and your breast were swollen from the other hand tugging and groping at them, as he ravished your cunt. “Fuck… That was…” You say, covering your face. “That was the best meal, I’ve had in 1000 years.” He groaned, unzipping his pants, letting them drop to the ground, you sat up on your elbows, and your eyes widened as the huge bulge from his boxers. He finally pulled them down, letting his thick, 9 inch cock spring up, and slap his stomach, as pre cum leaked out. You watched him as he stroked himself, torturing himself, he began to coat his cock in your juices, running his cock through your soaking wet folds. “Suku…” you moaned, embarrassed at such a sound coming from your womanly regions, you didn’t even know your body could make those kinds of noises. “Sukuna, wait wait.” You pushed at his chest, his eyes flicked to you, worried. “Listen…” You felt a lump in your throat. “Shh— what’s wrong?” He caressed the side of your face, this was not a sight that most would see of Sukuna, he was vulgar, he was smart mouthed, he was an asshole, bad attitude, and cocky, but with you… He was someone else, he felt as if he finally found his purpose. “I’ve… never done this… I have been waiting…” You said softly, looking down at your hands. “I don’t want to just be someone you have a night with…” You confess, feeling yourself swallow your pride. “Hey.” Sukuna grabbed you lightly by your chin. “I want you… Okay? All my eyes, they are all for you. Alright?” He said, pecking your nose, then your lips. You smiled, you both stayed still for a second, until your hand started trailing up his leg, to the throbbing member right between his legs. “This is intimating for a first time.” You whispered into his ear as you lightly started stroking his cock. You hear him growl in your ear, then with a raspy voice he says “You’re mine.”

Grabbing you by the back of your neck, he smashed his lips onto yours. “No one else’s.” He said very matter of a fact. “Yes My Lord.” You whispered into his ear, knowing this was going to set him off, you wanted to see him fall apart, you wanted to see the real Sukuna come out, you wanted to be the only woman he would destroy, and make you new again. “Fuck!” He groaned, as his cock twitched despite not being touched. “putt’n it in. its going t’ hurt a little.” He said, kissing your temple. “Hold on to me baby.” He added as he put the tip of his aching cock into your heat. You felt the stretch already, groaning at it. He continued to push each inch, until he felt the string that was getting to your hymen snap. He stayed still as tears prickled and your nails dug into his back, which he could easily heal himself, but these were scars he was going to hold proudly. When he looked down, he had fully bottomed out into you, as he pulled out slightly, he saw how blood coated his cock, along with your arousal. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. “W-what…” You moaned painfully. “I, ‘m sorry, your… hymen broke…” He moaned. “I’m sorry.” You began to cry, feeling like you did something wrong. “Shhh… Baby it’s okay…” He cooed, kissing your lips, and praising you. “I’m a sick man, blood on my cock is only wanting me to fuck you harder and faster. It just means… You’re all mine.” He kissed your lips once again, pulling out lightly, and pushing back in. You moaned out, but this time it was more pleasure than pain. “Imma speed up.” you nodded. He thrusted into you faster, and deeper, making your breath heavy and it became harder to breathe, “Such a good girl.” He said into your ear, which made you moan loudly, who would have known, praise was one of your love languages.

“I’m gon’ show everyone that you are all mine. Litter you with my heir.” He groaned, feeling his hips slap faster into you. “Oh… Sukuna…” you moaned, scratching his back. “You’re all mine now, ya hear me?” He said as he looked straight into yours, as you nodded. “Cum, cum on my cock.” He groaned, his thrust getting sloppy, he started rubbing your hypersensitive clit with his finger, and that was it for you, as he shot thick white ropes of his seed into you, you were gushing yours right onto his cock, as well as it leaking onto your sheets.

He lied on top of you for a minute, his cock softening inside of you, he had never truly felt that satisfied, until that very moment. He lifted himself off of you, and flopped onto his side, pulled you into his embrace, and throwing a blanket over the both of you. “Marry me.” He whispered into your ear. “What?” You snapped. “Shh, lay down with me.” He cooed, placing your head on his chest. “Marry me. I’ll take care of you…” Sukuna ran his fingers through your curls. “I’ll be good to you. Promise.” He said lightly. You stayed silent for a couple of seconds, until you finally said. “Sukuna... I can’t believe I’m saying this… If you promise you aren’t going anywhere, ever… Then I’m all yours… Yes Suku.” You smiled and giggled. That was when you saw it, the tent under the blanket. “Looks like we have to commemorate this moment.” He chuckled, as he flipped you over and whispered into your ear, “Now this is how a bitch in heat gets her puppies.”

[laundryandtaxesworld]

safe haven baby for buck but….

tommy and buck break up. tommy finds out he’s pregnant and tries to contact buck but everyone at the 118 blocks tommy’s contact and convinces buck to leave tommy in the past so he won’t mope around any more. so buck has no idea.

tommy doesn’t get an answer so he goes to buck’s apartment but he isn’t there (he’s out with the 118 because they don’t want him to wallow) and tommy tries to text chim and eddie to see if he can talk to buck, but they’re like “he doesn’t want to talk to you” so tommy is resigned and goes on with the pregnancy without buck’s knowledge.

tommy also resigns from the 217 because he wants to be there for his child without the danger of him dying. he doesn’t tell his coworkers why he’s resigning, just that he is.

nine months later tommy gives birth to a baby girl named emma.

BUT during his pregnancy tommy learned he was sick and the pregnancy exacerbated his sickness.

tommy was considering treatment but their were side effects that would effect the baby, and he’s been wanting a family for so long, that he decided against treatment.

after tommy gives birth, he can tell that he’s not going to last for long.

he takes his daughter home and has one good night with her, but waking up in the morning he knows he has to give his daughter to a safe haven box, because he won’t just die in his sleep and leave his baby defenseless in his house.

so tommy spends one last day with his daughter. he pins a note with her name and birthdate. he wraps her up in a blanket and drives to the 118 to drop her in the safe haven box, because he knows the 118 will take care of his baby girl.

tommy kisses emma once more and drops her in the safe haven box. he drives off his heart crying but he knows this is for the best.

when the 118 get back from an emergency they see a baby in the arms of a fellow firefighter and the firefighter is like “she’s a safe haven baby. she was dropped off a bit ago. her name is emma and her birthday was two days ago.”

buck being buck immediately takes the baby from the other firefighter and gets extremely attached. emma immediately stops crying when she’s in buck’s arms.

buck can’t take her home because he’s not a certified foster parent but he doesn’t want to leave her, so maddie and chim offer to take emma while buck goes through the process.

tommy dies a few short days later and is found by one of his neighbors. the 217 is informed and lucy informs the 118 about tommy’s passing.

the 118 attends tommy’s funeral and he’s crying because he wasn’t there for tommy in his last moments and buck still loves tommy with his whole heart.

buck gets certified to foster emma which turns him into adopting emma and when he gets her birth certificate, he’s sees her birth parent listed. tommy kinard. buck knows immediately that emma is his biological daughter and that he still has a little piece of tommy with him.

he hugs emma a little tighter and kisses her forehead and knows that tommy is always going to be with them.

continued here

[hedwig221b]

You are amazing ✨✨✨

Do you have any feral Derek fic recs?? Especially if he’s stuck as a wolf?? Bonus points if Stiles thinks he’s just a big friendly dog 🥹

Hi, love! Thank uuu! I absolutely love feral wolf Derek, it always delivers. Here's a very long rec list, enjoy!

Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth. “Not too close, he bites.” Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting. “He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton. The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.” “Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

You're My Sanctuary by lilmissdaydreamer

The Argent Wolf Sanctuary. It’s been Stiles’ dream since he was five years old to work with the wolves, ever since his mother took him up there to see the magnificent creatures on one of their ‘full moon runs’ that the Sanctuary does once a month. The wolves are beautiful and much larger than Stiles would’ve thought, or at least, the newest wolf is. The owner had said he’s a special breed. Stiles just didn’t realize quite how special he is.

Stuck in This in Between by calrissian18

“You’re not getting better, Derek.” And it was the first time he’d called him that since he’d realized he wasn’t really.

The Feral Alpha by halcyon1993

Derek has lived in a half-feral state in the wilderness ever since hunters killed his family. When the hunters return years later, he gets his revenge and finds his true mate in one of the boys they were holding captive. He claims him immediately.

Safe Mind by LadyDrace

Derek goes missing for a while and comes back full wolf. Only problem is that his mind has gone wolf too, and for some reason the only one he'll allow near him… is Stiles.

Of Blood and Feral Wolves by Flicker_Ash

After Stiles is hurt in a surprise attack, Derek's wolf takes over and won't let anyone near him. Doesn't matter if it's Scott or a paramedic, when there's blood and no sarcasm, no-one's touching Stiles.

Light at the end of the tunnel by Lesatha

“Careful, Stilinski. Don’t think you can go around telling me what to do, or coddling the werewolf.” “What does it matter to you?” “If the feral alpha kills you, it will be my fault, as your supervisor.” Stiles’ head whipped towards the werewolf. He couldn’t see much of him apart from his red eyes, always following Stiles. Crazy as it might sound, it comforted him. The werewolf wasn’t the rabid animal Elis seemed to picture. He was just… hurt.

Feral by melofttroll

Scott’s yelling now as the Jeep comes to a halt, and Stiles ignores him as he clambers from the seat. The skid turned the Jeep completely around, and his headlights are pointed at something that is decidedly not dog-ish, or bear-ish, but very, very human. And by the shuddering breaths coming from the man’s chest, very much alive. Feral!Derek, Sterek AU

Lessons in Humanity by exclamation

Fleeing from werewolves, Stiles comes face to face with Derek, a werewolf human in shape but animal in his mind. Stiles is terrified of being killed, but it seems Derek has decided Stiles would make a suitable mate. Unfortunately, his idea of a romantic gift is a dead animal on the doorstep. Stiles must help Derek remember what it is to be human… and figure out how to explain his new werewolf stalker to his dad.

Throw Away the Key by mommymuffin

Stiles knew it was stupid to go to the hunters’ headquarters all by himself, so when he finds himself caught, he can really only blame himself. It shouldn't surprise Stiles when the situation quickly goes from bad to worse as the hunters throw him to a feral werewolf waiting to tear him apart. Sucks that it's Derek, though.

Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist. Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope. He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles. “I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college. Well, except for the fact that he's a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica's epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there's this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him. Oh, and the murders, of course. But other than that stuff… totally the same old BH.

There Are No Wolves in California (Werewolves on the Other Hand…) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella), KioFox

“I’m not calming down until you call animal control! I fucking saw it! There were fucking wolves!” “There are no wolves in California, Mr. Daehler,” the principal said, sounding exasperated, like this was the third time she’d said it to him. “Well clearly there are!” he shouted back, showing such a lack of respect for the woman, Stiles had to applaud her for her fortitude not to smack him in the face. “Perhaps you were mistaken,” she said calmly. “No I wasn’t fucking mistaken,” Matt insisted, sounding incensed. “No way these were dogs, they were massive!” For a second, Stiles felt like the world had slowed considerably as those words wormed their way into his brain. Because—he knew a dog that was massive. Honestly, he’d also brushed away the idea of the dog being a wolf because there were no wolves in California. But… what if there were? Holy shit, had Stiles literally spent his lunch break with a fucking wolf cuddled into his side while he pet it?! Good God, he was lucky to still have all his limbs!

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen)

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar. Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!” Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’ "Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind. “Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

Rabbit Hearted by secondstar, Tsuminoaru

Storytellers were known for their talented tongues, their ability to weave tales and enthrall the listener. Their stories held weight, taken as truth as they were passed down from generation to generation. A tale of a cursed pack of wolves was one such story that Stiles had known since he was a child. Never did he think that he would become part of that tale, or that its weight would be up upon his shoulders. A tale of curses, sacrifices, and acceptance of one's inner self.

Being Close to You by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Realization dawned and Derek cursed himself viciously. How could he be stupid enough to forget Scott was a Werewolf? He could fucking smell him! Scott knew it was him! “Stiles?” Scott asked uncertainly while Stiles started opening and closing various cabinets, looking for who knew what. “That’s not a d—” Derek snarled and let out a loud bark, eyes glowing blue in Scott’s direction since Stiles couldn’t see him from where he was standing. Scott scowled at him, moving closer to him and inhaling pointedly. “What are you doing here, Derek?” Scott asked, voice low enough that Stiles wouldn’t hear. He wasn’t listening anyway, still panicking and randomly opening things.

(You) Bring Out the Beast (In Me) by Ember

“Should I make out the wedding invitations?” Stiles swallowed his mouthful of soda.”What?” Lydia smirked. “Well, you and Derek have seemed awfully cozy lately. Just wanted to be supportive.” “Oh, yeah, because that’s exactly why I went into wildlife preservation.” He rolled his eyes. “Beastiality jokes.” +++ Aka the one where Derek is a wolf and Stiles is his trainer, and then magic and transformations and feelings happen.

A Boy’s Best Friend by KnottheWolf

Stiles was just having some ‘me time’ when things escalated with his dog, Wolf. Or at least, he thinks it’s a dog.

"good boy" by quackquackcey

Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky. But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right? That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺🍕

Other fic recs: angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles

[jianwon]

i ADORE your most recent fanfic (touch ups and downs) your writing is rlly cool and i was wondering if maybe we could get a part 2!?! where they go on a date and se-mi is still being flirty/teasing as per usual and maaaaybee...they kiss. hehe. i love your writing btw, but pls dont feel pressured to fulfill my request!!! 💗💗

a softer spotlight

sypnosis. a makeup artist’s quiet life takes an unexpected turn when actress se-mi slips them her number. between secret outings, stolen moments, and the challenges of se-mi’s fame, their connection grows into something neither of them can ignore.

part 2 of touch ups and down

content— actress!se-mi x fem!makeupartist!reader. pure fluff. flirting and romantic tension. brief mention of public harassment. mild language. slight emotional vulnerability. mentions of squid game characters.

disclaimer. story is entirely fictional and in no way reflects real events, individuals, or their relationships. characters mentioned are fictional representations based on their on-screen personas.

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since the day se-mi slipped her number into your hand, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. it wasn’t just the way she effortlessly flirted, or the way her perfume lingered like a gentle reminder of her presence, it was the way she made you feel seen.

you hadn’t reached out yet, overthinking every possible way the conversation might go. would she even remember giving you her number? what if she was just being polite? or teasing?

you debated for days, pacing your tiny apartment as her folded note sat on your kitchen counter, taunting you.

then, one evening, your phone buzzed with an unknown number.

unknown number: you weren’t planning on calling me, were you... artist-nim?

you stared at the message, your heart racing. how did she..? oh. of course, she had your number from the crew information list.

you: i didn’t want to bother you.

se-mi: bother? i think you misunderstand. i was hoping you’d ask me out (īī ^ īī)

the boldness of her words hit you like a lightning bolt, and before you could spiral into overthinking, another message popped up.

se-mi: how about we fix that? are you free tomorrow afternoon?

you froze. tomorrow afternoon? what would you wear? what would you say?

you: i guess i could be free.

se-mi: great! but we’ll need to be careful, meet me at cafe haneul at 3. wear something comfortable and discreet ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

you didn’t sleep much that night.

the next day, you arrived at cafe haneul early, nervously fiddling with your phone. the cozy little café was tucked into a quieter street in seoul, its warm glow spilling onto the cobblestone sidewalk. you wore an oversized hoodie and a baseball cap, hoping it was “discreet” enough.

when se-mi arrived, you almost didn’t recognize her. she was wearing a hoodie too, paired with round glasses and a black face mask that covered half her face. even so, she still looked effortlessly stunning, her presence impossible to ignore.

“artist-nim!” she greeted, pulling down her mask slightly to reveal a playful grin. “se-mi,” you replied, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt.

she tilted her head, studying you. “cute. you really took the ‘discreet’ note to heart.”

you laughed awkwardly, and she grabbed your wrist gently. “come on. let’s walk.”

the streets were bustling, even in the quieter part of the city. se-mi kept close, her hand brushing yours every so often as you weaved through the crowd. the conversation flowed easily. she talked about the projects she was excited about, and you shared funny backstage stories from your work.

but as the sidewalk grew more crowded, you started to feel the press of bodies around you. someone accidentally bumped into your shoulder, and then another person pushed past, making you stumble slightly.

se-mi noticed immediately. without a word, she reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to her side. “stay here,” she said softly, her tone protective.

her hand was warm, her grip firm but gentle. you felt your cheeks heat up, but you didn’t pull away. instead, you let her guide you through the crowd, her presence grounding you amidst the chaos.

when the street finally opened up, she looked down at you, a small smile playing on her lips. “you okay?”

“yeah..” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“good.” she replied, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

the moment felt so natural that you almost didn’t realize she hadn’t let go until she grinned and said, “don’t tell me you’re blushing already.”

“i’m not!” you protested, though the heat in your cheeks said otherwise. she chuckled, tugging you along. “come on. there’s somewhere i want to take you.”

the museum was quiet, its grand halls filled with soft lighting and the faint echo of footsteps. you hadn’t expected se-mi to bring you somewhere so peaceful, but as soon as you stepped inside, you understood why.

“i like coming here when i need to clear my head,” she explained as you wandered through an exhibit of impressionist paintings. “there’s just something calming about it.”

you watched as her gaze lingered on a large canvas depicting a serene landscape. the way her face softened, her usual confident demeanor giving way to something more vulnerable, made your chest ache in the best way.

“do you paint?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

she shook her head. “no, but i wish i did. i’ve always admired how artists can put so much emotion into a single canvas”

you smiled, gesturing to the painting in front of you. “kind of like how you do with acting.”

her eyes widened slightly, and she turned to you with a surprised smile. “that’s… probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“well, it’s true,” you replied, suddenly feeling shy under her gaze. she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

before you could respond, she tugged you toward another room, this one filled with smaller, more abstract pieces. you wandered through the space together, occasionally stopping to admire a painting or share quiet observations. at one point, you caught her watching you instead of the art, her expression unreadable.

“what?” you asked, self-conscious under her stare.

“nothing.” she said, smiling softly. “i just like seeing you like this. you’re so… relaxed.”

you didn’t know how to respond, so you simply smiled back, your heart pounding.

after leaving the museum, you and se-mi wandered into a bustling food street. the two of you shared tteokbokki and small plates of jeon at a cozy food stall, the spicy warmth of the dishes cutting through the evening chill. se-mi kept her hoodie pulled low and her mask in place, glancing around every now and then to make sure no one was paying too much attention.

you couldn’t help but laugh as she struggled with her chopsticks, one slippery rice cake flying out of her grasp and landing on her plate with a small splatter. “a world-famous actress, but chopsticks are your weakness?”

she gave you a mock glare, her eyes narrowing playfully. “you try eating with these things out in the cold and tell me how it goes.”

smirking, you picked up one of the rice cakes with ease, holding it out toward her. “here. let me save you the embarrassment.”

she hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, taking the bite and chewing with exaggerated slowness. “not bad...” she said once she swallowed. “guess i’ll keep you around.”

it was an easy moment, the two of you lost in your own world, until someone walking past slowed to a stop right in front of your table.

“wait… is that—?”

your heart dropped as you saw the man’s eyes narrow in recognition. he looked to be in his early twenties, dressed casually but holding his phone in a way that made your stomach tighten.

se-mi tensed beside you, her hand instinctively reaching for her mask to pull it higher.

“no way,” the man said, stepping closer. “you’re se-mi, aren’t you? from that movie?”

“i think you’ve got the wrong person,” you said quickly, standing up to block his view of her. “she’s not an actress.” the man’s eyes darted between you and se-mi, skepticism written all over his face.

“no, i’m pretty sure that’s her. i’ve watched the show, like, three times. that’s definitely her!”

se-mi looked down, trying to keep her face hidden as she mumbled, “i’m sorry, i think you’re mistaken.” her voice was calm, but you could sense the tension in her posture.

“come on, you don’t have to pretend,” the man insisted, pulling out his phone. “just one picture, please! my friends will never believe i ran into you.”

“no pictures,” you said firmly, your voice shaking slightly. “please respect her privacy.” the man frowned, his phone still in hand. “if it’s not her, then what’s the big deal? why are you acting so weird?”

the crowd around the stall was starting to take notice, a few people pausing mid-bite to glance over. your pulse quickened as you realized how easily this could spiral out of control.

“let’s go,” you whispered to se-mi, gently tugging her sleeve.

she nodded and stood, keeping her head down as the two of you tried to leave the stall. but the man wasn’t giving up so easily.

“hey, wait!” he called, stepping after you. “at least tell me if it’s really you—”

that’s when se-mi turned around, her voice steady but firm. “i’m sorry, but i’d really appreciate it if you left us alone.”

her tone was polite, but there was a quiet strength behind it that seemed to catch the man off guard. he hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for a response. finally, he muttered something under his breath and walked off, still holding his phone but no longer pointing it at you.

as soon as he was gone, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “that was… intense.”

“i’m sorry...” se-mi said softly, her voice laced with guilt.

“don’t apologize,” you said immediately. “it’s not your fault. are you okay?” she nodded, though her hands were trembling slightly. without thinking, you reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently.

“let’s get out of here,” you said, your voice soft but reassuring.

the two of you walked quickly through the streets, sticking to quieter alleys until you were far away from the bustling crowd. when you finally stopped, you were standing in a small, empty park, the glow of streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement.

“i didn’t mean to ruin the night.” se-mi said after a moment, her gaze fixed on the ground.

“ruin it?” you repeated, stepping closer to her. “se-mi, you didn’t ruin anything.” she looked up at you, her eyes searching yours. “it’s just… stuff like that happens all the time. and i hate dragging other people into it.”

“you didn’t drag me into anything,” you said firmly. “i wanted to be here. with you.”

her expression softened, and for a moment, the tension in her shoulders seemed to melt away. “you really mean that?”

“of course,” you said, giving her hand another gentle squeeze. “besides, i think we make a pretty good team. i distract the fans, and you handle the dramatic exits.” she laughed at that, the sound light and melodic in the quiet night. “i guess i owe you one, artist-nim.”

“i’ll add it to your tab,” you teased, grinning.

for a moment, neither of you said anything. the air between you felt heavy with unspoken words, and when she finally broke the silence, her voice was quiet but steady.

“being recognized is part of the job,” she said. “but… it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t see me as just ‘se-mi the actress.’”

you looked at her, your heart aching at the vulnerability in her words. “you’re more than that,” you said softly. “at least to me.”

she turned to you, her eyes searching yours. then, without warning, she reached up and pulled her mask down, her face inches from yours. “i know.” she whispered.

before you could respond, she leaned in and kissed you. it was soft, tentative, but it sent a spark through your entire body. when she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked almost shy. “i hope that wasn’t too forward...” she murmured.

you shook your head, a dazed smile spreading across your face. “not at all.”

she grinned, her confidence returning as she took your hand again. “good. because i plan on doing that again.”

and as the city buzzed around you, the world felt like it had shrunk to just the two of you. a quiet, perfect moment in the chaos of life.

a/n— a big thank you to anon for the request! please do let me know if you'd like actress se-mi x makeup artist reader to be a series! do request some scenarios that you'd like to see both of them in hehe + is it just me, or do i hc se-mi as an emoticon user rather than using emojis hmm

[mylovesstuffs]

100 Reasons Why I Love Seungcheol ! (a.k.a. S.Coups, Choi Leader, Carat Nation’s Dad)

1. The way he manages 12 chaotic kids (men) like a pro. Where’s his Parent of the Year award?

2. When he yells at them but immediately softens like a marshmallow.

3. His laugh can cure seasonal depression.

4. A visual.

5. His habit of acting like the maknae when he’s the eldest.

6. Petty Seungcheol is peak comedy.

7. When he tries to act cool, but the members clown him anyway.

8. His relationship with aegyo.

9. The way he thinks he’s subtle when being dramatic.

10. His iconic “Say the name!”

11. When he stands in the center like he owns the stage. (Because he does.)

12. His “I’m SEVENTEEN’s leader” energy.

13. That time he pulled off blone hair like a literal Greek god.

14. The way he stares into the camera during performances.

15. How he can make a single word sound like a life-changing declaration.

16. The emotional damage from his tongue plays.

17. His airport looks could rival a runway.

18. His tiny, proud smiles when the members achieve something. You can see the love in his eyes.

19. The fact that he knows exactly how to bias-wreck us.

20. How he’s effortlessly charismatic without even trying.

21. The way he protects the members like they’re his own brothers.

22. When he cried during their Daesang speech—who didn’t cry with him?

23. That time he comforted Jeonghan when he was sick, and our hearts collectively melted.

24. How he takes care of Carats.

25. The soft way he says, “Thank you, Carats.” (Excuse me while I sob.)

26. When he got emotional during their first win.

27. His little “fighting!” moments to cheer everyone up.

28. The way his presence alone calms the chaos in the group (most of the time).

29. The way he values teamwork over individual success.

30. His deep, gravelly voice that feels like a warm hug.

31. Knowing he’s been through tough times but came out stronger.

32. When he cried feeling unworthy of being the leader—Cheol, we’ll fight anyone who made you feel like that.

33. Seeing him push through injuries just to be with SEVENTEEN and Carats.

34. His constant worry about whether he’s doing enough.

35. That one hiatus he took, which made us miss him like crazy but as long as he's okay.

36. Knowing he carries so much responsibility on his shoulders but never complains.

37. How he always thinks of the members’ happiness before his own.

38. His bittersweet smiles during emotional moments—why must you hurt us like this?

39. The way he supports his members during hard times.

40. He cried more over Woozi's hard work than their first win.

41. His leadership is unmatched—period.

42. He’s the glue that keeps SEVENTEEN together.

43. His vocals are criminally underrated.

44. His stage presence is absolute legend behavior.

45. How he hypes up the members like their #1 fan.

46. The way he makes sure every member gets their moment to shine.

47. He’s a friend, brother, and protector.

48. His rap go hard.

49. The way he’s always looking out for the younger members.

50. He gives off main character energy without overshadowing anyone.

51. His pout—it’s a lethal weapon.

52. The way he drinks water like he’s in a CF.

53. When he flips his hair mid-dance. Yes, it’s a reason.

54. His Jigeumbuteo. Iconic.

55. His obsession with Shinchan—same, honestly.

56. The way he claps when he’s laughing too hard.

57. His habit of clinging. Mood.

58. That one episode of Going Seventeen where he was scared giggling and wrapping arms with Shua just because he's scared lol.

59. How he randomly lifts the members like they weigh nothing (especially Hao).

60. When he plays rock-paper-scissors like it’s a serious sport.

61. Seungcheol is the reason I now find men with leadership skills attractive.

62. He’s personally responsible for ruining my bias list every other week.

63. The amount of time I’ve spent analyzing his fancams is embarrassing.

64. His “leader line” moments with RM and Bang Chan.

65. How he’s secretly a softie who loves hugs.

66. He lives rent-free in my brain, and I’m not charging him.

67. The way I feel personally attacked by his selfies.

68. How he can bias-wreck me with a single smirk.

69. The way he hypes up other members on stage like a proud dad.

70. Why does he make me emotional over a simple “fighting!”?

71. He’s a role model.

72. The way he shows that strength can be soft and kind.

73. How he’s grown with SEVENTEEN from boys to men.

74. His love for Carats—it’s so genuine it hurts.

75. He’s proof that hard work pays off.

76. The way he balances being goofy and responsible.

77. His dedication to his craft—it’s inspiring.

78. How he takes pride in SEVENTEEN’s achievements without being boastful.

79. The fact that he’s never forgotten where he came from.

80. Knowing he truly cares about SEVENTEEN’s legacy.

81. His dimples.

82. The way he flips between being a charismatic idol on stage and a complete goofball off stage.

83. When he said, “I’m SEVENTEEN’s dad,” and it’s both funny and true.

84. How he radiates warmth, even through a screen.

85. His goofy side that he shows when he’s comfortable.

86. The way he makes everyone feel like they belong.

87. His deep, thoughtful words during interviews.

88. How he remembers even the smallest details about the members.

89. The way he leads with both his heart and his head.

90. He’s the definition of dependable.

91. He’s a leader who listens, not just commands.

92. His honesty.

93. The way he reminds us that it’s okay to take breaks.

94. He’s proof that vulnerability is strength.

95. How he brings out the best in everyone around him.

96. His endless love for music and performing.

97. The way he’s stayed humble despite SEVENTEEN’s success.

98. Knowing he’ll always have SEVENTEEN and Carats’ backs.

99. He’s family.

100. Because, honestly, there’s no one else like Choi Seungcheol.

[whatbigotspost]

HEY! Trump didn't repeal the EEOA, he repealed the order applying it to federal employment. Please let your followers know that they still have those protections if they work for a private employer.

Also, if your boss says any different, don't correct them; contact an employment lawyer. They work on contingency, which means you can get one even if you have no money.

Hey! I understand your point here, and the intensity with which you are making it, the hopes behind why you are making it, and the need for us to ensure that people do continue to know their rights, and stand up against corrupt employers, NOT LOSE HOPE,… all of it.

Please know, I truly understand all of these things. As does OP who posted the thing that I re-blogged from, and you can go see more behind the thinking and why this is such a big deal here.

AND

I have to be very honest I think that a lot of you who are bringing this “you’re wrong, it’s not that big of a deal“ are yet again not paying attention to Texans.

Obviously unless you list it in your profile, I have no idea where you are located… But I do know that OP and I are both Texans. And I don’t know any other way to say this, except that Texas & Florida are very specifically where white Nationalist far right crypto fascist ideologies come to life immediately. I care a whole lot more about those of us who are on the front lines of these things and those two states in particular are paying attention to then I do people whose states are going to grant them immediate back up guarantees that they’re not fucked over by this. That does not exist in my world.

I am a Texan who works for a nonprofit organization that is considered a federal contractor. I oversee and administer both private funds from those who just make donations as well as public funds from every level of government that overseas the state of Texas, meaning city, county, state, and federal. As with all things and government funding, the federal government sets the policies, and then everything trickles there from after. That part might take a long time to get impacted, but I do just wanna note it will happen if this executive order stands.

but again, Texas is special. Because our state government worships Trump, it means there’s going to be enormous pressure for us to immediately drop our adherence to the EEOC. It will sound a lot like “why would you opt into all of this government, bureaucracy and red tape when you don’t have to and your business can just move faster. “

Business leaders who are even moderate will get compelled by this nonsense. Of course, when it comes to my decisions as a leader and my organization, We won’t, but that’s the landscape we’re in… There are numerous powerful entities who have a Texas based vested interest in ensuring that the EEOC does not exist any longer. Because they are no longer going to be held responsible by upholding it at the national level, it will be immediately overturned within more private and local businesses at the Texas state level, then you could possibly even begin to imagine. even though my world, my sector, my peers. and my organization is very far left for the state of Texas, I will be in Rooms where bosses, business owners, and employers of all kinds With power over me as funders will be laughing hardly about how they get to save all kinds of money and hire whoever they want. I’m telling you this will happen…

The chilling effect won’t take years in Texas . It will be immediate because these are his friends that are waiting for this to go through. My governor, Greg Abbott, is one of the Trump administration‘s most violent, active, vocal, unapologetic, and sycophants style worshipers Trump has.

Don’t get me started on how our states’ medical infrastructures have been decimated by our lack of participation in the affordable care act/marketplace. Do you live in a state where you get nine times more Medicare funding for poor citizens from the feds because they’re not an adversary to the federal government when Democrats have been in charge? I don’t! The negative impact on Texan’s health has been truly incalculable .

How about also in 2021 when abortion became illegal through the SCOTUS shadow docket in the state of Texas, people exactly like me right now a.k.a. no really me were screaming from the rooftops that Roe was gonna get overturned at the national level.

We were fully ignored… And that’s just speaking to the most recent example of how this goes.

The old saying has goes Texas so it goes the country is very true. The threats to the EEOC might feel really far away to somebody who lives in a blue state or somebody who has an employer who will just inherently follow it, but there’s about to be a lot of very immediate very disgusting and very troubling fall out from this executive order and to diminish it, in my opinion, it’s just as insulting to me as a Texan as it probably feels insulting to you as someone who thinks that I’m being alarmist.

i’m not mad and I don’t mean to be rude, I just really feel like these kinds of concerns are always diminished and I don’t think this is a time for diminishment.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

No. 76 | "I know I'm now who you wanted to spend the night with, but I am here." PG8 masterlist requests prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!)

So far, nothing about tonight has gone the way you planned it to nor wanted it to. Your date had stood you up, meaning you didn’t have a ride home, and had to walk home in the rain, umbrella less, and then when you got home, you realised that you had no idea where your key was. So you went to Pedri’s, ever the reliable best friend. You knew he had a spare key, but also a warm apartment, nice hugs and good advice.

Pedri opened the door, revealing a very drenched-looking you, both his eyebrows raising. “Woah. What happened to you?” He asks, almost looking concerned.

“Too much,” you say with a long exhale, “can I come in? I’ve left my keys god-knows-where and you’ve got a spare.” Of course, Pedri is immediately rushing you in, taking your sopping-wet coat and hanging it up, like that would do anything to help its current drowned state, not just make a puddle on his floor.  You sit down on one of the barstools at his kitchen island and just sit for a moment or two, and then eventually, you can feel Pedri’s presence beside you again. “So… you gonna talk about it now?” he asked slowly, as if afraid you’d snap at him. You sigh again and gesture for him to sit next to you on the other barstool. “It’s been a long day, is all.” “¿En realidad? Tell me.”

“Well, you know that date I had with that guy, Luis?” Pedri nods. “He stood me up. Ghosted me. And he was meant to drop me home later, so I was stuck without a ride, and I had to walk home in the rain.” “You should’ve called me, I would’ve come and picked you up.” the brunette cuts in. “I- I was going to… but I didn’t want to bother you, and at the time it was like… embarrassing,” you say, your tone a little quieter than before. Pedri opens his mouth to argue, but you cut him off by speaking again. “Anyway, then I eventually got home, went to get my key from my pocket, and realised it wasn’t there, so now I’m here. But what about you? How’s your day been?” As Pedri talks, you start to realise just how cold your soaked clothes are making you, sending a visible shiver down your spine. Pedri stops talking and immediately insists that you go and take a warm shower and borrow some of his clothes to just stay the night.

And so, reluctantly, you do. And 15 minutes later when you come out again, you feel cleaner, less-cold and even comfier as you’re now being hugged by the warm and familiar smell of one of Pedri’s hoodies. You two curl up on the couch together and turn on a movie, just relaxing and focusing on something fairly mindless for a bit, but finally the credits roll, and Pedri turns to face you again, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side.

"I know I'm not who you wanted to spend the night with, but I am here." he says softly. Your eyes flutter shut for a second as he kisses the top of your head. “Lo sé, Pedro. Lo sé.” you murmur back contentedly, slowly dozing off in the comfort of his hoodie and the safety of his arms.

[emryslore]

Steter Fic Recs

creature!stiles steter recs

Im open to requests for Steter and Sterek Rec Lists, let me know which tag i should do next!

Toothed Morality (Send Me Flowers)  (T) 16K by rightsidethru

“The world is a dark place, moje kochanie; it is one filled with monsters, always ready to gobble you whole. Be wary of the promises they give: seal every vow with blood and bone and Name. A True Name, one that will bind them to their word.” “But how will I know that they’re telling the truth, Matka? Couldn’t they lie…?” “You’ll know, mały płomień.”

Wait For Me (T) 8.2K by CheshireSense (cywscross)

Peter escapes. The pack forgets. And the Wild Hunt moves on. Peter never gives up though. He’s never abandoned those he calls pack before, and he isn’t about to start with Stiles.

If We Could Start Again (M) 4.9K by  kiranightshade

Stiles finds Peter. Scott doesn't exist. And Erica just wants her best friend to be safe. Or Stiles visits Peter in hospital meets Stiles gets bitten instead of Scott with a detour to Polish heritage Stiles Stilinski. I do love my season one rewrites.

Drowning on Dry Land (T) 3.4K by  Triangulum

At first, Peter thinks he's the only one that notices the rash of bizarre drownings, which in itself is strange. A man who recently got off on a charge of assaulting his wife, even though everyone knew he was guilty, drowns in his sink. A murderer that had been let out on good behavior and due to prison overcrowding ends up drowned in a puddle outside a bar. A woman who was abusing her children is found in her shower, lungs full of water. Stiles usually would pick up a pattern like this, so when he says nothing, Peter's immediately suspicious.

The Taste of You (E) 14K by Bunnywest

Stiles has known he was an Incubus since he was ten, and he's learnt to fulfill his needs, snagging a tendril of desire here, a wave of lust there, managing to keep himself fed. But it's barely enough, and he's never been a fan of one night stands. No, what he really needs is a lover—someone who he can feed off properly, and who won't freak out that he's technically a demon. But where's he going to find someone like that in Beacon Hills?

[8-evil-annoying-catboys]

some additional tips and additions to tips that were listed:

wear a face mask in public all the time. the pandemic isn’t over and all, so everyone should do this, but i can tell you, as a bigender person who took T and now i grow facial hair and have a strong jawline and deep voice and i get assumed to have been AMAB (specifically, people assume i was AMAB and i’m a trans woman now, bc i present very feminine), wearing a mask helps you pass in feminine clothes more than you can imagine, especially if you’re on E and have some curves or you wear looser clothes that hide your figure. you’d be surprised how much hiding your face below the eyes will do for you in terms of passing as whatever gender you want or need to, whenever you want or need.

if you feel like someone is following you or you’re just walking alone at night or in a sketchy/sparsely-populated location, yes, call someone or pretend to be on a call, but go one step further and say where you are. best to try to make it seem like you’re not doing it because you’re nervous (for example, pretend you’re on your way to meet up with someone or attend a planned event, and you could say something like, “oh, yeah, i’m on my way! i should be there soon! i’m on 7th and pine right now”), but say it loudly enough that the person you suspect of following you (or anyone who may be nearby, if you’re just nervous in general and not specifically suspicious of anyone) can hear you. someone who wishes harm on you doesn’t want witnesses and they don’t want the scene of the crime to be known. also, for safety, facetime/video call is better than an audio-only call bc then the person you’re on the phone with can be an eyewitness if anything were to happen, which will further deter anyone with malicious intentions. if you’re actually on the phone, try to get the person you’re talking with to do a video call. there are also some videos on, like, tiktok that are made specifically for the purpose of being a fake facetime call if you’re in an uber or walking alone. i recommend checking those out when you’re safely at home and saving them to your favorites so you can access them quickly if you need to. otherwise, in a pinch, pretending to make an audio-only call is better than nothing.

if you have the option, it’s best if you take someone with you when you meet up with someone from the internet for the first time. maybe don’t introduce them to the person you’re meeting, have them split from you when you get close enough but stay nearby so you can call for them for help if needed and they can keep an eye on you.

when you get in your car in public, lock the car immediately, then put your stuff down, put your seatbelt on, and drive away. some women sit in the car with the door(s) unlocked and fix their makeup or chill on their phone for a bit or whatever. don’t do that. it leaves you vulnerable. even with the door locked, if someone was following/stalking you on your way to the car, they could sneak up to the car and plan out some BS. better to drive off and pull over somewhere else if you need to do that.

take some self-defense classes. you may never need the skills, but it’s better to have the skill to defend yourself and never need it, than to need it and not have it. also, get pepper spray or a personal alarm or another self defense item. if you get a personal alarm, get another safety device along with it, since you can’t guarantee there’ll be anyone in earshot if something happens to you, so you need to be able to hold your own as necessary. it’ll still be good to use a personal alarm in an isolated area if you can defend yourself, since the loud noise of the alarm can throw an attacker off their game, and if there ARE any potential witnesses nearby, it’ll probably draw them closer, even if only to find out wtf that noise is.

quick note that i remember from taking karate before i wrap this post up—punch from the hip. don’t draw your arm back to punch. while that does build up your momentum and power, it also gives your opponent time to prepare for your punch. hold your fist at your hip, upside down, and twist it into the correct position as you send it forward for a punch. this adds a surprising amount of power, without tipping off your opponent or wasting time drawing it back, and it takes less time and effort to do from an idle position for most people, since most people’s arms dangle at their sides when at rest. also, keep your other arm up near your face. there’s a correct technique for blocking blows, but you can do it without knowing the technique, and it’s in your best interest to keep your face protected since your nose and eyes, two incredibly vulnerable points, are there. speaking of which, if you can manage it, punch your attacker in the nose or poke their eyes. that will often distract them long enough for you to flee, and its always ideal to get out of a fight as quickly as possible. if you’re fleeing, try to turn the first corner you can and keep turning corners until you find a densely populated area where you can get lost in the crowd or a shop or something where you can hide and wait until the coast is clear.

Hi, love your work

I'm a trans girl, and I have something I'd like your help with.

I don't have any of the common sense that I would get from the life experience of being raised as a girl

I'm worried that I'll end up in a dangerous situation because I was oblivious to the risks.

thank you! thanks for stopping by, that's actually a really great thing to ask about! you definitely want to know what you're possibly getting into when it comes to other people treating you. you want to know what to expect and that's good! women have it hard and people can be very invasive

i was raised/socialized as a girl/woman before i transitioned so i can give a bit of insight, since i've been there too. these are just a few tips, it's not a comprehensive list, nor is it in any particular order. just some things to keep in mind!

Safety & General Advice Tips for Trans Women:

First and foremost, try to not let too much of this stress get to you at once. At the end of the day, womanhood can be an extremely varied experience, so your mileage will vary with a lot of these. Try not to get too wrapped up in feeling paranoid of strangers if possible, while there are strangers who can potentially want to hurt you, there are also those who are minding their own business or even support you. It's definitely okay to have your guard up, but it may affect your mental health greatly if you are starting to feel endangered by most people around you.

It's good to be informed, alert and aware, but if it starts getting to a point where the way you feel about strangers is making your quality of life worse, it may be a good idea to take the time to focus on yourself and those who love you to remind you that womanhood isn't always miserable, even though it can feel like it at times. There will still be good moments, whether you're by yourself or with friends, that you can cherish to help alleviate some of the pain that cisheteronormative patriarchy can cause.

You may notice after you come out to others that they start talking down to you, condescending to you, doubting your emotions and experiences, downplaying your struggles, or even being rude and mean about things they weren't that way about before. People have a lot of internalized misogyny and tend to compulsively begin treating a woman or someone they perceive to be a woman like they're incapable of thinking for themselves. This is really common, so if this starts happening to you, try not to let it get to you. You're not too dumb to think for yourself.

People may start to doubt your capability at your job, if you are employed. You may notice a huge shift in respect and how your customers and clients treat you, especially if you work in a male dominated field. People may ask to talk to your cis man/cis man passing coworkers instead of you and it's okay to get angry about this. You may get paid less than your cishet man/cishet man passing coworkers as well and it's okay to be angry about this, too.

Come out slowly so you can adjust and gauge how the people in your life will treat you. When coming out at first, stick to very close friends and family members you have a good relationship with. You can take this as slow or as quickly as you want. But when you're first coming out and unsure of yourself, you don't have to overwhelm yourself by telling the entire world right out of the gates if you don't want to. You can take it at your own pace.

It's up to you whether or not you want to pass as a woman, either in your personal or public life. If you don't want to pass or just don't want to try, that's okay. If passing is vital to your mental health and how you want to be seen, that's also okay. You're allowed to decide how you present and appear. Keeping your safety in mind is also super important, so if you feel the stress of trying to pass as a woman would be too much or even dangerous for you to do so, it's okay to not try to pass. You're also allowed to "look trans," too.

Makeup can and does change how peoples' faces look drastically, so you may find that makeup can help you pass for safety or personal reasons. Even something as simple as eyeliner and mascara can change the way one's face looks. Highlighter & contour used on the cheeks, nose and brow can very much transform one's appearance, and if you have very visible stubble, you can utilize foundation and other products to help mask it when in public or around other people you need to pass for safety or personal reasons.

Most strangers in public generally think that long hair = woman. There are men and other people regardless of gender who wear their hair long, but for passing, safety, or personal reasons, long hair can drastically change how strangers see you.

Layers, flowy and loose fitting clothing help mask certain traits of the body, so if you feel insecure about how strangers perceive certain parts of your body, you may be able to obscure it from strangers' view by wearing a few layers or loose fitting clothes.

You may want to avoid taking long walks in dark places at night alone if possible. It is very much true that it can be unsafe to be out late at night- this can be regardless of your gender- but as a feminine person or woman, there is a genuine risk of being out late at night without someone else around, or being inside of a car. This is a little stereotypical to say, but it is a genuine danger.

If you're out in public and ever feel like someone is stalking or following you and you're alone, pull out your cell phone if you have one and pretend to take a phone call. Talk into your phone like you're speaking to another person, and if necessary, actually call someone else. Generally speaking, someone who wants to cause harm will not want there to be witnesses, especially not someone who can hear what's happening directly and can come over to the scene or call for emergency assistance. Put your best friends, family members and other emergency contacts on speed dial or favorite contacts if your phone has that kind of feature to make it even quicker and easier.

When meeting someone from a dating app, social media or other place online for the first time, do so in a public setting like a restaurant or other busy area where there are a lot of other people nearby to prevent potentially dangerous behaviors. Try to avoid meeting up with someone for the first time at your home when and where possible. Try to avoid giving out your exact location or address before you have interacted with someone in person.

Being in groups in public can drastically increase your safety levels, especially if those people are willing to stand up for you. It's also hard for people to get a close read on you if you are with a lot of other people. The more there are of you, the better.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to carry self defense tools just in case. That won't make you a violent person, looking out for your safety is crucial. It's okay to prepare for this kind of thing.

You may find that people suddenly start being needlessly sexual toward you, or sexualize your womanhood without you telling them you enjoy that kind of thing first. People may shift their view on how they feel about you and become aggressively sexual. You are not obligated to accept that if it makes you uncomfortable.

You may find that people start to doubt your physical strength and capability for no real reason.

Trans chasers do exist, though they're not every person who's attracted to trans women. Chasers will usually focus very hard on the things that make you "non passing" to them, to the point where it makes you feel very uncomfortable because you no longer feel as though you are being viewed as a person, but rather, a sexual object that fascinates them. They may also use hurtful slurs and humiliating language toward you without your consent.

I know people say this a lot but it's true, public bathrooms can be dangerous, so it's best to stay cautious when entering one. Wear a face mask if possible inside to help people mind their own business. Avoid conversation if possible. Looking nervous may draw some attention, so keeping a cool head and focusing on the task at hand can help in some situations.

You do not have to feel ashamed of your voice, but if you're noticing people getting caught up on your voice, you can do some vocal training, or choose to speak in shorter, more concise sentences and utilize body language around those people, or both. You don't have to completely silence yourself as you deserve to speak up for yourself, but using more body language may help you have an easier time with strangers who are or may become caught up on how your voice sounds. There are all kinds if women with deep voices, but some people do focus on this.

Women's support groups and spaces can potentially be very welcoming, or very hostile depending on the people involved. There are women's spaces who accept trans women, but there are also those who do not. Try not to feel too bad on yourself if you find these spaces do not accept you, because it says nothing about you and everything about that space.

It's good to have friends, lovers and family who are also women, but cis women in particular are not always inherently safe to be around and can harm you. If you feel like the cis women around you are hurting you, you're allowed to say that they are. Cis women can be great allies and friends, but they are not inherently safer to be around than any other gender. You do not have to tell yourself they are not hurting you because women can't hurt each other. You do not have to convince yourself the pain isn't real because women are incapable of harming others. If you feel as though the cis women in your life are treating you badly, it's okay to talk about it and validate yourself in that you can genuinely be harmed by cis women and you do not have to downplay any of that pain whatsoever.

If you notice a lot of these things happening to you, It's more than okay to be angry at the shitty behaviors people may start showing you as a trans woman. It's okay to feel anger towards those actions and how people look down on women. It's okay to express your pain. It's okay to express worry and concern. It's okay to be scared. It's okay to not know what to do at first or in certain situations. It's okay to take a while to adjust to how people are treating you if it changes. As long as one doesn't direct that anger at people who haven't hurt them, there is nothing wrong with any of this.

now you may have a totally different experience depending on the people around you. there's no way to know exactly how people will treat you after coming out, so take things step by step, day by day. for your own mental health, try not to let yourself get too caught up in these things. it's great that you want to look out for potential danger! it's a very real issue, but your mental health is also super important and if you find that all you can think about is being in danger, you definitely deserve to find ways to alleviate that stress. take care of yourself when and where possible to make the experience more enjoyable.

tailor your experience in your home and personal life as much as you can to your liking. being out in public can be dangerous and scary, but you do deserve to be out somewhere, even if it's when it's just you alone in your room, talking to your friends. women, especially trans women, can be in a lot of potential danger at all times, but don't let yourself get consumed by fear all the time, as you deserve quality of life and you deserve to feel proud and euphoric about being a trans girl. you deserve validation and kindness. you deserve to feel good about yourself as a trans girl at some point, you don't have to go without that because cishet patriarchal society can be dangerous and hard.

i hope you find this even remotely helpful, i may not have been as informative as i'd like to be, but take care of yourself, okay? it's very good to want to learn the risks of what can potentially happen in society and being a woman in public. others are more than welcome to pitch in as well, please do so if you have tips & suggestions for this anon! take care for now, be good to yourself and remember that there's nothing wrong with being a woman, especially a trans woman. the people who don't like you don't define you: you do. you don't have to listen to them. they don't know who you really are.

[hayaku14]

pushing daisies kaishin au #2

pushing daisies au where shinichi has been able to revive dead animals, plants, even people since he was a child.

kudou "i can literally talk to the dead" shinichi

shinichi's parents didn’t exactly encouraged him to use this power. especially not in public. they’ve seen him revive and re-kill dead plants and animals in the same breath, it doesn’t take a detective to figure out what could happen near a human corpse.

but a young shinichi is curious, a young shinichi admired his father, and a young shinichi wanted to prove himself a detective. but most of all, a young shinichi wanted to help.

so when he saw his father struggle in solving a particular case, a young shinichi figured that maybe asking straight from the source would help give them a hint.

the complete horror in yusaku's eyes shinichi saw that day made him promise himself to never do it again.

shinichi realizes later on that reviving someone just for a clue on the whos, hows, and whys of their death only to touch them again, to basically kill them again, is sick and twisted and the realization leaves him feeling raw and dirty.

he then decides that if he’s gonna find out the truth, if he’s gonna bring justice, it’s not by making the victims suffer a second death. he will unravel the mystery not by magic but by logic.

the curious case of kuroba kaito

hakuba immediately contacts shinichi.

“he was...a friend. if i have to gather all the best detectives to catch his murderer then so be it.”

hakuba goes on to explain.

it was a kid heist. shots were fired. snipers. kaitou kid was caught on camera falling, as if he’d been shot, but he appears a minute later flying away on his glider with not a speck of blood on his suit. all should be well however, a few buildings away in an alleyway, the body of kuroba kaito is found dead. gunshots through the heart and chest.

a simple explanation would’ve been that the glider was a fake activated by kid’s assistant as a last ditch effort to save his legacy and this kuroba kaito was kaitou kid himself. he would’ve said it out loud but by the look on hakuba’s face, he can tell that he already connected those dots long before shinichi even stepped foot in the morgue. that wasn’t what hakuba called him for.

“can i...take a look at the body alone?”

hakuba raises an eye at him but moves to leave without questioning. "alright then. i have to check on another friend anyway. she's been...distraught ever since she heard the news and..." hakuba's words trail away as his eyes unconsciously drifted towards kuroba kaito's covered body. shinichi patiently waits through the quiet pain that he sees on hakuba. the pinch in his brows, the tenseness of his body. he must've been a really good friend.

hakuba shakes his head and turns his attention back to shinichi. "sorry, i...its been a long day. i'll leave you here then. call me if you find anything."

left alone, shinichi carefully zips open the body bag covering kaitou kid's upper body. he looked eerily similar to himself and imagining his own body cold and dead in the morgue sent a shiver down his spine. shaking his head, he pulls a chair close and reads through the file hakuba brought him.

"no witnesses. no camera. not a trace nor lead to anything. just some reports on mysterious gunshots in previous heists that lead to nowhere." they were professionals, whoever did this, shinichi thought. it was not going to be an easy case.

he takes another peek at the body. so this was kaitou kid, huh. too young to be the same as the one before his hiatus. perhaps a successor? motive could be related to his predecessor. his mother hasn't said anything of interest. does she really not know or is she protecting him? he runs his hand through his hair. there's too little information to go on...unless...

temptation rears its head. the source of information is right there in front of him. one touch and it could open up new leads to the case. an immediate disgust twists deep into his gut. he promised himself to never use it on people. to never kill. his father's haunted eyes embedded in his mind. he shouldn't. he really shouldn't. but he remembers the anguished look on hakuba's face. if he was going to do it, this might be the only good time. any longer and his touch would not revive kid. and gone along with him would be vital information to catch his murderer.

shinichi heaves a deep sigh. he has never used his abilities on dead people since that one incident as a child but he couldn't shake off the look on hakuba's face. it was now or never. shinichi reaches for kid's hand.

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pushing daisies au #1

[ratatatastic]

"Someone said it, I forget who said it but, like, 'you dream your entire life on being on a team that freakin' good.' Right? It was meant to be—it was destiny. That save Bob made not even fucking looking? Like I bought the t-shirt! 'The Bobbery!' It's—" "Fuck, yeah!" "Bob—What's he like?" "That's the kind-of shit that you realise is just destiny...in my opinion..." "Does he talk?" "Does he smile?" "Bob? Yeah! Bob's awesome! Yeah, yeah—again, one of those perfect people."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.30.24 (x)

even ekky isnt immune to good merch hats off to breakingt thats ekkys most prised possession now XD