#u mi's library

[sangahnomiya]

"Love me— that's all I ask of you..."

once again, the phantom of the opera nvfr brainrot has consumed me,, listen I am so WEAK for the lil spin that Raoul and Christine do after the kiss and I had to draw it as nvfr

ref photo + link UTC!

[cyberkitty1]

imagine miles with a shy reader like they would be so cute, he spoils her, calls her cute nicknames, just treats her differently than what she's used to omg 🤭🤭🤭

ALL OF MY WORK DISAPPEARED IM SO SADDDD

- You guys eat lunch together he doesn’t care if his friends laugh or make fun of him. You have friends too you are not a loser just shy.

- you guys dont eat in the lunchroom if it’s spring/summer you eat outside if its too hit or too cold you eat in the library.

- YOU HAVE THE MAGNETIC BRACELETS THAT WHEN YOU HOLD HANDS THEY CONNECT CALL ME A LIAR IDC THIS

he refuses the pink ones or the “girly” ones bc he says it would make him look like weird idk

- He never leaves your side in public spaces, like when you go shopping or to the mall. Even if you go into underwear/bra stores he’s always with you. You walk around like this

- he always uses cute nicknames on u

mi vida

mi cielo

mi mundo

mami

ma

bebe

princesa

bonita

hermosa

mi flor

mi todo

the whole list

- now for the pictures u take 😈

this

this

this

this

this

this

MANY MORE BUT IM LAZY

- he tries not to raise his voice at you, he’s so sweet idc if im lying to myself let me live 😢

[pxgeturner]

Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

before you follow. m.list. Iron Fist gfx library. series m.list. tag list.

Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.

wc. 1.5k

an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

please don't forget to reblog! likes do nothing to boost engagement.

Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

[kairiscorner]

I absolutely LOVE your Miggy fics, they make me wanna tear the screen open and eat them

ANYWAYS, I was wondering if you could do a shy!reader and just a really cuddly Miguel? Like reader could come home from a bad day and Miguel just swoops them up and cuddles them on the couch or in bed. THANKS, UR THE BEST KAHSDGBKAJJJE

- The 🐢 anon

˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

double feature 3: a big teddy bear of a man; cuddly miguel o'hara a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAA TY LOVELY, and no, YOU are the best <333 THIS IMAGINE IS SO LOVELY WTF, i wanna eat and marry it all at once. hoping u like this !!!!!

it was always a pain for you to think of conveniencing others, you learned how to live most of your life sneaking away from others and just dealing your problems all on your own; but when you'd come home to your partner, miguel, oh, he'd immediately offer his help and himself to all of you just to make your day a bit brighter. he isn't the smartest nor keenest when it comes to his own emotions and others' emotions—but he was always one to be concerned about practically everything about you if he found out something was bothering you or you weren't feeling alright. miguel knew that you had the tendency to shut people out or to shut yourself away from everyone else, but today, he was going to put an end to you brushing your problems under the rug. when he asked you when you got home how was work, and you took too long to answer him because you desperately wished to tell him the truth, you also didn't want him to worry and contemplated on the thought of lying to him about it.

he wasted no time and gently wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground effortlessly; you yelped in surprise, not expecting miguel to carry you all of a sudden. you told him to put you down, that it was okay, you totally didn't have one of the most exhausting days of your life at work—totally! but miguel wasn't buying it and gently set you down on the bed and curled up next to you, wrapping his sculpted arms around you again as if he knew you were going to escape him yet again. "mi tesoro... please look at me, amor." he begged of you in a soft voice, trying to hide the concern in his tone but failing miserably. you turned on your side to see his once hardened, distant expression transform into one of longing; his big, brown eyes brightening up as you did.

he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek and sighed. "if you're ever struggling, please just... don't be scared to tell me everything. i might not have all the solutions, but i want to be your refuge. can i maybe... hug the hurt, fatigue, sadness—all those negative, confusing feelings away? it's the least i can do for mi dulce amor." he mutters as he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers with you, moving in closer with you as his nose touches yours, his lips mere centimeters away from your own. you nodded and told him you'd try, and that he could touch you; with miguel, in his haste, pressing his lips against yours as he embraced your smaller frame. his lips lingered on your for a few more seconds, until he finally pulled away and held you tighter and closer. "i would stay like this with you forever, if the multiverse would only let me... i take away all that bad stuff you've had to deal with and just... make everything okay, not just feel okay. because i love you..." he told you as he kissed the tip of your nose and buried his face in the crook of your neck, relishing this moment with you, and savoring it even more as he felt your soft, littler hands around his waist. he tensed up at first, but succumbed to your touch and sighed, expressing in a million ways and touches that he truly loved you and wants nothing more than an eternity of peace and loving with you and only you.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[seungssky]

meet me at seven - k.mingyu & j.wonwoo smau

based off of the songs '7PM' by BooSeokSoon and Peder Elias and 'Bittersweet' by WONWOO, MINGYU, and LeeHi

pairing: ot13 x reader -> k. mingyu x fem!reader x j. wonwoo genre: comedy, drama, ot13 svt crack/sillyness, romance in later chapters ooo extra info: fem!reader -> language arts major, college au, olderbrother!seungcheol >:), social media au with some written parts, guest starring kim doyoung and some of nct127, guest starring bestfriend!huh yunjin and bestfriend!chaewon of le sserafim + way more theres too much to add to this LMFAOAOOA warnings: mild swearing, mature topics (drinking, controlling relationship, etc) -> will put a content disclaimer in each chapter title!

synopsis: y/n runs into two other english majors on campus during her shift at the campus library, and somehow strikes up a conversation with them. she then finds out those two boys and the rest of their friends live on the same floor of the apartment complex as her and her roommates. how did we end up in this situation?

started: 7/26/2023 ended: ---

updates every wednesday and saturday

meet me at seven official playlist

masterlist profiles one / profiles two

・❥・thinkin' about you

・❥・when i grow up

・❥・crush

・❥・let me hear you say

・❥・flower

・❥・simple

・❥・pretty u

・❥・adore u

・❥・do re mi

・❥・our dawn is hotter than day

・❥・thanks

・❥・trauma

・❥・i can't run away

・❥・i don't know

・❥・circles

・❥・i don't understand but i luv u

・❥・space

・❥・shadow

・❥・rock with you

・❥・home

・❥・ready to love

・❥・lean on me

・❥・to you

・❥・darl+ing

・❥・same dream, same mind, same night

・❥・happy ending (epilogue)

・❥・2 minus 1 (bonus chapter)

a note from seungssky: hello everybody! welcome to a new fic im working on, this will be a long one, so i hope you stay tuned for the ride! if you're wanting to be added to the tag list, reply to this masterlist post <3 ill upload as often as possible, so please be patient :) hope you enjoy whats to come.

reply to be added to a taglist!

[firenati0n]

song tag games (it's a 2 in 1!) <3

hello! so sorry i have been so horrifically behind in the lil games!! thank you for tagging me ily this is so fun! here is a twofer :D

fave song from the list game:

rules: put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

ten songs!

rules: hit shuffle on a playlist and post the first ten songs.

i shuffled my proposal au playlist hehe:

I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

Hate That You Know Me - Bleachers

Don't You (Forget About Me)

Miracles Happen - Myra

Just Asking - Aquilo

Carry On - Josef Salvat

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

Dancing in the Moonlight - Toploader

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

xoxo roop

+ open tag + tagging back below the cut:

i have been so behind on my tag games fr i am so so sorry but thank you to @run-for-chamo-miles @gay-flyboys @onward--upward @cha-melodius @benwvatt

@cultofsappho @14carrotghoul @blueeyedgrlwrites @myheartalivewrites @saturntheday

@littlemisskittentoes @bigassbowlingballhead @leaves-of-laurelin @porcelainmortal @sparklepocalypse

@suseagull04 @everwitch-magiks @caterpills @changinghearts @energievie

@zwiazdziarka @alasse9 @kiwiana-writes @whimsymanaged @kiwiana-writes

@wordsofhoneydew @anincompletelist @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @orchidscript @welcometololaland

@cricketnationrise @celeritas2997 @myheartalivewrites @nontoxic-writes

[salanaii]

Learn Korean with me - Week 19

Day 1 - 3: Vocab

** Don't forget your journals and of course Netflix.

꿉니다 Kkum ni da Dream/dreams/to dream

도서관 Do seo gwan Library/libraries

고마워 Go ma wo Thanks

잠 Jam Sleep/slumber

남자 Nam ja Man

아이스크림 A I seu keu rim Ice cream

배스킨라빈스 Bae seu kin ra bin seu Baskin Robbins

아이 A i Child

콜라 Kor ra Cola

아파트 A pa teu Apartment

또는 Tto neun Or/either

여자 Yeo ja Woman

우의 U ui Friendship/raincoat

우유 U yu Milk

뽀뽀 Ppo ppo Kiss

듀오링고 Dyu o ring go Duolingo

여자아이 Yeo ja a i Girl

여자들 Yeo ja deur Women

아니요 A ni yo No

남자아이 Nam ja a i Boy

개 Gae Dog

학�� Hag saeng Student

가수 Ga su Singer

제 Je My

고양이 Go yang i Cat

음식 Eum sig Food/cook

한국 Han gug Korea

메시지 Me si ji Message

도넛 Do neos Doughnut

신문 Sin mun Newspaper

씨 Ssi Seed/Ms/Mr

집 Jib House

파티 Pa ti Party

부산 Bu san Busan

서울 Seo ul Seoul

맥도날드 Maeg do nar deu McDonald’s

모터스 Mo teo seu Motors

삼성 Sam Seong Samsung

도쿄 Do kyo Tokyo

블루윙즈 Beur ru wing seu Bluewings

유나이티드 Yu na I ti deu United

드래곤즈 Deu rae gon jeu Dragons

뉴욕 Nyu yog New York

스타벅스 Seu ta beog seu Starbucks

런던 Reon deon London

사과 Sa gwa Apple

연필 Yeon pir Pencil

개미 Gae mi Ant

방 Pang Room

수영합니다 Su yeong hab ni da Swim/swims/is swimming

[itsokbbygrl]

It’s Me, Hi!

Just a quick intro post for new friends to this space :)

My Writing | Things I've Beta'd | A Peek Into My Brain

For The Horny Babes: Wank Bank | My Library

For Fic Notifications

Hi! I’m LJ (short for Elizabeth Jane. yes, it’s giving Pride and Prejudice.) I’m 33, queer (putting the B in LGBT), located in the Midwestern USA. She/her pronouns are preferred, please. ♡ Here’s my last three selfies (4/5/24 and 9/30/23) feat. my curly curly bangs that never want to stay blown out. I’m a real person, promise.

My DMs and inbox (buenas, mis pollitas! = say hello, my little chickens) are always open, I promise I’m friendly. If you are my mutual I am kissing you on the forehead and the mouth because I luh u. 💖 Come say hello sometime! Some extras below the cut.

My mother would describe me as, “striking,” and, “a little intimidating,” and, “incredibly smart.” I would describe me as, “a retired theatre kid,” and, “an anxious mess,” and, “bad at following through on completing WIPs but always coming up with new stories.” (Also witty, tenacious, and a keenly creative but ew that’s so honest.)

I’m a 🔮woowoo🔮 girly. Libra sun, Aquarius moon, Sagittarius rising (Virgo Mercury and Venus, Gemini Mars if we’re going full big six). I grew up in the performing arts (dance first, then singing, then acting, then I threw them all together in musical theater).

I love a good old fashioned Midwestern goodbye (welp! it’s about that time!), hockey (pls don’t ask me about my team this season, it’ll just be depressing, tank for Celebrini I guess 🥴), a good glass of wine or a smooth pull (or 5…) off the pen 🍃, and pets (the animals, but I also will not turn down physical affection lol). Anyway! That's enough for now. You can always find more things that are very "me" in my "LJ core" tag. Ok byeeeee!

[bittermarching]

Makes no sense to me when people have a "do Not follow me if you believe/don't believe xyz" in bio or post "unfollow me now if you think ___" Like, you're not seeing their posts, they're seeing yours. And wouldn't you want people who don't agree with you to follow you and see your posts? To learn something new, to change their minds?

Not that you have the obligation to argue with any idiot who comes across your blog ofc -- but why not make opposing viewpoints available to people who may be mis/uninformed? My blog policy is the same as a library: the ideas and resources are open to whoever, but if you make too much noise I reserve the right to kick u tf out.

[pretentiouswreckingball]

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most! Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

thank you for the tag mi amor @blossoms-and-possums <3

no pressure tags: @whorerific @deermessrs @frank-lilac @bellaxisworld @belleandsaintsebastian @moongays @spacexcowgirl @otrtbs @nevvaraven @inevitablestars @moonysfavoritedog and OPEN TAG

[quitealotofsodapop]

En instagran me vi reel de memes ''mi papá a las 5 de la mañana'' en vez de estudiar por su puesto que se levantaba tirando las sandalias y estas se escuchaban por toda la casa, las tos fuerte, la orina a chorro de rio y el tintineo de llaves XDDD y dije ''ese es Wukong/Pigsy'' u otro reel en el que vi a un papá durmiendo con la tele encendida y su hijo la apaga solo para que se despierte inmediatamente para decir ''para que la apagas si estaba viendo'' XDD me imagino a Wukong en esta situación y uno de los niños c:

translated via DeepL;

"On instagran I saw a reel of memes ''my dad at 5am'' instead of studying of course he would get up throwing his sandals and they would be heard all over the house, the loud coughing, the urine spurting and the keys jingling XDDD and I said ''that's Wukong/Pigsy'', the urine spurting and the jingling of keys XDDD and I said ''that's Wukong/Pigsy'' or another reel where I saw a dad sleeping with the TV on and his son turns it off only for him to wake up immediately to say ''why turn it off if he was watching'' XDDD I can imagine Wukong in this situation and one of the kids c:"

Pigsy is def the "wakes up loudly at 5am" kinda dad (I should know I live with one XD). Lots of groaning, grunting, and loud bathroom noises.

Wukong makes more noise cus he *needs* to have a multistep shower/hygiene and clothing routine before he's awake.

Meanwhile, Tang and Macaque are snoring away. The library and the theatre aren't going anywhere after all.

Tang only wakes up when he smells Pigsy's cooking. He's quick to perk up for the day though

Macaque wakes when he darn well feels like it, crawling out of the bed covers into comfy clothes. Takes forever to awake fully.

[sangahnomiya]

Nearest, Dearest, Fairest

In a crowd of ten thousand, my beloved alone is the fairest of them all.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/51633574

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 16: Frustrations

Tuesday you entered the garage once Marco brought the two of you back to your house for the day. Sure enough there was your car - you’re practically new car. Everything had either been machined, replaced, or refurbished, and you were certain the only miles on the new engine were however many Kid used to make sure everything was perfect before driving it from the shop to here.

“Wow.” Marco whistles. “It looks brand new.”

“Technically it practically is.” You admit, walking by the small work bench you had in the garage and picking the keys up before walking around it. “Man, Usopp did a phenomenal job.”

The 1978 phoenix design had been expertly recreated on the hood. Black lined the body, fading into blue, and then teal, and finally there was small golden area around where the bird’s heart would be. The wings were hollow like the original design, lined thinly in metallic gold with teal for the flames. Against the blue of the car’s body it really made the design pop.

The final touches were what you and Usopp had talked about the most. It was based off a design you’d seen of the mythological Phoenix in a book you’d read. One that, well, you weren’t sure anyone else had access to anymore.

Three sets of golden rings chained from the main body of the bird’s tail feathers. One wove its way down around the headlight assembly, the final orb painted behind the car’s manufacturer’s insignia. The other two chains slid off the hood and fluttered down the quarter panels of the car, ending just before the door handles.

“`What uh… what prompted these colors and this design?” Marco questions, walking around the car with you and admiring the work.

“It’s a little unorthodox right? Usually the phoenix is depicted with reds and golds. A powerful entity of life and rebirth and immortality.” You begin. “Timeless and mythological.”

Running your fingers over the last few chain links of golden tail feathers on the car’s door you pause for a moment before continuing.

“I read a book a long time ago, thanks to Ivan shoving books in my hands almost faster than I could read them, that had an illustration of the phoenix with colors like these.” You smile softly, a mix of the memory and your little white lie. Ivankov had shoved books into your hands as fast as you could read them when you were younger, but even so, most of the books you had read were contained within your library. A place no one could enter unless you let them.

A place that would get you executed on the spot, changed world or not, if anyone ever learned about it. You hadn’t even told Ivan about it, though you were pretty sure that he knew you had a devil fruit, even if you never used it or talked about it. Your surrogate guardian was dangerously observant.

“It was a book on Devil Fruits,” you say a little abruptly, pulling yourself out of your own memories. “That’s where I got the word tori too. The Tori Tori no Mi are a class of bird-related devil fruits, and besides, Tori-chan is just an absolutely adorable name for a car that’s probably going to sound like a demon if I rev the engine a little roughly.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re a, uh, fan of that devil fruit?” His words are a little awkward, but his expression is relaxed. He gives you an easy smile when you look over at him.

“I mean, it is a really cool fruit, but I don’t know that I’d say I was a fan.” You clarify. “No matter what a devil fruit is or does, the effectiveness of any of them is based on a ton of different variables. The stamina of the user, their capacity to mesh with the fruit, the creativity required to utilize it, and the control to keep from burning themselves out.”

You clear your throat a little, popping the trunk to see if Kid left you any surprises. “If I was a fan of any fruit, it’d be more like being a fan of the person who had it. You know, how well they could use it, and what they used it for.” You explain, pulling out a jumper kit, an emergency kit and a blanket from the trunk before lifting up the floor to see how the spare tire and jack were situated.

“I mean, who’d be a fan of someone who had like, a healing fruit and all they did was go around and kill people?” You start putting the kits back in the trunk and give Marco a smile. “It wouldn’t be the fruit’s fault, at least, but what a waste.”

“That makes sense.” He murmurs. Taking in a breath he smiles, focusing on you more than the car. “Want some company for your first drive?”

You grin. “You trust me enough to relinquish control like?” You tease.

Marco grins. “I like driving my car, yoi.” He begins. “It doesn’t mean I have trust issues.”

“Mmm, but you do like being in control.” You assert, giving him a pointed look as you unlock the car.

“You’re not talking about driving anymore.” He grins, getting into the passenger seat and setting it as far back as it will go.

“I was not,” you admit, settling in and hitting the garage door before you start up the car. The engine in your Firebird is a little louder than Marco’s SEL, but it rumbles smoothly, and the even though it’s amplified within the confines of the garage, it’s not so loud as to be a nuisance.

“It feels like it’s been months since I’ve gotten behind the wheel.” You run your hands over the steering wheel. “It’s a little surreal honestly.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, everything’s new, effectively. This isn’t my car, but it is most certainly my car.” You try to explain. “Kid did a solid job.”

“You’re not wrong, yoi. I might have to consider seeing if he’d be willing to be my primary mechanic.”

“If you actually let him work on that SEL he’d probably pay you for the privilege.” You laugh. “Next time we have a reason to go to the shop I’ll see if I can get him to show you Victoria.” You turn, looking over your shoulder as you back out of the garage. “It’s certainly one thing you two have in common, if nothing else.”

“Hm? He’s more into the older luxury cars?”

“Yeah, Vicky’s a 1957 Bel Air.”

You drove the two of you along a few back roads, hitting a long open stretch and really opening the motor for a couple of miles. You didn’t want to push your luck too much, but it was nice to be behind the wheel again. It was even nicer to have a car that wasn’t going to break down on you on the way to work, or well, anywhere within the island honestly.

You and Marco talked about cars while you drove. How he effectively inherited his from his Pops, and you admitted that your car had been a gift from Ivankov. It wasn’t in the greatest shape when you’d first gotten it, and you’re pretty sure Ivan had only meant for you to drive it for a couple of years before buying your own.

Before the car had given out, however, you’d ended up getting close to Kid. With his business it just made sense to let him keep the car running, and in the process you yourself had learned quite a bit about cars. It had worked out in the end, and even Kid had been trying to get you to replace the Firebird for the last couple of years.

He wasn’t sick of working on it, so much as he was probably worried the frame would just snap while you were in the middle of driving.

But now that wasn’t a concern. Tori-chan was as new and as safe as you could hope for, and in a way the entire process really had made her something of a phoenix.

After the drive it was dinner.

And then farewells.

The kiss in the foyer was gentle, long, sweet, and entirely too brief.

Your fingers had stayed entwined in his for as long as you could possibly manage, and you didn’t want him to leave.

He didn’t want to leave.

But there would be work in the morning, and you had your date plans set for Friday. Time that had danced around you and slipped through your fingers might deign to slow the next couple of days, but it would still move forward. It had no other choice.

Once you closed your front door, however, you had a problem you hadn’t really ever had before.

Your home was empty.

Empty hadn’t ever really been a word you had used to describe it before. It was, perhaps, a bit too big for a single person, but it had all that you needed and more. You had shelves of books, plenty of storage, and room enough to host parties occasionally. A little more than modest, decidedly less than ostentatious.

But it hadn’t ever felt empty before. Not like this.

You tried to tell yourself it was the rush of a new love, but you’d had “new” lovers before now, and even then your home had been comfort. The peace and quiet gave you time to recharge, or cool off. It never left you feeling almost hollow.

Almost cold.

It was frustrating! You were full-grown, not some teenager led around by your nose by your libido. There was no reason to be so dramatic about it.

Flopping onto the couch with a sigh, you already knew the problem wasn’t your libido. Sure there was a lot of chemistry between you, and a lot of tension, and a lot of tenderness too. You teased each other on near equal terms, and you were certain he was struggling as much as you were.

The flush in his cheeks, the red in his ears, the heat that rolled off his neck and the desire that slipped from his lips like silk. The way his fingers twitched and flexed, and the pleased sounds that rattled around in his chest.

The way he restrained himself even though you could tell he just wanted to completely take over.

In some ways you wanted to let him. Not to lose yourself in him completely, but a little. Enough that, at least in certain situations, you could happily let him lead. Let him decide.

Let him hunt you.

“-you’re going to end up that Vet’s pet, little mouse.” Kid’s words echo in your brain a little, and you scoff into the empty air of your home.

Empty.

Grumbling and muttering, you pull yourself off the couch and grab a shower before turning in early for the day. Time would pass because it had to, and if you were just going to be frustrated sitting on the couch, you might as well get a little extra rest.

If things went well this weekend you’d need the extra energy anyway.

[ninelanguages]

Kanji for "way", "path", "road", "way of moral conduct"

道 = dou/ tou/ michi

歩道- hodou - a sidewalk - ほどう

帰り道に- kaerimichini - on one's way home (back) - かえりみちに

道に迷う- michinimayou - to lose one's way - みちにまよう

道具- dougu - a tool/ a utensil/ an instrument - どうぐ

柔道- juudou - Judo (Literally "gentle way")- じゅうどう

剣道- kendou - Kendo (Literally "way of the sword") - けんどう

水道- suidou - waterworks/ water service (supply) - すいどう

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Kanji for "write", "writing", "book"

書- kaku / sho

教科書- kyoukasho - a textbook/ a schoolbook - きょうかしょ

辞書- jisho - a dictionary/ a lexicon/ a glossary/ a thesaurus - じしょ

名前を書- namae (w)o gaku - to write one's name - なまえ　を　がく

下書き- shitagaki - a (rough) draft - したがき

図書核- toshokaku - a library - としょがく

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Kanji for "construction", "work", "artisan"

工 = kou/ ku

工芸品- kougeihin - a handicraft - こうげいひん

工場- koujou - a factory / a plant/ a workshop - こうじょう

工業- kougyou - (an) industry/ the manufacturing industry - こうぎょう

工事- kouji - contruction work - こうじ

大工- daiku - a carpenter - だいく

人工の- jinkouno - artificial/ manmade - じんこうの

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Kanji for "sky", "air", "emptiness"

空 - kou/ sora/ a•ku/ a•keru/ kara

空手- karate - karate - からて

(Literally: empty hand)

空港- kuukou - an airport - くうこう

空く- aku - to become vacant (free)/ to be free - あく

空気- kuuki - air/ an atmosphere - くうき

空- sora - the sky/ the blue/ the heavens/ (the) weather - そら

空き缶- akikan - an empty can - あきかん

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Kanji for "use", "employ", "messenger"

使 = shi/ tsuka•u

使う- tsukau - to use/ to handle/ to spend/ to employ - つかう

使い捨ての- tsukaisuteno - disposable/ throwaway/ single-use - つかいすての

天使- tenshi - an angel - てんし

使いこなす- tsukaikonasu - to use sth. effeciently/ to manage (people) - つかいこなす

使用- shiyou - use/ employment - しよう

使い方- tsukaikata - how to use (handle/ treat)/ management - つかいかた

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Kanji for "direction", "way" "square", "side"

方 = hou/ kata

方法- houhou - a way (of doing)/ a method/ a system/ a means - ほうほう

この方- konokata - this gentleman/ this lady - このかた

方言- hougen - a dialect - ほうげん

両方- ryouhou - both sides - りょうほう

片方- katahou - one side/ the other side - かたほう

読み方- yomikata - pronounciation/ a way of reading/ how to read - よみかた

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Kanji for "foot", "leg", "suffice", "be enough"

足 = soku/ ashi/ ta•riru/ ta•ru/ta•su

足- tasu - to add (to) / to make up (for)/ to supply - たす

足首- ashikubi - an ankle - あしくび

満足- manzoku - satisfaction/ contentment/ gratification - まんぞく

足りる- tariru - to be enough (sufficient) - たりる

足が痛い- ashigaitai - have a pain in one's leg (foot) - あしがいたい

不足- fusoku - shortage/ insufficiency - ふそく

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Kanji for "origin", "beginning", "element"

元 = gen/ gan / moto

元 - genki - spirits/ energy/ vigor/ pep - げんき

元気のない- genki no nai - depressed/ low-spirited/ cheerless - げんき　の　ない

足元に- ashimotoni - at one's feet - あしもとに

元首相- motoshushou - the former Prime Minister - もとしゅしょう

元々- motomoto - originally/ from the outset/ all along/ by nature - もともと

元日- ganjitsu - New Year's Day - がんじつ

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Kanji for "taste", "flavour"

味 = mi/ aji/ aji•wau

味わう- ajiwau - to taste/ to relish/ to savor/ to appreciate - あじわう

味をつける- aji (w)o tsukeru - to season (food)/ to flavor (food) - あじをつける

興味- kyoumi - (an) interest (in something) - きょうみ

味見する- ajimisuru - to taste/ to try (have) a taste of/ to sample - あじみする

趣味- shumi - an interest/ a hobby - しゅみ

意味- imi - (a) meaning/ a sense - いみ

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Kanji for "outside", "without", "foreign"

外 = soto/ hoka/ hazu•su/ hazu•reru/gai/ge

外側- sotogawa - the outside/ outer side/ exterior - そとがわ

家の外- ie no soto - outside the home - いえ　の　そと

外食する- gaishokusuru - to eat out/ to dine out - がいしょくする

郊外- kougai - (in) the suburbs (of)/ suburbia - こうがい

外す- hazusu - to take off/ to remove/ to unfasten /to miss - はずす

外科- geka - (the science of) surgery / the surgical department - げか

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Kanji for "weak"

弱 = jaku/ yowa•i/ yowa•ru/ yowa•maru/ yowa•meru

数字に弱い- suujiniyowai - have no (a poor) head for numbers - すうじによわい

弱点- jakuten - a weakness/ a weak point/ a shortcoming - じゃくてん

気が弱い- kigayowai - do not have the courage (guts/nerve) to do - きがよわい

体が弱い- karada ga yowai - to have a weak constitution - からだ　が　よわい

弱る- yowaru - to grow weak/ to weaken - よわる

弱まる- yowamaru - to weaken/ to abate - よわまる

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Kanji for "heavy", "weight", "pile up", "duplicate", "repeat"

重 = shou/ chou/ e/ omo•i/ kasa•ne/ kasa•naru

二重の- nijuuno - double/ twofold/ dual - にじゅうの

重ねる- kasaneru - to pile up - かさねる

重要な- juuyouna - important/ essential/ principal - じゅうような

三重県- mieken - Mie prefecture (of Kinki region) -みえけん

重い- omoi - heavy/ weighty/ clumsy/ slow/ grave/ serious - おもい

重大な- juudaina - serious/ important/ grave - じゅうだいな

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Kanji for "top", "up", "upper part", "rise", "go up", "climb up"

上 = jou/ shou/ ue/ uwa/ kami/ a•geru/ a•garu/ nobo•ru

差し上げる- sashiageru - to lift (up) / to raise/ to give/ to present - さしあげる

申し上げる- moushiageru - to tell/ to say/ to state/ to mention/ to relate - もうしあげる

上手な- jouzuna - skillful/ skilled/ dexterous/ proficient/ clever - じょうずな

上着- uwagi - a coat/ a jacket/ outerwear - うわぎ

机の上- tsukue no ue - on a desk - つくえ　の　うえ

上がる- agaru - to go up/ to rise/ to be promoted - あがる

[your-friendly-sociopath]

Hear me out can you please do a yandere Amity or Hunter with a quiet and gentle darling that wears Jirai Kai fashion because of their social anxiety and abandonment issues so they wear Jirai Kai fashion because it's cute and it works as a coping mechanism

And can it be with a darling doesn't fight back even after being kidnapped by them as long as they don't try to harm the darling they have no reason to try to fight back or run away

By the way how are you

Interesting, I'ma do amity grown up married to luz, it can be like a platonic yandere couple thing for the reader..

Also I'm doing fine, sorry for taking literally forever to post, I'm the master of procrastination

PLATONIC Yandere Amity x Luz w/ child reader

Both women are in their late thirties early forties with no children as of yet

Until they meet you

Luz was the first one to meet you

You were at the palismen forest meeting with Hunter to get your own magical companion when she bumped into you

You apologized profusely, worried shed yell at you, but pleasantly surprised when she brushed it off

Hunter saw you two interacting and introduced the two of yall

Immediately you two hit it off, bonding over your mutual love for Azura

When you got your own palismen (ur fav animal, I'm not choosing for u) you said good bye to luz and flew away

Luz watched you go with a faint smile on her face, you reminded her of herself when she was younger

Luz went home and told amity all about you

Amity was intrigued with you and decided she must meet you herself

So a week later you "accidentally" bumped into Amity at the library

She noticed you holding all the Azura books, barely able to see over them, and offered to help you carry them

When the two of you dropped the books down on an unoccupied table, you noticed a picture and amity and luz fall from her pocket

Your eyes widened when you realized that this was the amity luz had mentioned a few times

Amity smiled when you pointed out her picture, asking if she was Luz's wife

Before she could respond, you bombarded her with questions about both the human realm and humans, never having gotten the chance to go yourself

Amity gently placed her hand on your shoulder and cut you off, saying she and Luz would be happy to answer any questions you had

Your smile grew wide as you nodded vigorously, happy to know that, unlike other adults in your life, she didn't reject you or shut you down

The two of you agreed to meet up at their place in a day or two

As soon as amity got home, she told Luz the good news

Both of them were beyond happy

Any attempts to have children (whether magically or by adopting) had failed in the past, and they saw you as a chance to start a family

They just didn't know if you would agree or not

So they planned to slip sleeping nettles in your drink when you visited, and keep you as their own child

Little did they know, you would have been overjoyed at the opportunity of having loving parents, considering how you had none of your own

So when you went over to their place, you were completely unsuspecting

It went really well for the first half hour, then they have you a drink, and moments later, you collapsed

When you woke up you were in a room not your own, with the door locked and your magic restrained (just to be safe)

Then Luz and Amity walked in, each sitting on each side of the bed next you

They explained how you were going to be stuck with them (preferably forever, but they didn't say that) and said they were adopting you, whether you liked it or not ( ok they didn't say that exactly but it was implied)

Instead of fighting back or getting upset, you simply smiled and slowly let yourself relax, relieved that they didn't have worse intentions and happy that someone actually wanted you

Amity and Luz were surprised, then ecstatic

They hugged you close, happy to finally have a child of their own

You were absolutely perfect for them

"Don't worry mi hija, we'll keep you safe,"

"Yes, you'll never be in danger or lonely again, now that your ours ~ "

Ok the options were Hunter and amity, but I already did Hunter and can't imagine amity a yandere if luz isn't one as well

[thecozykirin]

Day 7 Rumor / Discovery

( Had this really cute idea in my brain and I didn't want to go to sleep and lose it by the morning and it is the 24th where I am so it counts! Had so much fun doing the writer challenge, all of your compliments mean a lot to me and my husband and we're so happy you enjoy the stories of our characters <3 )

@daily-writing-challenge

It was one of those days for U-Jinn. Some days were better than others, time had dulled his daughter's absence to a faint ache in his chest but it never truly got better, and like a chronic condition, it would flare to a sharp pang under the right circumstances. For as virtuous and honorable as the monks of the White Tiger Temple liked to claim themselves to be, gossip was poisonous nectar that tempted even the most stalwart of tongues, despite the words of warning of engaging in such activities that rolled off them later to the cubs. Rules for thee and not for me, U-Jinn supposed. He could hear them from where he worked, muttering to each other and shooting an occasional glance his way. "Has he really been here all night?" "Yes, he still doesn't like to go home." "Poor dear, I couldn't even imagine..." "It's been eight years since she's been gone, he can't hold on forever." "You're telling me they never found her, no trace?" "None, but I heard she left on an errand." "Do you think any of the outsiders had something to do with it? They've brought shifty types to our shores before." "Maybe, but /I/ heard that she was hiding something. Yoo-Mi said she was ill quite often and would often excuse herself...then, a week before she left she said she saw her go to the medic." "Oh, dear, you don't think...?" "Well, I don't know who could have done it. She kept to herself often." "Maybe a boy from the village?" "Mayb---" Slam. U-Jinn had unceremoniously slammed the crate of returned books and scrolls that still needed to be sorted upon his workspace, causing both of the Pandarens' heads to jerk up abruptly, ears swiveling. "So sorry." U-Jinn stared, his voice blank and eyes hard. With a nervous smile, the two exchanged an anxious look before bowing their heads and quickly hurrying out, leaving U-Jinn alone to stew in his thoughts. Inhaling sharply through his teeth, the old bear bit back the unkind words on his mind's tongue, pressing his own hard against the back of his fangs as he began to sort through the books and scrolls. Fist of the First Dawn: Rise of the Pandaren Revolution. He marked it down as returned and moved on to the next title. Encyclopedia of Pandaren Herbs U-Jinn's brow lofted, quite a read....next. The Moon Rabbit

U-Jinn paused, breath catching in his throat as his eyes beheld the faded gold lettering of the title. The title itself wasn't strange, had this been a public library. This book was a popular fable for cubs, and it was always a particular favorite of..... His heart leapt in his chest. There had been few articles missing from her room aside from a few clothes. The cover was a navy blue, darker splotches of stains and wear and tear dotting the surface around the indented silver filled figure of a rabbit gazing up at Azeroth's little moon. By the Celestials -- Sucking in a sharp breath, U-Jinn quickly blinked as he collected the book within his paws, undoing a cord of weathered leather that had been wrapped tautly around it to keep it shut. Upon cracking it open, the scent of old parchment filled his nostrils, and a small pile of thin and folded parchment laid inside. With shaking paws, he picked up the first piece of parchment that lay on top, the cleanest and potentially newest looking one...and he opened it. Dear, Baba. It took a lot of convincing, but I've finally managed to convince Yasashi to allow me to send you this. I hope you do not think ill of him for preventing me from doing so earlier, but he wanted to ensure we were secure and safe. In the end, I can tell he is still weary about me doing this, but he knows that my sudden absence in your life has haunted me since and I'm sorry, the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. Above all though, I want you to know that I'm alive and am doing fine, the rest of the letters are ones I have written periodically throughout the last eight years, and I hope they're enough to fill you in on what has been going on thus far. Oh! As of yesterday, you've a second granddaughter. She was born 10 pounds, her name is Suzu, below I have secured a drawing of her. I attached an earlier one of your first granddaughter in one of the oldest letters but I'm afraid it is not as good as this one, but practice makes perfect, yes? I hope one day you will be able to meet them, I know you'd love them a lot. Always in your heart, Soo-ha