#~*(wc: 1268;)

[rentenwins]

silly little excuses (newneighbour!leehan x reader)

ch 1 • ch 2 • ch 3 • ch 4

synopsis: who goes there? a silly little story of your fish-loving neighbour. with a little egging on from your friends, surely a few hints would’ve been dropped on his head right? right?

content: slice of life, fluff, (a lot of) banter, (eventual) idiots to lovers, f!reader, university-aged characters, leehan’s love for fish, mild cursing(?), the bnd members <3

a/n: my first multi-chapter fic on tumblr after being on this site for… 6 years? please be nice to me >.< a lot of love for bnd here ofc hehe

wc: 1268

chapter 1: a new neighbour?

It is a typical Thursday with your classes not starting until past midday. It meant longer mornings in bed, and in this case it was to sleep in. Well, at least you planned to.

There was an unknown dull thud near your door. You groan as the thuds made itself known in succession and you know your sleep was ruined for the morning. You check your phone, a mocking 7:34am flashes and you groan louder. The next sane thing for you to do was to check the commotion outside.

Your apartment building was oddly peaceful for a complex near the university. Your luck skyrocketed when you realised your floor was filled with students from a couple of your classes, so it added extra peace of mind. They weren’t noisy either, it helped on nights where working on your portfolio actually seemed feasible.

Slippers on and a jumper on, you shiver a little because of the chilly morning air not yet warmed by the sun. Unlocking the door proved a challenge in the morning, but the door swings open nonetheless and you peer your head outside. Across the hall, you see a stack of boxes, suitcases and eco-bags plopped into the corner haphazardly. You jump as you hear another thud and a huff from someone down the walkway from the elevator, the rolling of wheels louder as it approaches you.

Your eyes might have been deceiving you but a man, around your age with a kind face, strolls in with a dolly, carrying yet another cardboard box and a tote bag on top of it, but also a bucket on his free hand. He sets the bucket down as he rummages through all his jacket and jean pockets before pulling out a key to open the door to the apartment across your floor. He opened the door with a sigh of relief and began to carry in the lighter bags inside, never letting go of the bucket on his left hand. Barely you can see the barren inside of the apartment, the sign of a house about to be made into a new home. The man comes out, no bucket in hand, but locks eyes with your head peering out your door.

In your curiosity and tiredness you forget that you probably looked psycho, your tired resting face the only thing peering out the door essentially looking at a stranger and suddenly knowing of his new address. The man stiffens and lets out a small “Oh.” as you come to your senses. In a near-frantic state, you fly the door open and stand outside your door, properly looking at the man now.

“Sorry, was I making too much noise?” the man says as he sheepishly looks at you.

“No! no, no not at all, I usually get, um, up at this time anyway,” You lie casually, though he makes no telltale sign that he didn’t believe you. “Well, I see you’re just moving in. Are you from around here?”

His face soothes when you ask the question. “I’m actually from Busan, but I moved here for university. I’ve been to Seoul a couple of times before but this is my first time staying here for longer than a few days.”

You hum in response, now fully straightened up outside your door. You two continued talking for a while, albeit not so comfortable but you had to be friendly nonetheless. You find out each others’ majors, the boy revealed he majored in marine biology while you studied interior design.

You swore you saw him blush when you mentioned you went to the university near the apartment complex. But you paid no mind. It might’ve been the morning daze, but his hair was pretty, tied up in a small ponytail on the back of his head. His face was pretty too, proportionate and screamed friendliness. The way his mouth tilted upwards as he spoke and eyes crinkled as he spoke was attractive, though to be polite you managed to catch all he said with equal enthusiasm.

You asked the boy, “Oh I didn’t quite catch your name? What was it aga—“

“LEEHAN!”

An unknown voice echoes through the hall towards the elevator along with dragging footsteps. Oddly enough, you recognised the voice. There was no way…

You peer down the hall as you see Taesan and Sungho carrying what seems to be buckets in their hands. Your new neighbour, apparently named ‘Leehan’, peered over too and smiled at the two boys.

“Oh! Fancy seeing you here?” Taesan teases as you roll your eyes and Sungho gives a friendly wave behind him, “I see you’ve met Mr New Neighbour?”

The dots seem to connect in Leehan’s head as his eyes widen, “Hey, you know these two? You know y/n too?”

“Of course!” Sungho beams, “We’re all at the design school. Just so happens we live here too.” You and Taesan nod in agreement as Leehan looks at you two, a glimmer of bewilderment in his eyes still. It was kind of endearing.

“Hey, why are you up so early?” Taesan looks at your comfy form.

“I heard noises outside. Had to make sure it wasn’t any trouble. Turns out I didn’t have to worry all that much.” You reply, in the corner of your eye you see Leehan bow his head in embarrassment again. God, you couldn’t stop thinking how adorable it was, and it makes the corners of your mouth tilt upwards.

“Well, you don’t need to worry about any noise at night! After all, all this dude ever cares about are his co—“

Leehan quickly shoves a hand over Sungho’s mouth, “Okay!! That’s enough!! Come inside. Now. Please.” he stutters as he pulls Sungho towards the door, taking the bucket out of his hands. The bucket left a water mark on the concrete. Odd, why would they be carrying wet buckets around—

“Oi, there’s still stuff in the truck downstairs!” Sungho protests from inside Leehan’s apartment.

“It was nice meeting you, y/n!” Leehan quickly gleams, taking the other bucket from Taesan as Taesan smirks at his friend. Leehan sets the buckets inside his apartment and grabs Taesan's arm, about to pull him down the hall to the elevators.

Taesan’s eyes gloss with humour at Leehan’s behaviour as he smiles and waves at you, “See you later y/— WOAH!” and Taesan and Leehan are down the hall again, footsteps echoing.

That was odd. The sound of a clearing throat brings your eyes back to the front of Leehan’s apartment, Sungho leaning against the doorframe.

“Just between you and me, nothing gets in the way of Leehan and his fishes.”

“I’m sorry, his what?” Your face contorts in confusion as Sungho giggles and takes the buckets again, beckoning you to look inside. You didn’t expect to see puffer bags of water with around three decently-sized fishes.

“Are those…?”

“Corydoras apparently,” Sungho explains. “I don’t know what’s so cool about them, but he seems to love them a lot. Brought them all the way from Busan to here. It’s a miracle it got here in one piece.” You swallow a laugh as you back up towards your door and tell Sungho you’ll see him later after class.

“Oh and,” You turn back from your door, “Make him feel welcome, yeah? Don’t want him thinking I’m friends with a prickly heathen.” Sungho teases. You flip him the bird as he throws his head back in a laugh as he greets you goodbye just before the door closes.

Great, a new friend. A good-looking one. You wonder how many more of these people Taesan and Sungho know.

[bqstqnbruin]

Quinn Hughes Teacher AU

Hi hello I wrote a teacher AU with Quinn where this can go one of three ways: 1. this becomes a series with Quinn and Cat and we watch that happen 2. I do it where it's a different player and FMC in a teacher AU universe type of thing or 3. nothing comes of this besides this one thing

Anyway, it's nearly 1:30 am after my best friend's wedding weekend so this is being yeeted into the wild. @nicohischier I finally gave you something with a happy ending, so happy belated birthday (please let this be enough 😭)

Teacher AU series

Warnings: None

WC: 1268

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“Mr. Hughes?” Quinn hears while he’s packing up his bag for the day. He looks up from his desk, one of his students standing under the frame of the doorway, one of the posters he had hung above it just last week already starting to come down. 

“Um,” he hesitates, trying to hide the fact that he didn’t really remember which of his students this was as she walked slowly into his room. She leaned against the desk, a nervous look on her face. Join the club, kid. “Sarah, right?”

She grimaces ever so slightly, trying not to look offended. “Sienna.”

Quinn sighs, shaking his head. “Sorry, Sienna. Still trying to get names down,” he lets out a nervous laugh, Sienna just nodding her head slowly. “What can I do for you?” 

“Can we go over the quiz I took today? I don’t think I did well.”

He had to try to stifle the laugh. She had to have been in the class that took the quiz that morning. There was no way those quizzes were going to be graded before tomorrow. Quinn checks his watch, finding the stack of quizzes on his desk and stuffing them in his backpack along with his laptop. “I actually need to head out for a meeting, but can you come back tomorrow?” Sienna nods her head, a smile on her face as she says goodbye to him. 

Quinn let out a sigh, plopping down on his seat and covering his face. Today was unreasonably long, only one free period on his schedule as it is getting tied up with him trying to figure out what his ‘year long goals’ were. The only thing he could think of was to survive his first year of teaching. Thankfully, Kate helped him figure out a way to say that in a way that would please admin, but he never thought doing that would exhaust him the way he did. 

He makes his way to the faculty meeting, some of the teachers still lingering outside the library talking. He couldn’t wait until the day he was able to not stress about a meeting the way they did, leaning against the wall with what was probably a third or fourth cup of coffee as if they didn’t need to be inside. 

The powerpoint was already being projected on the screen when he walked in, almost every seat already taken at the tables the students normally used during the day. One of the only seats he saw open was next to the one person he was too nervous to sit next to: Cat Mathis. She taught in his department, had already been there teaching for a few years even though she was younger than him, and not only did he catch on to the fact that the students loved her, but that she was the kind of teacher he wished he could be. They were supposed to be sharing a class together, him teaching one of the four sections while she got the other three, but he had been too scared to ask her for help. 

“Is anyone sitting here?” He asks, his hand resting on the back of the chair next to her. She looks up from her computer, the school letterhead on her screen that one of the other teachers told him was for letters of recommendations for seniors, and smiles at him. She tells him to go ahead, his legs shaking with nerves like they did back on the first day of school. 

The meeting starts, Quinn looking around and seeing some of the other teachers taking notes, making him nervous that he should be doing the same. He looks at Cat’s computer, her gaze fixated on the screen in front of her and not on the meeting. If she could do that, why couldn’t he do the same? He pulls out his computer, figuring he could do some work while he was at it, including trying to figure out what he was supposed to be teaching when his students came in the next morning. 

A message pops up on the corner of the screen, Cat’s name appearing with it. How’ve the first few weeks been?

He lets out a sigh, trying to hide the smile that he was fighting against on his face. Exhausting.

Sounds right. Everything going ok? He knew she could see him hesitate, Quinn seeing the smile on her face turning into a worried look out of the corner of his eye. I have to head back to my room after this, come with me?

Quinn looks at her, a genuine smile on his face as he nods at her. His mind wandered the rest of the meeting, not taking in a single piece of information that he probably was going to need later. It ended before he could realize the hours was up, Cat gently resting her hand on his shoulder to snap him out of the trance he had fallen into.

They walk back in silence to her classroom on the other side of the building. Cat sits down at her desk, Quinn awkwardly standing by the door while looking up at her walls. The two of them had a lot of the same posters hanging, which made sense when he considers the fact that they teach the same thing. 

“So,” Cat breaks the silence, causing him to jump. He tries to pass it off as putting his bag down, the smirk on Cat’s face telling him she saw right through him. “What’s been going on?”

Quinn shakes his head. He felt like he barely had time to process most of the first few weeks of the school year, answering that question felt impossible. “Is it always going to be this hard?”

Cat smiles at him again, a warm feeling running through Quinn as she shakes her head. “No, you’re just finding who you are as a teacher.” Quinn cocks his eyebrow at her, leading her to laugh. “I sound like that shitty PD person from in-service. But, I’m not wrong. When I first started, Kate told me that my first year is meant for mistakes. It’s meant for finding how you want to teach, what you want to emphasize, and working out what is the best for you and your students.”

Quinn nods, sitting down. He stares at Cat for a moment, studying her face. God, she made him nervous. “You know the handbook, pretty well, right?”

Cat nods. “The AP my first year made all the new teachers practically memorize it.” 

He could feel himself getting even more nervous. “What does it say about teachers dating?”

“Each other?” He nods again, getting up and grabbing his bag. If this went the way he thought it was going to go, he needed to be able to leave as soon as possible. He could see the corners of her mouth turn up for a moment, his heart racing as he over thought that as a good sign. “As long as one isn’t in a position of power and it doesn’t interfere with their work, teachers dating each other is fine.”

“So, in theory, we could date?” 

Cat nods, biting her lip. “If we both wanted to, yes.” 

“I want to,” Quinn says, a little too fast for his liking. “If you do.”

Cat lets out another laugh. “Mr. Hughes, is this your way of asking me out?”

Quinn drops his head, feeling his cheeks getting red. “It’s going about as well as my lessons, but yes, Ms. Mathis, I’m trying to.” 

“I’d love to go out with you.”

[eventinelysplayground]

Speechless

This is part 2 of Birthday Surprise. I had originally wanted to finish it for the same event, wish upon an aide, that was hosted by @lorei-writes and @wordycheeseblob but I obviously did not. As a funny tidbit at one point in writing this I either mistyped or it was autocorrected from creaking to freaking and I saw that today and went well that's not entirely wrong and had a good laugh at it. There is some french (I try for Parisian french but I'm Canadian and they are a bit different) but not a lot. Lumière has waited days and now it's finally time for Mitsuki to give Leonardo his surprise gift. Pure fluff WC approx 1268. Also tagging @goddesswitchmother as they specifically asked for a part two.

The soft sound of a clock ticking filled the uneasy silence. Lumière had been staring at it from his position under the bed for thirty-six minutes exactly now.

Allez, bon sang! Le temps passe trop lentement.

There was less than ten minutes left until midnight but it was still too much. Above him he could hear Mitsuki shifting anxiously on the bed.

You did well compagna, I honestly didn't believe you would be able to make it. He does know something is up though.

Lumière thought back to the day before, he had been sleeping peacefully in a sunbeam on the freshly cleared off desk when he was suddenly picked up under his front legs.

Que diable? Put me down right now!

Leonardo was looking intently into Lumière’s eyes studying him.

‘Do you know what she's hiding?’

Oh you've figured that out, have you.

‘Don't give me that snarky look. You know don't you?’

Maybe

‘Lumière…’

Why do I always get the feeling you understand me better than you let on…

The two stared at each other for a moment before Lumière let out what sounded like a huff.

I'm not telling you anything.

Leonardo chuckled as he sat Lumière down on the desk.

‘Fine don't tell me, I can wait.'

Since when?

Lumière shook his head when he heard the bedroom door open and shut followed by Leonardo’s familiar footsteps.

Finally, I've been waiting days for this.

Lumière’s tail swished from side to side in giddy anticipation as he took another glance at the clock.

“Leonardo.”

“Scusa Cara Mia, didn't mean to wake you.”

“It's fine, I've actually been up for a little while now.”

“Oh really?”

Lumière didn't miss the husky lilt to Leonardo's voice and he rolled his eyes. Just as Leonardo had reached the bed the clock hands met at twelve.

Yes! Remember Compagna, just do what we practiced, don't let him distract you.

“Happy Birthday Leonardo!”

“Grazie.”

The distinct sound of kisses being exchanged followed along with the bed creaking slightly. The sounds grew louder and farther between allowing for soft sighs and moans to join their chorus.

No, no distractions now Compagna!

“Mmm Leonardo….wait…I have…a gift for you.”

As if she could hear Lumières thoughts Mitsukis words came out between passionate kisses.

“It can wait until later.”

No! I've been waiting too long already!

“No…I've been…waiting for days… to give this to you!”

The noises stopped, Leonardo's curiosity obviously peaked. Mitsuki got off the bed and walked over to the desk, opening a drawer. Leonardo sat patiently on the edge of the bed, his legs landing in front of Lumière.

Hey, I'm trying to watch.

Lumière grumbled to himself and scooted to the side head half sticking out so he could watch everything unfold.

Steady Compagna, deep breaths.

Lumière watched as Mitsuki withdrew a small flat item covered with a cloth, his tail swishing wildly. He could see the faint trembling of her fingers as she delicately clutched the item to her chest. She took a deep breath then turned towards Leonardo with a soft smile.

“I hope you like it.”

Lumière tilted his head to look at Leonardo and saw him smiling. Mitsuki walked over to the bed and came to a stop in front of them.

“I wanted to get you something nobody else ever has.”

“Pretty bold of you cara mia, I've lived a long time and had a lot of birthdays.”

“I know, truthfully I was ready to give up on the idea before this just fell into my lap.”

Lumière couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

More like he fell into your lap but…

Mitsuki handed the small item to Leonardo and he bagan removing the cloth covering it.

“A painting?”

“Yes, I asked Vincent for it a few days ago. It's only a part of the present though, you'll have to wait a while longer for the rest of it.”

“What do you….”

Leonardo's words stalled as he removed the last of the cloth from the painting. Lumière saw his eyes go wide, his grip on the sides of the painting loosening slightly and it was silent for a few minutes but felt like forever.

He's speechless! I've never seen this before, oh this was worth the wait!

Lumières tail swished in delight as he took in the sight of the unflappable Leonardo now completely flustered and at a loss.

“Are you happy Leonardo?”

Compagna?

Lumière turned his attention to Mitsuki, drawn by the slight panic in her voice. He noticed she was no longer smiling, her hands clasped tightly together.

“Leonardo?”

Lumière’s head furiously looked between the two of them, Leonardo looked like he had been hit by a carriage and Mitsuki’s face was beginning to pale.

“Leonardo?”

Mon dieu, answer her!

Taking matters into his own paws, Lumière bit Leonardo's ankle hard hoping it would be enough to snap him out of it. Leonardo flinched slightly as he came back to his senses.

“I always knew Vincent was talented but this…this has to be one of his best.”

Lumière could see Mitsuki starting to relax and he let out a small sigh.

“Then you aren't upset?”

“Why would you think that?”

Oh I don't know, maybe because you just sat there in silence!

“You weren't saying anything, it wasn't the reaction I was expecting.”

Lumière let out a huff as he watched Leonardo reach out a hand to Mitsuki, she took it hesitantly and he pulled her to him.

“I wasn't expecting this. Never expected to get married or have a familia of my own, not until you came along.”

Lumière saw Leonardo twine his fingers with Mitsukis and place a kiss upon them.

“You were like a storm, you came in and completely overwhelmed me.”

“Leonardo.”

“I'm not complaining though cara mia, in fact I've never been happier. Though I am a bit disappointed Vincent found out before me.”

“I'm really sorry about that but I wanted you to have something physical while we wait.”

Mitsuki pouted and looked like she was about to cry.

How have you not learned by now? You're playing right into his hands.

“It's alright I'm sure you can make it up to me.”

“Of course, I'll do anything I can to make it up to you so just let me Whoa!”

Leonardo had laid the painting on the bed and tugged Mitsuki into his lap making Lumière shake his head.

I warned you.

“You said anything cara mia. I hope you got enough rest earlier because you aren't going to get any more tonight.”

At least move the painting somewhere safer first.

“Mmm Leonardo…wait.”

“You have more surprises?”

“No but…mmm… the painting.”

Leonardo reached over and picked up the painting stretching with one long arm to place it standing on his bookshelf while the other held Mitsuki to him.

“Better?”

“Much, thank you.”

As Leonardo and Mitsuki resumed their kisses Lumière took a quick glance at the painting. It depicted Leonardo from the waist up holding a tiny infant in his arms. The painting may have been small in size but it was big in emotion.

You said Compagna was like a storm and that's very true, but it was also very needed. Probably best it took you off guard too. I hope you have enough time to prepare for this one, I have a feeling it's going to be more intense.

As the noise around him shifted to something more intimate Lumière went to hide under the desk when he suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder.

And for God's sake name it before it's old enough to walk!

[crow2222]

Darry with a shrimp/sea food allergy that he and the gang only realize after he's eaten it?

I'm genuinely curious of how and why you thought of this, it left me stumped for a while because I don't have any allergies 😭 but after weeks of being in my drafts, here you go!!

WC; 1268

Summary; The gang go out to celebrate Darry's big promotion until something goes horribly wrong.

We were out for food after I found out I had a big promotion coming up, for some ungodly reason I let my brothers decide the place we'd be going for dinner and for some reason I knew I'd regret the seafood.

It all happened not in the way that I expected. I just figured I wouldn't like it or something, I really only liked the grilled fish the way Dad used to make it, or maybe my body couldn't digest it and I'd stay up in the bathroom.

The restaurant itself seemed pretty soc-y for a couple of greasers like us and the amount of times I had to stop the guys from misbehaving is embarrassing.

At least we were in our nice clothes. As nice as we own anyways.

Pony, Soda, Steve, Twobit and I quickly got our orders in, where I also had to remind them there's still a price limit, which was mostly directed at my non-blood brothers. "Just because I got a promotion doesn't mean I'm suddenly made of money" I hissed to Twobit who tried to get the most expensive meal on the menu.

Afterwards, Twobit made sure everyone in that damn restaurant heard his latest story with a blonde he "managed to score", which was so foul I had to cover Pony's ears after my attempt of shutting up the culprit himself was futile.

It didn't take long for our food to arrive, and I actually found my shrimp and rice enjoyable. It was a bland meal sure, but I was used to simple dishes from my own cooking, surely there's nothing wrong with getting something small, whereas Ponyboy thought the opposite and got himself a huge steak which not even I could finish by the looks of it.

And then on the other side of me, Soda seemed upset because his meal (salmon) wasn't dyed another colour like he'd find himself doing so, but I didn't bother to even comfort him. No one else did either, it's just one of those things you can't talk about to him. If I knew any better, he probably had a blue dye bottle in his shoe he might pull out any second to dye our food.

Twobit got lobster tail which seemed interesting to me, so much so that I managed to sneak a bit of it for myself once his head was turned. I didn't really dislike it, but it was just not my kinda thing.

And last but not least, Steve. He also had something with shrimp in it like me, but it seemed more like a complicated dish. It resembled a salad which looked like an impossible meal for a sweet tooth like Steve to eat but glory, he ate it all up. I'll give him that much.

I had to admit I felt a bit weird as I stared at my cleared plate. I don't know what it was, maybe the seafood was actually going to make me sick like I feared, but I didn't bring any notice to my odd feeling and quickly wiped my runny nose with my napkin before we got up.

Once I paid the bill I was preparing to regret anyways, we headed out to the Dingo to meet up with other guys to have fun with. I knew what the fun was going to consist of, so despite the heat from the gang and nicknames like "buzzkill" and "party-pooper" being thrown at me, despite the fact I was the reason they were even celebrating in the first place, I was going to head home. The way I had to start fighting the urge to throw up just convinced me to get home faster.

I was mumbling my goodbye's to everyone at the parking lot and telling Ponyboy and Sodapop to come home at curfew or else we'd have a problem, but my threats weren't coming off strong with my sudden shortness of breath.

I let out a sharp wheeze at the end of my sentence as my breathing started to quicken, as if I couldn't get enough air.

"Darry?" Sodapop immediately knew something was up judging by his tone of his voice, or maybe it was Ponyboy. I don't remember..

I let my calloused fingers wrap around my throat as I gasped and coughed violently, each cough racking through my body. What the fuck is happening? Twobit tried to remove my hands clutching my neck for some reason, did he think I was choking myself or something? I felt my throat get squeezed more and more with each passing second.

The nausea quickly became overwhelming, to the point where I let myself fall to my knees and double over, ready to get rid of the poison in my stomach but my cough was completely stopping me.

I could feel the confusion and panic from the gang around me, but I had no answers like I'd usually have. I felt just as confused and panicked as them, if not more.

I felt tears prickle through my eyes as I screwed them shut. Somethings very fucking wrong.. Why is this happening?

I felt so many hands on me and eventually I heard the old creak of the truck. That's when I realised I was pushed into the passengers seat. I don't know who was beside me, or driving, or who were the lucky friends stuck in the back but I couldn't find myself caring as I struggled to breathe, the itch covering my arms wasn't helping either.

I was trying, I was trying so goddamned hard to breath but to no avail. I was spluttering and choking still, with a gasp of air here and there that managed to keep me somewhat conscious. I feel the need to say "somewhat" because if I was going to be honest, I felt like I was on the brink of staying conscious.

I had a mighty strong itch on my arms at this point but I was too preoccupied with holding my throat to scratch myself. I don't know why I was doing that, a reflex I guess.

We must've arrived at the hospital at some point during my rushing thoughts because next thing I know, I was on a stretcher, maybe I was on the couch at home? and cold hands were all over me again, this time they were fighting me with my arms, I remember the satisfying feeling of letting go of myself and punching someone before they managed to get my arms stiff by my side.

Someone was holding me down, and before I could open my eyes to the harsh lights that was visible from my eyelids, I felt something cold enter in my thigh.

I didn't know if my brothers were even near me at this point, but I was rolled somewhere where I was pricked with something again and finally a mask on my face.

I greedily took in the air given to me, which I realised was even possible because my throat wasn't as closed up anymore. Did they actually help me?

It then took a little while longer until all the medical staff left and my brothers were allowed in.

Despite my mind still being a bit fuzzy, I listened to the nurse that entered alongside my brothers that explained my situation. I had something called an anaphylactic shock.

Basically, I had a severe allergy reaction to something, and I know exactly what it was.

The glance Ponyboy and Sodapop shared told me they knew as well.

"How about rice and beans next time Darry?"

God I hated them.

[memoriesofyccjungrk]

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if the new sphere announcement reading girl crush wasn’t enough to tempt gahyeon into auditioning, then it was her talk with yena that put gahyeon over the edge. they both saw it – and they were roommates, so of course they’d end up talking about it. they’d waited until they were actually home to talk about it – no use getting their company-mates upset or bothered if they decided otherwise, but it felt inevitable when they’d stepped into their apartment for the night and sat down to talk. because it’s not that gahyeon’s ungrateful for everything that royal has given her, but she’s just so tired of waiting.

so, what was taking one chance ? 

regardless of whether or not gahyeon was put on the heartz schedule or not, part of her felt like she needed to stop relying so much on that company loyalty and do what was best for her. she can almost hear chungha’s voice in her head as she thinks it – because quite honestly, although it’d only been about two years, gahyeon was antsy. she grinded for two years with no response on her progress, nothing to really show for it except blood, sweat, and tears.

if anything, she just wanted to feel like she was progressing again.

in the end, it was no different than being a part of royal. not knowing whether or not you’d debut, still working alongside the other girls to make the best picture – but not knowing how that picture will be framed. gahyeon just wanted to take a chance, because she was tired. sometimes she feels like maybe, she shouldn’t be – in the end, two years isn’t so long compared to some of the other trainees she knew. but for the chance to debut, gahyeon thinks she’d take it. even if it’s not with the girls she’d trained with, she still had the chance to debut with yena. that alone was enough for her.

over the time they’d spend together, gahyeon and yena had turned into a team. for one reason or another, gahyeon had latched onto the other girl, and yena had taken it in stride. if they were doing this, then they were doing it together regardless of the reservations she had about leaving royal. with the other by her side, gahyeon felt like maybe this was something she could do. alone, gahyeon was sure she’d have shied away from such an opportunity, and would never find herself working toward a feasible goal until royal stopped focusing so much on the luxe girls and finally did something with their remaining trainees. but that even seemed eons away. gahyeon was willing to take this chance, as long as she had yena by her side.

when it came to recording the video, it didn’t take much to commandeer a dance studio for herself in royal.

gahyeon started the camera, set up on a tripod like she does for her choreography videos, and steps back. she smiles at the camera, and bows. “ hello, i am royal entertainment’s lee gahyeon. ” she introduces once she straightens back up, waving gently at the camera in greeting – much like she would if she were in front of a panel of judges. “ thank you for taking time out of your day to consider me for your debut project. i will be performing kkpp by miso. ”she introduces before the track starts.

gahyeon always practiced meticulously, worked hard to maintain her own personal standards of excellence which she found were typically on-par with her coach’s standards. since arriving at royal after the mgas, gahyeon’s goal was to always be better. she could get a little bit better every single day. when she had started, she was certainly no master rapper or vocalist, but now she could much better hold a tune and would consider herself royal’s star rapper. not to mention, she was hard to miss onstage – but that was never a problem. overtime, she’d learned confidence and had become a better performer, a more sure performer – even if that confidence was sometimes feigned. 

but this – no, gahyeon knew she was ready for this.

perhaps whoever the judges were for the project remembered that meek girl that stood onstage at the mgas – because regardless of how she looks at it, gahyeon knows she wasn’t nearly as confident as she pretended she was. and the ceos themselves probably saw through that confident facade. if baek jiyoung herself ever saw the video, maybe she’d remember that girl she’d told couldn’t sing years ago – and granted, gahyeon wasn’t a stellar vocalist, but she can hold a tune now.

this song was confident and fun, a little teasing and cheeky as she talked about how pretty and confident she was – and gahyeon doesn’t think those are quite faked anymore. gahyeon wasn’t self-centered or self-obsessed, but over the years she’d spent maturing she’d learned something about herself – she actually didn’t hate herself as much as she used to. actually, it probably boiled down to gentle displeasure with occasional mess-ups, never the full-blown self-hatred she used to have for herself. if anything had become apparent, it was that gahyeon was much more comfortable in her skin and more aware of her own skillset. years ago, gahyeon wouldn’t even have considered herself a decent dancer, even if she had been a stellar one even back then. but it showed it every movement, every step, every shake – she was confident now. she believed in herself a whole lot more than she ever had. 

to gahyeon, this song was very gahyeon of her to be performing.

every movement had purpose. every step was precise. everything about the performance was very gahyeon, and orchestrated to perfection during gahyeon’s practices, she didn’t once have to worry while recording that she would step out of line, out of place – that something wrong would happen, because gahyeon trusted herself. she trusted that she could do it because she’d shown bright time and time again during every performance she’d done thus far. she’d proven to herself that she was ready and that she was talented. she had so much to show – and she would put it out on that stage every single time, even if that stage was just the practice room.

gahyeon takes a strong center stance when the song comes to an end, standing tall despite her short stature. because everything gahyeon has done has been an aim for debut, and she doesn’t want to pass up this chance a second time. admittedly, girl crush is gahyeon’s ideal and although she’s aware they were also searching for a pure concept last time, gahyeon gets the feeling the group isn’t the cutesy one she was imagining. regardless of concept, gahyeon was determined to show that she could showcase what sphere wanted, and look good doing it too. by the end, she’s sure she’s achieved that. 

once the song ends and gahyeon’s left standing, with the only thing to be heard being her even breathing ( she thanks the stars that she worked so hard on performing live ), gahyeon knows that she’s put herself out there. that she’s shown them what she has and hopes to the heavens that they want it. after a moment, she breaks and bows down respectfully at the camera again. “ thank you for your time. i hope you enjoyed my performance, and consider me for your project. i promise to work hard if given the chance, and i know you wouldn’t regret your decision in choosing me. ” gahyeon says, before bowing again, then moving to shut off the camera.

[ryujinrk]

-.✦･｡ﾟMGA season 5: episode 3, outfit              performing rhythm power “bond girl” with @rksakura (lyrics + line distribution)

While Ryujin experienced some unexpected stress after the recodring of episode two she has somehow managed to pull herself together, the fact that she’s paired with Sakura is enough to bring the spark back into her and combined with their song chocie, Ryujin is utterly ecstatic. It didn’t take long for them to come to an agreement, being friends from before sure did help but that isn’t necessarily the only reason that things went so smoothly for them. Practicing for their stage was nothing but fun and good times, their personalities fitting so perfectly together that it almost doesn’t feel like they are prepping for a competition at all. 

   At least to Ryujin.

As she’s rapping for the next mission Ryujin find that she can practice everywhere, even while they are making props for their introduction and while they are out shopping for their matching outfits. Having decided to wear a classy all black outfit Ryujin has settled with a simple pair of pants with a blazer and a cropped top, finished off with brightly white shoes. She wonder if the judges will know the reference when she bring a self-made props to the stage, while Sakura is making her own take on the head Ryujin wanted to go with the original as Primary has made a presence in the original music video for Bond Girl. 

   Surely the judges will know, right?

Although Ryujin has signed up as a dancer she definitely has experience in rapping, she was meant to debut as Amarante’s rapper after all as well as practicing tecniques on her own time just for fun. So needless to say, she isn’t nervous about this particular stage. Just by practices she know that she and Sakura will make a great performance as their dynamic is excellent, if others won’t enjoy their stage she will honestly be surprised. Perhaps she is biased though, to their song choice as she absolutely love it and think that it was such a bop, as well as to her friendship with Sakura. That the two of them got paired, it was honestly just perfect.

Having arrived and found her assigned seat, Ryujin sit next to Sakura on the set. They are by those who perform lastly but she doesn’t mind, if anything she’s so excited to perform that she could wish that they were first. It might be better to be towards the end, however, so that they do not risk being forgotten by others should they have a more preferred stage. Theirs will be a whole lot of fun however, Ryujin is absolutely sure of that. She hold onto Sakura’s hand whilst watching others, for support to the other and strength to herself. Watching all the others on the stage makes her even more excited, she just want it to be their turn.

She watch especially close when Kyungsoo perform with Yugyeom, Yeji with Junhee, Heejin with Daniel, Chaeryeong with Joohyuk and Olivia with Youngjae. All of those pairs hold at least one of her friends, who she honestly is so proud of for coming this far along with her. Occasionally she lean in to Sakura, revealing thoughts around the different performances. Ryujin is surprised when she sees that Kyungsoo is dancing, not so much when Yeji sings because she has already seen that live in person when she managed to talk the other into an open mic together. Pair after pair set foot on the stage and eventually, it’s their turn to shine and boy, will they shine today.

“Next up is... #5033 Miyawaki Sakura and #5040 Shin Ryujin.”

Microphone in hand and box on her head, Ryujin walk towards the center with Sakura by her side who wears her very own personalised box. As it’s only for reference they remove what’s covering their heads after a respectful bow towards the audience, then placing it somewhere where they won’t stand in their way during the presentation. “I’m Shin Ryujin,” she say firstly, and wait for the other to state her name. “And we have prepared something fun for you today. Please enjoy.” Having cut the song to fit their time frame it starts off rather abruptly but they are well prepared, Sakura being the first one out to rap her verse. 

Ryujin stands just behind her but out of the way, it’s the elder’s time to shine. She emphasise some of the ending words to make a wholesome performance, dancing dorkily whenever she isn’t joining in. It’s obvious that Ryujin is comfortable on the stage, even when sharing it as it’s something she has practiced before. Not quite like this, obviously, but the experience come in handy nonetheless. She twirl in the background, hands doing their own things, and she bites down on her lip out of pure excitement. Sakura is nailing her part, and it’s just too fun being a part of a stage with her friend performing such a feel-good song like Bond Girl.

The moves that she has during this performance is completely different from the dances that’s been shown so far but honestly, Ryujin isn’t trying to show how good she is right now. She just want to have fun, and dance dorkily however her body decides to move. Once, she pretend to hide behind Sakura only to pop out and rap a word in choir before she continue to goof around whilst the other finish off her verse. Ryujin slides into the center as she take over the spotlight, Hanzoo’s part is short but important to build up to the refrain. Originally it leads up for Zion.T to sing but none of them are singers, so they leave that to the instrumental.

왜 내 집 주소 묻는데 AHA 아 왜 너 내 주민번호 묻는데 UH-uH 내 대답은 No woah 징그럽게 달라붙지 마 Girl, WOAH! 본드걸 ! 그만 끈적거려 너

She nails the part easily, if Hanzoo can pull it off without being a singer then Ryujin can as well with her deep voice. In the refrain they dance briefly but synchronised, both coming in to voice “BOND GIRL” while pointing at the audience with a finger gun. To fit the time frame they had to cut the refrain short so abruptly but fittingly, Ryujin move straight into Geegoin’s verse and she deliver it effortlessly. She has so much fun being in center, being backed up by Sakura who is doing her own thing behind her, much like what she did when the other was in the spotlight. Their dynamic on stage together is seamless, and accurate. Neither stealing time from the other.

난 제임스 본드, 이유 좀 묻지 말고 10미터 사정거리 필시 유지하고 미심쩍으니 내 옆구리 데우지 말고 나에게 떨어져 나 뜬구름 잡게 하지 말고 너 이뻐 그런데 왜 내가 좋니? 아무래도 딱 내 눈엔 심심풀이로 하는 놀이 다단계 아니지? 바란 게 내 맘이 아니라면 당장 가줘 제발 

From time to time she glance out in the audience, Ryujin want to connect to them and show that she performs for them all and not just the judges. A smile is present throughout most of the stage, only sometimes she’s looking serious or focused but that’s an obvious act. Using the techique she often does by thinking of the next sentence right away, she easily deliver what she’s assigned to rap, all the while continuing her fun little dance moves. And so, it’s Sakura who does Hanzoo’s part. Ryujin encourage the bridge by throwing out some ‘UOH’s and ‘YEAH’s before they roll into the last refrain. Jumping back as the refrain start, they begin to dance again like before, choiring ‘BOND GIRL’.

When the song ends they finish off with each their strong pose, Ryujin looking serious for just one moment before she break her composure and grin broadly like throughout the stage. She couldn’t possibly be happier with the outcome, looking over at Sakura with a ‘we did it’ look in her eyes. Bowing down in front of the judges once more, she then grab a hold of her Primary look alike box and skip off the stage with the elder. 

[platoniclokiimagines]

what about R having a collection of knives and daggers both as a hobby and because they can come in handy, but like, it's kind of a secret to avoid being judged, but R's always been interested in Loki's daggers and wants to see them. Loki eventually finds out and they are delighted and both spend time talking pointy weapons >:)

A/N: This was silly and fun to write, I hope you enjoy it!

WC: 1268

Rating: G

TW: None

Since before you’d ever even come to the Compound, you’d had an affinity for collecting pointy things.

Knives, daggers, even the occasional sword or two.

There was something about the delicate shape and weight of each individual weapon that drew you to it. So light and compact, but so deadly and useful.

Or maybe you were just a little strange, who could ever really know?

The more you collected, the more you started realizing you wanted to learn how to use the various weapons you were acquiring, and so had begun the many hours of YouTube, documentaries, reading, and even personal lessons online or in person. Anything and everything you could do to bring forth a proficiency that could serve as both a party trick and a form of self-defense, if ever you’d need one.

And then one day, you had needed one, and you’d had a dagger on you, and long story short, you’d sort of helped the Avengers catch a minor bad guy they were after, and after seeing how well you’d handled yourself in the situation, they’d invited you to the Compound on a trial basis.

Which must have gone well, because you’d been there for the greater part of six months now, and it was nice to be around so many amazing people. Even if you felt vastly useless amongst the likes of gods and scientists and trained assassins.

Nevertheless, you were grateful that you got to be there, and you were grateful to have a place where you could safely practice with your weapons.

It was about a month after that that Loki arrived and, like everyone else that had been on Earth during the Attack on New York, you were more than a little wary about them. But Thor insisted that Loki was a changed person, and you were much more lenient than any of the others were, so you were more inclined to actually try at making them feel welcome.

Even then, you kept your cards close to your chest. You didn’t let on what your skills were that led you to be part of the team, not because you were embarrassed or didn’t trust them, but mostly because you childishly wanted the element of surprise in the off chance that things with Loki didn’t go so well at the Compound.

In the weeks that followed, however, you and Loki became thick as thieves. You were the first person, aside from their brother, that Loki really allowed themself to open up to, and you appreciated that they trusted you enough to give you that information about themself. And aside from that, they were funny and careful, and felt like the sibling you’d always wanted growing up, and something about the combination of all that made them easy to be around, and you enjoyed their company, despite the rest of the group still being on the fence about them.

They’d been there for a little more than a month when they’d come over to your room rather unexpectedly and unannounced while you were in the middle of polishing some of your weapons, and when they stopped talking altogether as soon as they fully entered the room, you couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty; like a secret you’d unintentionally been keeping had suddenly come to light and you couldn’t quite explain why it had been a secret in the first place.

But much to your surprise, Loki didn’t seem offended at all.

In fact, they actually looked… excited? Or perhaps elated was a more accurate description.

“Y/N, you didn’t tell me you collect daggers.” There was an edge to their voice that you couldn’t quite place, somewhere between respect, admiration, and downright eagerness.

You huffed out a laugh.

“Ah… Yeah. Yeah, I… I collect all sorts of them, actually. Not just daggers. Knives, too. Not kitchen knives, but like… I guess, tactical knives and stuff like that? Like, things you’d find in the military and stuff, I guess, not just the froufrou ‘these look like I excavated them from a seventeenth-century graveyard’ type of daggers. Oh, and swords, too, but they don’t fit in this case. They’re in the closet.” You stopped yourself from saying anything else, mostly because you felt like you’d just word vomited for the last thirty seconds and wanted to shut up for a moment.

“…why didn’t you say anything before?” There was that hint of defensive, disappointed quality you’d been expecting more.

You shrugged a shoulder. “…dunno. Kinda silly, I guess I just… wanted something about myself to be a mystery until it… didn’t need to be?”

“So, no one else knows you have these? Can you use them?”

“Oh, sure! I don’t know how proficiently, but… I mean, I guess well enough for the Avengers to want me to be on the team so… go me!”

If Loki was offended by making the connection that they specifically were the one you hadn’t told, they didn’t show it or say it. Instead, they only nodded.

“I see. Well, you know, I myself have quite a few daggers, as well. They’re smaller, easier to hide, and more intimate to have to use, but Norns, if they don’t get the job done when you need them to.”

You perked up. “Wait… Can I see some of them? I wanna see how different Asgardian metals are from Earth ones. I bet yours look so much more refined. And do they have magick, too? Or is that just… an Asgardian person thing and not, like… an object thing?”

Loki laughed, and summoned a dagger from thin air, holding it out by the blade so you could take it by the handle, and you held it reverently, studying the carving and curvature of the entire thing as a whole.

“Sure, we have some objects that are imbued with seidr and other types of magick. Sort of like how Thor’s hammer is constructed of Dwarven metal and protected with a spell from the Allfather. But it’s admittedly pretty rare.” They fell silent for a moment as they picked up one of your daggers, a small one you’d bought specially made from an Etsy shop to fit your personal vibes. “Besides, daggers are pretty proficient on their own, wouldn’t you say? No magick necessary.”

You nodded, turning over the dagger in your hand. “It feels much heavier than any of mine. Is that due to the materials used in the dagger, or is this meant to be heavier than usual?”

“Mm. It must be the composition of Asgardian metals. Yours, in turn, feels much lighter than anything I’ve used before. Not to say that takes away from its efficiency. In fact, that probably makes it easier to use. The lighter, the better, after all.”

You nodded, and took a step away from Loki so that you could try a few twirls of the dagger without risking hitting them, making a slight impressed face at how easily the dagger cut through the air, even with the added weight. “This is a true thing of beauty. And the patterning on the handle. Are those Norse runes?”

“I believe that’s what they call them on Midgard, yes.” Loki took their turn to swing your dagger around a bit, using several complicated moves that left you blinking at them in mild surprise.

“Okay, you have to teach me how to do that. Please please please please please?”

Loki laughed as they looked over at you, and you both handed each other your respective daggers back as Loki grinned.

“Y/N, it’s like you don’t know me at all.”

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films 168217&168218- matrimonios parte 4-2/2

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001/599 168217

002/600 oah 2520 pt.8

004/602 slate

005/603 continua

006/604 marcelo antonio melendez & maria nieves ramirez / ?

009/607 santiago portillo & manuela carransco / guadalajara

018/616 remigio cervantes & bernarda munoz / atotonilco

024/622 esiquio garcia & maria daria / tepechitlan

029/627 teodoro soto & benedicta yanes / guadalajara

033/631 juan bautista igelsias & antonia lopez / guachinango

038/636 antonio gomez & jacinta alvarez / jalostotitlan

043/641 manuel diaz & ? / tenamastlan

051/649 rafael cobarrubias & diega garcia / autlan

055/653 antonio diaz & viviana casillas / tepetitlan

060/658 teofilo cuellar & bartola cervantes/ san juan

076/674 hipolito salises & ynes mesa / purificacion

081/679 felipe cabanas & agustina fuente / guadalajara

084/682 miguel (?)  blanco & ? / barca

088/686 vicente serrano & jacoba salcedo / ?

092/690 jesus sotelo & isabel villalobos / ?

096/694 antonio zalazar & josefa perez / guadalajara

099/697 agapito (?) & maria placida / guadalajara

102/700 nicolas quezada & agaptia marin / nochistlan

105/703 gervacio romero & romana delgado / ?

109/707 ygnacio padilla & maria jesus gonzalez / jalostotitlan

115/713 ramon degadillo & andrea quezada / yahualica

122/720 pablo cobarrubias & marcela santillan / chimaltitan

126/724 jose flores & senobia maldonado / ponictlan

130/728 domingo razura & rosa gonzalez / ocotlan

134/732 marcos ramirez & diega salas / colotlan *tree 137/735

139/737 francisco garcia & juana nepomucena valdez / jalpa *tree 144/742

148/746 vicente mena & juliana garcia / jalpa

159/757 jose maria hoyo & bacilia martinez / zacatecas

164/762 marcial loya & maria salome de la cruz perez / adoves

170/768 casimiro gomez & maria jesus macias / mexticacan

176/774 teodoro de avila & ygnacia ortega / tabasco

182/780 jose de la torre & maria jesus gonzalez / tepatitlan

187/785 rafael gutierrez & jesus gutierrez / san juan

194/792 jose adame & maria bruna del refugio rodriguez / ojocaliente

200/798 marcelino guillermo & concepcion castro / zapopan

208/806 mateo esparza & petra reynoso / jalostotitlan

213/811 jose cruz cuevas & damacia guadalupe rodriguez / jocotepec

219/817 guillermo campos & tomasa vasquez / adoves

223/821 ? & ? / mexticacan

227/825 juan jose gallegos & gertrudis partida / teuchitlan

232/830 ygnacio ramos & ? / purification

238/836 bernardino olague & juana maria rosales / colotlan

241/839 juan antonio de la torre & esmergilda arias / tepatitlan

246/844 jose maria tagle & polinaria leos / aguascalientes

250/848 antonio avelar & petronila torres / nochistlan

253/851 longino ruiz & agapita contreras / teocaltiche

259/857 simon regalado & agapita aguilar / ixtlahuacan

264/862 maximo miranda & toribia bernal / ahuacatlan

269/867 jose maria sanchez & feliciana perez / zapopan

275/873 apolinario gutierrez & luisa amesquita / adoves

280/878 nieves villapando & magdalena de soto / trinidad de soto

285/883 rafael olea & cipriana gomez / cuquio

290/888 lauriano gonzalez & emiliana moreno / adoves

295/893 jose enrique lucio & estefana flores / venado

298/896 antonio pena & manuela pena / ojocaliente

309/907 julian silva & ? / jocotepec

319/917 jesus loza & juana maria jimenez / jalostotitlan

324/922 nepomuceno yslas & margarita campos / tepatitlan

329/927 filomeno gonzalez & guadalupe salcedo / zapopan

339/937 juan hermosillo & manuela anda / lagos

346/944 miguel medina & refugio aldape / fresnillo

352/950 jose maria marquez & antonia anda / lagos

359/957 felipe cid & rosario flores / jerez *tree 360/958

364/962 jose maria mariscal & leonarda gallegos / yahualica

368/966 andres codina & pioquinta banuelos / jerez *munoz 369/967

373/971 juan sambrano & trinidad terrones / san juan

378/976 francisco casimiro saldivar & felipa ortega / guadalajara

386/984 jose maria avalos & manuela ornleas / san juan de los lagos

392/990 buenaventura alva & albina ybarra / encarnacion

398/996 antonio contreras & juana maria aldana / guadalajara

404/1002 juan anda & narcisa (?) anda / san juan

410/1008 juan sambrano & trinidad terrones / san juan

417/1015 valentin (?) & maria luz / tlaltenango

421/1019 antonio alverete & maria jesus padilla / san juan de los lagos

427/1025 clemente munoz & refugio martinez / san juan de los lagos

434/1032 rosalio garcia de alva & isidra preciado / tecolotlan

441/1039 luis senteno & maria san juan sanchez / jalostitlan

446/1044 maximiano gaytan & felipa de la rosa / asientos

452/1050 ? & ? / ?

456/1054 juan jose yrenio aguilar & mariana decideria lozano / ayo el chico

461/1059 manuel alvarez & anastacia perez / guadalajara

470/1068 juan jose morales & gregoria diaz / zapopan

477/1075 ygnacio corona & rosalia flores / ocotlan

481/1079 ? & ? / ?

486/1084 ciriaco mesa & josefa velasco / ameca

492/1090 ciriaco medina & josefa rangel / asientos

497/1095 gabriel plaza & casimira ruiz / ?

502/1100 juan trujillo & dolores enselda / tapalpa(?)

511/1109 valentin robles & antonina cabellero / guadalajara

517/1115 victoriano delgado & guadalupe calvillo / aguascalientes

520/1118 marcelino alecastro(?) & ? / ayutla

525/1123 jose maria diaz & petra gonzalez / aguascalientes

529/1127 manuel flores & rita flores / ocotlan

534/1132 george padilla & ana padilla / san juan

540/1138 benancio ruan & maria enrique sanchez / nochistlan

543/1141 jose maria alvarez & ana maria moran / teocaltiche

547/1145 pedro velasco & josefa de luna / ?

550/1148 jose maria quezada & francisca flores / teocaltiche

555/1153 jose florencio & ? / ayutla

560/1158 antonio ybarra & petronila salcedo / zapotlanejo

564/1162 bernardo enriquez & rafaela angulo / jalostotitlan

569/1167 ygnacio melendez & gertrudis martin / ystlahuacan

575/1173 tiburcio lara & nestora rodriguez / purification

580/1178 jose maria feliz & petra madera / colotlan

585/1183 antonio rivera & antonia gonzalez / ixtlan

591/1189 luis sandoval & filomena flores / teul

597/1195 juan agustin lopez garcia & francisca jimenez / guadalajara

602/1200 francisco gonzalez & rosalia becerra / ixtlan

607/1205 juan de dios luera & jacinta garcia / mezquitic

608/1206 continua

609/1207 oah 2520 fin

610/1208 end of roll

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1/1209 oah2521 pt.1

2/1210 168218

4/1212 slate

5/1213 continua

6/1214 francisco gonzalez & rosalia becerra / ixtlan

12/1220 juan de dios luera & jacinta garcia / mezquitic

17/1225 manuel gutierrez & matilde ruedas / monte escobedo

21/1229 julian lopez & maria josefa gerarda / comala

29/1237 jose esqueda & rumualda resendes / aguascalientes

32/1240 jose reyes gomez & maria jesus orozco / atoyac

38/1246 catarino delgado & concepcion munoz / lagos

43/1251 jose maria angulo & apolonia hernandez / tepatitlan

49/1257 bacilio muro & diega ramirez / teul

56/1264 calistro herrera & fernanda lara / moyahua

60/1268 felipe gonzalez & gertrudis gomez / extula

65/1273 salvador apodaca & ygnacia aceves / sayula

70/1278 felipe crayo & teresa galvan / guadalajara

74/1282 yldefonzo sanchez & feliciana ramirez / tlajomulco

78/1286 cresencio franco & maria de la o cortez / tepatitlan

84/1292 francisco gutierrez & tomasa gutierrez / jalostotitlan

89/1297 ? & ? / ?

94/1302 gevacio medrano & catarina gutierrez / tepatitlan

99/1307 margarito esparza & eulalia marin / trinidad de soto

103/1311 ramon ramirez & damiana gomez / tepatitlan

109/1317 jose salvatierra & ylaria salvitierra / san sebastian

114/1322 esiquio castro & juana baptista rivera / atemancia

118/1326 victor ledesma & petra perez / mexcalingo

123/1331 trinidad (?) felipa romo /san juan de los lagos

129/1337 trinidad lopez & polonia silva / jilotlan

133/1341 trinidad gonzalez & candelaria jimenez / tepechitlan

138/1346 guadalupe martinez & eusevia trujillo / cienega de mata

143/1351 antonio arteaga & toribia aro / mazamitla

149/1357 ygnacio aranda & ? / lagos

154/1362 jose (?) & damaciana gonzalez / ?

162/1370 regino lechuga & maria jesus palos / aguascalientes

166/1374 crisanto moreno & maria jesus gonzalez / lagos

170/1378 antonio de la cruz & macedonia gonzalez / teocaltiche

174/1382 anastacio ruiz & magdalena delgado / yahualica

178/1386 faustino salas & juliana lopez / ?

187/1395 agustin villanueva & ygnacia samorano / ixtlan

194/1402 antonio rivera & ygnacia manjarres / ixtlan

201/1409 luciano ysa & teodocia prado / zapopan

209/1417 martin martinez & maria de la concepcion gonzalez / encarnacion

221/1429 jose antonio cuenca (?) & petra villa / cocula

228/1436 fin

229/1438 end of roll

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Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

This is an ongoing Masterlist for all of the Ikevamp fanfiction I do. Some stories feature more than one character but if the main focus is specific it will be listed under that character. If there is not a clear focus on one character I will put it under multiple characters. This list goes by alphabetical order for characters and post date for stories. Image credits/belongs to Cybird. Last updated July 20, 2024.

50 Follower Event

Shattered WC 1929 Comte & Arthur

To be completed WC ?? Vincent & Leonardo

Multiple Characters

A Scolding

A Winter Storm WC 3418

Another Talking To WC 490

Strawberries WC 300

Arthur

Led Away WC 1862

How Old? WC 570

Charles

Comte

A Talking To WC 560

A Plan WC 1045

Dazai

Faust

Long Nights (NSFW) WC 1183

His Strength WC 390

A Dance of Colors WC 1305

Isaac

Astronomy Lesson WC 1215

Anatomy Lesson (NSFW) WC 1796

Jean

Old Acquaintances WC 1284

Christmas Morning WC 902

Happy Birthday Jean WC 718

Loved WC 2370

Leonardo

Confession before a Storm- A Winter Storm Prequel. WC 1257

An Emotional Maelstrom- His pov for A Winter Storm. WC 2748

A Little Nudge (NSFW ) WC 3635

Near Eternity- A Little Nudge epilogue (NSFW) WC 2065

Birthday Surprise WC 900

Speechless- Pt 2 of Birthday Surprise WC 1268

Mozart

Hot Chocolate WC 330

Modern Music WC 250

Napoleon

Sebastian

Shakespeare

Merry Christmas my Juliet WC 1394

Theo

Broken Promises WC 1690

The Middle of the Night (NSFW) WC 1485

Nice To Meet You King WC 1984

Renewed (NSFW) WC 1575

A Birthday Drink WC 1034

Vincent

Have You Always WC 950

Vlad