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I posted 1,055 times in 2022

That's 173 more posts than 2021!

296 posts created (28%)

759 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 441 of my posts in 2022

#//ɪɴʙᴏx - 150 posts

#random bullshittery - 51 posts

#//ᴏʀɪɢɴᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ - 46 posts

#jack — 🛸 - 32 posts

#//ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ - 25 posts

#anniversary event - 19 posts

#sk8 the infinity x reader - 15 posts

#sk8 - 15 posts

#sk8 x reader - 13 posts

#sk8 the infinity - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#i just read a fuckin fic that reader was supposed to be like. a lot shorter than sakusa. i know several girls who are at least 5’9 like

My Top Posts in 2022:

How They Kiss (KnB ver.)

Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball

Character: Kise Ryouta, Kuroko Tetsuya, Kagami Taiga, Murasakibara Atsushi

Warnings: borderline suggestive but mostly fluffy bs. not proofread or edited at ALL. written at 1am excuse the grammar

Notes: gonna make another one of these w my boys but i gotta make the bestie (ew i hate that i said that like they are i just hate the word) & the no homo s/o happy first <33 @rqkuya thanks for the inspo on the kuroko one and @ruujiko come get ur man he's a giant teddy bear

gn!reader!

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316 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

5 Moments Kagami Taiga Realized How Much He Liked You, and the One He Finally Did Something About It

Fandom: Kuroko’s Basketball

Character: Kagami Taiga

Warnings: cursing, several food mentions, it’s assumed that reader isn’t a basketball player but knows a little, minor injury mentioned, plz dont listen to the fic ur not actually supposed to use hydrogen peroxide on cuts but i didnt know that till i googled it after i read this just use cool water to clean it,

Notes: wrote the ending when i was sick so its shitty however this is officially the longest fic I've written and posted on here. beat the last one by like 20 words or something. congrats to me

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362 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

hi, can i please request the sk8 boys reactions to a reader who can skate (doing tricks and all) wearing stilettos? take your time and take care!!

sk8 boys reacting to you skating in heels

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Characters: Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki, Miya Chinen, Reki Kyan

Warnings: MIYAS IS PLATONIC ONLY. that was my biggest concern writing him. however the other two can be taken as platonic or romantic, dealer’s choice. reader’s age isn’t implied either so you could be a friend/older sibling/partner/whatever you like!

Notes: hi! so sk8 boys was vague so I did some favs + some people who deserve more recognition on my blog lol. i could do a pt 2 if anyone is interested?? It would be Langa & Joe and maybe shadow hmm

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365 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

hihi!! i saw your event and i love the theme jdbsjs <33 also happy (early?) birthday to both you and koi!!

can i request a 4 star pull for genshin impact? the trope would be they forgot your birthday (hurt/comfort pls) ☺️☺️ with xiao, diluc, and gorou?

thank you so much!! if i didn’t request correctly pls feel free to dm me :,)

when they forget your birthday...

etc: established relationship, modern au![character] x gn!reader, gn pronouns used (they/them/mx.), food mentions (not descriptive), probably very ooc i'm sorry

notes: the favoritism is real in this one :,)

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398 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Detention

Fandom: Stranger Things

Character: Eddie Munson

Warnings: suggestive content, lots of kissing

Notes: before anyone gets too excited im not writng for everyone just this guy. feel free to send requests for him tho im in love with this bastard man <3 anyway what even is this help me /hj

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“(Y/N)...psst, hey, (Y/N).”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean you're the reason we’re stuck here in the first place! So no!”

“Hey, ain’t my fault Holak’s a pain in everyone’s ass and doesn’t like it when I kiss my favorite person in the hallway.”

“We were not kissing you were making out with me under the stairs, Munson. And now I have detention and it's your fault.”

Eddie Munson, king freak of Hawkins High, dungeon master and ring leader of Hellfire Club, and worst of all your boyfriend flashed his incredibly irritating and adorable smile at you—you looked away to not fall for it, going back to your homework.

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “you weren’t complaining about it before she found us, were you?”

You could just smack him.

Instead, you decided to tune him out and continue your work. May as well do something productive here, right?

You didn’t look up when the teacher mentioned something about having a meeting to go to and expecting you to behave yourselves, nor did you look up when he left. You, unfortunately, looked up when Eddie took your pencil out of your hand and sat on the desk in front of you.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Come get it, sweetheart.”

There’s that cocky smirk you hate so much from him.

You stood from your seat, as did he. He held the pencil above and behind his head, so you lunged forward for it. With a bit of laugh, he dropped the pencil and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. Your hand you reached for the pencil with landed on his shoulder in defeat.

“You’re a prick,” you complained, although you made no effort to pull away.

“Mhm, yeah, and you hate me so much. Shut up and kiss me already.”

He silenced anything else you planned on saying with a needy kiss. Almost immediately you melted, using your other hand to run through his hair. When you tugged gently, he groaned against your lips, pulling you tighter against him. Without a second thought, he walked you backward into a desk (luckily not the one you’d been sitting at) and you sat on top. His hands traveled down from your waist to your legs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist.

You pulled away from him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him from following yours. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Ed. We’re screwed if he comes back in.”

“You didn’t seem to be complaining.”

You groaned in frustration and laid your head against his shoulder. “Eddie Munson, you are such a pain in my ass.”

“I could be if ya let me.”

“Ed!”

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tetsvya · 3 years

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cw: rusty writing, not properly edited, reader is very upset, tsukishima doesn’t know how to comfort ppl, possibly ooc

As Tsukishima Kei maneuvers his way through one of the less frequented courtyards of the school, he comes to a stop when he notices you sitting on a bench by yourself, head hung low. To somebody else, it probably would've seemed like you were simply enjoying some alone time during your break. But Tsukishima knows you, and he's always been really good at reading you, ever since the two of you were kids. So he knows the tale-tell signs of when you're upset, and right now, every single one of them is as clear as day to him. It makes him contemplate making his way over to you. If it were anyone else, Tsukishima’s sure he would have simply walked past them without batting an eye. But it wasn't just anyone.

It was you. And you've always been different.

You're precious to him, like Yamaguchi. Someone he considers a close friend deep down, no matter what he portrays it as on the surface. But there are certain things he feels for you that he doesn't feel for Yamaguchi, whether he likes to admit it or not. And those are the things that have him trekking through the dewy grass and crossing the courtyard in a few long strides. He comes to a stop just before the bench you're sitting on, but you don't seem to notice. He clears his throat to announce his presence.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Your head snaps up, and you resemble a wild deer caught in the blinding headlights of a car when your gaze meets his. You're quick to turn your head to the side, hands flying up to hastily wipe at your tears. It doesn't really matter though, he's already seen them. You seem to realize that too as your hands slowly slip away from your face, falling into your lap as your shoulders hunch. You still refuse to meet his eyes.

Your voice wobbles as you speak, "Yeah, go ahead."

He silently settles down into the spot beside you, making sure to put a good few inches of space in between the two of you. He sets his backpack on the ground beside his feet before leaning back into the bench, his hands resting on either side of him. Apart from the occasional sniffle you try desperately to hide and he pretends not to hear, a silence settles over the two of you.

Tsukishima would like to say that it was a comfortable silence, the type of silence you'd need to feel better. But then he'd be lying, and he's never really been one to lie.

And he's also never been one to comfort others. So that's why you two sit in a thick, uncomfortable silence as he tries to rack his brain for something to say. He comes to the conclusion that there really isn't anything for him to say, not when he doesn't even know why you're so upset in the first place. He could ask what's wrong, but even if he did, it's not like he'd suddenly know the magic words to make you feel better. He could tell you that everything was going to be okay, but who was he to say that? Besides, he's never been a big fan of hearing those so called "comforting words" while he himself was upset, so he doubts they’d be any real comfort to you.

Suddenly, he's struck with an idea, and as he spares you another glance, he figures it's worth a shot. Sliding his hand into the right pocket of his trousers, he fishes his phone out. Unbeknownst to him, you glance at him through the corner of your eye, watching for a moment as he fumbles with something. Frowning, you’re quick to avert your gaze away from him. A few more moments of silence pass over the two of you before he's clearing his throat and thrusting something out to you.

Blinking, you crane your head to the side, finding his outstretched hand holding an earbud out to you.

Hesitating, your gaze flitters upwards, until your eyes are meeting his. He simply raises an eyebrow. You reach out then, gingerly taking the earbud from his fingers. Your fingertips brush against his as you do so, and while he's sure you don't even pick up on the slight touch, it sends his stomach into an uncomfortable fit of what some might call butterflies (he thinks a nuisance is a better phrase for it). You slip the bud into your right ear before you're silently turning away from him once more. Tsukishima watches you for a moment longer before he's directing his gaze back down to his phone. He slowly begins to scroll through his dozens of playlists, in search of one that he thinks would lift your mood.

He suddenly stops, thumb hovering over a certain private playlist that nobody but him has ever had the pleasure of hearing. Embarrassingly enough, it's titled after you, and despite him constantly telling you that your taste in music was the most unpleasant thing he's ever heard, it's filled with dozens of songs you've recommended to him that he's found himself enjoying. He hesitates, aware that by playing this for you, his secret will be out of the bag and he's bound to receive an insufferable amount of teasing from you. But then he thinks of your puffy red eyes, and he decides he'd rather much see that irritating smirk of yours far more than that melancholy frown he caught a glimpse of earlier.

His thumb presses down on the green play button and not even a moment later, music flows into his left ear.

The familiar tune of a song he vividly remembers you saying you loved plays quietly, and he watches you for any sort of reaction. There is none. He continues to silently wait, discreetly eying you out of the corner of his eye every now and then, but even as the first song fades out and the second one begins, you remain unmoving, face blank as you peer ahead. He frowns at the sight. If you're passing up the chance to poke fun at him, then something must be really wrong. And worst of all, he is officially out of ideas on how to console you. How stupid was he to think that music could help you like it helps him? You were nothing like him. Not in his eyes, at least.

Maybe he should have gone and found Yamaguchi instead. While Tsukki had always been the one to figure out that you were upset, Yamaguchi was usually the one who would comfort you. He'd always been a much better fit for the job. Or perhaps Yachi. The two of you had been quite close since first year. Hell, even that annoying, orange-haired pipsqueak could've done a better job than him, Tsukishima can't help but bitterly think.

Anyone would be better than him.

The sudden thought of sneakily sending Yamaguchi a text instructing him to come meet the two of you crosses his mind, but before he can reach for his phone again, something brushes against the side of his left hand that is still resting on the bench. He pauses, blinking once or twice before he's slowly craning his head downwards. Golden eyes zone in on the way your pinkie finger gently nudges against his before they’re slowly interlocked by you. He blinks down at your intertwined pinkies before he turns to look at you, but you're still not facing him. Your lips part, however, and your voice is soft as you speak.

"Thank you, Tsukki."

Your eyes finally meet his then, and Tsukishima's heart skips a beat when you offer him a ghost of a smile. It's not quite as bright as the one he's used to seeing, but it'll suffice for now. Blinking, it's he who turns away from you this time in a cheap attempt of hiding the way a deep crimson is starting to blossom across his cheeks.

Yeah, you were very precious to him.

"Anytime."

#this is not meant to be tsukkiyama slander!! i adore them :((#anyways happy birthday to my favorite hq boy #yes tsukki is my favorite hq boy #am i ashamed?#...no #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima drabble #haikyuu drabble #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagine #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu fluff

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isagisyoichi · 3 years

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SYNOPSIS: songs they'd post you to on instagram :P

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, reo, chigiri, nagi, rin, sae, raichi, nanase

WARNINGS: swearing, music is based on MY personal taste and MY interpretations of what'd they like so OOC KINDA but idrc this is one if my favorite things ive ever written so 🤣

A/N: im cleaning out my drafts lol enjoy 🥲inspired by the several others i saw do this for hq :P also this was the thing i was supposed to post on my bday #lolz

ISAGI YOICHI: see you again by tyler, the creator, featuring kali uchis

the song is something out of his daydreams, which is fitting for a post about his dream person <3

he’s definitely played this song when you two were cuddling (he’s so corny oh lord)

for the picture, isagi snaps a cute candid of you during your two’s date at a cafe you guys are regulars at.

in the picture, you’re throwing up a peace sign, beaming at your boyfriend brightly.

for extra effect, isagi doodles a little heart in your favorite color on the picture :’)

“you’re so pretty, wow,” isagi mumbles almost

inaudibly, but it manages to convey the full extent of his adoration for you nonetheless.

and while isagi’s on his phone, you get him back and take an off guard of him to post.

he’s blushing like crazy when he opens the notification, a lovestruck grin glued on his face as he wonders how on earth he got so lucky with you.

BACHIRA MEGURU: replay by iyaz

it took me so long to pick a song because i really feel like he’s one of those ppl that only listens to tik tok songs 😭 anyways

bachira posts you 24/7, he loves showing you off. he wants everyone on instagram to know how attractive you are and how much he loves you and will stop at nothing to do so.

he chooses this song because you really are like a melody in his head that he can’t keep out

not that bachira would really want to keep you out his head, though <3

plus, he thinks the song matches the energy of the picture, too.

it’s a mirror photo of you two after your impromptu “fashion show” at one of those gag gift stores where you guys are wearing the dumbest shit ever 😭

where and how bachira found a shirt that said “legalize it” and neon clout goggles is beyond you.

and although bachira is adamant in his fashion prowess, you still think your fit was better 🤭

you guys got kicked out for “not buying anything” and “causing disruption amongst shoppers” but it’s whatever, you guys got the experience 🤞

CHIGIRI HYOMA: thinkin’ bout you by frank ocean

i feel like chigiri seldom posts you ngl 🥲

but it’s not because of anything bad or whatever, but chigiri prefers to save that stuff for special days i.e. birthdays and anniversaries, stuff like that.

and what do you know, your guys one year anniversary just happens to be today!

posts an old candid of you he took while you guys were on a date together.

he really likes your smile in the picture. he wants to see you smile like that forever, to be that happy forever.

and if fate permits it, he wants to be the person that makes you that happy forever.

chigiri captions it “one year ❤️” and that’s it LOL, he’s real classy.

RAICHI JINGO: power trip by j.cole featuring miguel

i stand by this when i say that raichi’s whole thing is “asshole to the world, but never to my lover.”

like the song says, you got him up all night, all he’s singing' is love songs <3

i actually think raichi would post you pretty often, tbh.

he’s the type that loves showing you off and bragging to the world that he has you 🥲

definitely posts a mirror pic of you and him where he’s kissing your on the top of your head as you hold the phone up to the mirror :’)

it’s his favorite picture of you two and also his lockscreen.

it’s so soft and out of character for him, and he knows the other boys will get on his ass for being “whipped,” but raichi couldn't give less of a fuck.

if it’s for you, it's worth it.

MIKAGE REO: sure thing by miguel

this song perfectly describes how reo feels about you.

to him, you’re the only sure thing in a world that’s plagued with unknowns and uncertainties. even if the sky comes falling or if the sun stops shining, reo has faith you two will prevail through it all.

there’s no special occasion that prompts reo to post you, he just loves you and wants to tell the world, that’s it.

reo uses a candid of you that was taken on one of your guys fancier dates in the city.

it’s a snapshot of you dressed to the nines, leaning against a railing, gazing at the vast world below you.

and as the sun began to set in the background, it kissed your skin gently, parallel to a glow of a halo.

it’s a photo too sterling and stellar for reo to describe with something as ineffectual as mere words.

and out of all the contemporary and classic works of art he’s seen in his life, reo knows they’ll never ever be able to hold a candle to you.

NAGI SEISHIRO: fell in luv by playboi carti, featuring bryson tiller

nagi is literally the world’s biggest carti fan, so of course he’s gonna post his favorite person to his favorite artist <3

this song makes him think of your relationship with him because like the song says, he fell in love, but it’s okay, because you two are in love 🥰

but, the part nagi really likes is where bryson tiller’s like, “i put a ring on her, name got a ring to it.” *winks*

(not that you know that, of course.)

in the picture he posts, nagi’s the one giving someone a piggyback ride for once.

you’re on top of him, arms locked around his neck, grinning from ear to ear.

and though nagi’s smile is faint, his fondness for you can still be seen from a mile away.

well, what can he say? nagi’s in love 🥰

(reo swipes up later with “pic creds? 🤨” and nagi just leaves him on seen NRIDKDNRKD)

ITOSHI RIN: gravity by brent faiyaz, featuring tyler, the creator

"actually rin wouldn't post you he's too uptight for that" - 🥸 well that's too bad because idgaf 🤷‍♀️🤣

#NormalizeRinBeingHappy

ANYWAYS rin has his own ways of showcasing his affection for you, and so the idea of posting you has never come to his mind before.

that is, until you let out an extempore mention at how cute your friend and their boyfriend are when you see how their boyfriend posted them on their story.

now, like most teenage boys, rin’s not the most emotionally intelligent person but, he is smart enough to deduce that it would probably make you happy if he posted you, too.

rin chooses his favorite picture ever to do the honors. it’s a rather simple one of you two; your head rests on top of rin’s chest as you two lie down comfortably on his bed.

your arms are extended upwards as you hold rin’s phone up, smiling cutely as rin sideyes you from above with just the slightest tinge of amusement on his face.

there’s no caption LOL, but still it’s so cute, who knew rin could be so cute? (me i did)

the guys have a field day when they see his story, though 😭 they’re all swiping up with shit like “you know how to use ig??” “okay bro i see you🤞🏼” “why don’t you ever post me bae😩”

it takes everything for rin not to block them LOL

ITOSHI SAE: fire and desire by drake

hate to break it to y’all, but sae rarely posts you on his main. but it's not for the reason you think it is.

it’s not because he’s ashamed of you, that’s honestly the farthest thing from it.

the reason you don’t get posted on the main is so stupid LMAO

sae doesn’t like posting on his main at all because he says he has too many followers and it irritates him 😭

apparently when you’re famous, you get tons of followers on instagram. who knew?

and tbh, i get the vibe sae’s the type to want you all to himself 🤨 but he's also an ass and likes bragging so you get posted on his 15 follower finsta 😭😭😭

posts a selfie of you sharing a kiss, where sae’s free hand lightly grips your chin, making you smile into the kiss.

and you can barely see it, but you can definitely still feel the smugness radiating off sae’s smirk when he kissed you 😭

it’s a yeah i’m kissing the finest person on earth, what about it? kinda smirk 🙄

which is where the song comes in- this song is for hot people only, which is why sae used for hottest person ever 🥰

oliver slides up with some stupid shit like “i see you 🧐” and sae also leaves him on seen 😭

NANASE NIJIRO: love is only a feeling by joey bada$$

sweetie pie omg, he’d do the tiktok trend where he shows you off to this song

nanase uses his favorite pictures of you- cute silly little pics you sent him on snap, candids of you, mirror selfies, off guards, your yearbook picture for some reason, all of that.

and he's so giddy the entire time because he thinks the song fits you and him perfectly.

like the song says, you’re so perfect in your own little world and you’re everything he wants <3

(and more importantly, it's a matter of time until your last name is his 🥰)

literally right after he’s done, texts you “check tiktok 😁”

and of course, you’re equally as giddy when you see the tiktok because you have the most adorable boyfriend ever :’)

SHIDOU RYUSEI: nobody's perfect by j. cole, featuring missy elliot

it’s a not car ride with ryusei if this song doesn’t play once (ik he can drive i just do trust me i wrote bllk)

definitely sings along with you as he drives one handed, with the other hand holding one of yours <3

posts a photobooth picture of you two doing the tiktok heart (yk what i’m talking about? the one you do with just your pointer and middle)

you’re sat on ryusei’s lap with his free arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

your fingers are just barely connecting in order to construct your makeshift heart because ryusei’s too busy peppering kisses on your neck, the sensation of his lips on your exposed skin making you giggle, as encaptured in the photo.

he captions it “4lifer🤞” and you can’t even get mad at how corny he is because it’s cute, he’s cute.

keeps the rest photo strip in his wallet <3

BONUS: songs i think would be cute to post some of them to :3

isagi — blue hour by txt: his eyes are blue, his favorite color is blue, come on, ik yall see the vision

reo — i'll kill you by summer walker, featuring jhené aiko: i just think reo's pride would go through the roof if you posted him to this 😭 he'd be so smug but he'd love the energy tbh

raichi — the way by ariana grande, featuring mac miller: "i got a bad boy, i must admit it. got my heart, i don't know how he did it." enough said.

bachira — good form by nicki minaj, featuring lil wayne: wait hear me out, you don't post him to this song, y'all do that tiktok trend where you guys go back and forth with each other with the lyrics

sae — trust by brent faiyaz: "everyone know my name when i come through." come on. big sae energy.

nanase — pete davidson by ariana grande: this song is too cute and i feel like it matches his energy so well

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jeanbeaux · 3 years

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SATIVA

iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

w/c: 1.5k

warnings: 18+/minors dni/smut, cockwarming, (legal) drug use, characters are 22 in this, features college iwa bc furudate did not give us enough of him and various characters that i chose are also going to uci post time skip

a/n: its gemini szn yall which means its the season of my favorite pussy pounder and my bestie @aiiwa (hbd my love ❤️❤️❤️) anyways this is my first hq piece so i hope y’all enjoy. much luv to my beta readers @asahiswrld & @smoochiesdiarie, and yes, this was inspired by sativa by jhene aiko

Even after twenty-two trips around the sun, it’s safe to say that Iwaizumi Hajime is not a party person. He’s the designated driver, the one you can depend on. His routine is to nurse a beer or two to stay lucid for some pong games, his usual bedtime being pushed back when he helps cart all his friends back to their respective dorms after a night of hitting shots. He’s been getting away with this since freshman year, nobody challenging the presence of the designated dad friend.

Too bad the jig was finally up when the party was about him.

It’s his turn in the spotlight, and he’s never felt more out of place. He’s smiling sheepishly as he stands in front of the cactus shaped cake; Mattsun said it’s because of his hair, but he has a feeling its a thinly veiled dick joke. His cheeks are growing redder as the crowd continues to sing Happy Birthday off key, Tanaka smacking him on the back at the end of each lyric. He loves and appreciates everyone here, he really does, but he knows that June 10th was the perfect occasion for his friends to throw a rager at Ushijima’s beach house that they would enjoy more than him.

And when he finally blows those candles out, the spotlight shifts again — the quick round of celebratory cheers dying out to the sounds of Saeko goading Akiteru into letting her take a body shot and Makki drunkenly duetting Terushima to Dick by Starboi3 on the patio. In the midst of all this chaos, he finds his lifeline — you — making your way to the middle of the middle of the room to with a tightly rolled blunt between your manicured fingers.

“Nice hat,” you giggle, flicking the brim of the feathered cowboy hat resting on his dark locks.

“Oh, thank you,” he smiles back. “Shittykawa’s always saying that pink was my color. Enjoying the party so far?”

“Oh yeah. Who wouldn’t have fun seeing the stoic Iwaizumi Hajime get a little shy?”

His cheeks tint once again, and you can’t help but notice that Oikawa really did have a point about pink being his color. “I hope that’s not all you’re here for. Shy Hajime is clocking out for the night pretty soon.”

“Boooo, I had a birthday present and everything for him too,” you pout, waving the blunt in front of his face. “I guess I can share it with the regular old Hajime if he wants.”

“He might be down for that.”

“Then do you want to get out of here? People won’t mind if I steal the birthday boy away, would they?”

Iwaizumi cracks a smile in response. “I doubt they’ll even notice.”

Sure enough, the both of you slip through the french doors with ease, giggling as you pad through the sand to head over to his car. At first glance, nobody would have ever expected that straight-laced Iwaizumi Hajime would be the type to mess around with the devil’s lettuce. You certainly hadn’t, as you were originally smoking buddies with Makki and Mattsun, a bond created to unwind after the brutality of organic chemistry exams. Iwaizumi was just the third roommate, the one who grunted a hello as he headed to the gym while the three of you indulged in your munchies on the couch. All that changed when you had walked in on him taking a hit from the three foot beaker bong they had set up in the living room — clouds gathering in the glass in between his toned thighs. He’d greeted you with a lazy smile and waved you over to the couch to join him, offering the tube to you. It was the first time you had seen him without a furrowed brow, the first time seeing him without the stress of the world he always seemed to carry on his shoulders. In that moment, you felt like you were meeting him all over again, finally introduced to who Iwaizumi Hajime was when he relaxed.

Whenever you smoked with Makki and Mattsun, there was always something that went awry, like Mattsun attempting to order twelve pizzas with a Seth Rogen impersonation or Makki having the urge to unscrew all the doorknobs in the apartment. But with Iwaizumi, it was different. It was peaceful, the comfortable silence you two shared occasionally broken by a giggle and a dumb observation. Makki and Mattsun had noticed the dynamic you two had was different when you smoked, and more often than not they had been slipping out of the apartment to leave you two alone before pantomiming a lewd gesture before making their way out the door. But that envelope had never been pushed, and you were okay with that, but that pit at the bottom of your stomach was starting to grow more at the thought of just being solely a smoking buddy to him.

You finally reach Iwaizumi’s Camry for him to open the passenger side door for you before rounding toward the driver’s seat. He ends up with his chest nearly crashing into the wheel with how far the seat is pushed up, earning a laugh from you as he sheepishly explains how he’s been borrowing his aunt’s car for the time being and hasn’t been able to get the seat unstuck. You decide to forgo the height joke that had been sitting on your tongue, it’s his birthday after all, and lean over the console to hand him the lit blunt. You watch as he brings it to his mouth and takes a deep inhale, the striped button down shirt rising as his lungs expand, and eventually, the smoke curls past his pursed lips in a slow exhale, and it’s a miracle that he doesn’t see you practically drooling at the sight as he passes the blunt back to you. This routine continues for a while, the inside of the car growing foggier with every hit you take as your playlist goes on softly in the background. The both of you are laughing as you try to mimic the beat drops with your hands, fingers brushing past each other occasionally starting a fire that licks down your veins.

“Oh,” he remarks, looking at the shrinking blunt between his fingers. “We’re almost out.”

“Well, the last hit should go to you, consider it a gift,” you say.

“Why don’t we share?”

“Share?” The word feels heavy in your mouth, the drugs clouding what he could possibly be alluding to.

“Yeah, share. Look at me,” Iwaizumi rests both elbows on the console, face hovering inches away from yours as he begins to exhale the smoke in your face.

“Iwa,” you giggle, batting the clouds away, “I think we need to be a little closer to pull that off.” You pluck the blunt from his fingers and inhale, leaning in to where your noses brush past each other and breathe into his mouth. “Did that work?” Your heart is trying to work it’s way out of your chest with how hard it’s beating.

“No,” he admits, “Can we get closer?”

“Please.” The word all but rushes out of you.

He puts a hand on your jaw to tilt your face, lips slotting against yours as he pulls you into a kiss. He’s stroking his thumb gently against your cheek, and in that moment, you wonder how you aren’t just melting into the seat, melting into him. He pulls away briefly, whispering, “I forgot the smoke that time.”

“I didn’t mind it,” you smile back. Iwaizumi moves back to lean in the driver's seat, gripping the handle and pushing it back with a loud shove. Then he’s helping you out of the passenger side, the large hands on your waist guiding you as your knees bracket his thighs. His mouth finds his way back to yours, and you grind back down against his growing bulge as his hands move underneath your skirt to give your ass a tight squeeze. He groans against your lips when he starts to feel how wet you are against his jeans, and you can feel the timbre of his voice radiating in your bones, causing you to whimper in response. His fingers start playing with the waistband of your underwear, waiting for you to give the word before he takes things any further.

“Hajime, please,” you beg, “I need you.” That’s all it takes to make the lace snap swiftly beneath his grip, tossing your ruined panties to the side before shoving his jeans and boxers down his thighs. You both moan at how his shaft is pressed against your cunt, he’s so close to you, so impossibly close, but it’s still not enough. He’s moving your hips across his length to coat himself in your slick, helping you rise on your knees so he can line himself up with your entrance. His fingers rub soft circles against your clit as you sink yourself down on him, murmuring about just how well you are taking him. He’s filling you up better than you could have ever imagined, and you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding when you’ve finally taken him to the hilt. He picks up the forgotten blunt, inhaling sharply before exhaling once again into your parted and waiting lips.

“Think we finally got close enough?” he asks. The way he looks back at you expectantly makes you realize how he’s been waiting for this to happen just as long as you have, making you break out in a dopey grin before you respond.

“Yeah, I think this is the perfect distance.”

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Graves into Gardens | Reiner Braun x Reader | Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Revelations

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Modern AU, spoilers up to season four, slight manga spoilers (only by including characters met later), captivity, mentions of death, violence enemies to lovers, angst, and eventual smut (ohohoho we’re so hot on it now, just wait until the end of this one)

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Thank you so, so much to everyone who has left comments, screamed in reblog tags, and just encouraged me to create this story. I have never felt so much love for a fic in the time I’ve been writing.

This chapter reveals a lot, and it’s a little longer than the rest, but it’s for good reason- the end of this is one of my favorite things I’ve written.

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Reiner’s apartment truly wasn’t much. You thought he’d been joking, perhaps was even being humble, but the small studio apartment was quite dismal. The walls were stark white, a few faded posters peeling off the wall from neglect, a couple of medals and trophies lining a small bookshelf that was bursting with paperbacks and notebooks. A simple bed with a royal blue comforter and overstuffed pillows, the most compact L-shaped couch in front of a tv, and a corner dominated by a desk with two monitors and stacks of documents, manila envelopes, and crates of papers crammed below.

A kitchenet that looked hardly used was tucked away in another corner, the entryway to a small bathroom right near it.

There was truly nothing worth looking twice at, save a handful of framed photos scattered around.

You’d taken it all in rather hurriedly, still out of breath from practically running through snowy alleyways, the developing snowstorm covering the land like fresh linen. There was a window near his bed, which you gravitated toward after kicking off your damp boots by the door. Not much a view, either. Just more desolate, brick buildings and a sorry looking street below.

He told you once that he didn’t grow up with much, and it unfortunately seemed like despite joining the ranks of the military, he was still left with close to nothing.

“What are we here for?”

He was busy toiling with the thermostat, thick fingers mashing against the heat button to try to warm the small box of an apartment.

“You won’t like it,” he grumbled, golden eyes glancing over to you with a tinge of regret painting his brow.

“Then why bring me?”

“Because you need to see it.”

You tucked your hands under your arms, the chill of the winter’s day finally settling into your bones.

You watched keenly as he shrugged off his snow laden jacket, hanging it by the door before promptly locking it. He seemed as out of breath as you were, nose red from the cold, hands shaking as he fumbled with his phone. You bit the inside of your cheek with impatience, a small flame of ire licking its way into your chest.

Bringing you out here could get you killed. He knew that, right? Of course he did, but he did it anyways. Surely this matter of seemingly great importance could’ve been fetched by one of his comrades. You hadn’t quite considered the danger leaving the headquarters could bring upon you until you were dashing through the streets, the heavy paw of Reiner’s hand squeezing around your wrist. At one point in time, he’d shoved you back down another corridor, shielding you with the size of his body as particular caravan of cars turned down the roadway. He seemed to fear any pair of government eyes spying you.

He always was so careless.

He was busy texting someone, still standing idle, lip worried between his teeth.

Must be the girl you ran into that’s giving him a headache. He probably thought he could slip out and back again without a soul noticing, without anyone giving him grievance, but that bright eyed little cousin of his had ruined that. She’d been so excited to see him; he probably hadn’t been to see his family quite a while, seeing that he was on guard duty after his last mission.

How many days had it been since you’d been here? You’d honestly lost track of time, your world feeling like it had been caught in a slow turn of molasses. A few seconds could feel like hours, days felt like minutes, every heartbeat felt like it could be your last. You tried to add it all up in your head, eyes closing as you replayed all the events that led to you standing in Reiner Braun’s home in Marley.

A week and a half, you surmised. But it could be a little more, a little less. You think you would have kept your eyes on the sun a little more acutely, seeing that you’d missed it rise and fall for at least two days when you were bound in that cell.

“Are you alright?”

For a moment, you thought you had spoken the words. You were thinking them, but he asked you instead.

“That’s a loaded question,” you looked back down to the street, catching the sight of a line of what appeared to be school children marching in tandem down the sidewalk, snow in their hair and happiness on their faces, “but for the moment, I’m okay.”

Reiner pulled his lips to the side, considering your words. Maybe it hadn’t dawned on him that you couldn’t have been in any state of ease since you’d been promptly abducted and plopped down in this new world to navigate.

“Are you alright?” You encored, observing how his worried thumbs were still fast against the screen.

“Have I ever been?”

You made at face at that reply, corners of your mouth turning down while your shoulders shrugged. Fair enough.

Though, for the first time, a bit of pity crept into your mind. Reiner didn’t really ask for this life, did he? He was doing whatever he could to get by, fallen rather inelegantly into the position of being sent to Paradis, and was now being handed you to watch over, presumably without his full consent. You were both pawns in this world, kings and rooks dominating the board and playing you both for fools.

Being a Scout hadn’t been your intention, either. You’d once had other dreams: college, a career, a family, but you’d been grandfathered into the role by your government working parents, and cemented into it when they’d died. You had nothing else to do, so you served. You served your country, your friends, but you also served yourself, using the role to keep your life afloat, even if it sometimes meant spilling the lifeblood of others, even if it meant sacrificing aspirations and settling. Though, you would admit that some rather beautiful things managed to bloom from the barren soil. Regrettably, those had all been left behind, washed away by tides you couldn’t control.

“I’m sorry,” Reiner grunted, sinking into the cushions of the couch, “she—she already opened her mouth. I’ve gotten Annie to settle things at HQ, but I imagine Chief is still furious.”

“Is it such a bad thing to take me out here? I mean, you could easily stop me if I tried to run away.”

“Could I?”

You debated his question. While you were quite nimble, you’d be like a rat in a maze trying to find a way out of this god forsaken place.

“If I let you,” you reasoned, a tinge of humor behind your words.

He smiled, all warm and soft, full lips parting. The realization that you hadn’t seen him smile in years pummeled into your chest like a heavy hand stealing from your lungs. It made the sorrow that much more palpable.

“For the record, Zeke is more upset I didn’t ask permission. He’s hellbent on his authority.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

You also pinpointed something else of note, a picture glinting on his nightstand catching your attention.

It resembled the same one you’d seen on Zeke’s desk, only now you could make out the faces. Reiner didn’t pay you any mind as you reached for the framed memory, plucking it from its home, dust from the back of it staining your fingers.

A red booth housed five familiar faces, all grinning over half-drank pints of beer. Their arms were interlocked around each other’s shoulders, all the men young and handsome, Reiner and Bertholdt even more youthful than when they’d first walked through the doors of the Scout Office. Then there was Zeke seated next to Porco, the latter in that green jacket you’d seen him in earlier. But your eyes were set on a face you’d never thought you’d see again, a face that possessed the very recesses of your mind, only appearing late at night when you’d see it in corners, catch it lingering behind your eyelids. He was attractive, appeared personable, messy dark hair and distinct brow that matched the boy next to him.

“Reiner…” you whispered, still unmoving from your spot between the bed and the window pane, “who is this?”

He peered over his shoulder, any hint of a smile now vanished like etchings being erased from a page.

“You don’t recognize him?”

Him, a photo full of faces, and he knew who you were asking about. He’d probably stared too long at the ghost himself. You wondered if he ever placed the frame down at night to sleep better; you would have, if you’d killed someone you cared about.

“You know I do.”

Reiner held his hand out, long arm stretched across the back of the couch. You finally talked your feet into moving, shuffling across the hardwood as you placed the offending item into his upturned palm.

Then, you sat next to him, your knees bumping together as you tried to analyze the emotions stirring within. You couldn’t quite place any of them—Regret? Fear? Curiosity? Sadness? But they were quelled when Reiner placed his hand on your twitching thigh, pressing that anxiousness away for a moment.

“Marcel Galliard, Porco’s older brother.”

Your lips parted, both of your attentions centered on the souvenir held between you.

“It was his birthday, and we hadn’t had the chance to celebrate mine and Zeke’s yet either, so we all went out for drinks. I unfortunately don’t remember much from that night, but I remember being…happy, content.”

“Why’d you do it?” you asked it a little quickly, “why would you…save me, not him?”

“I told you, some things I don’t have a choice about.”

“But you—you could’ve said he killed me and got away, right? You did have a choice.”

You saw how his jaw clenched, muscles in his cheek flexing.

“I don’t know.” Agony lined his voice, the words soft, hushed.

That situation was something you both thought about far too often than you’d like to admit, a late-night mulling that never led to conversation.

“I’m sorry.” You took the photo away, placed it face down on the coffee table.

“Don’t be. We can’t change the past,” he said solemnly.

You could, however, lament it. Which is something you did perhaps too often.

━━━─── • ───━━━

Reiner wasn’t ready for what was to come. He knew he never would be, which is why he threw precaution to the wind and decided to lay his cards on the table now.

He had to pick a side. Even if these wars didn’t truly concern him, even if the fate of countries ultimately didn’t matter to his conscious, you did—you mattered, he mattered, and he had to start thinking about things on a smaller scale.

He wanted to go back to Paradis. He practically yearned to go back in time, to return to a place where being Eldian didn’t matter, where his status didn’t matter, where he could remake himself into something new. If it hadn’t been for his binds connecting him to Marley, he could’ve actually seen hope instead of sorrow on the horizon. He could never seem to cut the vines, could never actually get away from the people controlling his life.

But now, now he saw an out, and it was with you. When this cataclysm first happened, all he wanted was for you to be dead, for you to go away and leave him and his miseries alone to rot and wither. Being with you, however, reminded him of a life he could have. He just had to make it happen, he had to start molding his own clay, had to keep bearing the weight of the world like the weary Atlas until he could find a way to make it turn in his favor.

He was tired of wishing for death.

Which is why he had to bring you here and why he would handle the consequences that were waiting in the distance.

You might not be very helpful to Marley, but he could be of use to Paradis.

“I believe you,” he hadn’t noticed he was still touching you, fingers gripping onto your leg like a lifeline, “about Zeke. I believe you because I—we, Pieck, Annie, Bertie—we know he’s up to something beyond what he tells us and the generals. He is working with someone in Paradis. We don’t know who, but we do think we know what for.”

“Oh my god…oh my god. Why didn’t you—”

“You think I can just fucking say that when anyone could be outside my door listening?”

“I thought you said I wouldn’t like what you have to show me.”

He noticed how your shoulders relaxed, like you’d been holding in tension for far too long.

“That’s not…I have something else for you.”

He didn’t move just yet, not quite ready to actually set this all in motion.

This all hinged on you. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew you quite well; of course, that was the you of four years ago. The you he had next to him now was older, scarred, burdened, but he still felt that same magnetic pull to you that he could never explain. He was just a moon consigned to orbit you, to be connected to you even when neither of you desired the attachment.

He knew you were going to be upset, livid; his skin was already prickled at the thought of how you would possibly punch him if when you read what he had to give.

At least you always looked pretty when you were angry.

He could still remember how Jean had cowered undeath his desk when you’d stomped into the office after discovering he’d used the branch’s own money to play in a high-stakes poker game while undercover. He’d been fishing for information on the elites, found himself tipsy, and then found himself on the receiving end of your fury. The only thing that stopped your yelling was Erwin, who, for personal reasons, didn’t want any fuss made over government money being gambled away.

Erwin. He’d never cared for how close you were to him.

Reiner finally stood, expecting you to sit and wait, but you were following him like a shadow, small hand wrapped around his forearm as he moved to his computer. When he sat down, that hand moved up to his shoulder, your fingers squeezing into his muscle with encouragement. It didn’t really put him at ease.

He turned the desktop on, the monitor flashing to life. He typed in his password quickly, then went searching for that folder he’d kept hidden away so he’d never bother to look at it again.

“Hand me one of those,” he nodded his head in the direction of a small container of flash drives on the other side of his desk. You plucked one out of its resting spot and went ahead and placed it into the port on the computer. He knew you wouldn’t question why had so many on hand—you both knew how it all worked, you both kept important documents that had to be shuffled around digitally.

Familiar names lined the inside of the folder, ones he’d once tried to forget. He heard you suck in a quick breath and took a moment to look up at you. Your brow was set, tongue obviously caught between your teeth to keep yourself from saying anything.

This was his job. He was in charge of keeping tabs on The Scouts, he was the one who fed Marley all the information they could. Well, almost all of it.

“These are files I never gave over. They’re yours now. I never gave Marley everything they wanted I…I thought I was protecting you. There’s also a few files on Zeke that Pieck created in here, too.”

You both watched as he copied the folder over to the flash drive, one by one the names and dates slowly dropping into a new safe place for them.

He touched your waist, signaling you to step back. He rolled his chair out, ducking under the desk for a split moment to gather a box of the printed documents he had actually handed over; the action was a mistake.

You were leaned over him in an instant, hand clutching and moving the mouse so quickly it scraped against the desk. He attempted to reach up and stop you, but he paused—there were still bruises on your wrist, on your fingers, faded watercolors of surviving pain. He’d gripped your hand, your wrists, all day, why hadn’t you stopped him?

He already knew which file you opened; he didn’t need to look. But he did anyways, moving the crate to the side and sitting back in his chair, arms crossed across his chest. His poor heart felt like it was going to burst.

Marco Bott’s face filled part of the screen, all sweet and freckled like he remembered. Those kind eyes were looking straight at him, judging him. Reiner was just waiting, he knew what was said in there, he wrote it all, still recalled how puffy his eyes were when he did it, how much he regretted it.

There was a pregnant pause, one so heavy he felt like he was being crushed.

This all hinged on you. He needed you to help him, needed you to help you.

“I fucking knew it.”

He was already flinching, shrinking. He watched the screen scroll, the black letters and white spaces all a blur.

“Threat eliminated by gunfire, killed by organized crime members after…” you hesitated, eyes dancing as you reread the words, “after his gear was removed to ensure death.”

He was on his feet before you could hit him, backing away from your clenched fists, chair rolling to be forgotten in the corner.

“What. Did. You. Do?”

Each word came with a step toward him. He was running out of space, nearly tripping over the edge of the couch as you encroached upon him.

“What did you do?” Your voice was getting louder, pain written across your face like he’d just stabbed you. “You told me there was no fucking truth about Marco!”

“There isn’t! Marco’s dead, there’s no changing—”

“There’s no changing the past,” you mocked his words, venom dripping from your tongue.

━━━─── • ───━━━

Your blood was boiling, wrath itching between your fingers.

You were going to kill him. You were going to wind your fists around his neck and watch the life drain slowly from his eyes like he fucking deserved.

You couldn’t believe you’d let you guard down, that you’d started to trust him. You always knew something had gone awry the night Marco died. He’d been slaughtered, ransacked with bullet holes across his body. It was like he had been dropped into the line of fire, dangled out like a piece of meat to be eaten alive.

And he didn’t have his gear, that’s what stumped everyone looking into the mess of it all. It was like he had walked in unprepared, like a boy on a suicide mission walking straight to his death. Thirty-six bullets and even more empty, splattered holes littered had riddled his corpse. Jean had fallen to his knees. Connie didn’t speak for a week. Sasha didn’t eat for days.

Because of Reiner’s decision, that man suffered, you all mourned, and you felt like you most of all had let him down. Marco had been your protégé, you’d taught him everything he knew, and that was the first mission he was allowed to go on after his training. You’d been tailing a rather violent gang, found their hideout, and were infiltrating for arrests and to see what was inside. Marco had been paired with Reiner and Bertholdt to lead the first wave of infiltration, while you and the rest waited for the signal to rush the back doors to the run-down ranch not far out of the city of Trost. They’d been up ahead by the barn that was sandwiched between stables.

But your signal turned to sounds of gunfire. You could still hear it echoing in your ears as you approached Reiner. The sounds of metal clicking, of repeated blasts from automatic weapons ringing across the hillsides like single note windchimes in a raging storm.

“Tell me why.”

Your fingers were digging into his shirt before you could stop yourself, the threads of the worn Henley threatening to rip from your nails sinking into it. You could actually feel his heart beat against his chest, a frightened bird trying to flee his ribcage.

When he didn’t speak right away, your anger flared, made you shove him back against the wall with all your might. It made your arms hurt, like you’d just slammed your hands against brick, a sharp pain that made you hiss.

“He overheard us—”

“Overheard what?”

You could tell he was getting a little infuriated as well, nostrils flaring as he looked down his nose at you. It must look funny, you pressing him against the wall of his own apartment. Reiner was nearly twice your size—he was bigger than most people, and he towered over you like a looming threat.

“Let me fucking finish,” he took a deep breath, eyes nearly glazing over, “He overheard Bertie and I talking about how we should relay the details of that gang, of organized crime in general, to Marley. We—we hadn’t had time to talk alone since we’d been prepping that shit for days. We didn’t know Marco followed us around to that side of the rooftop.”

“That’s it? He heard you whispering little secrets and you killed him for it?”

One of the buttons near the neckline of his shirt popped as your knuckles dug deeper into the fabric.

“He literally heard us say that we needed to find a time to call General Magath of Marley. If he lived and told someone that—,” his breath caught for a moment when one of your nails started to pierce his skin, “it would have compromised our entire mission. We’d been there for three years, and he could’ve ruined it all.”

You were at your breaking point. You could feel that terrible heat that comes with sadness creeping up your neck, snaking around to your cheeks. If you weren’t careful, you were going to cry. All this time, all this time spent wondering why, and this was why he had to die?

Killing wasn’t unusual in your life. It was part of the job, something you’d unfortunately had to do on a few occasions. You knew those strangers who ate your bullets or your knife had families, that they were people too, but most of them were monsters, thieves, rapists, threats to the corrupted balance of the governmental structure. But Marco…he was like family, and finding his limp, almost unrecognizable body had sent even the most hardened veterans into despair. Levi took off from work the next day; the only time he had ever missed a day on the job.

“Tell me how!” You truly didn’t mean to scream it, but the emotions raging in your stomach, your chest, it all ached too much.

“Be quiet, I have neighbors—”

“I don’t give a fuck about your god damn neighbors, Reiner!”

He finally moved then, his once idle hand now jerking up to your face to fiercely hold your cheeks beneath his fingers. You tried to smack his hand away, your own fingers digging and tugging at his wrist.

“Letme-go!” Your words were jumbled, your open mouth allowing his fingers to press your cheeks in between your teeth.

“You have to be fucking quiet,” he hissed, a whole new light shining in his eyes, a familiar rage you had seen when you’d fought against him the day Paradis was invaded. The reality of how large he was sunk in again; he looked like a vengeful god peering down at you, all hot-blooded and incensed.

You thought for a moment he wouldn’t hurt you, but then you remembered he already had. He had the inclination to be just as cruel as you could be.

His fingers stayed firm against your cheeks, holding you like he was daring you to speak again.

“Tellmehow,” you managed to spit out, wincing when he took the leverage he had on your face and used it to shove you back. You stumbled, banging into the side of the couch as you rubbed at the sore flesh of your mouth.

But he was unmoving, back straight against the wall, a statue built on the foundation of wrath and agony, waiting to crack and fall onto you if you made the wrong move.

“We knew their guards were patrolling. Bertholdt covered his mouth while I stripped him of his equipment, of his guns, and I pushed him off the roof and into their sight.”

He said it so calmly that it made you sick. But that was a reality he had to live with every day, wasn’t it? He had to replay in his mind over and over again that he had done such a vile thing, he had to justify it else it would eat him alive.

Your tears were hot, but contained, your lashes blinking them aside as you just stared at him. You opened your mouth to scream at him, you were so ready to spew hatred and let it burn him, but he was quicker than you.

With one step, he was on you, your hair wrapped in his fast as he wrenched your head to the side, smarting your scalp to silence you.

“Marco’s dead, and I’m sorry for it. You fucking screaming will do nothing but have the assholes who live below me calling the authorities and you’ll find yourself in a much worse prison than before.”

You didn’t like how he was right. Still, you glared up at him, brows pinched together in pain.

It felt like you’d merged into him, those rapid hearts within your chests suddenly beating as one with the same suffering, the same torment. You both had to live with the poor reality of your lives; you were killers, you were monsters too.

You were too close to him, could smell the heat of his skin, could feel his breath against your sore cheeks. Your hands were flat against his chest, trapped between you, his arm an anchor as it tugged at the roots of your hair, keeping your face turned towards his.

You couldn’t help but look at him, there was nowhere else to focus, only on him. It was like you could see the pages of a book open across his face, wretchedness and anguish painted in broad strokes in the fair wrinkles around his eyes, in the curve of his brow. It was beauty and pain bleeding together, the amber color of his eyes swirling as he searched your own face like he was looking for something. What would he find hidden behind your own grief?

“I hate you,” you whispered, breath long gone.

“I know.”

“And I’ll never forgive you.”

It was like he was moving closer, the time you were losing now completely stopped, frozen between your bodies.

“Don’t want forgiveness,” he caught your whisper and gave it back, “just judgement.”

His lips met yours with a bruising fervor.

The hand in your hair flexed, pulled you closer, made you gasp as your hands slid up his chest. Your fingers found his rumbling throat, and in the back of your mind, you recalled how just moments ago you were waiting to snatch the life from his neck. You felt his pulse beating beneath your thumb, a war drum beating hot and fast in his veins. Your mouth was moving against his, eyes closed, suddenly greedy and hungry; for what, you didn’t know. All you did know was that this felt so wrong, like you’d taken a misstep and landed right into the lion’s lap, but that it also felt like absolution, like he was devouring your sins and taking them for his own.

Your mouth slanted for him, a hum resounding from both your throats as you fell into this new, strange rhythm. You’d thought about it before, kissing him like this, feeling those plush lips against yours, angry and hot and needy. You cherished the taste of him, like a dark, rich wine filling up your mouth, spilling over and enveloping your senses. Your tongue tempted him to open his lips, to let you in. There was no hesitation.

His other hand found your hip, fingers mean and pulling you impossibly closer. Your palms drifted up from his neck, found his face, thumbs smoothing over cheekbones. You could feel the soft hairs of his cheeks, his chin, sweeping against your skin. It all felt too good, like you were getting lost, delirium taking over. Nothing else mattered anymore, just the gratification of tasting his emotions, of taking his groans into your mouth and echoing them back. You pressed harder into him, kept your tongue tangled with his, noses brushing as you found new beats to your rhythm.

It was wicked, sinful, something your heart was pleading for and your mind screaming out against. But you couldn’t stop. You didn’t stop. It was as if you kissed for as long as you’d known each other. Every year passed by, every regret, every sharp turn of your tongues against one another, all the hurt and longing, placed into one moment of your bodies finding one another.

When the heat began to die, you were both still stroking the flames, deep, languid kisses turned into smaller presses of your lips against one another. It was intoxicating and you felt so drunk, so, so drunk off of him.

There was a stillness between you, like the gentle sigh and breaths of the world as it awoke to the morning sun when you finally stopped. A lulling peacefulness lingered in the wake of what you’d done.

His hands were still on your body, in your hair, looser now. Yours were still on his face when your eyes fluttered open.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, lips plump, wet.

“I know.”

Next Chapter

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kagsluvr · 3 years

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hq boys as things my exes/flings did pt.2

a/n: i swear these scenarios probably make it seem i was in such happy relationships but nooo never that, (i’m exaggerating some of these, but it’s fine since the boys would definitely do these for you with no complication :D) anyway here's a pt. 2 no one asked for but i felt like writing anyway cuz i couldn’t sleep last night lol <3

part one here

- kageyama tobio will always appreciate a nice set of nice, healthy nails. he probably cares about your nails more than you do yourself. when he’s playing with your hands, he especially likes to rub against your nails, making sure they’re in the best condition possible. he will most definitely take you to the nail salon every two or three weeks for you to get them professionally cleaned and painted (if you want). and he always pays for it. he doesn’t ever let you pay for them lol. “no let me, please” he always says, with a baby pout on his face and of course, you let him.

- miya osamu will bake sweets for you all the time. chocolate chip cookies, fudge brownies, lemon cupcakes (they’re fucking good), you name it. you never asked him once to bake something for you, he just does it as a symbol of affection. he knows how much you love it too. he saw it in your face. the first time you took a bite of his homemade matcha brownies, your eyes widened and you began to chew slower, savoring the flavor of every single bite. this made him very happy, taking it as a sign to give you more of his love-filled desserts.

- iwaizumi hajime will always carry your textbooks for you. he never lets you carry them yourself no matter how much you insist. the book could just be a skinny soft-covered math workbook, and he would still snatch it from your hands to hold it for you as you guys make your way to the cafeteria. before you guys started dating, when you were still friends, you complained a lot about how your next year’s classes were going to assign such thick and heavy textbooks. well he remembered this and couldn’t be more than happy to be dating you now so he could perform the chivalrous act of carrying your books.

- sugawara koushi will always allow you to take the only available seat in a crowded bus or train. he stands up next to you, one hand holding the railing above his head and the other holding yours. he even offers you one of his airpods, as you both listen to music, slightly tuning out the conversations between other passengers and the rusty noise of the moving train. although, there are still many instances where there’s two seats available next to each other.

- yamaguchi tadashi will make a ton of playlists for you. will make playlists full of songs that remind him of you, or will make some full of song recommendations. occasionally he would just come across a song he really likes and would get too excited to add it to a playlist to send to you later on, so he would just send it to you right away. you both have a wide music taste range and along the way, you guys tend to share a lot of favorite artists. he will also listen to and appreciate the tunes that you send to him, which makes you incredibly happy.

- ushijima wakatoshi will surprise you with little things that remind him of you. whether its a bouquet of flowers or a pocket sized hand sanitizer of your favorite scent. he remembers every little detail you tell him about yourself and casually gifts you anything that he associates you with. he recently bought you a vanilla cupcake candle because he remembered you telling him how your 12th birthday was your favorite because you had vanilla cupcakes as one of the party treats and they tasted out of this world. then ever since, vanilla cupcakes have been your favorite dessert.

- tsukishima kei will always tie your shoes whenever you’re with him. you guys will walk down the hallway or will be your way home from school and he’ll be the first one to notice the dangling shoelaces of yours flopping around each time you take a step. he stops you in your tracks and bends down to knot them - not as tight as you’d think he would. he does this shit on purpose, just so the laces can become loose enough to untie itself again, only for him to do the same thing again, even if it’s only been like five minutes since that last time he tied it.

- sakusa kiyoomi will practically beg you to wear his hoodies and sweaters. which you don’t mind at all. almost every morning, he’ll approach you, offering a freshly washed jacket to wear, even though you already have one on. he insists and of course, you accept it. the comfort of walking around school in a jacket slightly bigger than yours makes you feel extra warm. your parents don’t like it when you wear other people’s clothes, so at the end of the day, you give back his jacket. this works out perfectly for him since he gets to wash them immediately when he gets home, ready to hand you another one the next day.

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bakugou-jpg · 4 years

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Autumn leaves || K. Bokuto

Hello everyone ! Here is another Haikyuu HQ server collab :) Please let me know of you guys can see this, last time o uploaded it it bugged. Anyway hope you guys will enjoy this and here is the link to the masterlist.

September 20

The soft pattering of the raindrops on the window felt like a comforting lullaby that whispered into his ear. It kept him trapped into his slumber, the comforting irregular melody trapping him under its spell.

It wasn't the warmest day of the year, that could surely be said for the man unconsciously nuzzled his face deeper into the covers to get away from the chill that tickled his body. Then again, sleeping without a shirt on and only in a pair boxers wasn't exactly the best pick for a pyjama on a september day.

As he was slowly waking up bit by bit one of his hands slid over matras in search for the source of warmth he'd cuddle up to each morning before waking up, only to find nothing but an empty spot next to him a very light trace of warmth still there.

It was a sunday, so usually it meant that there were no plans for that day but to sleep in and enjoy each other's presence.

Slowly peeking open one eye, Bokuto glanced at the empty spot next to him while grumbling. You were supposed to be there next to him, like usual, but it seemed like you had already gotten out of bed. Not too long ago, for your warmth was still present on the spot you once were.

The blinds were closed, yet if he peeked through the small gap he could see the rain covered window and how the dark clouds overtook the once blue sky making him feel like it was in the late afternoon.

The man inhaled sharply before rolling over onto his back, his arm thrown over his face with the other still in the empty spot next to him before he sighed loudly and stretched his limbs. Bokuto for the love of god could never stretch like a normal person for he always let out this loud groan that sounded like a bear screaming out in pain.

But really, was just your 6 feet tall boyfriend waking up.

Slowly creeping one eye open, Bokuto let his eye get used to the light. Everything was still fuzzy and blurry, he felt like his eyes might of have been glued shut for how heavy and sticky they felt.

A sound coming from the hallway made him poke his head out of the covers to take a look at the door. The footsteps got more silent with every step closer to the door. When they halted, Bokuto could hear the door very softly creak open before catching a glimpse of your (h/c) hair poking through the door followed by your face.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him up, well still drowsy and it was clear that he was still tired and hadn't completely had a grasp on reality yet. "Ah, you're awake already? Weren't you tired from yesterday's practice?"

Bokuto pushed himself up, his hair falling in front of his eyes, and started rubbing his eyes trying to rub the sleepiness out of himself. A very inaudible raspy noise left his throat before a smile made its way onto his face. "Mm, s' yesterday. T' was cold" He said before pulling the big fluffy blankets closer to his body.

A chuckle left your mouth as you walked towards his side of the bed and sat down next to him, your hand settling on his cheek causing him to press his face further into you touch before grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward. Bokuto pressed his lips against your own and hummed softly, hand cupping your face lovingly and the other one snaking its way down to your thigh.

Kissing him was like taking the first bite out of a warm freshly made campfire s'more. The extremely sweet aroma immediately overwhelming your tastebuds and making you giddy and excited for the next bite to come. Yet, after a second or two the warm comforting feeling of the warm marshmallow warming up the inside of your warmth takes over and you can't help but melt into its touch sinking deeper and deeper into the addicting sweet warm taste.

With a sigh of content, Bokuto parts his way from you and looks into your eyes with a big grin on his face. Before you even get the chance to react, he already dipped down to place a quick peck on your lips to top of the kiss he had just given you before.

“Happy birthday, my love"

You whispered, cradling his face in your hands with your cheeks still warm from the aftermath of the kiss. Humming softly when Bokuto wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to cuddle you closely, you pressed your nose into his neck and left some feathery light kisses on it.

You earned a chuckle from the man that currently had you trapped into his arms and squealed when he quickly threw you next to him on the bed and hovered over you, attacking your face with smooches while his hands were digging into your sides and armpits. The laughter coming from you had his heart melting and it didn't take long before he connected his lips with yours again this time the kiss lasting a little less longer than the one before.

For a few seconds it was just Bokuto staring down at you with eyes in awe. I mean yes, he currently was sitting on top of you with you trapped between his legs and your hair a mess due the fact you had been trashing around to get free from his hold but god you were so fucking beautiful and he loved you so fucking much.

"Kotarou get off! Your ass is crushing meee I can't feel my legs" You whined with a giggle escaping your mouth that you were trying oh so hard to hide. "Your breakfast will get cold and I'm not making you a new one."

Once again Bokuto laughed but finally gave in at the mention of you having made breakfast for him. He climbed off of you and held out his hand for you to hoist you off the mattress with a quick tug on your arm he had you up on your feet with an arm slung around your shoulder. He swayed a bit at the beginning, for having gotten up too quickly for his own good and his head felt very light.

The wooden floor was cold especially after just having get out if bed and not having any clothes on but for a pair of boxers. Goosebumps rose on his skin and the man could be seen visibly cringing at the feeling of the new temperature hitting him. He would do nothing rather than stay in bed all day long, but it seemed like you weren't gonna let him stray from your side any time soon today. Especially with how you were excitingly guiding him towards the living room and showing off the big birthday breakfast you made for him that included all his favorite even from some of the countries he had visited.

The fact you had been able to remember warmed his heart, almost radiating enough heat to warm him but but not quite yet for he was still slightly shivering from the cold.

"It tastes wonderful, babe! S'good!" He said with his mouth stuffed with the contents of the plate. You loved Bokuto, you really did, but his eating habit were,,special. A small trial of grease from the bacon glistening underneath the kitchen lamp currently running down his chin and all the crumbs sticking to that said trial of grease made you cringe at the sight of it.

The fact he didn't even bother to wipe it off was..

Grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder that was placed on top of the kitchen counter, you crumbled it up before stepping towards Bokuto and turning his face your way. "I swear sometimes i feel like a mom having to take care of you, Kou your whole face is covered babe!" You laughed, wiping away the food stains on his face only to be wrapped up in a pair of strong arms immediately.

“That's cause i know you'll always be there to take care of me, even if you act like my mom." He said with a grin, eyes still half closed. It seemed like that man probably hadn't had enough sleep yet, after all you do recall him saying yesterday's practice was kinda intense and the fact he went out drinking with the boys afterwards wasn't necessarily s good addition to that.

Putting the napkin down, you took his face in your hands and squishes his cheeks together, just slightly. "Tell me the truth Kou, how tired are you my love?" You whispered, softly running your thumbs underneath his eyes to calm him down.

Even though his hair was already flat from yesterday's shower, you could easily see the man deflate at your question. Why exactly this had triggered his emo mode, you didn't know but atleast you knew what to do and say if it got bad.

The pout on his face and his eyes getting a little glassy made you frown yourself.

"I'm sorry for being such a useless boyfriend..you probably had all these things planned for today but i'm just a tired piece of no good. You should probably go out yourself and leave me be.." Bokuto said while pressing his face into your chest, the arms that were wrapped around your body getting tighter.

When Bokuto was tired, he'd always seem to go into his emo mode a little faster than usual. No matter how big or small the reason he'd always find atleast something to sulk about, but only if he was really tired and his emotions were spilling out of the grasp he had on his brain.

Smiling softly, you tangled your hand into his hair and used your other one to softly run over his back. "Today is your day Bokuto, its okay if you're tired. To be quite honest with you, i'm still a bit sleepy myself and could also use two hours of more sleep so..what if we got back into bed, took a long nap and afterwards we'll watch a movie on the couch with blankets and cake and tonight we'll take a warm bath together hm? Does that sound nice, Kou?" You whispered in his ear, your fingers gently running over his ear shell before you pressed a soft kiss on his temple.

“I love you”

Giggling while you grab his now empty plate and glass to put them in the dishwasher you smiled. “I know you do, i love you too very much Kou. I’m very glad to have been blessed with meeting you and loving you and be loved by you, so thank you for all these years and may there be many more to come.” You said while walking towards him, wrapping your arm around his arm and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

The way Bokuto’s face lit up almost made you believe his hair was about to go straight up by itself. It was the smile he gave you whenever he scored a point in volleyball with his very first instinct being looking for you sitting in the bleachers. The smile he gave you whenever you greeted him at the airport when you came to pick him up and he spotted you among the crowd holding a “welcome home” sign in whatever language of the country he traveled to. The smile when he first got to hold your hand,

The smile whenever he realized just how in love he was with you and how badly he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and only you by his side.

So holding you close in bed, with you nuzzled into his chest with his arm wrapped around you securely nose pressed into the top of your head and legs entangled, Bokuto wish he could be like this for the rest of his life. The two of you had never talked about marriage, but thinking about him being able to call himself your husband.. sounded like a sweet honey dripping down his ears.

“You okay? Thought you wanted to sleep?” You mumbled, very close to falling asleep yourself.

Bokuto smiled softly and hummed, pressing your head back down his chest.

“Never been better”

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my-one-true-l · 4 years

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Wammy's boys being comforted by their s/o after a nightmare (microfics or hcs - whichever you prefer). Please take care and don't overwork yourself ❤

Oh, Dear Anon, I love this. Thank you… 🖤

Crimson runs in streams across the floor towards me. It’s pouring from her abdomen.

Bloody words are coughed from her mouth.

“Run.”

But I’m not fast enough.

“Fight.”

But I’m too small.

There were no more instructions for me.

…She would never give me an instruction again…

A large unfamiliar hand grabs me by the collar.

I close my eyes.Tightly.

“Please don’t hurt me…”

With a hard gasp, L startled awake. His chair swiveled beneath him as he looked about HQ, desperately trying to find his bearings.

“Again?” They said to him with empathy as they put what they were reading on the end table.

His eyes land on them and he nods.

They held outstretched arms towards him. He got up and crawled over the arm of the couch and across the cushions, then sprawled himself on top of them before tucking his legs up against his chest. They wrap their arms around the ball of a detective that had just buried his face into their neck.

“I should have woken you. You so rarely get sleep and you’re so quiet sometimes when you have a nightmare. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.” They kissed the top of his head, nuzzling their face into his soft black mane.

“It’s not your responsibility to know when I’m having a nightmare.” The muffled words absorbed into their neck. “You never fail me when I need you afterwards.”

“Was it…”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not now, please. I just want to be here in the moment with you until it fades.”

Near

L stands before me with his hands shoved into his pockets, staring me down with heavily shadowed eyes.

He slowly fades from existence.

Matt steps up to take his place. His goggles are fogged over and I can’t see if he is looking at me.

He slowly fades from existence.

Mello is now where Matt had been. There is no mistaking that he is, in fact, glaring at me.

He slowly fades from existence.

Roger?

No answer.

Rester?No answer.

Gevanni?

No answer.

An invisible crushing weight pushes me to the floor. I take solace in my usual thinking crouch, trying to brunt all of it on my back.

…Just as it flattens me.

Near opens his eyes and is greeted with the familiar glow from the wall of screens that line his HQ. He let a heavy sigh escape his lungs. He hates when he falls asleep in HQ. That’s when the dreams visit him. He stands up and stretches his arms over his head in a v shape before straightening his pj top so the buttons were facing forward again. He heads down the corridor to their room, dragging his feet the whole way.

He carefully opens the door and stood at the foot of the bed. It was only moments before his Love opens their eyes to see Near staring at them while they sleep.

“Uh, oh. You alright?” They ask, used to him behaving this way when his sleep was disturbed.

“Yes. Dreams cannot cause you harm.”

They lift the side of the blanket. “Come on. Get in.”

Near didn’t hesitate to curl up next to them. They tucked the blanket close around him in an attempt to make him feel secure.

“It’s going to be ok. I promise.”

“I know.” He twirled his finger in his hair unusually hard before asking, “Can we get Bunsy and read the next story in ‘What Men Live By and Other Tales’?”

They smiled kindly at him and grabbed the stuffed rabbit and the Tolstoy from the nightstand.

“Here you go.” They handed him Bunsy and he cuddled it close to his chest as they open to where they left off, “In the town of Surat, in India, was a coffee-house where many travellers and foreigners from all parts of the world met and conversed.”

Near closed his eyes and drifted to the sound of their voice, soothed in the thought that he didn’t have to bear the weight of being L completely alone after all.

Mello

It’s foggy.

No.

It’s smoky.

I can’t see what’s around me. I can’t see a way out.

Is there a way out?

It’s hot. Very hot. The flames touch me.

I can’t feel them.

They’re too hot.

I’m outside. I don’t remember how I got here.

How did I get here?

My skin feels wrong.

No.

I can’t feel my skin at all.

It’s raining. I’m wet.

No.

I’m…

Mello awoke with a gasp. His body was drenched in a sweat that only panic can bring on. He ran his hand through his hair, removing the dampened strands that clung to his face.

The sheets were soaked. He was soaked. He rubbed his face and groaned as he peeled himself off the mattress.

“Melly, you ok, Honey?” They turned over to look at him.

“Yeah. Freaking dreams again, but I’m fine.” He was sorry he woke them. He didn’t like looking weak and having nightmares was something little kids suffer from.

“You want to talk to me?”

“Nope. I’m gonna shower, though. I feel nasty.”

Knowing Mello as well as they do, they knew not to push it, but there were other ways to care for him after an episode like this. They got up and listened for the water to start running. Quickly, they stripped the mattress and put fresh sheets on. No one wanted to get back into a sweat-dampened bed. Aside from it being uncomfortable, it would just remind Mello of his dreams.

They went to the kitchen and got him a glass of water for his nightstand. He was going to be thirsty when he calmed down. They opened the top drawer of their dresser and grabbed a king-size chocolate bar and put it with the water. Then they quietly got back into bed as though they had been there the whole time.

Mello knew better. He slinked up next to them and spooned them, making him feel like the protector, even though it was really making him feel safe.

“Thank you.” Was all he said.

“Anytime, Melly. Anytime.”

Matt

Everything is bigger than me.

Everything.

She isn’t moving.

Why isn’t she moving?

A cigarette burns in the ashtray.

Suddenly I’m driving. No one can catch me. I’m no longer small.

I look in my rearview. No one is chasing me. I look forward.

Mello.

I slam on the breaks, but I can’t stop.

He bounces up onto the hood. His rigid body cracks the windshield.

Blood. Everywhere.

I get out.

“I always knew you’d end me one day.” The bloody figure that use to be Mello taunts me.

“And I always knew I’d let you down.”

Matt wakes silently. He carefully sits up and dangles his legs over the side of the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees as he buries his face into his hands.

He feels a soft hand on each shoulder. “It’s ok. Whatever it is, it’s ok.”

“I was quiet. How do you always know?”

“Just do.” They lean forward and kiss the back of his neck. “Your mother or Mello?”

“Both.”

“That sucks. Do you want to talk about it?”

Matt turns and sits up in bed, knees bent towards his chest with his arms hugging his knees. “Yeah, I would.”

They sit next to him and wrap a blanket around the both of them.

“So tell me all about it.”

“I could see her plain as day, like she was sitting right in front of me…”

Beyond Birthday

3, 2, 1……

She’s gone.

Lonliness…white walls and hardwood, happy kids everywhere, happier than me anyway.

No one wants B…Backup to L…They all want L. They all wish I was L.

The mirror doesn’t look like me. Sleep-deprived eyes and messy dark hair speak from the reflection. “Even you prefer me to yourself.” My fist shatters the glass making a thousand shards, each piece containing L…

“FUCK!” Beyond sat up violently in their bed, sweat running down his forehead. He violently thrashes at the sheets that tangled themselves around him, restraining him from escaping the thoughts that torment him.

“It’s ok, I got you.” They sit up and rub gentle circles between his shoulder blades. “I’ve always got you.” They wipe the sweat from his forehead then caress the side of his face.

“I need to pace. I need to outrun it.” Beyond stands up and puts a t-shirt on as he heads out of their bedroom.

His Love grabs a sweater and puts it on over their pajamas before following him. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk. You choose where.”

“What are you doing?” He looks at them with confusion.

“You think I’m going to leave you alone? You’re wrong.” They slip their hand into his and together they roam the dark city streets at 4am until he feels better.

🖤 🖤 🖤 This has been one of my favorites 🖤 🖤 🖤

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nega-aria · 4 years

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Any Gravesbeaks family Christmas holiday headcannon? Even thou that Christmas is next month.

Finally getting around to this now that it’s actually the proper month lol, but yes I sure do! Some of these are more general winter things than Christmas specific but figured this was a good addition to my Christmas countdown 🎄

-Boyd has a reeeeally hard time waiting to open his presents. It’s not so much that he’s anxious for more stuff (let’s be honest he’s already spoiled rotten), but he’s just so freaking curious what’s in those pretty boxes! He has the bad habit of using his X-ray vision to sneak peaks at things.

-His dads now wrap all his presents in lead foil.

-Boyd and Mark are up HOURS before it’s actually time to open presents. They are strictly forbidden from waking Falcon before 6 am. They had to fight tooth and nail just to get him up that early, and they better have some good, strong tea waiting for him.

-Mark goes absolutely insane with Christmas lights. He spends hours programming app controlled light shows and is not above bothering random strangers about their super lame Christmas decorations.

-The main tree in the Beaks home used to reside in Waddle HQ, but Mark was jealous so he took it home. It’s tall enough that Boyd has to use his rocket feet just to decorate it. Which he’s not allowed to do because “no rockets in the house”. Falcon still can’t convince Mark to move the damn thing outside.

-On the other hand he did manage to talk his hubby into a more normal sized tree that doesn’t require professional help to decorate.

-Falcon never really got to celebrate Christmas as a kid (nothing all that fun anyway) so he gets more excited about sharing it with Boyd than he would like to admit. Mark thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

-Introducing Boyd to the idea of mistletoe turned out to be a bit awkward as he took to carrying it around and trying to kiss literally anyone. Poor Falcon had a rather uncomfortable time trying to explain kissing random people to “make them happy” was highly inappropriate.

-Mark loves ice skating and drags his husband along any chance he gets, but getting Boyd to try took even more coaxing. Boyd develops aquaphobia after the birthday party incident, and as it turns out frozen water isn’t much less scary than the wet kind. He actually shares Mark’s knack for skating, but it took a lot of time before he was willing to let go of Falcon’s hand long enough to really try. He still makes his dads inspect every inch of ice before he’ll set foot on it.

-Falcon sucks at skating and is much happier on the sidelines recording his boys for Mark’s social media. He did not appreciate having to explain to Boyd that falling on his ass was not part of the skating lesson.

-Wrapping presents can be a pretty stressful event for Boyd. He gets extremely obsessive about making every little thing perfect, and Mark spends a lot of time trying to get him to just let go and just enjoy it. Gift wrapping eventually becomes one of Boyd’s favorite ways to express his creative side, but it takes a lot of frustration and tears to get to that point.

-Mark uses several rolls of tape and about a pound of glitter just to wrap a single Christmas gift. He gets bored after exactly one and hires people to wrap the rest.

-At some point Boyd gets it in his head that it is completely necessary to get Falcon nothing but stereotypical English gentleman gifts for Christmas. Falcon doesn’t exactly have much use for a violin or smoking pipe (that actually blows bubbles because Boyd says smoking is bad for papa) but he loves them anyway just because his baby picked them out.

-Boyd spends about a week trying to understand “The 12 Days of Christmas” before his dads forbid him from ever playing the song again. The code remains uncracked.

-Mark has entirely too much fun planning out their family Christmas card every year. It usually involves embarrassing outfits and was probably taken in July. Boyd loves it; Falcon tolerates it.

-Boyd’s very first Christmas gift was a stuffed falcon who he named Mr. Scree. It quickly becomes his comfort item, and he absolutely cannot be separated from it when Falcon is away from home for more than a day.

-There is always at least one family snowball fight every year that is really more of a snowball war. Mark was extra excited to have Boyd around to help him finally win against Falcon for a change. Falcon ended up with some serious bruises the first year before Boyd learned to control his freakish strength.

-Boyd is obsessed with watching snow fall. He loves catching individual snowflakes to study and recreate in paper form.

-Fireplace snuggles are the best way to end a chilly day of fun, and it’s a family favorite every year 💖

#ducktales #mark beaks #falcon graves #boyd beaks #gravesbeaks #daddy gravesbeaks #my headcanons #dt #duckverse #boyd #merry christmas!#Anonymous

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mytsukkishine · 6 years

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[HQ!kurotsuki] Tsukki and his Sasuke

My gift for @essrambles (that I kept bothering as an anon bcz I dnt wanna mess up lol) for the @kurotsukiexchange I hope you like this. I am late!! So gomen!

Soulmate AU (slut for that au) where Kei received his tattoo--- but oh no, it’s not a very good tattoo. Or the day Kei wanted to become a murderer jk.

posted this also on AO3 (mytsukkishine) but I do suggest for ya’ll to read that there *winkwonktocommentwinkwonnk*

It’s good to know what’ll be the first thing your soulmate would tell you, but for Kei—he doesn’t want to meet his, for he’s sure he’ll kill his soulmate if he did.

Because his soulmate is a fcking 'spoiler alert' of his favorite manga.

!! WARNING contains spoilers for Naruto Shippuden and Avatar the Last Airbender (if ya’ll haven’t seen it yet)-- not proceed :3

Tsukishima Kei was not a fan of tattoos, especially long ass tattoos that your supposed soulmate for life would say for the first time you meet.

Well, it’s good to know what’ll be the first thing your soulmate would tell you, but for Kei—he doesn’t want to meet his, for he’s sure he’ll kill his soulmate if he did.

Because that motherfucker spoiled him.

It all started when Kei was about to have his 16th birthday the next day. His brother, Akiteru, was giving him speeches about soulmates that he doesn’t really care about, really; he’s 15, he’s a boy, and he doesn’t give a shit about soulmates.

“Aki-ni, I get it, now will you please leave?”

“I’m just saying, if your soulmate is a boy, It’ll be fine,”

“Wait? I can have a boy as a soulmate?” When Akiteru nodded, Kei just sighed and resumed reading.

“Whatever, will you now go?”

“Okay, okay. Anyway, what do you want as a gift?” When Kei heard that, his head immediately looked up at his brother, excitement was evident on his face that it made Akiteru chuckle.

“More manga?” Kei suggested and Akiteru nodded. “Hmm, you’re quite addicted to Naruto, huh? Wasn’t that famous like years ago?”

“Yeah, and nothing’s wrong with me wanting to keep up again,”

“Want me to tell you what would happen in Naruto Shippuden?” Akiteru smirked as Kei pouted and explained to Akiteru that he was still reading the last chapters of Naruto.

“Okay, okay,” Akiteru grinned before closing the door, thinking of where to buy the said manga.

Kei was so excited about his birthday because he knew his brother would really buy him mangas.

And as time went by, it was night time when Kei was reading peacefully, enjoying the fighting scene he was reading.

He was so absorbed in reading that he didn’t notice the time, few more seconds before his birthday.

Suddenly, a faint burning sensation on his left shoulder made Kei stop for a while, his eyes staring on the wall in front of him as the burning feeling continued before it stopped.

Kei’s heart was beating fast, a little afraid to look at his newly formed tattoo, but also a little excited. The blond took a deep breath, closing his book before pulling the collar of his shirt—

“Nice serve!” One of his teammates shouted, all of their eyes on the ball as it was hit by Tanaka, “Come on push it!” When Sugawara sets off the ball, Hinata came running before hitting it with all his might. Unfortunately, Kei blocked him, the small lad cursing in the process.

“Okay, guys! Take a break,” Their coach announced, clapping on Kageyama’s back, and the boys went on with their own errands.

Yamaguchi, Kei’s best friend, went up to him, all giddy and excited. “I can’t wait for next week!”

“Yamaguchi, shut up,” Yamaguchi just grinned, handing Kei his own water bottle. “It’s my first time going to a convention, and I read some forums about it last night!”

“I don’t know if I‘d be able to go,” Kei tried his best to ignore the glare his friend was giving him, but it was too strong—like Sugawara senpai’s glare strong.

“Tsukki! We talked about this a month ago,” The tall blond didn’t reply, and instead chose to sit down and rest while they waited for their practice to start.

“I told Aki niichan about it!”

“Ah…” In all honesty, Kei just wanted to tease his friend. His brother also bribed him about going to Tokyo. He said he should go so he could see what Tokyo can offer, and he also promised to give him some money. Kei doesn’t really have a problem with buying things, but a little income wasn’t bad.

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi took a seat beside him as Kei drank from his bottle. “It’s a gathering, there will be booths and stuff you can buy!”

“I don’t have much money,” Kei lied and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. The latter only sighed, obviously tired in convincing him, but Kei knew Yamaguchi won’t give up.

“It’s not just about buying merch, it’s about getting to know others. Especially with the same hobby,” Yamaguchi was really persistent and Kei sometimes hated him for that. Yamaguchi was like his brother, annoying but at the same time he trusts that he knows what’s good for him.

The blond released a tired sigh, stretching his arms a little. “Fine, I’ll think about it.”

“Tsukki, are you still disappointed about Naruto?”

Kei’s heart jumped a little, the memory of the said manga was still fresh in his heart, mind, and soul. He loved the Naruto series so much, but a certain someone ruined it for him.

However, he managed to catch up even though he kind of knew how things would go.

Plus, he’s sad about Naruto, Kei thought, Naruto doesn’t deserve more pain.

“Not talking about that,”

“You can still continue reading it you know,” Yamaguchi drank from his bottle and gave Kei time to think about everything—everything Naruto and soulmates.

“I heard Naruto Shippuden just finished last week,”

“I’m still reading it… Maybe whenever I have time,” Yamaguchi just nodded. Time, they have plenty, Kei just doesn’t want to admit he was spoiled from the plot.

“Not my fault your soulmate is a talker,” Kei glared at his friend but the other remained unaffected, closed his water bottle and released a contented sigh.

Yamaguchi remembered the day Kei got his tattoo. He called him and a panicked Kei answered.

“It doesn’t make sense!”

“Wha—Happy birthday?”

“Why would he die? What about Naruto? Why? Who is Pain?”

“Tsukki?”

“My fucking soulmate spoiled Naruto Shippuden for me,”

“Come on Tsukki! Next week okay?” Yamaguchi grinned at him, trying hard not to laugh. “I heard there are booths for figurines.”

Before Kei could answer, their coach blew the whistle and practice resumed.

Kei hated everyone. Also Yamaguchi, but he hated him less.

He hated everyone because the place was crowded, meaning skinship was present and Kei hated that. Two, he hated Yamaguchi since he suddenly disappeared, and also because Yamaguchi drew some whiskers on his cheek, claiming he looked like a low cost cosplayed Naruto.

With a sigh, Kei continued to walk through the crowd, stopping by at some booths that was interesting. For a while, he was getting tired of walking until he found a booth that was interesting enough for him to squeeze through.

There he saw a full set of Naruto Shippuden manga, all brand new than the ones he already had. There were also some figurines below. He grabbed one book and browsed the pages carefully, his hands tingling of want to buy the manga but sadly, he put the book back where it belonged. His heart was still disappointed as his hand automatically went to his shoulder where his tattoo lies.

However, something caught his attention.

With utmost care and gentleness, Kei picked up a Naruto and Jiraiya keychain, amazed by the details of the toy—from the hair, the face, and the clothing.

Then someone cleared their throat.

“Too bad Jiraiya died huh? Pain was a pain-in-the-ass”

Kei’s breath hitched. He was frozen, ears ringing, and heart beating.

All of his thoughts came jumbling up when he heard that voice—but then he frowned.

He frowned as he looked at the source of that voice—to where he was spoiled from his favorite anime.

And he can’t fucking believe it, it’s Sasuke—that mother fucker was Sasuke—and he’s with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul, only that he has black and white hair that was sticking up.

“Fuck off, Sasuke”

Both cosplayers were stunned at the sudden outburst but the said character, Sasuke, quickly recovered.

“Oh, wow, my Naruto seemed so pissed off,”

Now it was time for Kei to be shocked. He puts down the keychain down, still shooting daggers at the cosplayer before him.

“You!”

“Wait, your whiskers are a little smudged,” The Sasuke cosplayer reached up to his cheeks, brushing away on the melting whiskers. That Sasuke was grinning all the time, and Kei was sure his cheeks were flushed red.

Also his smirk pissed him off so much.

“There, looking cute.”

“I hate you, do you know that?”

“Wha—”

“You!! You freaking spoiler!” Kei pointed at him and the Sasuke cosplayer wanted to swat the hand away but he just can’t, he got a feeling that he would die on the spot if he did.

“Hey, hey now, what are you saying—” The Sasuke cosplayer sweated nervously. They were gaining a crowd, and he was sure that both of them don’t like the attention they were gaining.

“Bro, I think you should talk somewhere,” That Kaneki Kun spoke suddenly and the Sasuke cosplayer nodded.

Kei gasped as ‘Sasuke’ took hold of his shoulders and pushed him away from the crowd, leaving his Kaneki Kun friend alone. They went to a corner where they knew no one would look at them, and Kei was still struggling in his hold.

“Hey, stop, what did I do?”

“You spoiled Naruto for me! Now I can’t read it anymore because—because it’s saddening to know how things would go!” All of Kei’s frustration since childhood came pouring out. Okay he admits—he can’t get over the fact that he was spoiled.

“Huh?”

“Jiraiya! It doesn’t make sense when I had my tattoo! So many questions knowing Jiraiya would die. That’s a big fucking blow in the face,”

“Tattoo…”

“And I can’t believe you’re my soulmate,”

“Soulmate?”

Kei and the Sasuke cosplayer’s eyes widen in realization, both too consumed on what’s happening right now that they forgot about tattoos and soulmates.

They forgot that they both uttered one another’s tattoo.

Quickly, the Sasuke cosplayer pulled his costume down, showing Kei the tattoo he has on his chest, below his collarbone. The same position where Kei has his tattoo.

“Fuck off, Sasuke”

“Fuck,”

“So that’s why I had the urge to cosplay Sasuke…” The other grinned, “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou,”

“I still hate you. You ruined my childhood. That part wasn’t even written yet, I don’t know who Pain was. He wasn’t introduced but no, it’s my tattoo. I was still reading the part where they saw Sasuke again!”

Kuroo was all smiles. Happy that he met his soulmate, and a little happy that he’s kind of feisty.

“Kuroo Tetsurou,” Kuroo tried again, bringing his hand out. The blond huffed, completely flustered at the sudden outburst and the meeting.

“Tsukishima Kei…” He managed to murmur through his pout, arms crossed over his chest as he looked away, not meeting the cosplayer’s tantalizing sharingan eyes. Kuroo just chuckled as he took Kei’s hand, holding it with utmost care.

“Tsukishima Kei…” Kuroo repeated his name under his breath, eyes still observing every feature of his soulmate. . It was mixed emotions, he was happy, excited, and nervous—Kuroo can feel that he’s sweating and that he needed to say something to make things less awkward. “Well, at least your tattoo doesn’t have the word ‘fuck’ on it.”

It’s too good to be true, Kei was almost carried away with his smile, his charm, and how smooth Kuroo was, however, Kuroo chose to ruin it all.

“Well damn, my tattoo has a goddamn lame ass pun,”

“Wow, I hit a jackpot, Bo”

~*~

Kei hated everyone. Also, Kuroo, but he kind of feels embarrassed at how Kuroo has his arm around his shoulder.

It was kind of heavy, but it’s surprisingly warm.

After the meeting your soulmate incident, Kei wanted to get away from him but Kuroo insisted they should roam around together, after all, they were soulmates.

“I am with a friend,”

“Then let us find your friend,”

“Where’s your Kaneki Ken friend?”

“Don’t mind him, we’ll meet up at 5,” Kei was about to reply back when Kuroo suddenly stopped and ran towards a cosplayer.

“May I take a selfie with you?” Kuroo asked the ‘Zuko’ cosplayer and they nodded, Kuroo excitedly posed beside him and Kei found it all silly.

After a while, Kuroo returned to Kei’s side, all smiles. “Man, their cosplay is so awesome,”

“Hm…” Kei nodded and they continued to walk.

“Though I like Aang more I guess,” Kuroo commented.

“Well, Zuko switched side so I’m good with Zuko,”

Kuroo stopped walking and it took Kei a moment to realize Kuroo was left behind. “Kuroo-san?” He called out, he felt a little worried especially how Kuroo’s face was contorted.

He looked so shocked, and—

“Oh no, you didn’t TsukkI!”

“What?”

“You… you,” Kuroo sighed out dejectedly, almost wanting to cry and Kei has no idea why. Kei walked up to his soulmate, raising his brow at him. “What happened?”

Kuroo mumbled something under his breath, it irks Kei a little bit.

“I can’t hear you, Kuroo-san,”

“You ruined…”

“What?”

“I haven’t finished watching Avatar the Last Airbender okay!?”

Kei was stunned for a while before erupting in laughter, hands coming up to cover his mouth ad his eyes glanced teasingly at Kuroo, “R-really?” He managed to say between laughter.

And well, Kuroo doesn’t mind.

He does mind but seeing his soulmate laugh was wow!

#kurotsukiexchange #kurotsuki #kuroo tetsurou #tsukishima kei #bokuto koutarou #soulmate au #tattoo identifying marks #fanfic #haikyuu

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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Shameless — Prologue (Camila/You)

A.N.: to make it easier on my mind, I gave your character some fixed physical characteristics, ‘you’ have a ginger natural hair, hazel eyes and is as tall as Dinah. Please, if you want you can imagine any other characteristic, it’s just easier for me to write this way. Also, this prologue is on your POV, but the rest of the fiction is going to be on third person. Tell me what you think about this prologue, the first chapter will be coming soon.

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People used to tell me who I am. I was honestly used to this, of course it didn’t mean I cared or believed them. Ever since I was able to go to the bathroom alone, or sleep with the lights off, or even brush my teeth without help, I knew who I was. And though the answer to who you are is much complicated to many people, to me it was a simple three worded sentence: I am myself. Nothing more and nothing less than that. That, of course, didn’t stop people from assuming who I was, how I was.

When I started acting, back to when I was fifteen, I was the cool kid on the movies or often the mean girl, never the America’s sweetheart. I had that fierce look on me, which put me in good position in action movies.

Growing up in the media wasn’t all of that famous people make it seem. It is, of course, harder because of privacy and all eyes on you whenever you go. But honestly? I’ve always liked attention. I always liked the screams of fangirls, paparazzi and flashing lights. Being famous was what I was good at, it is in who I am.

When I was around eighteen, I got more adult roles and people started questioning me why I never once appeared with someone at premieres or parties. It wasn’t because I didn’t had anyone lining up for me, because I had. I just never liked anyone to the point of letting myself being put together with them, I knew famous people’s romance was something that the media never once let die down. So I just shrugged at that question and kept going on with my life, never once letting rumors about me getting in the way of who I was.

At my twentieth birthday, I realized I liked girls. No, not realized, I just accepted it. I knew I felt more attracted to girls than boys even before I started acting, my first kiss being with my girl best friend. After that, I got too caught up in my acting life to even think about dating, so I just went with it. Deep down I’ve always knew I was lesbian, mainly because I never once kissed a boy outside the camera’s view –and never wanted to anyway. So when I was twenty I went to my manager and told him I liked girls and I wanted to come out, or I would break my contract with him. I already had a name and a line of other manager’s wanting to be representing me –being an easy person and also an unbelievingly untroubled famous actress of Hollywood. Much to my surprise, my manager told me he already knew and was just waiting for me to come to terms with my sexuality.

Sometime after my talk to my manager, I got a call from him telling me he had the best job offer of the decade to me. He said there would be a movie based off on some DC’s villains, starring one of the public’s favorites: Harley Quinn. This time, she would be portrayed by a different actress, Nicola Peltz. My manager knew I always wanted to do something with the superpowers kind of thing, so he talked to his contacts and made sure I had an audition. It wasn’t even needed, all I probably had to say was which part I wanted and it would be given to me –aparently, they wanted to use my name to get the movie even more famous, and I was okay with it. At first, I didn’t saw the opportunity as one of biggest –except being a super villain, that was totally amazing–, but then my manager told me I was going to be auditioning for Harley Quinn’s love interest. Harley Quinn’s lesbian love interest, to be more precise. The director wanted to use more of the HQ’s history, being that fans loved the classic mixed with the new. So, I worked hard for it. I read every comic I could find about Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. A few weeks after, I got called up to the set saying I got the part. I was so happy that I wouldn’t need a wig, seeing as Poison Ivy is ginger just like me. The contract also said I couldn’t give any interview about the movie outside the one’s with the cast, and even in these one’s I couldn’t reveal what my part was. They wanted me and a few more big names to be mystery about which part would we have.

For months all I did was stay in the set, either it was shooting or watching my co-workers shoot. My relationship with everyone was always very pleasant, but my relationship with Nicola was always the most talked between the crew. Our characters had some kind of connection I knew any true fan of the comics would want us to have in front of the cameras. When I talked about this to her, she immediately bought up that she had been reading about her character as well and she wanted to be the best Harley Quinn possibly, so we kind of became the two crazy chicks on the set. We tried as hard as we could to talk to each other like Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn would, we jumped right into these parts like Heath Ledger and Jared Leto had jumped into their Jokers. Soon enough, everyone on social media were already assuming our characters based off on how Nicola had her hair painted exactly like Harley’s –discarding the wig they got made just for her–, and I was always seen in green attires.

By the end of the sixth month of shooting, after many articulations on the Internet, it was time for our first Comic Con as a big group of actors. The director also said this would be the time we reveal our characters. The information that was leaked didn’t even had all the character’s names, including my own, so mine was one of the lasts. Nicola was the first, hers being already obvious because of the hair she didn’t even changed for the Comic Con. As everyone talked about their characters for not more than two minutes, I was the last one. The whole room was anxious about me, being that the most famous villains of the comics were all announced. I was the last not even because of my part, but more because that was my coming out. The director and my manager had talked about it and it would be more publicity for the movie if I came out during the shooting, making everyone more eager to see a recently outed actress in action.

My speech wasn’t really big, I talked about how honored I was to be able to be a villain that I could connect in some little part. Someone asked me in which part I connected with my character and who was it, which made me think that man was put there just to ask this question and make me come out. I simply smiled and said I was honored to be living Poison Ivy and that we both shared a fair attraction to women. This made the room erupt with questions, all my co-stars smiled supportivingly at me, but Nicola lifted herself up and climbed on the big table that we all shared. She was in the far corner opposite to mine, but she ran on the table and tackled me in a hug in her best Harley’s interpretation. The flashes were uncountable, after we hugged I felt everyone coming to a huge group hug that lasted for several minutes before the Comic Con interview kept going. I was glad there wasn’t much questions about my sexuality, since I wanted the attention to go to the movie and not something personal at that moment.

After finishing the movie, the world premiere was one of the most satisfying moments I’ve ever had. Nicola and I had formed a bond that was almost impossible to break, even with the kisses and chemistry on camera, we were only good friends. But that didn’t make the rumors about us dating ever die down.

A few months after the movie had been a success all around the world, the director told us they were writting a second movie. Nicola had been modeling in Asia while I was traveling across the world but we were still seen as the it-couple on every social media.

Right now it’s been almost eight months since the last time we saw each other, but last week she invited me to one of her friend’s show, a girlband I’ve had heard about once or twice. Music was one of my hidden loves, acting was my job, but music was my hobby –even though nobody really knew about it.

When Nicola invited me to the show, the first one the girlband would be doing at Madison Square Garden, I didn’t thought much about it.

If I only knew that night would be just the start of something much bigger…

#UPDATE #series #slash #norminah #/you #romance fluff #submission #Shameless

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South Korea Trip 2k16; Day 2 (Seoul)

Hey!

Congrats, you made it to day 2! (LONG OVERDUE SORZ ITS THE 4TH WEEK OF MY SUMMER SEM IM DYING) (update: nah didnt finish it on my 4th week.... i finished this during my sem break... heh)

Instead of visiting historical places there’s one thing I’ve been wanting way before we arrived in Seoul..... Visit K-pop entertainment companies/buildings.

Yes. I’m actually a K-pop fan, probably one of the main reasons why we went there for a holiday djskhdjkhkdhsajkdkhsda. I told my parents that I at least need a day where I can visit as many companies as I can since one day is not enough tbh. My parents agreed that my bro can follow me to while hunting down these buildings while both my mom and dad went to visit other places around Seoul.

I initially wanted to wake up a lil early but as usual, we suck at waking up early so we were kind of behind schedule. We got ready asap and then had breakfast at the Italian restaurant in our hotel called 3 Birds. I would recommend this restaurant but I won’t because of their RUDE staff. They looked like they were forced to be there y’know? They also take away food tooooo quick right on the dot when the buffet is over.... When there are still people picking out food. I get that it’s over but it would be rude to take away all the food while someone’s still picking out their food? No?

Ok after we’re done with breakfast both of us separate. We bought our T-Money card to use for the subway stations a day before so we just went to one of the nearest stations and went to the first place on our list. Before we arrived at our first destination, we stopped by stations halfway to find advertisements of one of my favorite idols. I’m a huge fan of a group called BTS especially one of the vocalists, named Taehyung, stage name V (let’s just call him Taehyung plox). It was his birthday month so many of his fans (or just fansites) put up advertisements for his birthday at selected subway stations around Seoul. We found like 2 that day and wow I didn’t imagine myself seeing it with my own eyes instead of being behind the screen. I’ve always seen pics of Korean fans posting pics of them posing for the ads. It’s just surreal I’m there y’know,,,,, as a fan. As you can see in the photos, I was REALLY happy.

So after the mini photo shoot, we continued on to our first destination. The first destination is actually, Big Hit Entertainment, aka BTS’ company. I felt that I should visit the office at least once in my life since I’m a huge fan. I have realized that many fans are confused on where the hell is the building because it’s very low-key not like YG or SM so to those who need help, I can help y’all with this. However, it’s not very detailed and apparently, Big Hit already moved to a bigger office at Apgugeong??? If I’m not mistaken? But if you’re curious then:

The nearest metro station to the building was Line 3 Sinsa Station so that’s where we stopped.

1. You walk out of Exit 1 of Sinsa station and just walk straight and take a right after 5 blocks. There should be blocks of buildings on your right anyway with small roads going on a small hill.

2. Take the 2nd street on your left and on the 3rd block, you should be able to see Big Hit on your right.

3. If you’re lost with all these instructions (LIKE I WAS PREVIOUSLY) Google Maps does wonders. I also used Waze but it is based on you using a car. So stick with Google Maps since you’re walking and search ‘Big Hit Entertainment’. Some of the locations they give MIGHT be false so prepare yourself for that.

*It might look lowkey scary going on your own so pls bring someone with you.

Tbh, we almost got lost a few times but eventually, we found our way. We walked a few places and later we found it. Shout out to Google Maps for saving our asses. I’m amazed how we didn’t need to ask anyone to find our way. Bles technology!

OH STORY TIME: I coincidentally bumped into BTS’ manager right in front of us when we were finding Big Hit.

Yep, that’s right. He’s probably the reason why I could find Big Hit because he was heading that way dsjgdkhjsagydsgkdskks. When we were almost got to Big Hit there was a man with takeaway coffee on his hand. It was still the morning btw so I thought oh some random man going to work. But, I had a good look on his face and I freaked out. Once I saw his face my face just went blank because I recognize his face from somewhere and I straight away knew he was the manager. As an avid fan, I’ve seen HQs & press photos of BTS with their manager so I’m used to seeing his face time to time. So once I saw his face, I almost froze and stopped my bro. My bro was confused and later I explained to him quietly who he was. I kinda took a pic lmao:

So the smartest thing I’ve done after that is to go the other way, completely going to the opposite direction of Big Hit. I didn’t want to make him think of us as some international stalkers or sasaengs. Later when I thought it felt safe, we went to the direction where he went which leads to Big Hit. Surprise surprise, he was gone. He probably went in already so...

ANYWAYS, as typical tourists we took photos.

What makes it more interesting, some Big Hit staff told us to go away when we didn’t even go in the building or anything.... We just taking photos.... But at the same time... I highkey feel like someone was inside... Possibly BTS? Whatever it is, wow.... I got shooed away by Big Hit staff LMAO.

Moving on, we went back to the train station and arrived at Samseong Station to visit SMTOWN! I feel that almost every kpop fan goes there when they visit Seoul lmao. Wow, I was shocked at how I was actually there and not from photos. Saw cool standees from Baekhyun (exo bias HI), Krystal, and lots more! I too took one of the photo booth photos!!!! leeet

One thing most stans go for is basically.... THE MERCH. I mean other than going for the live concert thingies (which I didn’t bother to go), official merchandise is the best next thing... So obviously if anyone wants to get their fave SM artists’ merch, going to SMTOWN itself is fine, more specifically, their albums. Their albums are reasonably priced so you don’t have to buy it outside in my opinion. Their official merchandise from posters, photobooks, phone cases, even the food are one of a kind. I feel if going to SMTOWN, and you’re an avid fan of EXO, Red Velvet or any other SM artist, just buy them.

After looking around, we found a halal Indian restaurant called Luna Asia. Ngl, the food was alright. For Muslims, y’all could go for this!

We then took Samseong station again and arrived at Apgujeongrodeo station to go to The Mins! Some might not know, but this cafe is famous for treating some kpop idols, including BTS! (don’t @ me let me live i am an avid fan) So we took exit () and walked all the way down. The Mins was inside so you have to get into the neighborhood to find it. (Better descriptions are in the link I added @ The Mins)

The place was really cute from the outside and inside. OH, I forgot to mention, 2AM’s Changmin owns this cafe! Pretty legit. I also think I might’ve met his parents there too, because I heard that his parents do work there. I only noticed that once I got out of the cafe.... rip.

ANYWAYS, I ordered the Four Berry drink..... aka what BTS usually orders (yes shut up). It was really good anyway.

In the plus side, cool stuff on their walls! BTS posters, and signed albums from many other celebs like SISTAR, Gfriend and lots more! (you can also get to sit where BTS have sat before hehehehhehehe)

Later, we went to K-Star Road to visit all the big figures??? dolls??? idk what to call them. But yeah, we went and obviously had to find BTS’ one.

We were tired af and basically done all we wanted to do (except visiting JYP or YG Entertainment :(((() so we went back to our hotel.

After a few hours of rest in the hotel, we still had energy so we thought of not wasting time by going N Seoul Tower by using the Namsan Cable Car. It was a nice view from the hill but I feel it would be better during daylight?? Since it was winter I think it’ll look prettier during daylight. SORZ FOR NO PHOTO I WAS HALF DEAD THAT NIGHT KSKFKSHFJKSF

Anyways, we found this halal restaurant at this close knit neighborhood in Seoul called Yang Good (Yangguk) and boy...... they had GR8 meat. 11/10 recommended.

OKKKK IM SORRY FOR THIS VERY LONG OVERDUE POST but yes here’s day 2. I’ll try my best to do the other days asap (at least before my new sem starts sigh) BYE GIRLIES ANF GUYLIES!!!!

#seoul #seoul travel #bts #bangtan boys #big hit entertainment #bangtan sonyeondan #smtown #sm coex artium #namsan #seoul tower #halal #halalfood #halaltourism #halaldestination #blogging #travelling

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Masterlist of Light’s Birthday Prompts

A compiled list of everyone’s prompts from the exchange – thank you for letting us post them, and we hope you guys enjoy them! Prompts are organized by their submitter, so be sure to give credit if you use it!

rainbowraven32

Mello and Light doing something together (friends or boyfriends)

Misa trying to plan Light a party

L and Misa bonding over baking a cake

Light having “fun” at a child-like party

Misa and L shopping for presents

Light and Sayu having cake together

thequietonesarethedarkestones

Mello x Matt ice staking fluff

A day in the life of L

L or Naomi visiting Beyond in the hospital after he’s burned

1. L playing piano

L angst (Looking sad, crying, etc)

Naomi and Beyond solving the LABB case

Zenthisoror

Light is infected by a virus that broadcasts all of his thoughts painfully loudly - all of them, even the incoherent half-formed ones, the images, like the Noise virus in The Knife of Never Letting Go and isolates himself

L and Light with the Snow Queen story, Light has the eye mirror shard and L the heart mirror shard, or vice versa

L and Light wake up in a white room with no memory of who they are or how they got there. In the white room are glass cabinets, containing artifact evidence from a case (the Death Note case), which a disguised voice informs them, on the intercoms, that they were both involved with. They need to work together to work out what was the crime, who were the culprits, who they are and their own roles. (It’s the afterlife and a strange sort of judgement, but they don’t know it)

carley-carley-carley

Near sickfic

Hoilday season with the SPK

Near finds a kitten, keeps it

Near looking snug in his socks

Near realizes that he’s taller than Misa Amane, feels rather smug about it

Somewhat concerned Near as he runs from the SPK building during the riot

caked-in-cake

(fluff) Lawlight - AU where Light never found the Death Note and goes on to work for L, and accompanies a disguised L to a city on a case, where they bond and eventually kiss

(fluff) AU where L is the one with the Death Note and Light is a curious and bright young employee of his who has been suspicious of him and looking into his activities for a while. L kisses him to stop him from discovering something that would be instrumental to his downfall. 3.

make a bet that whoever loses the case has to take the other out to dinner (author has freedom to decide who wins and who loses and can be platonic!!)

Light chained to a chair with his Death Note and a spectral/ghost L behind him and the quote “my forever antagonist”

L and Light facing each other over a spinning globe of the world with a quote from the first Death Note OP (The World by Nightmare)

L and Light having tea and cake in a cafe. Sakura blossoms outside the window (hope these aren’t too hard)

niatsuki

Folklore AU featuring Light, Near, and Mello

Near and Light discuss Kantian ethics

Explore a canon divergence scenario in which Mikami survives and Light doesn’t

Near and Light kiss

Light falling asleep at his desk

Mikami and Light in uniform

nocturneproductions

Every time Light used the death note, a flower grew on his body.

Sociopath!Light AU.

Light is put into a coma instead of dying after Matsuda shot him, in his dream world the world is perfect, Soichiro and L are alive, and he never wants to wake up. =)

Light and Near!

Light when he was smol

Light and Kira enjoying their birthdays! (Yes I know it’s not canon don’t judge me.)

casuistor

Light and Sayu doing cute sibling things in a no-Kira AU.

Light and Yamamoto talking about life after high school and the future. Gen or shippy is fine by me.

AU where Soichiro actually dies from the heart attack he had in the first arc and Light is accused of murdering his dad.

Light as a maiko geisha

MikaLight where Light has his head on Mikami’s lap while reading a book.

Light giving Sayu a piggyback ride.

in-the-drowning-deep

Light/Mikami au where Light is older (mid-20s) when he gets the Note and has already met Mikami

Sayu-centric post-canon fic with her either healing or becoming a kick ass detective (or both)

Light & Near interaction in a non-Kira au where Light sets himself up as a rival detective to L and Near succeeds L

The Yagami family being together and happy

Light & Mikami having an impassioned discussion

Light in handcuffs, for whatever reason the artist likes

annoyingpandauniverse

A childhood memory with B and A

Misa and Light

Matt and Mello

L and B

Light meeting Mello

Matt and Near

Light meeting B

tzigi

L gets first suspicions about a string of heart attacks which may be a new murder case for him.

Light’s first day at To-Oh after L’s death

Light’s first day of work at the NPA

Near tries to pick up L’s investigation

Why did Near go back to L’s original font for the “L” logo between chapter 108 and the C-Kira oneshot?

A non-Lawlight rendering of the first evening of Light being chained to L after everyone else has already gone to sleep (preferably in keeping with the One Day one-shot)

Light begging Ryuk for his life

Light’s funeral

veeraha

Light/L any AU where there’s no death note but Light ends up being a serial killer anyway

Mikami/Light university AU

Light and B or Light and Takada, ship/Gen AU where both commit murders together as partners. Okay to include NSFW /Violence/Angst.

Light, B and L in suits

Ladies of death note in dresses

Wammy boys - mello, near, Matt Maid Cafe AU

yagami-raito-kun

Noelverse AU where Light and Mello both survived the end of Death Note and have adjoining cells in Near’s basement

Light and Sayu doing sibling-ish activities

The Wammy’s children are going on an outing. Roger Ruvie tries to persuade Near to put on socially acceptable clothes.

Near with a pet dog practically bigger than he is

anything inspired by Noelverse or This Is How I Disappear

theboredbookworm

I’ve been dancing with devil, I love that he pretends to care.

L finds a death note instead of Light

Day in the life of a Shinigami

Naomi in the afterlife

Girls’ night out

Light as a punk and the subsequent reaction of everyone around him

mklt

kira task force celebrates light’s bday

mikami/light , walking home together

halle+mello+matt living together

mikami/light, bday

spk family (near is their favorite son)

acerbicapplecoffee

post-canon Aizawa/Ide (any kind, although something domestic would be nice)

Light’s psychological condition during the first days of using Death Note /

Matsuda/anybody from Task Force, a love affair captured with notes and messages

Yagami family celebrating Light’s 10th birthday

The entire Task Force team during their ordinary working day

Mogi by way of yakuza!AU

smileycube

Light’s family and/or the three other Kiras hold a surprise birthday party for Light.

Light’s relationships with his family and the Kiras, and his thoughts about them as people.

Light meets Mikami in-person for the first time.

Light’s childhood.

(Bonus points if Mikalight is added into the first three prompts)

Light receives presents from the three other Kiras.

Light receives a birthday present he’s not very fond of.

Light sitting or standing with Mikami at his feet and possibly clinging to his legs.

Light hugs Mikami.

mikami

Mikami and Light celebrate Light’s Birthday (ship very welcome),

Mikami and Light meet in first grade of elementary school

Naomi joins the task force, introductory interactions ensue (no ship!!)

Mikami as a child, being excited about something (Super Sentai? Schoolwork? He’s a nerd.)

High school MikaLight with both of them wearing the uniform of Light’s high school

Mikami and Light meet as policeman and prosecutor on a case (if it looks shippy? Good.)

Honestly MikaLight wild card??

izaori

Mello and Light meeting at the Yellow Box rather than Near

Misa Misa getting ready for a performance/doing a performance

Matsuda and L gossiping about celebrities

Mello and Light clothing swap

Near with glasses and a bowtie

Light and Mikami having tea

all-my-lovely-fics

Breakfast Club AU with the Kiras

Soichiro asking for advice to Watari about how to deal with a genius son ( Watari is like… hm… sir… I’m not sure I’m the best person for it… mmm ), and these two bonding

The Wammy’s kids making a play about Kira VS L fight ( they may or may not change some things, it may or may not happen in an alternate universe ! )

Misa, Mikami and Takada making a surprise-party for Light

Smoll Sayu and Light being a responsible big brother because the world needs more of it

Just something happy, it’s up to you.

@just-smol

Uh anything with platonic lawlight would be fine

Lawlight going on a platonic date in handcuffs, L accidentally poisoned one of their cups and the way the date is going Light hope that it’s his :)))

Light was so fed up with being in the hq 24/7 and litterally BEGS anyone to take him out, in a dating way or in an assassinating way HE DOESNT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE JUST TAKE HIM.

L reciting a poem for light: roses are black. Violets are black. Why dont you confess back. That youre kira you biatch. End with a badum tsk and light crying in the bg

@voldy-in-my-turban

A fluffy story of child!A and child!B during one of their hilarious adventures at Wammy’s.

Rather go for angst? Okay then, I want Matt and Mello’s last ‘goodbye’ before they go out to kidnap Takada and eventually die (sobs).

Oh, but you’re looking for the smut! Then a really hardcore, NSFW Lawlight one shot. You can choose whatever context you like, as long as you make it lewd af. [Note: except for no.3, the other two request don’t have to be necessarily romantic/sexual]

L and Light cuddling in bed, the chains cast aside bc come on, those two dorks don’t need the cuffs to cuddle all the same ;).

Some really edgy emo Misa standing at the top of a building in the night, with storm and lightning and shit going on. You may add Shinigami wings, but maybe that’s to much so I leave it up to you :).

Wammy boys (yes, including L and B) cosplaying their favorite anime characters. I personally see Matt as Noiz and Mello as Yurio Plisetsky, but again, you can do as you like. Surprise me!

theredtint

Kira x BB(murderer buddies possibly, preferably as a pairing)

angsty Light in afterlife looking back at his work crumble

B and A doing cute stuff in wammy’s and wrecking havoc

Kira x BB, shippy stuff

Beyond as a shinigami

B and A halloween night(not really a ship since they are tiny)

almostsane-things

The forgotten characters corner (minor characters venting or responding to the events of canon)

BB is actually working the Kira case under the guise of L

Explore the history of the Shinigami. What are they? How did they come to be? What was their original purpose?

Any DN characters as Hamilton characters (You can pick from these or make your own: Light- Hamilton, L- Burr, Matsuda- Laurens, Misa- Lafayette, Soichiro- Mulligan)

A gathering of Shingami

DN characters having fun at a convention

DN as an Undertale style video game

pashmina-dhaage

Sherlock AU where either L or Light could be Moriarty or Sherlock, I don’t mind who, but I prefer them to be the center of the story

An interaction between smol!Light who is fascinated by this 18 year old guy (L) who his father calls a detective - the conversation or interaction could be anything, I just want to see how their characters would work out in this AU context

Old!L (like sixty years or something) living with his partner/husband Light in a happy aftermath (as happy as they can get) scenario, this can include a lot of other Death Note characters too, just a glimpse into their life

smol!L (as in, L as a kid) in the orphanage

L dressed as Sherlock Holmes (imagine smol!L trying to dress up as his favorite detective but that is up to you, it can be adult or smol!L)

Light in a tux looking evil lol

silvia-aivlis

Show me the diary/blog that Light writes or would have written? Either canon or AU is fine. :)

A canon-divergent AU in which L and Light die on the same day. Include the quote: “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”

Mello and Near wake up and find themselves in each other’s body. Humour.

Annoyed 14-year-old mathematics tutor L and annoyed 7-year-old student Light

Ryuk directing the Death Note Choir

Mikami as the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland

lawlietislaw

L is dead. Wammy’s is under attack by Kira. Men with guns have taken Roger and they’re locking down the perimeters. 13 year-old Matt has only minutes to escape, and all he has on him are: a PSP, matches, gum, Near’s legos, and BB gun. There might be friends or more supplies back at their tree-house-more-like-fort if he can make it. Will the kids be able to fight back Home Alone style?

The day L publicly challenged Kira on television, B breaks out of prison. Through hacking, spying, and detective work, B has discovered that the prime suspect is Light Yagami and Kira needs a name and face to kill. B breaks into Light’s room at the dead of night. This is the chance for revenge he’s been waiting for.

A normal afternoon of errands ends in disaster when felons have kidnapped Soichiro, Light, and other civilians as hostages. Will father and son be able to stop their crime spree and free the prisoners?

Nobody has a worse first day of medical school than Light Yagami. Imagine moving in to find that your roommate is an insufferable, sloppy insomniac who calls himself 'L’. What’s more concerning is L apparently has Type II diabetes, but there’s always doughnuts in the closet, and licorice on the bed. Shouldn’t future Dr. Yagami do something about this?

Sayu as the older sibling, Light as younger, where Sayu embarrasses Light by bragging about him to her friends. Fluffs

inspired off the song Lone Digger by Caravan Palace (warning for NSFW music video)

redesign Wammy kids (L, Watari, B, Mello, Near, or Matt, however many you want) in cyberpunk outfits or Victorian outfits

abbadon-abandon

Fluff with Light spending time with his dad

Something Matsulight :)

AU where L adopts Light somehow

Light in some sort of frilly, pretty dress

Matsulight cuddles

Someone giving Light a piggyback ride

complicatedmerary

Light won, but Mikami is alive and he already renounced him as his God. Bonus points if it’s really angsty.

Takada is dating both Light and Mikami without them knowing and it ends badly for all three of them, plot twist optional.

A look into Wedy and Aiber’s life before they worked for L.

L and Light dressed in Misa’s flashy outfits, with a grinning Misa proud of her manipulation.

Halle, Naomi, and Wedy as a kickass female group who fight crime, think Charlie’s Angels.

Light and Takada in royal clothing (bonus points for historical detail).

@pensulliwen

Misa visits Light’s grave

Misa reflects on Rem after her death

Misa finds the notebook for the first time, AU or canon compliant

Misa visits Light’s grave

Rem and Misa flying together

Misa holding the Notebook for the first time and staring at it

weneedtotalkaboutdeathnote

Something Near/Light. Does not have to be shipping (can be if you like though) but I do love any interaction between these two.

Light alone with his thoughts (possibly while he id being detained by L), obsessively going over his plans and growing ever slightly anxious and doubtful.

AU in which Light still owns the Death Note but never used it and takes a personal interest in hunting down Kira (Misa) once mass murders start.

Something Near/Light. Does not have to be shipping (can be if you like though) but I do love any interaction between these two.

Light celebrating his Birthday with his family (and possibly Ryuk heh)

Light alone, writing in his death note looking relaxed.

dank-cheese-burrito

young!L meets young!Light

L and Beyond = brothers

LightxL fluff

young!L

Beyond Birthday

any shinigami

jeevas-exe

An AU where Misa is Mello’s younger sister, but when Mello leaves, she doesn’t know how to cope.

A bittersweet mattxmello piece where Mello feels very guilty about the things he did, because of his faith. Matt tries to help him through this guilt. Catholic!Mello, if you will.

A coffee shop AU where Beyond Birthday is the barista and Naomi, who’s an FBI agent, comes running in after trying to chase down a suspect. She starts coming in more frequently due to certain events, and it’s eventual naomixb

Detailed profile of Matt

A depiction of Kira and Light as separate entities

Misa in high fashion (any Valentino dress!)

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