#but i promise im satisfied with what im currently writing!! >:3

[enha-blake]

hello all! i know i haven't actually made any updates besides a few looks since opening this blog but i promise something is coming! i just wanna make sure what I have is a great start to our little love story and Blake's backstory blame the perfectionist and people pleaser in me 💀💀💀.

i will try to write a little christmas special however because for the first time in years im actually in the Christmas spirit and i just need to release the fuzziness i feel inside otherwise ill be bouncing off the walls lmao.

again hopefully before the new year heck maybe even this week ill start on the actual storyline 😊

#enhypen blake #it's always hard for me to be satisfied with what I write i apologize yall 😭 #but i promise im satisfied with what im currently writing!! >:3 #jjunie's notes

[autisticempathydaemon]

hello everynyan :3 /ref

4 the redacted match-ups ! not sure if you're still doing these or not bc i'll be damned i'd give up after the first 3 🙌🙌🙌 power 2 ya ! (if you ARE, in fact, not doing these anymore pls ignore this. this never happened. kay.)

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

this was the hardest question bc i LOVEEMUSIC so bad i can never really pick ONE fav bc it changes every 2 seconds but !!! gun to my head as of rn i'd say -- "but not kiss" - faye webster

'i want to see you in my dreams,

but then forget.

we're meant to be,

but not yet.

you're all that i have,

but can't get.'

i chose this song primarily because of the aesthetics & instrumental,, + the feels - i love how the piano carries and portrays every feeling (dread? maybe?) alongside the vocalist ugh sick to my stomach /pos

as for the verses i've chosen i just. really like the way she sings them HA i guess depending on my current mood i might relate to the lyrics for .5 seconds due to a past relationship of mine that had me fuckedd anyway.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

i WISH i could enjoy these as much as others but i have the attention spam of a fucking goldfish i need to be stimulated 24/7. i cannot stare at the same face and occasional photo/clip for over 10 mins.

i might watch more of em if they had like a satisfying slime video in the corner or smth. i find i only watch ones that have a topic/interest of mine that i am actively curious about/into????if that makes sense??

for instance, the only one that comes to mind rn is "in defense of chat noir" by toon ruins UGH ITS SO GOOD i used to be a huge fan of miraculous so that defffinitely takes part in why i rewatch it every few months.

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

on my stomach. arms under pillows. one leg up. yo i bought these headphones made specifically for sleeping while listening to relaxing noises or smth & i kid you not i use them shits to listen to asmr/rp audios. sometimes it puts me to sleep other times i'm up all night tryna figure out what position the listener and 'character' are in. anyway!!!

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

first thing that comes 2 mindd for whatever reason is 'may' ?? possibly bc i really like my birth name already and 'may' is somewhat close to it already? also because i'd love writing it over and over in my handwriting . probably just an excuse to write the letter 'y' actually.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

fav character changes ALLL THE TIMEE for no reason my fav is all of them rlly i just wanna love and be loved BUT when i reaaaally think about it ?? hudson. even though he's like. an easter egg. i cant have anything. wanna "D D D D DDDJJJ ANXIETY" into his pants. what. who said that. just got hacked wtff

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

a know a LOTT of ppl love david but i am sorry i just cannot. angel better than me idk how they do it. srry. my momma raised a bitch. i've never ever gotten to finishing any of his videos so maybe im the problem but from the get-go THIS BITCH IS SCARY BRO he's so damn intimidating . the fact that his voice is rlly deep doesn't help either :C ..& don't even get me started on early david.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

this is such a good question rlly makin me think . hmm . OK I FEEL LIKE A BASIC BlTCH BC PPL HAVE BEEN SAYIN THIS ALREADY BUT . hux. we like this 🤞 . as for why?? i feel like i need and would . honestly really appreciate more,, warmth and positivity in my life - and i def get that sorta 'aura' from him. & i know damn well he'd give the best hugs. and we could go to the gym together. it'd be so fun. so precious.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

ok first of all #relationshipgoals that is so sweet awe :((

i wouldn't say i really 'ramble' per say -- i just talk. to myself. like a normal person. mhm. i struggle with sleep in general, so i'm usually up till like 5am. typically endlessly scrolling through my phone, or talking to the abyss about something personal that's been on my mind for a while. if it's really bad, i cry in my voice memos. if i just need to - refresh? get smth off my mind so i can sleep? i write songs.

...and then i record them on my $15 wireless headphones. onto that very same voice memos app.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

if im being honest,, depends on my mood . but god could i fuck up some strawberry milk and mini oreos right about now. . mind you i've had strawberry milk like once but it changed my life u dont understand

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

i mean i don't listen to it 24/7 but man i outdid myself w this one. it's called "insanity" and every single song matches the vibe of . just straight up 'otherworldly' ?? if u catching what im throwin?? all songs r pretty 'out-there' - in terms of the vibes - at least i like to think so. for reference it has songs like "goth - sidewalks and skeletons" and "eternal youth - růde" . IDK i guess it makes me happy when songs from a playlist actually match up with one other

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

i listen to this japanese-kawaii-metal-based group called BABYMETAL and i loveee them soso much. a few "metal enthusiasts" go out and call their work 'not real metal' , which is why i guess you can technically call their music a pleasure media -- as well as the fact that whenever i put on one of their songs mfs r like ... what is this - cause its three young japanese girls talking abt bubblegum with the the most insane guitar riff in the back. their newer stuff is incredible. womanhood at it's finest. give them a shot plspls /nf

ALL DONE !! ty 4 reading & have a lovely day/night, wherever you may be <3

Oh, this one is perfect and required, like, no thought. Vibes-wise? Given your energy? It’s just gotta be Guy.

Building on that, I love that you write songs and he writes screenplays(?). I think it’s so cute to pair writers together so that you might inspire one another and be each other's biggest fans. I also like Guy for you because he strikes me as one of those people who calls themselves “polyjamorous”, listening to basically anything and everything. He loves all your songs and all your playlists, vibing along to all of it even if there’s no words or words in another language. He doesn’t care: he’s with you, so he’s having a good time.

I would predict a fun, artistic life for the two of you like parallel-playing co-writing sessions with the two of you having individual headphones on, making funny faces at one another when you catch the other staring. You take turns showing each what you’ve created and hyping each other up, offering critique. When the writer's clock keeps y’all up till 3 AM, he’s got leftover pizza and any snacks you could possibly want. (He strikes me as the sort of guy who always has junk food caches.)

Song:

It was just two lovers/ Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde/ Fallin' for each other/ Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish/ No Donald Glover/ Missed call from my mother/ Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi/ I was all alone with the love of my life

Given your passion for music, I tried to pick a love song for y’all that was emotionally evocative to the mind and the ear. I chose this one because I thought the piano instrumental and how it evokes that mental imagery of sitting with someone during the golden hour might resonate with you. I also like it for y’all because this song got really popular on tiktok, and Guy would probably know it from there.

Runner-ups:

Obviously, we have to have Hudson as a runner-up. As a DJ, he’d be so loving and so supportive of your craft, hyping you up on air all the time and playing your work whenever he can. He’d also make you really bomb-ass playlists. A less obvious runner-up would be Anton, but I really like this one. You’d be more of an opposites attract sort of pair, but I think it’d be cute, and listening to music would remind Anton of you while he’s away~

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[verycharismaticdragon]

...Would it be alright to ask how the sequel to "A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk Into the Bamboo House" that you mentioned in the AN is doing? If not, please ignore this ask, thank you for all of your writings, and have a lovely day!! Otherwise- it's been half a year, and I was curious if you're still working on it, or if you've shifted fandoms/stopped for one of many other valid reasons? Have you had any favorite moments that you looked/are looking forward to sharing? Any sections that you're really pleased with how they turned out?

I love your story so much!! Ahh, I'm just *still* so excited to see how the relationships develop, now that the truth is on the table!! I keep wondering whether or not Binghe will find out about his Shizun's plans to revive himself - with the System dangling the promise/reward of accessing the memory data, Shen Qingqiu might find out about it! But, would he tell Binghe? Would he think it would reassure Binghe, or make him feel like absolute *scum* - Binghe suffering so much due to his death that he turned back *time*, when he wasn't *really* dead!

And! It's only been 3 years, not 5 it took, but - did the System simulate the old reality long enough that he would have awakened?? Would he get access to any simulated memories that occurred between Luo Binghe turning back time, and him giving the System go-ahead to stop running that old world? AAHHHHHHHHHHHH

And, will we get CucumberPlane friendship??? The Binghe-Airplane friendship was *amazing*, so could they be an actual, proper group of friends????

I just keep circling back to imagining how on *Earth* Shen Qingqiu will respond to the truth and all of these revelations, once he's gotten over the initial shock and the immediate need to comfort and reassure Binghe! Once he has a chance to *think*, what knots will this man tie himself into???

...Ah, I love your story and world so much!!! I'd still be incredibly happy and satisfied if just what you've written so far existed - thank you so much for the wonderful, wonderful story!!!!!!!! Please know that it continues to live in my head-rent free, and it likely will for a *long* time to come!!

Have a wonderful day!!

It's still a thing that's happening! Just not... soon lmao. I'm currently re-reading canon slowly and thoroughly, to both sharpen my SQQ voice and to ensure I'm not missing details!

(Yes I'm still in mourning about forgetting that bit from vol.3 about LBH physically pulling SQQ out of bed during disciple days, and unknowingly contradicting it.)

(Also I gotta put it out there that it took me almost 2 years to write Transmigrator Time Traveler. With a year-long break in the middle. So I'm just hoping to write the sequel a lil faster than that.)

As for the scenes, I'm having a lot of fun with the post-realization convo, wherein SQQ is trapped between 'well im straight so im gonna turn him down' and 'cant make binghe sad!!!' (and the undercurrent of not really wanting to turn binghe down. that he refuses to acknowledge.)

Some highlights:

“And if not after three years, then maybe after five, or ten, or twenty years,” Luo Binghe continued, with a hopeful lilt Shen Qingqiu didn’t know how to smack down without feeling like a heartless villain. “If not then, then maybe in a hundred years shizun will consider giving this disciple a chance…” And thus, before Shen Qingqiu could think up a proper reply, he was blasted in the face with this enormous number Luo Binghe seamlessly threw out.

and this (context is that lbh has wheedled a 'well i guess lots of things could happen in 100 years...' out of sqq, and is trying not to be too demanding)

“This disciple has no right to ask for anything else. If shizun…” Luo Binghe, seemingly not aware he was doing so, pulled a face, “if shizun wants to… other people……” Shen Qingqiu swallowed an undignified chortle that threatened to break free. Binghe somehow managed to look both like he was a puppy left out in the rain, and like he had bitten into a particularly sour lemon. Shen Qingqiu truly couldn’t help it; the urge to tease was just too much! “What,” Shen Qingqiu asked mildly, “you aren’t gonna promise to poke out the eyes of any men that dare to look at me? Not even hang any of my exes on the palace gates..?” Luo Binghe startled out of his expression, blinking confusedly before looking up at Shen Qingqiu. “Oh, right, no palace,” Shen Qingqiu ‘remembered’. “And no exes, for my part.” After a moment, Binghe huffed out something between a laugh and an exasperated sigh. “I could get a palace, if shizun wanted one,” he said casually, almost offhandedly, as if that would require about as much effort as picking up dinner from the specific restaurant that was just a little out of the way — sure, some effort, but definitely nothing too daunting. (Binghe really was so effortlessly cool! — Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but note.) “And shizun wouldn’t be happy if I poked someone’s eyes out on his behalf.” If it was anyone else, Shen Qingqiu would take this as a joke: like, oh, that’s the only thing that’s preventing you? But… no matter how sweet his Binghe was… he was still very much the protagonist who conquered the Endless Abyss. “Mn, please don’t do that,” Shen Qingqiu said seriously.

(me, writing this: im like dropping hints that sqq is still fundamentally comfortable with binghe despite being shook by the realization that he was being romanced!)

The first outline for this scene btw was just:

Sqq: sorry we can't be in a romantic relationship Lbh, dramatically: OK but I want to be the most important person in your life >:T Sqq, relieved: oh why didn't you just say so, okay In their thoughts, both: I don't think he understands what 'romantic relationship' means...

---

As for other things:

SQQ will not be learning about the plant body thing for a while yet. I know where I would put it, but I'm as of yet unsure if I'm going to write that instalment. For the sequel, SQQ will not get his memories unlocked until very late into the plot. Watsonian explanation is that he will not have the time to watch like 6 years of memory-TV straight, and if he asks the System to show him something, he has to at least know it happened. Doylist explanation is that he will have enough problems for me to maintain tension level even without him being fucked up about putting Binghe through his fake death :) and so I'd rather save it for a moment where it could be a major tension point of its own.

The System did not simulate the other world for long enough for "SY" to come back there, and even if it did, it would be like. a chatgpt version of SY. Plus the way i described how system's saved memories work, it'd be more like how SQQ experienced SJ's memories in the dream realm, and not as if he had actually lived the events. (And honestly SY living through coming back to find Binghe gone would be too angsty for me. I like things balanced between hurty and comforty.) (But also every time I think about how this au could be used to set up a spare SY!SQQ and I've decided against it, I imagine this:

sorry binggy)

Lastly, the cucumberplane friendship is on the menu, and so is the 1 braincell trio know-the-future club shenanigans ;D

#a transmigrator and a time traveler #svsss #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #charismaticdragonwrites

[wellthebardsdead]

Shimada Coffee Pt1: New beginnings

Finally got around to writing this up! Just as a reminder I write for fun and this isn’t perfect but I enjoyed making it so I hope you enjoy it at the very least and also at the time of writing Mccrees name has yet to be changed by blizzard so throughout the course of this series he’ll remain with his current title until further notice.

Y’all who came from my old blog knew this mother fucker was coming! Get ready it’s gonna hurt! ~Bambi

{prologue: main story below the ‘read more’}

“You’re just like your mother, Genji.” Sojiro sighed as he tested the temperature of the formula against his tattooed wrist. “So impatient.”

(“Congrats! It’s a boy!!” The nurse cheered and held up the newborn as he cried out his first breaths.)

Tears pricked at Sojiros eyes as a sad smile curled the corners of his lips. “You didn’t want to wait for me to arrive.” He sighed lifting his crying, barely a week old son into his arms, “you made your poor mother go through labour without me.”

(“Would you like to hold him mr shimada?” The nurse asked offering the now swaddled baby to him. Sojiro smiled and took him eagerly before sitting beside his beloved wife, Ayako, “he has your smile, your eyes too,” he said proudly.)

“But when I held you for the first time I felt so overjoyed, all I could think of was the happy future we’d have as a family, you and your brother, me and your mother.” He said as Genji eagerly latched onto the bottle.

(“He’s very small!” Hanzo exclaimed looking at his new baby brother. “Just wait a couple years son, maybe he’ll be bigger than you.” Sojiro laughed.)

“I was so happy, it only served to deepen the pain that was to come…” he said as tears began to pour down his lightly stubbled cheeks.

(“Im glad… I got to see you all one last time…” Ayako said as she smiled tiredly up at her husband and sons. “Please, dissolve the clan… give them a good life… no more crime.” She said as her skin grew pale, “please, promise me. Don’t let them suffer like you did…”)

Sojiro choked back a sob as he rocked his now satisfied new born back to sleep, “I wish I had just a few minutes more.”

(“Aishiteru…” (I love you, 愛してる) ayako whispered softly as the air left her lungs and her hold on Sojiros hand loosened. “My darling? Ayako?…” Sojiro whispered in response as the heart monitor flatlined and the world turned grey .)

“There we go,” Sojiro whispered as he placed his new born back on the futon next to his brother before sitting down beside them and pulling a small notebook from beneath his pillow, ayakos dairy. He thumbed through the pages before stopping on an illustration of a little shop front, designed immaculately down to a t.

“I know you always wanted a cafe in the country side but… I hope a city in america will do instead.” He said looking around the barren interior of the apartment, “I know it’s not much, but they’ll live an honest life here…” He sighed and tucked the book back under his pillow before laying back down next to his sons, his three year old Hanzo, and little Genji. “We’ll be safe here but,… I have no clue what I’m doing.” He whispered as he began to drift off to sleep again.

“Tou-san… need to pee.” Hanzo whispered.

…

It was only a 17 hour flight from Tokyo to America, one Sojiro had done plenty of times before to discuss business with the clans many lucrative arms dealers and clients. But on his own with a new born, a toddler, a to go bag with few personal belongings, and a pissed off criminal empire on his tail, all on top of his late wife’s death, and all the while trying to keep his tattooed body concealed, it wasn’t so easy.

Relief washed over him as the plane finally landed, while his 3 year old, Hanzo, handled the trip well, his new born, Genji, did not. Even in first class, from the loud noises, the odd smells, and the pressure making his ears pop, he seemed to spend every moment he could howling his lungs out much to the annoyance of the other passengers, and the worry and heartache of Sojiro as he struggled to make his baby as comfortable as possible.

Finally getting out of the airport was a breath of fresh, frigid night air as winter pushed out the last of its effort before the coming spring. Fresh air Sojiro immediately wanted to replace with the burn of a cigarette. After losing his wife, a funeral, risking his and his sons lives and a 17 hour flight, the itch to light one up was burning in the back of his head like the cherry of a smoke, but with his children close he pushed it away, it was bad enough he was hooked on them, the last thing he wanted was for anymore of his mistakes to rub off on his most valued treasures.

After scoping out the transportation he contemplated getting a cab from the airport to their new home, but with the circumstances of his situation and the possibility of assassination being all too real, he opted instead to wait for the bus.

Hanzo stood patiently beside his exhausted father, watching the night crowd slowly move in and out of the airport, some coming home, others leaving, he was too young to fully understand the complexities of adult life and why some passengers appeared so sad as they sat waiting for their rides. But he was smart enough to understand that his new home was here, and that his father was putting on a tough face for him. “It’s cold here, tou-san…” he whispered.

Sojiro glanced down at him before picking him up and placing him on his hip, “I know little rabbit, but I promise our new home will be nice and warm.” He said smiling so warmly at his son. Hanzo smiled up at him in return before gently covering Genji a little more with his swaddle, “I keep Ototo warm until we get there!” He exclaimed.

“Thank you little rabbit.” Sojiro said before clumsily shifting them about to grab their stuff as the bus arrived. “Ah! Speaking of home, We’re nearly there.” He said enthusiastically as he hurried aboard only for the mood to be immediately dampened by the dark and cramped interior, the musty and cigarette filled air certainly didn’t help either. “Kusai…” (Stinky, くさい)Hanzo whispered.

“Mm.” Sojiro hummed in affirmation before paying the fare and sitting down placing his kids in his lap, only for Genji to stir and promptly burst into a howling fit as the engine started, “me too sparrow. Me too…” Sojiro sighed and resumed trying to settle him as he stared out the window at the new city they’d call home.

…

Sojiro had plenty of unpleasant experiences in his life, a lot of them worse than others, but after an hour inside that cold, smelly, and oddly damp bus only to be dropped off a half hour away from their new home, he was definitely considering adding tonight to his ever growing list.

He could feel every muscle in his body ache with exhaustion as he trudged up hill carrying his now sleeping children and their belongings, he’d have to get a car soon once he had everything settled, he was relieved he at least had the peace of mind that he’d planned ahead to have groceries and essentials delivered after his arrival, though he can’t imagine the driver would be too pleased delivering anything this late into the evening.

After one final push up the path he stopped outside a decently sized building, two floors, the bottom an empty shop front, and the top a cozy little apartment, “…” he stood there in silence for a moment before pulling a small leather bound dairy out of his pocket, flicking through the pages he stopped on one, filled with a beautiful illustration of a small countryside cafe, carefully coloured in and filled with detail from top to bottom along side a page filled with notes that was proceeded by another, recipes, interior designs, hopes for a dream she’d had long before marrying Sojiro, and a hope for one she could share with him and their children in the future, a future she’d never get to see.

“I know it’s not exactly what you wanted, but it’s the best I could find on such short notice… it’s close to the kindergarten too so Hanzo can grow up like a normal kid…” he whispered to her as if she were there beside him. “I know I drained all the clans funds before I left, I know I don’t need to work but… you wanted them to have an honest life, maybe this way… I can give them that…” he sighed.

“Tou-san?” Hanzos soft voice suddenly chimed, in stealing his fathers attention away from his thoughts. Sojiro stared at him for a moment, wondering how much he heard, if he was even old enough to comprehend the worry in his words at all. He simply smiled and pocketed the book as he gestured to the building, “we’re home, what do you think, Hanzo?” He asked now feeling suddenly very concerned over his sons opinion, he was a child yes, but one who’d just lost his mother and was suddenly whisked half way across the world, the last thing Sojiro wanted was for him to be unhappy here.

Hanzo stared up at the building curiously, “…it small!” He chirped. Sojiro chuckled lightly and nodded, “yes it’s much smaller than the castle, and it’ll just be you, me and your little brother here, but that means I have a lot more time I can spend with you.” He said with a warm smile.

“More time with tou-san!” Hanzo cheered happily and hugged onto his father with glee. Sojiro gave him a fond squeeze in return as he approached the front of the building, “they said the key should be under the door.” He hummed as he felt around the base of the old wood and concrete, “ah! Here it is!” He said as he retrieved the set of keys.

After a few twists and turns and a bit of a shove he stepped inside and stared at the interior before him. Dust coated every surface and particles drifted slowly through the still air, the floor was equally as dirty and covered with debris and old cables, and old furniture sat covered in gradually  disintegrating sheets. “It needs a lot of work…” he sighed, “let’s get upstairs and get set-“

*HONK HONK!!*

Letting out a squeal more high pitched than he’d care to admit, Sojiro spun around on his heel to see the delivery truck outside, the driver getting out to start unloading their stuff, “oh, that was good timing.” He sighed before realising the noise had stirred his youngest once more, “oh no.”

…

Relief surged through Sojiro as he waved goodbye to the delivery driver and locked the doors to his new home tight for the evening. His fears had been confirmed that the driver would be displeased working so late, but his tune changed quickly to one of sympathy upon seeing the visibly exhausted and frazzled single father standing there with his new born in a sling and his toddler on his hip.

Questions were asked as he expected, and while he didn’t lie, he didn’t tell the full truth, “my wife passed away after giving birth, I couldn’t bear living in our old home anymore so I decided to move and start a new life.” Is what he said. “I just want my sons to grow up happy and safe.” He said. Safe from his criminal past, safe from his families murderous empire, safe, from the truth.

Satisfied that his new home was secure he headed upstairs to find his little ones where he’d left them, both sleeping peacefully on the brand new futon he’d unpacked while the driver unloaded the remainder of his purchases.

He stood there for a moment in the doorway watching his two most valued treasures rest, blissfully unaware of the weight sitting heavy on their fathers shoulders, dreaming happy little dreams. He wanted so badly just to flop down face first into the plush bedding beside them, but the hunger pains turning his stomach made his attention switch to the unopened cooking utensils and the groceries sitting idle beside them, “food…” he whispered to himself.

It took longer than he’d care to admit to finish unpacking the cookware and groceries, and he stood there even longer simply staring at it all as the overwhelming realisation dawned on him, he didn’t know how to cook. ‘I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IM DOING!!’ He thought. From crime lord of the shimada empire to a single father panicking over how to cook rice, being the figure head of a lucrative criminal organisation had its perks, money, servants, and an expensive education. But despite all his tutors best work, he hadn’t a clue on how to look after himself, but with two children now depending on him, he had to try.

After much deliberation, double and triple re-readings of the instructions and well over 10 YouTube tutorials, he plugged in the rice cooker and carefully measured out a cup of rice before pouring it into the pot and staring at it confused, “hm… that doesn’t look like nearly enough…” he whispered to himself, “maybe a bit more.” He said scooping another cup and dumping it in. “Theres no way that’ll even feed Hanzo never mind myself.” He grumbled before getting fed up and pouring another few cups in and filling it with water before flicking it on to cook while he prepared the rest of his dinner.

A half hour or so passed by in peaceful silence outside of the occasional YouTube tutorial, he learned how to properly prepare certain vegetables, how to properly cook meat, and was making what looked to be in his opinion a decent attempt at a curry. ‘I need to get better at this, and fast if I’m going to be opening a damn cafe…’ he thought.

“Tou-san?” Hanzos soft and tired voice sounded from behind him. “Yes hanzo?” Sojiro asked turning around to see his oldest sleepily looking up at him, and in the corner of his eye, the now cooked rice, rising slowly out of the rice cooker taking the lid with it. “Nani?…” (what? , なに) he whispered staring at the majesty of his mess up.

Hanzo looked up at his father confused before turning around to see the glorious rice catastrophe, “WAH! RICE MONSTER!!” He squealed before rushing out of the kitchen and diving into the futon to hide stirring his little brother, “WEH!!” Genji cried.

…

Despite his messy first attempt he was surprised to find his dinner to be better than expected, not perfect, but certainly not bad, and with plenty of leftovers to last him and his oldest a few days. After feeding his kids he settled them back down to rest before washing the dishes and then heading to the bathroom to wash himself.

He was relieved to find the hot water working, though the shower and bathtub would certainly need a good clean before he’d dare bathe his sons in it, but as he felt the exhaustion of the last few days sink into his tired bones he decided that was a task best left for tomorrow.

A deep sigh slipped from his lips as he enjoyed the hot water streaming down his tattooed skin and soaking into his long raven locks. As he reached for the shampoo to wash it though, he paused and instead opened the glass sliding door to grab the scissors and razor instead…

He was by no means a professional but he’d cleaned his hair up enough times after fights and the occasional mental breakdown to know what he was doing, that said, he’d never gone this short before, anything higher than the small of his back wasn’t allowed, the clan would never allow it. Keep it long, so it’s easier to style, easier to grab, easier to manage… easier to control him with.

But now he was free of that, free of them. He could hide his tattoos under long clothing and a bit of makeup on his neck, but his hair would be an easy giveaway to his identity, easy for assassins to spot, easy for bounty hunters to grab…

Closing his eyes and holding his breath he nervously held the scissors to his hair, an ever present fear of punishment weighing heavy on his shoulders. “Brrrp??” A soft and sweet chirp echoed over the noise of the shower, and fuzzy whiskers tickled his leg making him open his eyes and look down to see, his dragon, Tsubasa.

Black and fiery gold scales with eyes to match stared up at him from where he sat at his feet, no bigger than an average house cat, just enjoying the warm water as much as his master. Sojiro locked eyes with him in a knowing glance, a silent conversation only the two of them could understand, “you’re right… I have to.” He sighed before squeezing the scissors and taking the first cut, severing his hair like he did his ties with the clan.

Opening his eyes he let out a shaky breath as he stared at the severed clump in his hand, “oh my god what have I done…” he whispered before looking at his dragon who simply stared up at him with a calm and reassuring gaze. “Y-you’re right, I’m. Im allowed to do this.” He whispered before proceeding to take the scissors to the rest of his locks, “they can’t control me anymore.”

…

It took a good hour or so for Sojiro to cut the remainder of his hair to a nice short length. With a steady hand obtained from years of strict sword and martial art practice he achieved a neat but stylish cut with the help of his razor. After shaving his face to clear up his post travel stubble he paused and stared at himself in the mirror, the tattoos creeping up his neck being the only thing reminding him that the man in the mirror wasn’t a stranger.

“Brrrp??” Tsubasa chirped as he jumped onto the bathroom vanity to see what his master was looking at. “What do you think? Does it suit me?” He asked, still staring at his reflection.

Tsubasa nodded and approved with a sweet whistle and a curl of his whiskers. “Good, because it’ll have to do…” he sighed as he began to brush his teeth only to be interrupted by genjis cries from outside the bathroom. “How can something so small eat so much?” He sighed rinsing his mouth before holding out his hand to the dragon. “Out or in?” He asked quirking his sharp brow.

The dragon contemplated for a moment before resting his head in his hand. “In it is then.” He said watching the creature glow a brilliant gold as its form twisted and transformed incorporating itself into the very ink work that covered Sojiros body from head to toe. Satisfied his dragon had gotten comfortable within the artwork he flicked off the bathroom light and headed out to tend to his youngest.

After another bottle and a diaper change Sojiro gently lay Genji back into bed beside his brother before flicking off the lights and joining them, he could practically hear his body give a sigh of relief as he finally allowed it to rest, and yet his mind was a buzz with concerns of the path ahead and the work needed to be done, “it’s not perfect but… I hope you like it, ayako… I have no clue what I’m doing.” He whispered softly and closed his eyes to try and drift off to sleep.

“Tou-san, I need to pee.” Hanzo whispered making his father groan with mild exasperation as he dragged himself out of bed.

…

“Hot…why’s it so hot?” Sojiro thought as a searing heat burned the centre of his back, the dark void surrounding him only drawing his attention to it further.

“Please… Promise me…” A soft familiar voice echoed throughout the dark chasm.

“Ayako?” Sojiro thought before registering the pressure on his jaw, “why can’t I close my mouth?”

“Don’t let them suffer like you did.”

Sojiro opened his eyes, or rather, they’d always been open, the blindfold had simply been removed. He looked around in a panic as his eyes adjusted, he was on his knees, hunched over with his arms tied back to a pole that dug into his spine as he tried to steady himself.

“Don’t struggle, this is going to be permanent, the last thing you’ll want is it to be messy.” A voice to his left spoke, his uncle he assumed, the voice sounded familiar but the face remained hidden behind a mask resembling an oni.

“What’s happening?!” Is what Sojiro wanted to scream, but as he bit down it became apparent the bamboo fastened securely between his teeth wouldn’t allow that.

“Tsk, you should have gotten a bigger piece. That’ll do nothing to muffle his screaming. The whole village will hear him.” A raspy female voice to his right, his auntie he assumed but like his uncle her face was hidden.

“Calm down now, Sojiro.” A deep and commanding voice that sent a shiver down his spine and set dread deep into his stomach suddenly spoke over the other elders surrounding him… silence.

Sojiro, now no longer a young man but instead a terrified 12 year old boy, looked up at the figure before him. A cruel man who like the other figures, hid his face behind an equally cruel mask, but even with it covered, Sojiro would recognise him anywhere, he was his father after all…

“It’ll only hurt for a moment.” His father said, his mask twisting into a snarling grin as if alive.

A damp warmth filled Sojiros trousers and formed a puddle around his bound legs as fear overwhelmed every ounce of control he had over himself in that moment, as he watched his father lift a glowing, red hot, branding rod of the shimada crest from the fire illuminating the darkness.

Sojiros eyes remained locked onto the glowing metal as it passed by him and disappeared from view, and as the heat got closer, he woke to a gentle slap to the face.

Gasping awake he opened his eyes to see Hanzo adorably tapping at him trying to wake him up, he was in his new place, in his new bed, safe with his two sons. He sighed with relief and looked up at his toddler from where he lay, “yes little rabbit?” He whispered. “Ototo peed.” Hanzo said pointing to his brother who’d some how managed to escape the confines of his diaper to pee up his fathers side.

Sojiro sighed and pulled himself up to clean the mess and put a new diaper on Genji, “please promise me this won’t become a habit little sparrow.” He whispered pulling the baby into his arms earning only excited breathy baby gasps in response. “That doesn’t sound like a promise!” Sojiro whined.

…

It was a rough start to an already rough situation. The past few days seemed to both drift by in a blur and drag on for eternity. On top of the stress of moving to an entirely new country and starting a new life as a newly single father, he also had to navigate getting the cafe cleaned, wired, and furnished all the while tending to his children, one of which could be set off if a squirrel so much as farted two county’s over, all the while without even the slightest trace of nicotine in his system to take the edge off.

He thought getting Hanzo enrolled into daycare would be the worst of it. When he arrived he thought he’d missed the memo on the supposed parental uniform standards, the only other parents he could see in attendance were young mothers, hair colours in a spectrum from blond to brown with the occasional box dye red, all of them sporting lycra and collectable Starbucks tumblers.

He felt so out of place amongst the group, and while he managed to remain a vision of calm on the outside, internally he was dying with panic as he prayed the makeup covering any exposed tattoos on his neck and hands would hold. By the time he arrived home he felt both a mix of relief that Hanzo had been accepted, and a desperate need for a cold shower and a cigarette to steady his nerves.

But in truth, all of that was a cake walk when compared to, grocery shopping.

Grocery shopping would be fun, he thought. He could see the quality of the food he was buying in person, he thought. It’ll be so peaceful, he thought. He thought wrong.

The culture shock came in like a freight train clotheslining Sojiro with wave after wave of irritating new information. Isle after isle filled with rude, pushy, and loud people. The blatant disregard they had to not only produce and products, but staff and customers alike shocked even him, a former yakuza.

Hanzo, to his credit, was well behaved and if not just as stunned and afraid as his father to the point of refusing to let go of his hand even when Sojiro needed to grab something. It was evident the toddler wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, and Sojiro definitely couldn’t blame him.

Genji for the most part remained calm and quiet throughout the experience much to his fathers surprise, he simply lay in his stroller staring up at all the colourful sights before him gasping happily. That was until they reached the checkouts…

Sojiro sighed with relief as he put the groceries in the compartment under the stroller before placing Hanzo in next to his brother and wheeling them out of the store, “finally, let’s go ho-… Genji?” He said with concern as he stared at the now bright red face of his youngest. “Oh god are you choking?!” He said leaning down to grab him only to be greeted by a wall of stench as the baby suddenly stopped tensing.

“Oh god- you didn’t-” Sojiro dry heaved as the smell drifted back to his nose once again. “Hee~” Genji gasped and wiggled happily seeming really pleased with himself and the stink bomb he’d dropped.

Sojiro stood there for a moment trying to contemplate his options, he didn’t have a car yet, he didn’t even have a chance to go look at them yet, he couldn’t take him on the bus like this, and if he waited until he’d walked all the way home Genji would certainly have nappy rash. He looked around frantically for a bathroom as his last option, only to be pleasantly surprised to discover for the first time in his life, parent rooms… at least, he was pleasantly surprised at first.

He quickly wheeled the stroller inside and was immediately greeted by a room of judgmental stares from women of all ages, all of them glaring at him as if he were a threat, as if he’d kidnapped his own two children. He’d faced down many opponents in his life, enemy crime syndicates, drug lords, police, and more, all of them he fearlessly stood his ground against. And yet he found himself feeling intimidated, and unwelcome in what he assumed to be a place for all parents to care for their kids.

He stood there for a moment, staring back at all the eyes staring at him, he didn’t know what to say or do to make this situation any better, he was scared if he did anything at all that could cause a scene he’d be deported back to japan which in his case would be an instant death sentence… The only thought he had was to leave. “I-I’m sorry-” he stammered out in a tone that surprised even himself, “I’ll g-” he said turning to leave only to be stopped by a very large but gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Hey now, no need to apologise there’s plenty of room in here. Do you need a hand?” A slightly rough, warm, and confident but unmistakably friendly voice said making Sojiro turn around to see a very tall man smiling back at him. Dark brown curly hair with a neat undercut, fuzzy but somewhat tidy facial hair, skin like caramel, and built like a greek statue but with such gentle brown eyes. “It’s alright, they’re like chihuahuas. All bark no bite.” The gentle stranger said glaring at the mothers who all immediately went back to minding their own business.

Sojiro stared up at him dumbfounded for a moment trying to contemplate the feelings he was experiencing, for the first time in a long time he felt safe, unexplainably so, but safe none the less, “I- thank you.” He said clearing his throat, “I felt as though I was intruding.”

The stranger simply smiled and shook his head, “yeah I felt that the first time I came in here on my own too.” He said fixing a diaper bag over his shoulder before holding out his hand to shake Sojiros, “names Gabe, and you’re?”

Sojiro stared up at him as his brain continued to short circuit. He’d talked business with hundreds of individuals, king pins and literal kings, and yet he found himself malfunctioning both physically and mentally at the mere presence of a kind and handsome man, “I-… I’m Sojiro!” He blurted out and bowed before quickly straightening back up and shaking his hand as his brain caught up with the rest of his body, “f-forgive me I’m never usually this uncoordinated.”

Gabe simply smiled in response all the while looking at him with a knowing gaze, “it’s alright, we’ve all been there.” He said before glancing down at hanzo and Genji, both now staring up at him curiously, “I’m guessing that smells coming from you then ey?” He asked gently nudging genjis cheek. Hanzo nodded in response and smiled up at him seeing the friendly interaction between him and his father and understanding the word ‘smell’, “mm, Kusai!” (Stinky! くさい!)

“I’m sorry he can’t speak English but he can understand some-” Sojiro tried to explain before Gabe cut him off with an amused chuckle back to the toddler, “yeah he’s a stinky bean ain’t he?” He said as he began setting up the newborn changing station for Sojiro whom simply stared at him in surprise, “you can? Speak Japanese?” He asked as he lifted the now very cranky Genji up and onto the change table.

“A little, mostly just the basic phrases for work purposes. I only know how to say ‘stink’ in your language because of some international agents complaining about the men’s locker room.” Gabe said handing him some wet wipes. “Agents?” Sojiro asked curiously before suddenly feeling he had no place intruding on this mans personal life further, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry-” he said attempting to correct the situation only to be interrupted by another voice in the doorway.

“Ah! There you are Gabriel! I thought you were only coming in here to get wet wipes!” A slightly older woman with tan skin and dark hair said as she stood in the doorway with a young boy around Hanzos age on her hip, dressed as a little cowboy with ketchup down his front. “Hey Ana, yeah I was but I saw another father in need of help.” He smiled tilting his head towards Sojiro.

The woman, whom Sojiro now assumed was named Ana, looked Gabe up and down scrupulously before glancing at Sojiro, “oh, we were beginning to think you’d gone to the toilet and fell in.” She mused.

Sojiro stood there awkwardly, never once had he been regarded as ‘in need of help’. He was the now former leader of a yakuza empire, he didn’t ask for help, he wasn’t allowed to, he wasn’t allowed help. The clan had beaten into him from youth that asking for help was admittance of weakness, of inferiority, of incompetence. By asking for help, he’d only be burdening others, and a burden he felt like. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to make an inconvenience of myself for the both of you. Thank you for your help,” he said as he finished dressing Genji before placing him back in the stroller.

Gabe immediately turned to face him, wanting to assure him he was nothing of the sort, but the former yakuza and his children were already out the door and passed Ana and the little cowboy who curiously peered over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of Hanzo as they disappeared into the crowd. “Damn…” Gabe cursed.

Ana glanced back at Sojiro as he hurriedly disappeared into the crowd before looking at Gabe, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare him away.” She said stepping closer to him. “Don’t be, poor guy was pretty upset before I turned up anyway, the look he gave me when I tapped his shoulder, I couldn’t tell if he wanted to hit me or cry,” he said grabbing some wet wipes before gently cleaning up the little cowboys overalls. “Did you enjoy your fries?” He asked with a warm smile.

The toddler nodded before pointing out the door, “pretty!” He chirped referring to Hanzo. “You like him mijo? Maybe he’ll be in your class this year.” Gabe mused before looking past Ana at the door as well, “I hope I can meet him again and apologise…” he said before snapping his attention to all the nosy mothers looking at him, “what are you staring at?!” He growled making them all go back to minding their business.

…

The apartment sat silent and empty in the families absence to the store, only to be replaced by the creaking of the door opening and the thumping of groceries against the narrow staircase as Sojiro staggered inside holding his two sons and their shopping.

He stood there in the doorway for a moment before gently closing it, leaning on it, and sliding down it to sit on the floor with his sons and the groceries as his sleep deprived mind attempted desperately to wrap itself around everything he’d just experienced, “…We. Are doing all our shopping online from now on… we can never do that again.” He said quietly. “Mm.” Hanzo replied in affirmation while Genji simply babbled to himself happily.

“God… I need a smoke.” Sojiro thought.

#overwatch #Sojiro shimada #overwatch fanfiction #jesse mccree #genji shimada #genji #gabriel reyes #Shimada coffee #coffee shop au #tw: abuse #tw: childhood trauma #tw: child harm

[tom-holland-parker]

My boyfriend’s back

Summary: Arvin is out of town for a few days but when he returns and hears the news about boys making you uncomfortable he decides to take matters into his own hands

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Warning: Violence??, Creepy boys, curse words

Word count: 1185

Notes: Very unedited, it's currently 3:26AM as I write this

Masterlist

"Lee you know im dating Arvin please stop trying" you said awkwardly as you politely pushed the tall boy away from you.

"Arvin won't be in town for 2 weeks" Lee scoffed ignoring how uncomfortable he made you, "a fine lady like you needs a man to keep her satisfied, I can do just that".

You took a deep breath, Lee had been asking you out on a date since the second he heard Arvin would be out of town. Always using the same excuse, I can treat you better. When it first happened you were flattered but politely told him no, you were in love with Arvin and there was no changing that, but as the days went on Lee became more creepy and constantly made you uncomfortable. You could practically hear Arvin's voice in the back of your head telling you that you were too nice to people and you should just punch anyone who tries anything on you.

You gripped your books tighter as you took a step back from him, looking for any way out of this conversation, "Lee I'm perfectly happy with Arvin now please leave me alone" you said with a fake smile as you walked away.

As the weekend passed everything seemed to go back to normal, Lee had stopped talking to you and you could finally pass him in the halls without being put in an uncomfortable situation. It wasn't until your good friend Bonnie ran into you in the halls. A look of surprise on her face.

"Good morning Bonnie how was your weekend?" You asked as you reached for your books in your locker. "I'd much rather talk about yours," she said with a smirk.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, "what do you mean?" She chuckled, "don't act all innocent now. I heard all about you and Lee shaking the sheets this weekend. He's told everyone in school"

You eyes widened in shock, "I was home all weekend baking, I haven't spoken to Lee since friday afternoon"

Bonnie stared at you awkwardly, "that's not what Lee is saying to everyone". You looked down the hallway to where Lee and his group of friends stood. It made you furious how they were all laughing amongst themselves, as if spreading rumors like that was the best joke ever.

You slammed your locker shut as you sprinted towards him, pushing him into his locker, "i wouldn't go out with you and so you think it's funny to spread rumours about me" you screamed as everyone began to stare at you.

Lee looked around at his group of friends, "Told you she'd get mad, doesn't want anyone knowing what a dirty whore she is" he smirked as all his friends laughed.

"Awe what's wrong" his friend teased, "don't want poor Arvin to hear about how his perfect little girlfriend is actually a huge slut"

You felt tears form in your eyes as you rushed out of school, ignoring the whispered that filled the halls. You didn't know where you were going but anywhere was better than the school.

Eventually you found yourself in the middle of a meadow not too far from your house. It was a place you and Arvin hung out a lot. You laid on the ground watching as the clouds moved in the sky.

"I thought I'd find you here" you looked around in confusion when you heard your boyfriend's voice. He smiled as you stood up running towards him, "Arvin what are you doing here" you said happily as you pulled him in for a hug.

"I missed you too much so I came home early," He chuckled holding you tightly, "I was gonna surprise you at school but when I got there Bonnie said you ran out and didn't come back"

You let out a sad sigh as you pulled out returning to your spot on the ground, "I'm never going back" you said stubbornly. Arvin chuckled as he sat next to you, "you say that all the time"

You shook your head, "I can't go back. I'll die of embarrassment"

Arvin stared at you in confusion watching as you hugged your legs and stared at your shoes. It wasn't until you locked eyes with him that he noticed the redness and puffiness that only came from tears. "What's wrong Love?"

His hand moved to caress your face, instantly making you feel relaxed. You sighed, "Lee's spreading rumors about me". Arvin instantly tensed up due to his subconscious need to protect you. "What kind of rumors?"

You looked down, fearing that he'd be angry with you, "well Lee's been asking me out nonstop since you left and I kept saying no but now he's telling everyone that him and I are having sex, even though I was home alone all weekend and now the whole school thinks im a whore"

You felt new tears poured from your eyes as you thought about all the whispers from the hallway. Arvin took a deep breath as he pulled your body into his, hugging you tightly, "don't worry Darling I'll deal with it"

You pulled away, wiping the tears from your cheeks, "you're not mad at me?" He smiled wrapping his hands around your shoulders, "I could never be mad at my girl"

He kissed your forehead before getting up, "Come Darling I'll buy you some ice cream"

It took only a few minutes for you to get back to your normal self. You sat in the passenger seat humming along with the radio as you ate your ice cream. Every now and then Arvin would look out the window like he was on a hunt but you didn't mind, you were just happy to spend time with him. "Where are we going?" You ask, turning to face him. He remained quiet for a moment, "to go find that son of a bitch Lee".

You smiled, quickly kissing his cheek before turning to look out the window. It's not like Lee was hard to find, he always talked about how he would smoke with his friends behind the old farm house. Arvin parked in the deserted field before turning to you, "stay in the car I'll be right back" he muttered giving your hand a quick kiss before getting out of the car.

You nodded as you sat back, turning the volume on the radio up to drown out the sudden shouting that occurred. You expected Arvin to he quick but confusion plastered your face when you saw him dragging a bloody Lee towards the passenger window. You lowered the window and stuck your head out.

"Apologize" Arvin demanded as his grip on Lee's hair tightened

"I-I'm so s-s-sorry Y/N" he stuttered, "What I did was terrible and I promise to never utter a word to you or about you again"

Arvin threw the bloody boy to the ground before hopping back in the car and driving away. You smiled moving closer to rest your head on his shoulder, "I love you" you said as you kissed his cheek

He smiled, "I love you too"

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland au #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fluff #arvin russell #arvin russell x reader #arvin russel x y/n #arvin russel x reader #arvin russell smut #arvin russel imagine #arvin russel x you #arvin russel fluff #arvin russel fic #the devil all the time

[kaashiboo]

haikyuu boys reacting to you talking to an attractive guy part. 1

┇ akaashi and shirabu

→ fluff

【warnings: swearing】

gn! reader

✎ a/n: i got a bit carried away with shirabu's AAAAHHH. it makes me sad because im a huge shirabu simp but im content deprived so pls expect me to write more about shirabu for an unhealthy amount of times!<3

part 2 - coming soon (ft. tendou and iwaizumi)

akaashi

"y/n." he said, almost as if he was whispering but he didn't want to bother you as you seem interested in the conversation that you were having with your male classmate.

"darling." he tried once again, tugging on the hem of his your jacket. fortunately, you turned to him this time.

"i thought we were going to the newly opened coffee shop." he reminded you.

"oh yeah! okay, wait a sec." you smiled at him and returned your attention back to your classmate.

'ouch' he thought.

the seconds you promised turned into another ten minutes and so he was just standing there behind you awkwardly. he wasn't even paying attention to the conversation, he was just busy watching as your eye lit up in excitement. the way you would make weird gestures with your hands to furthermore elaborate your story. he noticed as well how attentive you look as the boy speaks, you leaning in to hear him better. heck, you didn't even bother to cover your mouth as you laugh— not that he hated it but you were never like that to him.

he blinks, starting to feel uneasy and having the urge to pull you out of the scene but he knows very well that you're not his property and that he has no right to tell you who and who not to talk to. as long as you're safe then he's fine with it.

he tries reassuring himself that your classmate was nothing more than just a friend but his insecurities were starting to slowly get into his head. he looks down to his feet, brows furrowed as an attempt to distract himself from his thoughts.

"keiji?" you spoke softly, placing your hand on his shoulder. he looked up, staring right behind you but your classmate was no longer there.

'how long was i spacing out?'

"are you okay?" you asked. taking out your handkerchief from your pocket to wipe the beads of sweat that were on his forehead.

"do you feel sick? we could always go to the shop next time."

"i'm fine." he curtly replied. he panicked as soon as he realized how rude his response was but he immediately relaxed when he saw you smiling gently at him.

"if you say so." you reached for his hand, and intertwined your fingers together as he lets you lead the way.

the short walk from your school to the cafe was quiet— quieter than usual. you told him to find a seat and offered to order for the both of you.

he wanted to protest and tell you that he could have paid for it but he chose not to. he really did want to talk but the unsettling feeling hasn't disappeared yet which made him want to not say anything at all.

you quickly found akaashi and sat across him. his hands were clasped together, resting on the table and so you placed your hands on top of his. giving it a light squeeze.

"you've been awfully quiet. do you want to talk about it?" he contemplated on whether he should tell you about his weird feelings or not but he decided that it would be better if he opened up.

"earlier," he paused, not really knowing how he should start it. if you weren't close to him then you probably wouldn't have heard that he spoke. you decided to let your hands on the table instead of his hands.

"when you were with your classmate, i was glad to see how happy you looked as you talked to him but it felt weird, i don't know why but the way you acted around him was completely different compared to when you're with me... " his voice shrunk.

"i apologize for thinking like this, y/n. i know it's completely immature of me. let's just— forget about it." he slightly frowned, grabbing his own drink and took a sip from it.

"were you perhaps... jealous, my love?" you chuckled and he playfully rolled his eyes at you.

"it's nothing, darling." he denies.

"it's clearly something, keiji. and besides, what you felt— or i assume, what you're currently feeling, is valid. i should be the one apologizing, okay? i'm glad you opened up to me." you reach for your drink next to his but akaashi was quick enough to get a hold of your wrists with his one hand effortlessly while the other grabbed your drink , the straw near your mouth. you looked at him in confusion.

"just drink it. i don't want to let go." he lets out a slight scoff, staring away from your teasing looks. you obliged before he changes his mind and take away your drink.

he still hasn't let go and you chuckled at how stubborn he was. he knew he could have let you use your other to hand to grab your drink but oh well.

"but seriously, keiji. you probably weren't listening but we were talking about something else." he doesn't know how your statement was supposed to make him feel better but he nodded, urging you to continue.

"i'm not gonna tell you to stop being jealous because i think that's easier said than done but i just want to assure you. we were talking about how his date went because he has a crush on my best friend and they finally went out. he doesn't like me and i don't like him in that way either." you explained calmly.

"and i'm sorry for making you think that i'm not comfortable around you. i think you took it the other way around though. just because you see me more hyper when i'm with others, doesn't mean i don't feel at ease when i'm with you. you make me feel safe and normal." you sheepishly confessed.

"oh." he mumbled.

"'oh'? that's all you're gonna say?" you joked, your gaze diverting on the table where he was still busy playing with your hands.

"sorry for jumping into conclusions."

"it's alright. i love you, remember that."

"i love you more, y/n."

shirabu

"goshiki. have you seen y/n?" shirabu asked as soon as he approached goshiki's table.

"huh? why are you asking me that? aren't we from different classes and year?" he tilted his head, confused with shirabu's visible frown.

"yea— i know that, shut up. you know what— never mind." he groaned and left.

break time is almost over and you still haven't shown up. shirabu may never admit but he truly is worried about you.

he stormed to the classroom of your previous class, silently opening the door, and peeked inside. only to see you sitting on your chair with your male classmate standing in front of your desk, a hand resting on the table to support his upper body as he leans down to meet your face.

he scoffs loudly, your head immediately turning to his direction, and leaned away from the boy.

"this is a school. not a motel." shirabu snarled.

"why are you here?" you raised a brow at him while your male classmate stood up straight, fixing his uniform along.

"i— i wanted to check something here but i was not expecting two irresponsible students deciding to flirt in a classroom. have you ever heard of good manners?" he crossed his arms on his chest. watching as you harshly shove your belongings into your bag before making your way to where he was.

you stood in front of him. having to look up a bit to match his piercing gaze, "you're smart but you're bad at making assumptions." you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him to the side to make way for yourself.

"where do you think you're going?" he shouted, trailing behind you as you try your best to get past the crowd.

"i don't know what the hell is your problem with me, shirabu. would you please mind your own business? what are you? my significant other? asshole." you rolled your eyes and continued your journey to wherever your feet decide to lead you as long as he would not be near you.

you looked over your shoulders. seeing that he already stopped following you. you were supposed to feel glad about it but you felt otherwise.

-

it has been exactly four days. four days without your usual bickerings with shirabu. the whole volleyball team was surprised. it's not like you stopped visiting them to watch their practice, but your interactions with the setter have drastically decreased. no one dared to ask about it and they all act like nothing is happening but the tension still somehow got in the way as you converse with the others. the pair of eyes carefully watching your every move and it took you all the energy to not look back.

'seriously? who does he think he is? it's so annoying. how dare he jump to conclusions. and besides, even if he was right, why does it matter to him so much.' you tried to convince yourself but it wasn't enough to overpower how you actually felt about the whole ignoring situation. you did try to approach him the other day but backed out.

semi noticed that you were spacing out the whole time as he was talking about something. not even the blow of the whistle was enough for you to snap back to reality and so he just patted your back before running back to the court to continue the practice.

you sighed to yourself and felt your phone buzz, receiving a text from haru.

haru: hey y/n! i'm in the library right now. i'll be waiting.

you wanted to bid your goodbye to them but they were too engrossed with practice so you decided to just leave without uttering a single word.

"shirabu! where are you going?" tendou watched as his teammate's figure disappeared from his sight.

"ah, young love." he clicked his tongue in amusement.

"hi haru!" you greeted and he offered a smile before he put his index finger to his mouth, a friendly reminder that you two are in the library. you whispered an apology before sitting beside him.

"so, how'd you do in the exam?" he starts.

"i don't think i'm very satisfied with it but i got a 90% so i guess it's not that bad." you talked as you took out your own textbooks and placed the test results on the table for him to see.

he gasps jokingly, "i beg to disagree that it's not a good grade. i literally got an 88%" he playfully punched your shoulders and proceeded to tell you how proud he was that you managed to ace the exam with his help.

"i hope you don't mind if we settle here instead? i didn't really want to bother my roommate and i think most classrooms are occupied right now." he looks at you apologetically.

"don't sweat about it." you reassured, placing your hand over his that was on the table but you immediately retracted your hand when you heard someone cough.

"what do you want?" you tried to sound tough but you were intimidated by his dark gaze even though he didn't mean to scare YOU off.

"let's talk." he looks straight into your eyes.

"no."

"oh? i wasn't asking. i was demanding." he then grabbed all your belongings, carefully but hurriedly putting them inside your bag and zipping it close, and slung it on his shoulder.

"shira—"

"kenjirō." he cut you off and impatiently grabbed your wrist, not forgetting to give haru one last glare before dragging you along to wherever he planned on taking you.

his pace was fast and you tried your best to keep up with him, being careful in order to not trip.

he abruptly stopped on his tracks which took you by surprise and almost hit your face on his back. he gently pushed you inside the volleyball team's clubroom and you finally gave in and decided to let him.

none of you spoke as you got inside. you leaned on the wall just beside the door. staring intently at your bag that he placed on the floor. having no intentions of making eye contact with him.

however, you didn't expect it when he suddenly stepped closer and nuzzled his face into your neck. "k-kenjirō?" you stammer, reluctantly hugging him and rubbing circles on his back for comfort.

"is there something wrong?" you whispered and he finally pulled away from the hug.

"sorry."

"kenji—"

"shut up," wow okay.

"i'm sorry for... being mean— not that it's something new but i didn't realize how bad it was to accuse you of something that you may or may not do... but that's not the point. i know you're bad at flirti—"

"kenjirō, are you apologizing or insulting me?" you let out a laugh. oh how he missed hearing that.

"right. anyway, i'm sorry i made you upset to the point that you had to avoid me," he was about to continue but you interrupted him.

"avoid you— what?! i thought YOU were avoiding me so i didn't want to bother you!" you exclaimed and the two of you stared at each other in confusion.

"so you weren't mad at me?" he narrowed his eyes at you, a hint of doubt laced within his voice.

"no? i mean, i was pretty upset that you thought i had the time to flirt with someone but it wasn't a big deal and my anger only lasted for an hour." you tried to elaborate.

"but why didn't you approach me the day after? heck, you didn't even spare a glance at me during practice!"

"because i thought you were mad at me!" you exasperated, massaging your temples at the same time.

"god, y/n. so you're telling me i avoided you for nothing?" you hesitantly nodded at him, mind still filled with questions.

"why were you so affected by it anyway," you mumbled.

"excuse me?" he raised a brow, sounding as offended as ever.

"imagine seeing the person you like to be with another attractive guy and be PHYSICALLY close with him. how would you feel then?" you were taken aback by his sudden confession but you decided to play along with his i'm-still-in-denial-game.

"well, i don't know about that because the person i like is constantly surrounded by handsome guys on the volleyball team but i was never jealous."

"so you like someone from the team," he humorlessly chuckled. "this is pointless." he stated.

you groaned at how slow he was, "you're so stupid. it's you who i like, kenjirō! oh my god i can't believe you're this dumb." he stared at you in disbelief, using his index finger to point at himself, "me?"

"no. the fucking wall, kenjirō. i like the wall!" you shut your eyes closed, trying not to get your annoyance into your head.

"then who were you wi—"

"a friend, shirabu kenjirō. haru is a friend who offered to tutor me for the whole week since exams are coming." you reassure.

"but why him? do i look like someone who won't tutor you?"

"yes..." your voice trailed off and he stood there, dumbfounded with how straightforward you were.

"but if you just admit that you were jealous then maybe i'd approach you instead." you joked.

"i wasn't jealous but you're changing your tutor whether you like it or not. now, come on and let's tell him so i could finally go back to practice." he picked up your bag and tossed it to you.

"you're not gonna ask me out first?" you teased before placing your hand at the doorknob.

"well then, go out with me."

"i said ask, not demand." you rolled your eyes.

"as if you'd have a choice anyway."

#kaashiboowrites #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagines #akaashi fluff #akaashi scenarios #shirabu x reader #shirabu imagines #shirabu fluff #shirabu scenarios #akaashi keiji #shirabu kenjirou #shiratorizawa #fukurodani

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God my lack of content is annoying me so I'm going to attempt to whip something up. If it isn't the best, I'm so sorry but I really need something new up on my page.

Soft Wishes

summary: the things you would give to just be able to hold his hand. its all harmless and fluffy, right?

pairing: Eren Jeager x Gn!Reader

A/n: I'm gonna try out writing for aot. lol wish me luck! I hope you all enjoy <3

You'd never thought that you'd talk to Eren, let alone fall for him. You were good at fighting, but you always stayed in the background anyways. The day you were put into Captain Levi's squad with them, you were stunned. Why you? You were never anything special.

Sasha and you had gotten along well from the start. So when you both found out you were in the squad, of course you celebrated. Then Eren walked over to you both.

"Hey, y/n, right?" That kind of hurt. Right? What's that supposed to mean.

You smiled anyways and replied, "Yup! That's me. You're Eren, correct?"

He smiled back at you and nodded his head. You then really got a closer look at him. Yeah, you'd see him all over the place, he's hard to to miss. But up close? You were able to take in his features.

His eyes were beautiful. His hair looked so soft, and he smelled good. He was taller than you. Visibly so. You were at eye level with his chest, and he looked so.. strong.

"Um, y/n, are you ok? You look a little red." You were blushing? How did you not realize?

You didn't respond because you were still too deep in thought. "Are you listening? Y/n?" That drew your attention. You wanted to hear him say your name again. It just rolled off of his tongue so perfectly, you wanted to listen to it all day.

"Y-yeah I'm fine!" You laughed scratching the back of your neck. "I just zoned out a bit is all."

You looked down, and then realized his hands. They looked bigger than your own, and you wanted to know how they would feel. Your hand in his, if his hands would be softer than they look or rough.

"Y/n are you listening?" You're head shot up to Sasha, and she had a knowing look in her eyes.

"Sorry, I think I feel a little sick, I'm going to go back up to my room. Good night everyone!" You waved at everyone, but lingered slightly on Eren.

Quickly running off to your room, you flopped down onto your bed. Images of Eren playing through your head, you shoved your face into your pillow.

Why do you feel this way? Eren is just Eren. Just another person, so why does he feel different?

While you were in your room, Eren, Connie, and Sasha were still talking together.

"What do you think that was about?" Connie asked, not directing it at anyone in particular.

Eren and Sasha both looked deep in thought, when Sasha finally answered, "She looked really blushy and out or it. Maybe she was really feeling sick?"

Her answer seemed to satisfy both of the boys, and so they left it at that. They talked for maybe another hour and went to their rooms, but Sasha headed to your room, as she always did.

She knocked, and without even waiting for your answer she walked in and jumped onto your bed. "Sasha what in the hell are you doing here right now." You groaned. She woke you up from a peaceful sleep that you wanted to last forever.

She laughed at your antics. It wasn't uncommon for her to wake you up, but tonight all you wanted was to sleep. "What was that about? Why were you all weird?" You knew she was going to bring it up, but yet you still hoped she wouldn't.

You didnt answer, hoping she would leave it alone, which you should've known better than to do. "Oh come on y/n, answer me." She started poking at your sides, causing you to start laughing, and loud.

"Sa- Sasha-" You were trying to speak without yelling and laughing. "Stop Sasha!" You manages to get out.

She stopped her relentless assault on you and said "Well then tell me! You have to-"

"Hey, can you guys quiet down? It's late." Armin said. You had almost forgotten that there were other people.

You and Sasha had looked down, with you getting out a small and quiet, "Yeah, sorry about that."

You glared at Sasha after Armin walked out. "That was your fault. Now will you please go to bed?" She nodded, a disappointed look in her eyes.

While she was at your door with her hand on the knob, she said "I'm going to know. You better tell me soon."

Right as she was halfway out the door you said "I don't even know what's going on."

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Weeks went on, and everything got even more jumbled and blurry. All you could think about was Eren. The way he looked when he was using his ODM gear. How no matter what anyone told him, he'd always go for his goal.

He looked like he always had something on his mind, and you wanted to ease that. Maybe with a simple hug, or words of encouragement that might sound special coming from you. Or how entwining your fingers together would make him smile.

You didn't even care about the fact that there was currently meat on the table, even with its rarity. You had realized how bad it had gotten. Eren was all you ever thought about at this point. And you were so lost in thought you had barely noticed when Jean and Eren started fighting. Barely.

You looked over and they were punching each other. What was it about this time? You walked over, and they were already out of energy, just slightly even tapping each other. And then there was Levi. He broke up their fight, and that's when you finally took your chance to talk to Eren. He paused and tried to argue with Levi, but you stopped him.

"Eren, it isn't worth it. Let it go." He looked shocked that you were speaking to him. And so did Mikasa and Armin.

But he pushed your arm off and walked away. You were shocked. And you looked away just quick enough to not see the slight blush on Eren's face.

At this point Sasha knew that you liked him. But you made her promise not to meddle with it or else you wouldn't let her have any of your food, even if you weren't going to eat it. She had reluctantly agreed.

You stayed in the hall, not wanting to go back to your room. Why? You didn't know. Well, you did, but didn't want to admit it. It was because you didn't see Eren go back upstairs.

You just needed to tell him. It would take a weight off you, especially since you all were risking your lives tomorrow. When he walked inside, he immediately took notice of you there. "Hey, um Eren!" You called out to him.

He started walking over to you a little faster, and within seconds he was standing in front of you. "What's up y/n?" He asked you.

"I need to talk to you." He looked confused. All he could think about was why him?

Hesitantly, he answered you "okay.. what is it?"

You were blushing. Hard. You knew that if you didn't say it now you never will. "I.. fuck I like you. And I know that sounds really cheesy but it's true."

You'd never seen Eren smile more. He was smiling.. because of you? "I never thought you'd feel the same.." he trailed off.

You smiled brightly at that, too. "Can I.. Can I hold your hand?" You were embarrassed, but Eren found it cute.

He held out his hand, and it was warm. So warm. Your hand fit perfectly in his, and it was better that you could have ever imagined it to be. Eren swore he would always aim to make you smile like this.

Maybe your soft wishes weren't so far fetched.

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ahh i didnt proof read this so im sorry if there are any mistakessss. if you made it this far, thank you for reading! ❤️

#eren aot #attack on titan #anime #aot #aot spoilers #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren x you #eren jaeger x you

[floating-in-limbo]

You're my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Tw: self h*rm, depression, angst.

GN!Reader x Hawks angst

A vent fic I wrote because I needed to do something to cope healthily. I might write a short second ending, but idk. I didn't beta read this, but I'll polish it tomorrow and post it to my AO3 as well. Much love.

BNHA writing blog @hawksmodelofficial

The room was dark except for the faint light shining from your phone's screen. It was some what quiet due to the sound of your fan whirring, keeping your room cool. All this was part of your typical nightly routine and wouldn't be concerning except for the fact that you felt suffocated. Again.

You're sitting on your bed, the air blasting you giving you one of the only physical sensations you can feel in this state. Staring ahead into the black room, you sit and listen to all the horrid thoughts running through your head.

You feel numb and would give anything to feel something other than this suffocating emptiness. You tried your usual coping mechanisms: watching videos that usually make you laugh, listening to your comfort bands, distracting yourself with any sort of pastime.

None of it is working though. None of it has been working for a while now. This numbness, emptiness, hollow feeling consuming your body grows every day. Some days you can manage to push past it, jump over the hurdles and clear the finish line. Not today.

The last option you can think of before doing something harmful is to reach out to someone. You've been isolating yourself, but you desperately want their help at the same time.

Looking at the phone resting in your hands, you pull up Keigo's contact. It had been a couple days since the last time you two talked. He's the #2 pro hero, so he's constantly busy, but always tries to make time for you.

Y/n: are you awake

You sent the message and watched it deliver. You only ask because it's currently 3:26am and most people are asleep at this time. He responds a minute later.

Dodo Brain: what's up?

You're staring at his message. On one hand you're relieved Keigo's awake but on the other, you can already feel the guilt eating away at you for bothering him.

Y/n: i need help

Y/n: i hurt

You typed out the messages with shaky hands. Your chest tightens and you feel sick. You hate asking for help. Why should you make other people suffer because you can't help yourself?

Dodo Brain: are you ok, kid? what's wrong are you hurt???

Looking at the clock, it really hits just how tired he must be and how much you're intruding on his personal time. You decide to call off your cry for help before you make it any worse for him.

Y/n: ah yeah nvm dont worry about it sorry to wake you

You toss your phone onto your pillow. Once again, you're sabotaging yourself but you don't care anymore. Getting up from your bed, you head to the bathroom to get bandages, and tissues. While doing this, you fail to notice your text notifications going off.

Dodo Brain: kid what are you talkin about

Dodo Brain: why arent you answering

Dodo Brain: please answer me you're making me worried

Dodo Brain: im heading over now

Once you have your supplies to clean up, you head back into your room and sit back on your bed. You grabbed your hidden blade on the way and now just contemplate your actions.

Craving to feel something, anything, even if its pain and regret, you'll take it. You chose where you want to cut and begin, pulling a long line across your skin. You hiss at the immediate sting. Blood already begins to bead.

You continue to do this, almost in a daze yet you feel tears suddenly well from your eyes and fall. It hurts. Not just what you're doing, but what lead you to this point.

Unbeknownst to you, Keigo immediately flew to your residence. He grabbed the spare key you gave him and unlock the front door. Its eerily quite except for the faint sobs he can hear as he navigates the dark residence.

After you were satisfied with your work, you just sit there letting the blood drip down your skin. You'll have to do laundry but that's the least of your worries. You lean your head back against the wall and cry. Soft whispers of "I'm sorry..." leave your lips.

Keigo finds your room, using your quite cries and soft words to navigate. He flips on the lights and gasps at the scene in front of him. You jolt your head forward, eyes wide and you scramble to hide yourself. Unfortunately that only makes you wince in pain and open the wounds further.

"We need to get you cleaned up. Dont move okay? You already have bandages so let me do the work." Keigo's words dont really reach you but you sit there anyway.

He moves towards you with conviction but the energy around him is scared, nervous even. Sure he's seen your old scars before but never this. He grabs the bandages and antiseptic, applying them to all the wounds.

Every now and then you wince, and he immediately spills apologies. Your head is hanging low, you can't bear to make eye contact with him. Once Keigo finishes cleaning you up, there is an awkward silence.

"I'm sorry..." is all you can croak out before your sobbing into your hands. Embarrassment floods your head. Regret. Resent. Why did he have to come? Why did he have to see this?

"Fuck, kid. Please don't apologize. You didn't answer my texts and I figured something was wrong. I just wish I got here sooner." You can hear the pain in his usually cheery voice.

"I didn't know what to do anymore! I'm sick of feeling like this! Im sick of hurting so much that I have to hurt myself to distract from everything else. It's not fucking fair..."

Keigo stands in front of you assessing the situation. He reaches out to touch you but you shrink away from him. "Please leave, Kei...please...I'm tired."

"So am I, y/n but if you think I'm leaving you alone like this, I'm pretty sure you're the dodo brain out of the two of us." You smile ever so slightly. Its broken and he can tell.

"Let's get some clean sheets on the bed first, ok? Then we're going to sleep and I'm not leaving you alone. Not when you're hurting like this. Can you move?" You shake your head no. Not only do you hurt, exhaustion set in.

"I'm gonna pick you up alright, kid?" You nod and that's all he needs. Gently, he wraps his arms around your frame and pulling you into his chest. Red feathers move throughout your room, pulling the bloodied sheets off and tossing them into your hamper.

"I'm gonna set you down so I can grab the spares. Promise me, you'll be okay until I get back."

"Kei, you're just going down the hall."

"Y/n." His voice is stern but still soft at the same time. "Look at me." You gaze up at him and see the broken expression on his face. You never noticed the pain he probably feels right now.

"Pinky promise you'll be okay for a couple minutes." He holds out his hand, sticking his pinky out for you to reciprocate. You slowly do the same and cross fingers. "I'll be right back."

He leaves your room and you can hear him grabbing stuff from the closet with spare bedding. You sit with your head hanging down, eyes closed, thinking of everything. Keigo comes back with am armful of bedding and you shakily stand so he can change the sheets completely.

"Let's go to bed, okay?. I'm taking tomorrow off and I'm staying with you until we figure this out.

"You dont need to do that. I'll be fine, really. I dont want to burden you..." You can feel the tears well up again and you begin to shake. "Y/n, please. I can't bear to see you like this. You're the sun I see in the sky when I fly and the moon when I rest at night."

You look at him with disbelief. "Let's go to bed and talk more in the morning okay?" You nod and he moves you to bed, pulling you close but still aware of where you're hurt. His wings come around on top of you, almost like he's shielding you.

Your eyes slowly dip close as he rubs circles on your hand with his thumb.

#kyle talks #kyle writes #bnha #takami keigo #keigo takami #bnha hawks #mha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #bnha reader insert #reader x hawks #hawks #hawks x reader #self harm #depression

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tog/khunbam fic rec

this is for @cannottranslate​ because you asked for it and i am grateful for the excuse to make a fic rec post

i expect this will be a long post so i’ll put it under read ↓ 

i’ll be leaving my own thoughts and comments under each fic (im sorry in advance for rambling too much)!! if you want the full summary and other info please click on the link provided lol

!!webtoon spoilers beware!!

♡ = one of my favourites

canon timeline

(these will be the ones that are set in the canon world and follow major plot events, even if there some changes in the details and relationships)

♡ deep sea blue by Feyren ♡

please read everything written by feyren!!!! lovely prose, wonderfully written khunbam emotional tension. khun braiding his beautiful hair accompanied by symbolism and perfectly crafted metaphor. bonus earrings.

♡ hollow moons by NoteInABottle ♡

please also read everything by noteinabottle!! equally lovely prose, wonderfully written khunbam emotional tension. khun wearing earrings and giving them to bam, accompanied by lots of symbolism and perfectly crafted metaphor. you could probably consider this a companion fic to feyren’s deep sea blue. both of these fics gave me a Thing for khun’s earrings (>_<;)``

take my hand (take my whole life too) by RadiantAshe

our dear ashe has written lots of great stuff but i think this is my favourite!! so much khunbam softness, very classic s3 vibes <33

Chestnuts at Nighttime by khunfounded (ongoing)

khun with a cat who loves him very much, and vice versa. that’s all the explanation you need. this fic overloads my heart with cute soft fluffy feelings!!! (bonus khun and bam dolls with little hands made of velcro so they can hold each other’s hands (ʘ‿ʘ✿) please i can’t take any more of this, somebody help my heart is gonna explode)

a thousand paths to you by LiannaAila

set during the time of khun’s coma. bam travels to a parallel universe and meets an alive and awake khun. this fic is exactly what it says it is and it’s so lovely <3

oh no he’s hot (and other earth-shattering revelations) by Bird_of_Dreams

tldr; bam being thirsty over khun

khun aguero agnis and his growing competency kink by chuuyaya

tldr; khun being thirsty over bam

motion by smokeandwaves (rated Explicit)

set during hell train, khunbam focused. this one is really popular in the fandom!! it’s well written, and if you consider smut a genre i would say this is the best one in the tog tag. lots of emotions, and a wonderful flow of feeling!! also it has a few sequel fics in the series, ‘obedience’ in particular being all about sub!khun,, which is,, (*ﾉωﾉ)

sometimes when i look into your eyes i pretend you're mine by agueros (minamis)

residents of the tower ship jue viole grace and khun aguero agnis and write fanfiction about them (i love these types of fics lmao)

From: Khun by AngrySheepProject  and To you who lies with my heart under the sea by Strawbellie666 (ongoing)

khun messaging bam’s pocket when he thought he was dead in s2

canon divergence + future canonverse

(future fics means it’s set in the future of the current canon, which at the nest arc rn)

♡ A World Without You by Breaking_Formation ♡

this one might be my favourite out of all of them. i know it says major character death but it happens in the beginning and there’s a promised happy ending so don’t worry!!! this one is a beautiful 20k word masterpiece.... seriously..... this fic is set after the nest arc, it has lots of Plot and plays around with the world and the lore of the Tower, so it’s already fascinating that way, but the real heart of the story is in the emotions!! if you love witnessing khun’s endless devotion to bam, this is the fic that shows you that devotion reflected right back at khun. it might bring you to tears :’)

♡ Our Hearts Are Made of Stars by Ruinous ♡ (ongoing)

out of the 5 or so other time travel au fics in the tog fandom, this one is definitely my favourite!! time travel aus are all super fun to read, but this one stood out to me especially because it hits all the right spots!! it’s written well and i love the level of foresight, and the emotions detailed into this, it really feels like the friendships and bonds are at the heart of this story and all the fighting stuff will turn out just fine, and everything will be ok :)

♡ enough by Feyren ♡

future fic, set in a cocktail party on the 87th floor. this is so well written!!!!! again, please just read everything written by feyren. the prose is wonderful and everything going on in this fic feels so well-crafted and carefully executed with just the right amount of subtlety in all the emotions. i think it’s gorgeous.

fire and ice by soundscape (ongoing)

set vaguely in the future. still ongoing, and the story feels like it’s just started, but very intriguing plot!! premise is people trying to separate khun from bam + the team trying to deal with shady fug plots

dig down deep by milkywxy (ongoing)

this one is a plotty one!! diverges from canon at the hidden floor arc. bam decides not to let rachel go with them. im super interested to see where this story goes!!

where the current leaves us by macrauchenia (ongoing)

this one is a Plotty one, still in the early stages of plot development but the premise is super interesting!! basically khun takes bam’s place in the bubble with rachel, during the administrator’s test on the 2nd floor. i’m excited to see where this story goes :D

special mentions for “bam climbs the tower” remix concept fics that you might like to check out (this is for you dango, since you said you like togverse canon divergence :D)

Moonlight by Shadow_to_rant (ongoing, khun meets bam in cave instead of rachel)

Timeless Existence by Jazebeth (Barrattiel) (ongoing, time travel au series)

Second Chance by Shadow_to_rant (ongoing, time travel au)

Never Let You Go by eternus (ongoing, time travel au)

Il Principe by euludey (ongoing, bam with different backstory/origins)

Night Never Falls by TripleTurtles (ongoing, au where rachel doesn’t succeed at pushing bam off the bubble on the 2nd floor)

Child of Arlene by MoodleNoodle (ongoing, bam is adopted by jahad before canon timeline)

au

♡ the king and his lionheart by chuuyaya ♡

khunbam royalty au with bam as king, khun as a genius war strategist. bonus pda in front of a whole courtroom. what more could you want?? this was soooo satisfying to read, i enjoyed it a lot :D (please also check out chuuyaya’s other fics if you like khunbam aus!!)

if there's anything in this life ive been waiting for (its you) by trueaguero (ongoing)

fascinating au where everyone is outside the tower and the tower is part of history. perhaps you could call this a “post-tower au” ?

if my heart was a house by The_Winged_Warrior

very cute magical fantasy au!! khun runs a potion shop and bam is an adventurer

aus are pretty self explanatory so i’ll put the rest in a list:

you are the magic in me by silverinerivers (ongoing, hogwarts au)

hope and legacy by chuuyaya (figure skating au)

♡ jump then fall (i'll catch you) by agueros (minamis) ♡ (figure skating au, consider it a prequel to ‘hope and legacy’, this is a beautiful 13k-word love letter to figure skating <3)

of social media and turtles by chuuyaya (celeb au with social media bits)

i am the last olympian by argenteas (percy jackson au)

who else is there to love but you? by khuns (college au, very soft pining!!)

Lucky coin by bothersomepotato (ongoing, college business majors au)

Greedy Turtles by Alien_ships (ongoing, on the surface it seems like just a pet shop au but there’s a lot of care and attention paid to the characters and relationship dynamics :D)

and i will come to you at every first snow by aguerobaam (khun is a magical doll in a toy store)

the heart heist by paused (ongoing, cyberpunk au)

khun special category

(it’s all about khun here)

♡ all the blue in the world won’t do, without you by NoteInABottle ♡ (ongoing)

multichapter fic set on khun eduan’s 111th floor!! if you’re too impatient to wait for the khun family arc, you should just read this fic. it’s still ongoing as of the time i made this post but it’s already looking to have all the elements i want out of a khun family arc. it’s written so so well too!! noteinabottle is one of my favourite tog authors :D

Brothers and sisters, I'm an atomic bomb by gleek_runner (ongoing series)

a wonderfully well written series of fics focusing on interactions between members of the khun family!!!! im just a sucker for the khun kids and im always starving for khun family content

He Wonders if He Still Breathes by Chocolatesandblood

khun and ran interactions!!

putting his resolve to the test. by soundscape

khun and hachuling interactions!!

Autumn Angel by XprincessxofxspadesX

khunbam meets maria and a series of complicated and fascinating interactions occurs. this was very nice to read ;w;

#trying to stop myself from regurgitating all of the fics on ao3 here #im holding back i swear #this is such a mortifyingly long post #i think i mightve went overboard #hope this is helpful #tog #khunbam #long post #mine #i'll come back and add to this occasionally maybe

[munku-collar]

If you are willing, do you think you could write a Mungoteazer facesitting fic or oneshot to distract you from your allergies?

i know exactly who asked this and only because it's you i'll drop a little somethin somethin here <3

this is unedited and i cant promise it's coherent im frazzled rn

Her breathing was shuddery, paws digging into the blankets on either side of his head. They'd only really just begun properly a few minutes ago, but she was undeniably wet, and turned on. Teazer trembled a little, rocked her hips down against the smooth, hot tongue slipping up and down her folds, against her clit, and inside. That clever tongue went in circles, fast then slow, lingered here and there, and damn did it feel good.

"Oh--That's it, love," she crooned, grinning a little as a spark of pleasure flashed up her body. She flexed her claws. "Make me feel good, Jer. Be a sweet boy for me."

Mungojerrie's paws were wrapped around her thighs desperately. His face, currently her seat, wasn't visible, but she didn't need to see his face to know what it looked like, how his brows would be twisted up with effort and lust. She could feel him squirm a bit beneath her at the encouragement, feel his sharp little exhale against her cunt. It never took many words to spark his enthusiasm, his desire to please. He'd always been a pleaser, ever since they met, and boy did he please. Mungo's mouth was good for many things: jokes, excuses, encouragements, kissing, but especially eating out.

He was hard, she knew, but she wouldn't touch him until he got her off. That was always the way it went. He liked it like that, liked when Rumpleteazer told him what to do and how to do it. And his patience was always well rewarded with the smooth, hot channel of her pussy wrapped around his cock, with her touching him all over, making him feel loved and cherished and good. Everlasting, he was looking forward to that.

But this was good too, having her above him, tasting her on his tongue. She was always warm and wet for him, never had trouble getting in the mood when he asked for it. Most of the time he didn't even have to ask; She'd pull him aside, press her ass against his crotch, and his fumbling paws would find her hips, and it never ended there. They got handsy a lot. Anytime and anywhere was fair game, and that's what made it really exciting.

Just the memory of it made him double his efforts, savor each pass of his tongue against her lips. His face was wet with it already. He itched to palm himself, to get some pressure against his aching cock, stroke up and down his shaft just quick enough to take the edge of arousal off, but he knew better. She wouldn't be mad if he did, but she was always proud at his self restraint, and sometimes her praise meant a little more to him than an orgasm.

He pulled his queen a little more firmly against him instead, slipped a finger deep into her and was rewarded with a genuine moan as he started up a rhythm. It was high, a little breathless, and music to his ears. He'd clearly taken her off guard with it.

"There--right there!" she gasped, and Mungo, ever obedient, repeated his motions enthusiastically, licked with fervor and put his long fingers to work.

She could last a long time usually. Certainly longer than him(but could he be blamed? His partner was Teazer, and Teazer was insanely hot. He loved her so much.) They'd sit here like this sometimes in the secret little den they'd claimed, or sometimes even some poor stranger's house, if they were out doing a bit of thieving. They'd be here with her riding his face for what felt like hours, calling him all sorts of pretty names, controlling the tempo, her mewls and moans getting louder and louder until eventually she'd crash over the edge, ride the orgasm out grinding down against him. Fuck, it was heavenly.

He could envision it now, and knew she was thinking about it too, could tell in the way her breath was a little more uneven, the way her hips bucked involuntarily as he started fingering her in time with his licks. It was starting to build, he could tell, because her tone changed a little. He thought he could hear her claws drag a little tear in the blankets: a reflex against the sweet torture of it all, as much as her thighs pressing closed a little tighter on either side of his head. Boy, that made him feel good. He felt hot and desperate, almost as much as she was really.

He liked doing good work. It did it for him every time, knowing how good he made her feel, that he was making her happy. She was always so damn sweet to him, even if she had a habit of teasing, sometimes leaving him without an orgasm entirely, or making him hold off until she was good and ready. She knew how to press his buttons, giggled at him even when he could hardly take it anymore. Everlasting, he liked it when he played with her. Teazer really did live up to her name. But she never passed his limits, never made him feel uncomfortable. He loved her for it.

One of her paws slipped up to grasp just behind his right ear, tugged on his fur, and he let out a whine, sucked out of the reverie of his imagination and brought back to the impossibly real fantasy which he had the pleasure of living out now, and often. Her paw just tightened in his fur more when he whined, and it send chills down his spine, had his tail flicking back and forth desperately, thumping against the blankets.

"Good boy," Rumpleteazer sighed, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of him fucking her with his fingers, and the sound of him whimpering beneath her.

Mungojerrie always made the most delicious sounds. Whenever she was riding him, he could hardly keep his trap shut. Not that she wanted him to. She liked the way he called her name, fell apart for her and only her. She'd been smitten with him the moment they met, and he was all hers.

Oh, that felt good. His licking became that much more insistent, a little wild, sending pleasure rolling through her. She could feel the tension rise, knit her brows at the sensation.

"Such a good boy, my sweetheart, my handsome tom, my--my Jerrie..."

It wouldn't be long until she'd cum, moan high and pretty for him, and he'd lick and kiss her all over, and then the fun would continue. She wanted him tonight, really bad, and she'd make sure that her tom would be satisfied, stupid faced, and sweet as cream by the time she was done with him.

#mungoteazer #mungojerrie #rumpleteazer #asks #my shit #not that it needs a reminder but theyre not related in my canon #H #also just a warning to everyone this does not mean i take requests or smth #i make the content i want #cats the musical #cats 1998

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Yurtle's 2021 Writing Projects

COSMIC: Will Byers x Reader - MALE READER + NON BINARY READER VERSIONS -> plot, dialogue, and love interest will remain the same, but I will finally be fulfilling a promise I made after far too long of making two more copies of this series that will allow readers of he/him pronouns to hopefully feel more represented, as well as readers who prefer they/them pronouns. You deserve an escape just as much as anyone else and im truly sorry its taken me this long. These versions are already in development as I type this out. This will include all seasons, and is something I am working out for Scars That Heal, and all my other stories as well.

AN UNFORTUNATE REWRITE: ASOUE x Reader - Love Interest Change -> Previously Klaus Baudelaire x Reader will now be a Violet Baudelaire x Reader. I asked you guys about this a while ago and I was met with a lot of enthusiasm. And honestly I'm getting worried about my lack of enthusiasm for this series and I don't want to give up on it, not when I've barely given the series a try. And truthfully, exploring Violet as an LI intrigues me more than Klaus. And the deciding factor in all this was Klaus Baudelaire has a small handful of x readers available whereas Violet doesn't have any. Not that I've found. I'm very sorry if this upsets you, but this is a decision I've thought a lot about for months actually and I think it will help get me through to the next season which is where Reader's backstory really starts to kick in. Thank you guys for understanding and I'd be more than happy to talk about it with you guys more if you'd like 💞

I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER: IANOWT x Reader -> okay. So this one has really been eating at me all year. I wanna write this one SO BAD. but I just... don't have any ideas. So, if you don't mind, I'd love to brainstorm with you guys if any of you have time. I really really want to make it a Syd x Reader or a Dina x Reader. I love both with all my heart. Don't get me wrong, I love Stanley Barber with all I am, but I just. I can't do a rewrite with him. I'm sorry. All I've got so far for ideas is Syd being in love with Dina as it is in the show and Reader being in love with Syd. I'm thinking Reader has a little brother or sister that is Goob's age that is best friends with Goob, and that this is how Syd and Reader know one another but everything I try to go over the plot in my head I can't find a way to bring them together? I really thought I'd get more ideas with even a hint of what they had planned for season 2 but 😤😡 yeah. Now I have to smush it all together and wrap it up in a bow, or at least I feel pressured to. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, those are my only solid ideas, and I am ALWAYS open to literally whatever ideas you have and more than happy to hear them, whether they're half baked ideas that came to you from some random shit post or some fully fleshed out power point presentation 😂 all my ideas are one or the other anyway, no in between lol. Point is, help is always appreciated as I do NOT want to give up on this beautiful, well crafted story and its wonderful characters 🥰💞

THE STOLEN UMBRELLA: Diego Hargreeves x Reader -> As I've mentioned before, season one has left the planning stage and is now currently ready to be written. All I need to do is finish planning season 2. Currently, I am on episode 3, The Swedish Job. There's not much I can tell you about this series that I haven't already shared but I can say what makes this rewrite an AU [if it wasn't already clear]; Vanya Hargreeves was never lied to and grew up as the seventh Umbrella Academy member. And yet, her siblings have still shut her out leaving them all with the same dynamic from the show... This book will feature my very first OC! I will explain more later, but the "faceclaim" is none other than the talented Ewan McGregor. I am very much excited for you guys to meet G.R.E.G.O.R.Y. 😇

And finally...

[working title] Not What You Expected: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader -> This was the big one. For me at least. Doing a Harry Potter rewrite is a big commitment but I honestly just snapped when I didn't see any Hermione x Readers. My goal, the whole vibe im gonna shoot for is wholesome 90s wlw [witches loving witches lol I'm sorry I couldn't resist]. Reader would be adopted by Hagrid as an infant and will have been raised on the grounds by Hagrid cause I'm sorry but he's just SUCH A mum DAD. Another little twist? Veela are supposed to be strictly blonde with "moon bright skin" well since id be the author id say FUCK THAT and bend canon and say anyone of any ethnicity can be Veela, cause yall are beautiful in all shapes, sizes and colors 😍 so basically Reader will be half Veela and just casually charm the pants off of everybody with her veela magic ESPECIALLY Hermione 😉😊. Like im sorry can you just imagine Reader all covered in dirt from helping her dad on the grounds and seeing Hermione and Hermione just 😳 *gay gulp* and then reader opening her mouth an then greeting her with the heavy west country accent and oh no Hermione didn't realize how pretty girls were and for heavens sake, surely this girl knew she had a bowtruckle on her shoulder clinging to her ear and wait. She's ALSO memorized all of Hogwarts a History and- oh no... Like, im sorry but I have NO self control and I just have to write this. Bonus, Harry Potter may or may not but definitely will be Reader's Designated Himbo Friend™ and yes this is what I was asking you guys on your input for earlier. I totally understand and respect putting reader in Gryffindor and Slytherin, both are wonderful choices for story paths for reader. But im gonna do my best to bring as much representation to the table as I can and use the most underrepresented house cause everyone deserves to feel represented as much as they possibly can ☺ i sincerely hope you guys are as excited for this as I am, please let me know what you think about this one as I was pretty nervous to share this idea with you guys. [EDIT: I have a title!! MUDBLOODS & HALF-BREEDS !!]

Thank you guys so much for reading, I know I word vomit a lot 😄 I do promise you my current WIPs have not been neglected and I actually have been working on them a fairly equal amount. Scars That Heal has actually been written for a while but needs to be tied up and I need to find a satisfying way to wrap up the chapter. But anyways, I hope you guys are as excited about these announcements as I am and I can't wait to share them with you! Love you all! 🥰

💕💕💕 - Yurtle

#announcement #cosmic #cosmic 1 #cosmic 2 #cosmic 3 #cosmic 2.0 #an unfortunate rewrite #tsu ☂️ #ianilwh #hermione x fem!reader #hp reader insert #hp rewrite #nwye #sth🎈 #yurtle 2021

[vultures-and-scavengers]

tag game

I was tagged by @fancyfade and finally was able to sit down and do this

rules: tag some people you want to get to know better/catch up with if you want to idk and then answer these questions

last song: i had to go back and look at spotify, and the last song i was listening to was Crimson Blaze by 2WEI

last movie: chicken run, i believe. its been a little bit since i sat down and watched a whole movie

currently reading: harrow the ninth! i loved the first book, and im on the second. the writing style makes me feel like i need like two-three brain cells to guess what’s really going on, but then the author twists everything together and its so satisfying to read everything coming together.

currently watching: the repair shop, on netflix. its just Good and Heartwarming and makes me cry because i’m a sympathetic crier and there’s people getting old heirlooms with deep family memories repaired and its just Good.

currently craving: some soup. something with lots of meat and potatoes. my friend has given me permission to text her and use her kitchen since my dorm room does not have a kitchen, so i might make some later this week.

working on anything right now?: not really. i have my tarot WIPs, and a bunch of drawings i want to do to practice poses, but tbh, what im really in the middle of is clearing out this tin of cookies that i got from costco

playing: i WOULD be playing the new DLC for borderlands 3, but my friend and i promised each other we’d wait until we could play it together, and he’s out of wifi range for possibly the next two weeks to a month. otherwise, i might keep leveling my Moze, and I might begin a playthrough with fl4k. maybe get back into shadowrun or outer worlds, too

tagging @relentless-endurance @gracelingdesolate @eivor-wolfkissed @ct-hardcase and whoever else wants to!

#tag games

[yfere]

as much as i think caleb was very courteous and giving during his convo with fjord, i’m troubled by something. so to start, he ambushed fjord in his room, made a smart remark about him getting a lock, and started to interrogate him. it’s already a huge violation on caleb’s part, and fjord clams up immediately. but caleb doesn’t let up, is not satisfied with fjords (vague but true) answer, and it seems less about “you can tell me bc it can’t be worse than Me” and more “i don’t believe you BUT”-

ugh ran outta space thanks tömblr. what i was saying was, it seemed like caleb was trying to say “i think you’re lying, and i can’t trust you”, BUT, he’s not inept enough to say that to fjords face, it would get him dragged out of there. so he put fjord in the hot seat, and then only lets him out of it with the promise to Later share whatever personal details caleb thinks he’s still hiding. (oh my god this is longer than i thought im Trying to organize my thoughts i’m sorry) (2/3)

it’s put forward as being a concession, but it’s still forcing more out of fjord than he wants to share in return for info on caleb he didn’t ask for but can’t politely refuse without looking suspicious in Caleb’s eyes. so, it doesn’t feel like caleb giving fjord space to retreat as a Friend as much as it does caleb having forced fjord into a conversation, and then into a corner where he has to promise to exchange personal info in order to leave the current talk. does this make sense?  (3/3)

*wakes up* buh??? how did it get so late??????????? This is going to be a very, very long response, so I’ll put a cut here.

Thank you for sending this in! I appreciate the time you’ve taken to write these asks. If I may–this is why I don’t always do so well with internet conversations, but what I’m going to try to do is restate what you’ve written here and respond to it. So if there are gaps in my understanding of what you’re saying, hopefully it should be evident in my summary, and if you feel the need to follow up to correct how I’m understanding you we’ll be able to do that.

So what I hear is essentially this:

Caleb was violating Fjord’s privacy in a Very Not Cool way during their conversation.

He doesn’t trust Fjord, and his offer to share personal details was (purely?) strategic, designed to force Fjord to share more than he wanted to. What seemed like kind words and concessions were only to soften what was at core an interrogation

He (only?) backed off because he’d already achieved his Conversational End Goal of at the very least extracting a promise from Fjord to share personal details sort of against his will.

Now, this is a compelling interpretation in its way, and I can understand why people would think this–but it’s not an opinion that I share, and it’s one that I’m a little tired and unhappy when I read. Part of that disagreement is something that I’m very aware is just an opinion of mine, about the boundaries of privacy and consent, and the other is me believing that interpretations like this don’t adequately account for Caleb’s very sincere, very deep well of caring for and trust in his friends.

So, one thing at a time.

Was Caleb violating Fjord’s privacy? Beyond that, should he have? There’s no denying that Fjord felt like boundaries had been crossed–he makes the comment about locks (and this is a very minor thing, but I don’t think Caleb’s response was “smart” so much as just….well, Caleb reflexively offers to help everyone with everything. It’s sort of his thing, and being in Fjord’s room was actually allowing Fjord to have a private conversation so Fjord wouldn’t feel as exposed), he says he feels “on his heels” during the conversation, and towards the end he actually feels like he needs to plea for some space, that he would feel more like “something was taken” if Caleb forced him to speak now, instead of allowing him to think and tell him on his own terms. He also said he “appreciated” what Caleb was trying to do, acknowledging himself that there may be some necessity to it.

So sure, Caleb was being aggressive in his questioning, he was not allowing Fjord a conversational out where some others (like Jester earlier in the episode) might have given it to him. But Fjord has already been given months of this allowance and respect of privacy, and in Fjord’s own words the only alternative that completely respects Fjord’s own desires is to allow Fjord to never say anything about himself, ever. “If I had my way, none of you would ever know anything about who I was before,” he says. And I don’t think allowing Fjord to stay silent forever should actually be the course of action. Based on what Caleb already knows, Fjord’s silence and deception is possibly dangerous to the party, certainly looks like it’s dangerous to Fjord himself, with Mr. “I’m going to be Very Cagey about Uk’otoa killing me in my dreams, I’m not going to acknowledge that my powers may vanish when Caleb asks me on the Ball-Eater, mum’s the word until I drown in my sleep and who knows what the deal is with my voice that seems to crop up when I’m in these dangerous circumstances.” Others may have a different opinion than me on what Caleb should have done, though. Perhaps something would have happened that would have prompted Fjord to open up himself to someone about his past and his feelings on it without being pressured. Do we trust that would be the case, if this were a real situation and not a story? I don’t know.

Second, Caleb’s trust. Now, Caleb is clear that he doesn’t trust he knows who Fjord is, but I think he’s also clear that it isn’t Fjord himself that he distrusts. What Fjord says about his past he takes at face value, and, he cares about Fjord. I believe Caleb when he says “that’s accurate” and “we are friends.” I believe him when he’s absolutely dismissive at the thought of Fjord being run off–which seems to him like the most likely reason Fjord wouldn’t share, because it’s the reason why Caleb didn’t share, and Caleb sees a lot of himself in Fjord and can’t help but fill in the blanks that way when Fjord gives him nothing else to go on. So Caleb’s main concern is, if Fjord’s past is like his, and there is something dangerous nipping at his heels, he wants Fjord to admit it, so that Caleb and the rest of the group are prepared and can help him out when that trouble arises. He explains that’s why he confessed to the group, and also why he wants to know what’s at his back. When Fjord tells him a little more, Caleb revises, saying something like “Is your past like mine and dangerous, or is it simply painful and you want to put it behind you?” Fjord doesn’t answer affirmative to the latter, but based on how Caleb has treated Yasha I think Caleb would leave him alone if Fjord were to do so, and say it’s just pain, pain that Caleb isn’t welcome to. I also think, when Caleb says things highlighting their similarity, “I have had those same thoughts,” and so on–that’s coming from a genuine place. It’s both what Caleb believes, and his desire to comfort Fjord is a real one. The same goes for Caleb’s offering of an exchange, it’s an offer if it would make Fjord feel more comfortable, if Fjord himself needs to make a “better trade.” Ultimately, I think just because Caleb’s care has the potential to get him what he wants, just because Caleb may be conscious that his care may make it easier to get what he wants does not at all mean that Caleb’s care is not real.

Lastly, Fjord himself is the one who volunteered to give Caleb more information at a later date. Yes, Caleb gave him the space to retreat when he asked for it, with a “that’s fair,” and Caleb, who is very concerned with justice as a person, probably means that very literally–he thinks it right and just to give Fjord that space. But I think it’s worthwhile to point out that Caleb wasn’t actually demanding all the promises that Fjord was throwing his way, and I think it’s giving Caleb a little too much credit to believe that he’d masterfully manipulated every such promise out of the man. Because Fjord feels threatened doesn’t mean Caleb was threatening him. Caleb is not Fjord’s psychologist, he doesn’t actually know what his reaction will be to every little thing. But he will hold Fjord up to a promise that he has made, because that’s the kind of person Caleb is.

Anyway–I’m not sure how clear any of this is, I’m still very tired. Perhaps I’ll return to this later.

#+10 for sweet anons #cr spoilers #critical role #caleb widogast #fjord #idk I'm still thinking about this #I wish...there was more kindness in how people interpret Caleb's actions

[easy-ambitions]

My most used writing supplies with swatches:

Pens and sharpies:

The Pentel Energel is one of the best writing experiences I've ever had with a pen! Its super smooth and nice to write with. I bought a three pack of these at Barn and Nobels, but I don't remeber the cost.

The Frixion pens are a good writing experiance as well. They aren't as smooth, but have a nice feel. The eraser works great and the click is satisfying and I would recomend these for something like notetaking where you might need to erase. I was gifted these, but you can buy them online (http://pilotpen.us/brands/frixion/frixion-ball-clicker/) they are on the expensive end for pens, but its not too rare to find them on sale in store or on Amazon.

I love the metallic sharpies! They don't bleed like normal sharpies and feel good to write with. The writing of the diffrent colours is completely diffrent because the colours have very diffrent formulas. The silver comes out thicker, the green ghosts while the others don't and the bronze smells a little odd. I got these at a local drug store on sale for 4 dollars. However they are normally around $8 (Sharpie Metallic Permanent Markers, Fine Point, Assorted Colors, 6-Count Permanent Marker (2029678) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DPLQJVN/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_7TXBDb91P75EX)

The Tul medium is one I found in my house and never remebered buying. It is an adorable pen and writes amazingly and very smoothly. If you know anything about this brand please tell me!

The studio one pens are ones I got from an inking set when I was much younger. I don't know where the rest are, but these are very nice pens that I appreciate.

The bic intensity fineliners were at my local Fred Myers for $6 today and I picked them up. They are wonderful to write with and I would totally picking them up, espically if you find them on sale like I did. They make larger sets and sell smaller colour sets, but this collection was good for me, espically at the price. The red and green seem to have a diffrent formula and are more runny. (BIC Color Collection by Intensity Fineliner https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0793KHKTR/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_XUXBDb7G3S48F)

Brush Pens

I use the crayola Singature brush pens that were fairly recently released. One end is a brush pen and the other is a detail marker. The brush and detail are not the same colour, which can be a good thing or a bad thing. I got the decorative tin box of them. They are normally about $13, but I got them on sale for closer to $8 on Amazon. (And that sale is still going on when I post this!) I do have some issues with them. They write really well out of box, but I have found that my red and black have already started to become less pigmented. I tried storing them brush tip down to see if that would help, but it did not. The labels of the colours on the pen also rub off very easily and to label the colours in my swatches I had to look at the swatches already in my bullet journal. However, if you are not using these constantly and or are a beginner they are really easy to work with and feel good. They ghost on thinner paper, but don't bleed and they didn't ghost on my thicker journal paper. In addition they come in a beautiful range of colours. (Crayola Brush Markers, Dual-Tip with Ultra Fine Marker, 32 Colors, 16Count https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0722YLZTY/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_3LWBDbZQ0FS51)

Markers

Super tips

I use crayola supertips for colouring and fake calligraphy. These are very fun to play with and come in an amazing range of colours. I got lucky and found this 50 pack on sale at Fred Myers for $5. I have heard of these being used for faking calligraphy for a while and I decided to pick them up to try and I've been having a lot of fun with it! I would 100% recomend picking them up if you get the chance. They are afordable even at full price (plus you totally don't need a 50 pack, but this was about the same price as the 20 pack at the store.) I didn't label the colours on the swatches because they aren't labeled on the markers and I had tried to match the colours to the back of the box but that was too hard and I gave up. Anyways they are currently on sale for $7 on Amazon (Crayola Super Tips Washable Markers 50 Count https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00004UFOO/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_Y6WBDbZJWSPGV)

Crayola Silly Scents

These are very similar to the Crayola Supertips both in shape and formula. However, the cone comes to less of a sharp tip, which makes fake calligraphy slightly harder to do with these. The smells are enjoyable and fairly long lasting on the page. It fades, but it lasts strongly even after it drys and will be there very faintly for even longer. The markers themselves don't lose the smell either. These are really fun for colouring with and even when the scents get mixed together it doesnt get overwhelming or gross, which I find pretty common with most other scented products. I was unable to find the smaller markers on amazon, but Im sure they still exist if you dig slightly harder than me. However I did find the wide ones. These are more expensive than the normal markers, at $7.78, but still adorable. (Crayola Silly Scents Scented Markers, 12Count https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0727KVNGV/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_wfXBDb2B2NM65)

Crayola erasable coloured pencils

As you can tell I really love Crayola and these coloured pencils are no exception. These come out lighter than other coloured pencils, but I kind of like that. The lead is also softer than creates a diffrent writing experiance. They erase about the same as a regular pencil. I admitiedly dont need the erasing aspect of it very often, but its a cool thing to have. I have the 10 count for $4.20, but they have 24 and 50 counts as well. (Crayola Erasable Colored Pencils, 10 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B002IXJYNQ/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_ioXBDbPNCYWM6)

Highlighters

Sharpie

I love these! Both on pen and pencil most colours don't smear as the smear guard label on it promises. The yellow does minorly smear on top of pencil as you can tell though. However it's much better than many other highlighters. These also have these windows so you can actually see what you are highlighting while using it. The window doesn't affect the ink flow through the highlighter and they are very bright and highly pigmented. The tip also allows for both thin underlines and thick underlines. I like it much better than traditional chisel tips. I couldn't find the exact colour selection I got at Wallgreens nor do I remeber what I payed, but this three pack on amazon is $4 (which is a bit expensive, but they are wonderful) (Sharpie Clear View Highlighter Stick, Assorted, 3/Pack (1950748) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B019PGLR9M/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_dDXBDbKVQRF2V)

Frixion erasable highlighters

These are alright. I use them sometimes, but unlike everything else on this page I wouldn't recomend them for most people. They should not be used on top of pencil because erasing off top of pencil is pretty much imposible. Erasing off top of pen is ussually okay and erasing off top of print is fairly good. Oddly enough the yellow also smears while the other colours do not once again. I would only recomend these if you are highlighting on top of text that you own. It leaves small traces even on top of text so I would not recomened it for barrowed items. They are also fairly pricy for highlighters. (At $9.24 for 3, I got them on sale for $5 and I woipd only recomend it if you are able to get them at that price or lower.) Hopefully Poilt will make a better formula and I will be able to change my mind. However, if you just want these for on top of text and the ability to erase highlights is important for you these work well enough and have very nice colours.

(Pilot FriXion Light Pastel Collection Erasable Highlighters Chisel Tip 3-pk) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0102OODZ6/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_YRXBDbMXD61ME)

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[7wanderingpaws]

9. Surprises. (Another Life)

Genre: magic / soulamte AU

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Word Count: 5.9K

Song: Ariana Grande - Thinking Bout You

Synopsis: You are more than happy in relationship with Jackson Wang, the hard-working and successful fencer representing Hong Kong. So what happens when you visit a local witch wanting to know more about your future as a couple? Because you always knew he was the right one for you. Even in another life. But would he really be the one?

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(( Finally, the promised chapter! Im sorry it didnt go up on time. Its quite long so prepare yourselves and enjoy it. Thank you for reading <3 ))

- - - Surprises - - -

“I can’t because I need to focus on my career at the moment,” he added quickly when he saw your beautiful smile slowly fade. “I’m so busy I would never have proper time to spend with you...”

Hong Kong, 2017

If anyone would have told you that you would land the job, you would probably laugh at them. Nobody ever would have given you a good enough reason.

But you did.

And now you were satisfied.

Working for big companies as an accountant maybe wasn’t that special for everyone but for you it was just okay. You could manage and at least people treated you with higher importance. Furthermore, Sara was now gaining lots of followers because of her life style blog in Hong Kong and since she made a business out of her passion, you were also in charge of her tiny financial department. 

Also, you would sometimes (always) follow her around the city to make instragram-worthy pictures, eat fancy food (that you truly couldn’t afford), talk to people (that you would normally never stop to talk).

On the bright side though, you were almost always packed with work load. There were mountains of invoices, confirmations and documents that had to be briefed, that you literally had a headache every morning when you saw your table in the office.

It was good. Once you started to work yourself through the papers, you would forget about many things. For example, you would forget that you had to meet your parents today, you would forget that Martin was lurking around you with a threat of a proposal, you would forget about the dreadful meetings you would have to sit through later today, forget about the sneaky boss who would touch you whenever he had a chance, forget about the stupid, stupid and ever more stupid dreams you kept having that were making you cry even more than ever before, forget about throwing up. And… And… Forget about Jackson Wang. For a little second at least. Please. Dear heavens, make him disappear.

“You know it’s scientifically impossible,” chirped in Sara as she threw herself on the sofa in your tiny apartment. You still lived in the shabby flat but you were emotionally attached to it. And no money to move. Yet.

“Sara,” you sighed, scratching your head as you were sitting over another invoice. You saw too many zeroes on it. “Not now, please. I beg you.”

Sara thought about your plea for a moment before she decided to shrug her shoulders as if nothing happened. “I know, Y/N, I know but why don’t you at least answer his calls? And messages? We both know he doesn’t have much time for typing away since he is as busy as a 24/7 schedule can be, but your phone does ring a lot.”

“Well, frankly, I don’t have all the time to be on my phone. I actually have to make money with brains in order to survive.”

“Oh damn, look at you, you tough cookie,” Sara laughed out loud. “Today I planned to go to the Kowloon peak-”

“I really can’t make it today, Sara, I’m sorry,” you said, genuinely meaning it as you looked into her fair eyes. She looked so pretty you sometimes were worried you looked too bad standing next to her. She found herself a local Hong Konger (William was a cool guy, you liked him) who was working in the sports business. “I have so much and I have to rush back to the office. I think I can focus there the most.”

“But-but you already work your ass off so much. Why don’t you leave the shitty work place and the sneaky bastard boss and just come to my little firm? I can pay you enough, I promise,” said Sara pleadingly.

She had been talking about this for quite some while now. Sara did get enough money for her to afford to hire you. But the problem was that you needed some sense of work stereotype, so you wouldn’t lose your mind.

“I love my work,” you blurted out and snorted right away.

Sara laughed loudly, pointing at you with her index finger in the process. “Ah, dear, I love you so much. You are so funny.”

You shrugged your shoulders, smiling. “And I love you, Sarita.”

Sara sighed and you both fell into a peaceful silence. The clock on the kitchen wall was ticking away the time that you should be spending on calculating through confirmations but you were there, sitting and smiling.

“Martin confessed,” you said silently as you folded your arms on your chest.

Sara sat up properly, her eyes wide with surprise. “What?” she leaned her elbows on her knees. “Oh my god, do you think he is going to propose?”

“It seems like it,” you muttered, somehow not that excited about the thought. “He said many lovely things and he is a true gentleman-”

“But?”

“But,” you sighed, turning around in your chair. “I don’t think it is possible.”

“Of course it isn’t possible!” exclaimed Sara, throwing her hands in the air and stood up. “You guys are not meant to be, for Christ’s sake.” Her slender figure was walking up and down your small room. It seemed like she was thinking rather intently before her blue eyes snapped to your stiff figure. “Don’t take me wrong, Y/N, he is a great guy and before Jackson appeared I really wanted to hit you two up. But it is not possible anymore.”

Gulping, you nodded. “Yes, I totally agree. Maybe I can just be in a relationship with him like till now and in case he would insist, I would just break up with him and be single forever.”

“Jackson is such a-”

“-asshole-”

“-gorgeous man.”

You glared at your friend.

“How thoughtful of him that he wouldn’t want you to wait for him-”

“Because he doesn’t love me!” you flared up, your heart racing up on the Everest.

“He does love you and if everything he is doing is not a good enough proof, than you have to open your goddamn eyes, Y/N!”

That shut you up pretty quickly. Sara’s words were mingling in your mind, combining, mixing, adding up… Nope. He didn’t love you.

“I can see the doubt all over your face, dear,” sighed Sara as she walked to you and gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “He has been writing you ever since 2016 when you guys finally met. Even when he had a new phone number he would let you know. He always makes sure you are good and healthy and if he is in the city, he comes to visit.”

“What are you trying to prove right now?” you asked, dumbfounded. “Because I am suffering without him.”

“And he is suffering without you.”

“He is not,” you said quietly, gritting your teeth. “Sara.” You stood up to face her. “It is because of him in the first place that all of us had to relive our lives just so he could chase his dreams. He was not happy enough, not thankful enough before while I was the happiest in the previous life. I was a doctor, I had a loving family and him beside me since we were freaking fifteen. Yesterday, I had a flashback how he-” your voice broke at the thought.

Sara waited patiently, her eyebrows slowly rising. “How he what?”

You looked her in the eyes but you couldn’t speak.

Phuket, Thailand, 2017

“This place is gorgeous,” you breathed as you stared out of the window of the resort you were currently residing in. There were barely any tourists around this time not to mention the resort and the island itself was quite the little Thai secret.

Jackson who was unpacking from your suitcases smiled fondly at your back. “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart.”

Was the sea covered in diamonds? It was sparkling and glistening from the reflection of the blazing sun that was about to set right in front of your eyes.

“How on earth did you even find this place?” you asked, genuinely curious as you turned to help him out. You grabbed your flowery summer dresses and hang them neatly in the massive wardrobe. 

“That will have to stay a secret,” answered Jackson, smiling cheekily.

“Ah, really? Are you gonna play this game now?”

He shrugged. “I have good contacts and quite a few medals by now. I can weave my way through anything.”

You laughed out loud, not wanting to continue this conversation. “Okay, dear.”

Jackson stopped and pouted at you. “Are you already giving up on me? Why don’t you bother more?”

You looked at him, confused. “Why? Maybe it’s better to keep it a secret. It has a lovely magic to it,” you winked at his puppy face.

He didn’t answer. However when you were about to reach into his suitcase for his pants to place them into the wardrobe, he swiftly snatched them away, trying to look maximally nonchalant as he placed them safely into the wardrobe, hoping you wouldn’t become suspicious.

“I can’t wait to be in that pool,” you hummed contently as you were folding his shirts. “It looks absolutely lush.”

“You will go into that pool under my supervision only,” said Jackson and took one of your clothes. “I cannot have anything happening to you.”

You giggled. “It’s about time I learn to swim.”

Jackson stopped, taken aback by your sudden wish. “Really? Is that what you want?”

“So I won’t drown.”

“Obviously,” Jackson snickered. “I can teach you.”

“I know you can,” you said, not looking his way. “But I will go with that trainer I saw in the lobby.”

Jackson’s smile changed into a confused expression and then into a dissatisfied scowl. “That handsome trainer?”

“I didn’t say he was handsome,” you winked at him, placing the last pieces of clothing onto the shelves. You turned to his tense posture. “You said it. But I agree,” you patted his cheek.

He frowned down at you. “Really, Y/N? Are you gonna play this game?”

“Aren’t we all about games?”

He groaned loudly turning away from you making you laugh hard. 

“You know I love you, babyyy!” you wailed, still laughing.

—

It had been two days in the wonderland and as expected you didn’t even dare to enter the attractive pool that was overlooking the entire bay. You would sit on the pool’s edge, soaking your feet while Jackson was swimming and working out to not fall out of his training routine.

Sometimes he would stop by your legs, push himself up to steal a kiss with a massive grin and then go back underwater.

There were a few more tourists visiting at the resort and you still barely saw them; this way you had the pool all to yourselves only.

“Hey, Jackson,” you said as he was on the other side just turning for another lap. He stopped, looking up at you in question. “I want to go in.”

He blinked a few times before he smiled happily and swam to you to hold you tight. “And what about the swimming part?” he asked once he ghosted his cold fingers over your thighs, making you shiver. You held onto his arms as you slid your butt down into the cold water. You yelped silently, momentarily dizzy.

“Maybe another time,” you whispered, your warm body now refreshed. You felt his arms tightly around your waist until he grabbed your legs underwater and put them around his waist. You held onto his neck for dear life.

“And here I thought you would join me for my morning training,” pouted Jackson looking at your freckly face.

You smiled at him and looked behind his back at the breathtaking scenery. “I did join you for all of your trainings so far.”

“But you know what I meaaaan,” he whined, squeezing your thighs.

You laughed loudly, hugging him. “Stay still, honey, I want to rest now.”

For your big surprise, he did stop moving around, stilling, not moving an inch.

“You can breathe though,” you remarked and he inhaled sharply, exaggerating every move. “Silly,” you mumbled, entertained.

You stayed like this for some time. You both were talking about everything and anything, his upcoming competition in Budapest, your attestation and eventually your plans to visit some places around Hong Kong.

“And what about…” started Jackson as he was looking mysteriously into your eyes.

You frowned. “What about what?”

“Never mind,” he said quickly, turning his head the other way.

“What? What was it, honey?” you asked and dared to let go of his neck to touch his cheeks.

“Nothing. Really,” he said, looking at you.

You smiled gently, pushing his longer hair out of his face while he was intently watching your every move, your every part of your face. His grip on you tightened to give you reassurance that he was holding you.

You whispered, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I can,” he whispered back and his eyes eventually fell on your lips. “Nobody else, but I can.”

You were just about to snort when he kissed you sensually, capturing your lower lip, pressing you to the pool’s wall behind you.

Now being 23, he felt like this thing he was preparing for quite a while now, was finally happening. This was the moment. He felt it, he knew it, he was sure of it. He didn’t doubt it at all.

  After wonderful dinner, you both went out hand in hand for a relaxing walk on the beach. You put your long summer dress on, made sure to have sweet amount of make-up on and you curled your hair, your smile widening with each wave.

You talked quietly with Jackson, both of you full of giggles. He managed to lift your body and turn around with you, making you scream with excitement. The waves in the background were a complimenting noise that you made sure to acknowledge every time.

You were laughing hard. “Jackson! Let go of me!”

He stopped and put you down carefully, his smile wide, toothy, goofy. You ruffled his hair, grinning up at him.

“I don’t want to let go of you, though,” he said passionately, bumping his nose into yours. Then, he slowly pulled away to look you properly into your eyes. “I love you.”

“And I love you. So much,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss with a loud smack. He smiled and pushed your hair out of you face.

“Y/N,” he paused and licked his lips. Pressing his forehead to yours, he whispered, his lips gently ghosting over your parted ones: “Will you marry me?”

Your breathing stopped half-way in your pipes as you gently pulled away to look into Jackson’s honest eyes. “Jackson?”

“I don’t doubt our relationship, our friendship, anything. For a long time now I know you are the one for me. I always had that feeling. I fell head over my fencing boots for you when I first laid eyes on you. It was like a magic trick. You didn’t even have to try to seduce me; just by breathing you were filling up my bare existence. I simply cannot not have you. I need you. But mostly, I love you unconditionally,” he said, his voice serious but his eyes full of love.

The tears on your eyes were just about to spill when you nodded your head exactly two times before hugging him tightly. “Yes, Jackson. I will marry you.”

His hands were around your back spinning around with you once again.

You both laughed out loud before he put you down and searched for the ring box. His fingers took out a very elegant diamond ring, and then he lowered his body on one knee as he took your hand, putting the ring on your finger. It was glistening as the sunset behind you was in its grand finale, just like you two when you kissed each other passionately, bringing alive everything that was ever dear to the world.

He was kissing you once, twice, thrice until you couldn’t wait to finally be alone as you were eagerly heading back into your hotel room.

The first night as engaged.

Hong Kong, 2017

The office wasn’t as busy as you thought it would be when you sat down by your desk, already taking out all the paperwork. Just as you were prepared to start work, your office phone rang.

“Ms Y/L/N, you have a visitor at the reception. A certain Mr Wang is looking for you.”

You almost dropped the phone. “What! Mr Wang who?” your heartbeat was dangerously fast now.

“A representative of Team Wang Jiaer label is here,” she said. Assuming by her voice, she was also confused.

You groaned internally, not wanting to deal with whatever this was about. Of course, you knew Jackson had a label, he would sometimes ask for your advice when you two would call (those calls were usually when he was extremely tired and already laying in bed ready to sleep but he would insist on talking with you because he was missing your voice, your warmth, your presence but eventually he would be the one to fall asleep, the only proof being his snoring that was so familiar to you and you would be an absolute idiot if you would end the call there, so you would make yourself cosy and fall asleep, imagining he is next to you). Now, you were a bit worried to face Jackson… What if you would accidentally throw your hands around his neck thinking that you’re engaged?!

“Okay, I’m coming,” you murmured quickly, ending the call.

Before heading downstairs, you sprinted to the restroom to make sure you looked at least a little bit decent. Thankfully, you looked just fine. Although that lipstick was a bit faded from drinking milk tea earlier…

“Ah, it doesn’t matter!” you whisper-yelled at your reflection and finally made your way out and down to the reception.

The company you worked for was quite wealthy, everything being from expensive wood and marble.

Through the glass you could see an older man standing there, waiting patiently, his clothes comfortable and on his back a big TEAM WANG written. You furrowed your brows when you didn’t spot Jackson.

The receptionist called after the man who turned around with a friendly smile on his face. “Miss Y/L/N,” he said before he stuck out his hand to shake.

You accepted. “May I ask what the business is about?”

“Of course, but I suppose a little friendlier surroundings would be better.”

“And where is the boss?” you asked, looking around momentarily hoping to see the warm pair of eyes.

“Jiaer boss is very busy at the moment shooting a show in Beijing,” he answered politely.

You nodded. “Alright. Well, there is a lovely cafe just down the road, why don’t we go there,” you suggested, leading the way.

It was his manager, as you found out. He could have been in his forties or fifties and he seemed very satisfied with his life. He showed you some pictures of his kids and his wife.

Once both of your lattes arrived, you looked at him expectantly and with a smile.

“Miss Y/L/N, the reason I visited you so suddenly is because I have a job offer for you.”

That was surprising. A job offer? What for! “Would you care to explain in bigger detail, please,” you smiled nervously, feeling dumb.

“But of course,” he nodded, not showing you any paper or charts, nothing that would help you avoid eye contact. “Our team is missing a strategic accountant at the moment and we heard you were one of the best ones in Hong Kong.”

“Excuse me? I’m definitely not one of the best-”

“Jiaer boss said he did a background check-”

You scoffed, entertained. “There is not much I would be of a help in your label, sir. My Chinese is not that good either. The only thing I’m good at is counting and preventing you from financial crash.”

“We were told you were a very hard-working person as well as responsible and persistent, which are the exact qualities we are looking for in our company.”

Of course those were the qualities Jackson would look for. It was basically him scribbled all over it. However, you were still shocked that he would send a person to try to hire you in his company.

“But as you said yourself, I’m doing very well just where I am,” you said, folding your arms and rested your back against the seat rest. “So why should I change my employer? What benefits would I get at your label?” Challenge.

He didn’t look that budged by it, although he would expect anyone to want to work for the famous Wang Jackson without a single spark of doubt in their eyes. You were not that foolish, however. “Well, let me tell you there is not a single employee who isn’t happy or satisfied at our workplace. Besides, we have the best boss to ever ask for. He treats his employees like his family. We are a small team, miss Y/L/N. As for the benefits, there can be lots of paid free time for you since the schedules vary so much. And as I mentioned, your qualities are a perfect match for our Jiaer boss.”

You wondered what this guy knew about you; what did Jackson tell him about you. Did he know you were “friends”? Did he know how well you both knew each other from every single angle, from head to toe?

You took a sip from your latte. “I understand. I suppose there is not much free time supposing the boss is one of the busiest people on Earth.”

The manager chuckled kindly. “Jiaer boss is certainly extremely busy. That’s not a lie. However, he would never let his employees overwork themselves. He leads a special schedule where all of us have to sign the precise time when we work so this way he can monitor us.”

“How controlling,” you snickered rolling your eyes, entertained. Thankfully, the manager didn’t misunderstand. He must have known something more about you. “I can only imagine Jackson being that way.”

The manager nodded. “He is truly one of the best. You would be the youngest employee. Why not give it a try? Also, following him around the world is eye-opening.”

You smiled, your mind wandering off at the thought of following him around the world. “How much time do you spend with your boss?”

“It depends. His schedules are basically full and if he is in China or working elsewhere on his solo projects, there has to be a managing staff around him. Sometimes it can be nonstop other times we don’t see him at all since he is in Korea working for the band’s company. ”

“I see,” you paused, poking your tongue to the inside of your cheek, thinking.

The manager smiled cutely, covering his mouth as he hastily pointed at you. “Jiaer boss does the same when he is considering something.”

~

Once back in your office, you couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened.

You received a freaking job offer from TEAM WANG. What were you supposed to do? Well, what you did was that you asked for some time to think before making any decisions and the manager did fully understand.

Before you knew it, you were dialling Sara’s number, eager for her to pick up.

“What’s up, Y/N?” She asked light-heartedly.

“Sara,” you made a dramatic pause. After that, you spilled everything. From the beginning till the end.

“What?!” she gasped. “Oh my god, that’s so cool.”

“But I am confused,” you complained.

“What is there to be confused about? He wants you with him whenever he doesn’t have to be in Korea.”

“But-but I can’t work for him.”

“Now there,” she said gently, sensing your panic. “We both know he loves you. He said it, he showed it to you. He already said he can’t ask you to wait for him. He cares about you. He is being selfless just so you could enjoy your young life. Hell, isn’t it strange? In your flashback he was going to propose to you, so basically you were engaged by the end of this year. Now he is making a move to have you closer to him.”

You hummed, trying to see her thoughts.

“He is doing exactly what is supposed to happen, Y/N,” Sara said finally, seemingly satisfied with herself. She was so excited for you she would certainly start jumping once the line went silent.

“I’m scared,” you blurted out. “What if he just pities me? What if he-”

“Stop right there. Don’t you dare finish your sentences or else you’re as good as dead. And Jackson would kill me then. And I don’t feel like dying just yet.” You heard some muffling in the background. “So what your next step should be is that you’ll accept the job.”

“I don’t want to move to China,” you pouted. “I adore my little Hong Kong.”

Sara inhaled through her nose. “To be honest, I’m sure he has a plan for you so I would call him if I were you. That’s the only way to find out what he wants.”

You closed your eyes. “Okay, I will. Once I’m out of office and at home.”

“Alright, darling. So I guess I can’t persuade you anymore to come to my little company, huh? I have no chance against Jackson.”

You giggled, opening your eyes. “We will see about that.”

It was 23:06 when you entered your apartment. There was a mess on your table from all the papers you finished checking but didn’t organise and all you wanted was to throw yourself on the bed just as you were, and sleep. Preferably for a long time, so the decision-making would wait.

You took a slow shower, easing your tensed up muscles and wanting to make a pleasant night for yourself, you threw on just a long pink t-shirt. Your undies were white with small little hearts. Your favourites.

Finally, climbing into your bed, you took your phone (that you managed to not touch the whole day) just to find many missed calls and unseen messages. The last message that you received was literally one minute before you unlocked your phone and it was pretty straight forward for you to not get it.

Sara (23:48): JACKSON IS COMING TO UR PLACE

You froze. “What?” you shrieked, your heart thundering inside of your chest. Just then you heard a soft knock on the door.

You snapped your head up, your hands suddenly trembling. Oh my god. He was here. Jackson was here.

You saw that all the messages and calls were his which made you jump out of your bed and swinging the door open to find him standing there with his hand on the door frame. His hair was parted, one side styled backwards meaning he came straight from work. He was so damn handsome, your throat closed off making you unable to breathe. He stole your breath away.

When he finally looked up, he was going to say something before he stopped abruptly, his eyes wandering down your under-dressed body. You stole his breath away, too.

You gulped. “What are you doing here?”

He snapped his eyes back at you, his cheeks warming up. “I was in the city and-”

“Weren’t you shooting in Beijing today?” you asked, confused.

He smiled gently. “I was. But tomorrow I have interviews all day here in Hong Kong so I’m staying in the city for the night.”

You gulped once again and made a step back to let him in. He thanked before coming in, curiously looking around.

“Sorry for the mess, I literally just came home.”

“I see you are also busy,” he said as he turned to face you. You locked the door as usual and folded your arms over your chest. “I assume you met my manager considering you knew where I have been today.”

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his. His striped shirt was unbuttoned just till his mid-chest and his black jacket was complimenting his figure, paired up with black jeans. So elegant, so charismatic.

“I heard you needed time to think,” he continued.

“Of course I do,” you answered a little too feverishly. “You can’t expect me to just change places so suddenly.”

“I know and I understand. I’m giving you as much time as you need,” he added more quietly. “It’s always open for you.”

You bit your lip, his eyes dropping to your lips. “I don’t know how your company works, you know. It’s all different to what I knew until now.”

He nodded. “I can imagine. Sara told me all about your wonderful company of yours.”

“Sara?” you asked in confusion. “How is Sara in the picture?”

Jackson chuckled, pushing his hands into his pockets. “Without her I wouldn’t know where exactly you work since you are so secretive.”

“I’m not secretive,” you defended yourself, “I just don’t think…” you trailed off, not sure how to word your mixed up thoughts.

He came closer and gave you a squirtle look. “You don’t think what?”

You sighed. “I think you have way too much on your plate so why would it be of any importance for you. And besides, I’m also busy. Oh, wait a moment, did Sara tell you exactly where I’m staying too? Which floor? Which door? Damn, I’m surprised she didn’t tell you the number for the door.”

Jackson laughed. “I was going to use the number to get in if you wouldn’t answer the door. I was worried about you,” he said, serious out of sudden. “You wouldn’t answer your phone the whole day.”

It was so pleasant to hear him say those words to you. It was like a soothing balm on your aching heart. “I was just… really into my work that I am not so into.”

He let out a breathy laugh and walked to the sofa to sit down. “That’s why I came with another offer.”

You followed him, plopping down on the opposite side. You both faced each other. “What offer?”

His smile widened, his eyes sparkly as he took in your cute confusion. “I will be shooting in Thailand in December. It will be a music video for my new single. The location is top secret and perfectly hidden,” he whispered excitedly, leaning closer to you.

You giggled. “Where in Thailand?”

“Around Phuket. It’s an island that is not so famous and they have this wonderful resort I found there. We are already making steps to rent the entire place out for a few days in December to shoot there.”

Your smile froze momentarily recalling the flashbacks. Wasn’t it the same spot Jackson proposed to you at?

You were staring at him, lost in thought. “So what do you say?” he asked. Unaware, you scooted just a little bit closer to him.

“What do I say to what?”

“I would like you to come with me. This way you could see how the team works.”

Your lips widened. “But, Jackson. I am just an accountant. Why would you need me in Thailand with you? Or any other shooting place?”

Although he knew you caught him, he wouldn’t show you. “Well, there are lots of things an accountant has to do on the set.”

Your left eyebrow quirked up, challenging him. “Like for instance?”

Jackson was running his fingers over his chin as if deep in thought. “You have to make sure I don’t buy all the sweets on the spot.” He looked at you and laughed in one of his high-pitched laughters that made you laugh as well. “You have to make sure others don’t waste money on more sweets,” he continued, his amused face lit up just like thousands of fairy lights. Your face came closer to his as you listened intently. “You have to make sure the resort we are going to stay in is all set and done.” Closer. “Make sure I do my work properly.” A little bit more closer. “Make sure I don’t spend all my goddamn money on spoiling you.” His breath was on your lips, his focus on your lips. Your breath hitched when you felt his lips move against yours, closing your eyes as pleasure and excitement overtook you. “Make sure you are there with me so I can share the experience with you because I need you.” He kissed you passionately, inhaling through his nose and yet you still grabbed his face and pressed it more towards you, unable to get enough of him.

He took hold of your thighs, nudging you to sit on his lap which you gladly did. You moaned loudly when you felt his hands ghost over your butt and sneaking up over your back. You couldn’t help but notice how he wouldn’t touch your bare skin under your shirt even though you wanted it desperately.

Opening you mouth, you let him in and you totally submitted yourself to his control. You could see him behind your closed eyes, you could feel his warm hands while you ran your fingers through his styled hair.

Kisses were loud, smacky, playful, passionate, feverish and moany. You were sure this was the night some magic would happen. After all, you didn’t kiss since 2016 when he took you home. You both were thirsty for each other, desperate, suffering... Finally, you got to get to touch one another.

But Jackson slowed down to a sensual make-out session, not pushing it to the next level until he completely stopped, breathing heavily as he pecked your swollen lips one last time before his eyes fluttered open to look at your blissful face. You hummed at the loss of contact.

“What do you think?” he whispered, not wanting to break the bubble you created.

Your eyes opened as well, meeting his gentle gaze. “For work purposes only,” you started, touching his cheek. “I will go.”

You shared a quiet laugh when you heard another knock on the door. This one was certainly louder than Jackson’s knock.

Jackson frowned, alarmed. “Who is it at this time?” he asked and looked at his (expensive) wrist watch.

You bit your lip, still holding his face in your hands. You knew. You knew but you didn’t want to show it to Jackson.

Another loud knock.

“Is there someone bothering you here?” asked Jackson, searching for your gaze. He didn’t like the idea that someone would harass you, not even in the slightest. Worry was written all over his face as you untangled yourself from him.

“It’s just Martin,” you mumbled once your feet hit the cold floor.

“Martin? The doctor?” asked Jackson in shock.

You unlocked the door and opened it. Just as expected, Martin was there, fuming just a little bit. “Y/N!” he shouted and stormed in, not bothering to look around. “What is this? You aren’t picking up my calls for days now and you just lock yourself up here-“

“Good evening,” Jackson said, standing tall, his face authoritative, his hands in his pockets.

Martin stopped abruptly, staring at Jackson, startled. “Good evening.”

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[fubukimori]

Lift-of-the-ground hug

Basicly it was going to be not longer than one page silly attempt at writing in English, but I’ve got carried away a bit ^^” This is dedicated to @crazy-bone-lady​ (Nevia belongs to her), bc she is a nice person dragged me into a bunch of cool people in my current fundom, where I was introduced to so many cool characters i would never know by myself. I really aprechciate this ^^ Since Nevia is my favorite one, I decided to write something she inqluded. I hope i didn’t mischaracter her ^^” (im also willing to write something like this with ataric but not really sure if i capable of that)

Also a reminder that I’m not an English-speaking person, so my apologies to you if you find this writing full of mistakes of different kinds (still need to figure out how to put direct speech into shape properly). I warned ya ;3

It was awfully early in the morning. Barely a few people were slumberly heading to their work places to get prepared for the daily Tower routine. Guardians are rarely wandering here that early, even commander Zavala wasn’t  here yet. Nevertheless Fubuki was already on her feet, cheerful and vivacious after a good “two hours nap” which started yesterday noon and ended just an hour ago. Deserted Tower seemed so nice and unnatural so she was just strolling around, humming random melodies and enjoying the absence of croudy guardians while looking for the perfect place to sit and crochet the shawl she’d promised to Ikora.

Passing by the lord Shaxx’s survey point and obviously finding him here, already boisterous and loud, Fubuki noticed someone on the place commander Zavala usually stood. The Warlock’s poor eyesight didn’t allow her to recognize who was that person, so she called her Ghost out to help. “Ori, who is that over there?” she asked, pointlessly squinting at the stranger. Should’ve taken her glasses. “Oh, that is Nevia. That huntress from the Crucible”.

Usually lord Shaxx doesn’t match kinderguardians like Fubuki with fabled veterans of the Crucible, but some time ago he decided to give everyone a challenge, mixing up together guardians completely randomly. Most of the youngsters immediately started complaining about unfair difficulty since they were supposed to face and fight guardians way more skilled than themselves. Fubuki on a counterverse liked the idea of the challenge, but after some matches, where opponents were literally wiping floor with her, she almost gave up and decided to avoid the Crucible this week. “Just another one and I’m done with this humiliation” she thought, heading to the Nessus special fighting arena. This time was just like the others - she died and died and died… Almost crushed enough to explode and rage quit the match, Fubuki saw an opponent Titan, already speeded up enough to smash fragile warlock against the wall with their shield bash, but suddenly she felt a firm grab at her wrist and then was pulled behind the pillar next to her. Titan’s shield bash slammed loudly against the wall. Fubuki got panicked and threw her pulse grenadine towards the Titan’s direction. Confused Defender shrinked back, but wasn’t fast enough. In a split second Fubuki saw a cloak in front of her and then a flashy sword swing. The Titan clutched his chest plate with a shaky hand then dropped dead on the ground.

“Hey!” the cloak person turned back to an unusually speechless Warlock, brushing blood off their Quickfang. “Watch out where you are daydreaming, nerd!” Huntress barked and headed forward, searching for the other enemies. Fubuki followed her since she had always been told to stick with teammates in the Crucible, especially if they were actually capable of killing others.

Huntress seemed completely unbothered by a “never asked to be” companion, she was concentrated on winning this particular match. When she went through a giant stone arch in the middle of the arena, there was an unexpected foe. Another Hunter was hiding behind, squatting with Tractor cannon. Fubuki was shadowing her, so she met with this enemy Hunter face to face, while he was attempting to finish powerless opponent. Before he managed to shoot down Fubuki in a close range, she slapped him with an Arc charge, hurting him just enough to be finished with a single shoot in the head from the Huntress’ hand cannon. A perfect team work, yet absolutely spontaneous. Fubuki placed a healing rift, recovering the Huntress from that dirty trick. “Thanks” the only thing the Huntress said, reloading her magazine. Fubuki just nodded silently.

“I see you’ve got a little friend, Nevia, hahaha! Mind you, Fubuki, Nevia is a great warrior, but a terrible teacher!” lord Shaxx had been satisfied seeing twenty kills in a row by one of his favorite Crucible fighters and was praising their duo for the last five minutes. Nevia was doing most of the work, when Fubuki was putting all the effort to support her, providing healing, Arc souls and grenades, hitting the right spot barely half of all the times. When the match was over and everyone headed to collect rewards, Fubuki finally got a chance to have a good look at her savior. She was surprisingly very short woman, an Awoken just like Fubuki herself, with a severe gaze and short shaved head. “H-hey!” Fubuki exclaimed with her voice shaking of excitement, though the frown look she gained from the Huntress made her feel chill crawling on her back. Nevia looked up and down at the Warlock and then raised her brow. “Oh, it’s you”. The Huntress had probably recognized messy Crucible Warlock’s armor colored in Metroshift which Fubuki had been wearing during the match, her gaze softened a bit. It immediately brought a delighted expression back on the Warlock’s face. “Yes, it is me, your faithful support from the last match, hahaha!” she responded with a rather high-pitched voice. That’s what she does when she is excited or nervous. “I just hope I was not bothering you”

“Nah, you did fine”

“Hope so. By the way, your name is Nevia, right? I am Fubuki, it was a pleasure to fight alongside with such skilled guardian!”

“Hah, thanks”

Seeing the Huntress wasn’t really in the mood for a chatter, the Warlock got a move on with finishing this little pep talk. “Well, we are doubtedly matching in the next one, so, um… Good luck. May the Traveler's Light shine upon thee” she made a profound bow, spreading her hands in a proper Warlock’s sign of gratitude.

“The same goes for you” Nevia raised her hand, a shadow of a smile on her face. ”See you around”

From now on, Fubuki was meeting Nevia in the Tower sometimes. Every time the Awoken met each other, Fubuki waved her hand in a greeting, Nevia responded with a simple nod. Sometimes they shared a word or two. Amicable Warlock would love to make friends with this gloomy Huntress, but she seemed not really into making friends with anyone, so Fubuki was trying hard at least don’t be obtrusive. However, being in such a good mood, she decided to make a move. Fubuki jumped in the air and glided toward Nevia. Noiselessly landed behind the short Huntress, way taller Warlock grabbed her and then lifted of the ground in a snapshot. “Heya, Nevia!” she cheery exclaimed, holding tiny Huntress on her arms. “Glad to find you here tod…”

In the next few minutes Fubuki learned several lessons. First, never ever mess with Hunters before they are finished with their morning coffee. Second, if you’d spooked them or spilled their coffee, no matter how high you can jump or how many times you cried “I’m sorry!”, you’ll get stabbed. If you’d done both, it is for sure.

Fubuki was always the one learning in a hard way.

When Ori revived her, lord Shaxx, who had seen all the scene, was still laughing, definitely already bursting in tears, if only there was no helmet on his head. Nevia was already missing. “That...wasn’t such a good idea” Ori concluded. Fubuki didn’t say a word to him, only cursed to herself in several languages.

At the end of the day Fubuki was tired and really unhappy. She still felt guilty for the morning incident, and also very stupid. “You must always think first, you stupido. Now she is probably thinking I am mental or something” she rumbled to herself, heading to the vault. “Well, guess I deserved it anyway”

“Hey”

Fubuki didn’t hear someone approaching, so a sudden voice from behind made her flinch. It was Nevia staying behind with her her arms crossed on her chest. “Oh, em… Hi” Fubuki didn’t expect the Huntress to get close to her after she pissed her off. There was an awkward silence for a moment. “That… wasn’t very wise of you. You have to make sure this won’t happen again” she said, shifting from one feet to another. “I know, I am really sorry!” Fubuki exclaimed in response. “I… I just get really childish sometimes, I really do sorry for that”

“Yeah, and I could have played it cooler” Nevia said, lifting her gaze up to the Warlock. “Dammit, why are you such a pole?”

“I… I do not know. I was like this from, well, from the very beginning” the Warlock was a little frustrated, but it seemed the Huntress wasn’t pissed off anymore. And she kinda… made an apology too?

“So, no hard feelings, right?” Nevia asked, her face was less frown than usual. “Absolutely!” Fubuki responded with a wide smile on her face. The Huntress hold out her hand, the Warlock immediately shook it. “Glad we are cool now” she said, squeezing Huntress’ smaller palm. “If you ever need help with, well, some abstruse thing or maybe will need a medical advice, you can always call me for it”

“Sure, thanks. We should go outside the Walls someday” Nevia responded with a smug smirk. “Someone is gonna teach you not daydreaming right in the middle of the battlefield”. Fubuki laughed awkwardly. The Awoken took their leave of and both went where they were planning to. The weight of the guilt finally loosed from Fubuki’s shoulders. She hates being disturbing for anyone and the fact that Nevia had let the morning incident go made her finally feel good again.

“I hope you are not thinking you are already friends, right?” Ori hovered next to her, preaching as usual. 

“We might become ones some day. She is actually nicer than she tries to look like”

“I doubt that”

“You doubt anything, little one”

#ugh i did it #*hides face* #destiny 2 #friend's oc #i feel awkward but also kinda proud of what i wrote #that was funny anyway #oc: fubuki