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killerheelsonadiscodancefloor · 1 year

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hi!!! i saw u write “seth cohen x reader” on a post and if its no hassle PLEASEEE doo it i cant find any<333

this ask made my year!! so excited to be able to write for seth cohen <33 sorry for the awkward ending, hopefully i’ll get the chance to write more for him!

pest | seth cohen x reader

warnings: none really, just fluff!

the only word i could currently use to describe seth cohen is unbelievable. well, truly i have a few more choice words, but considering i’m seated at his parents’ kitchen island it doesn’t seem like a good time to linger on them. as hard as i try to keep a smile on my face and participate in the conversation with the cohens, they both can read me better than that.

kirsten stops mid sentence and reaches across the island to rest her hand on my arm. “i know you’re worried about seth,” she started in a gentle voice. i quickly shook my head. “no, i mean—it’s nothing. it’s fine.” i reply, plastering a smile on my face. sandy shakes his head, making an almost cartoonish ‘tsk’ noise. “i’ve been married long enough to know that ‘fine’ isn’t really fine. you can tell us what’s going on, you know.”

“just because he’s our son doesn’t mean we’re blind to when he’s wrong.” kirsten reassured, correctly reading my uncertain face. “if anything, we’re the best equipped to give you advice about when he’s wrong. or maybe ryan.” sandy chimed in after her.

i sighed, unable to keep my frustration to myself anymore. “it’s just—i understand that seth is passionate about going to RISD and working on atomic county again and everything but it feels like he’s in a relationship with his work instead of me, you know? we barely see each other anymore because he’s so absorbed in it. even now, like how often are we home? and he still can’t pull himself away from his desk. i just wish he wouldn’t let himself miss life because he’s so wrapped up in his work.” i took another deep breath and let my head fall into my hands.

“ah, the cohen curse!” sandy exclaimed. i shot a puzzled look at kirsten, expecting one in return, and was surprised to see she had a look of fond understanding instead. “the cohen curse?” i asked after a long moment. kirsten nodded with a wry smile and gestured for sandy to explain. “us cohen men are very dedicated, particularly to the things we are passionate about. in this case, our work. i can't tell you how many late nights i pulled at berkeley—and how many more i would’ve pulled if kirsten didn’t pull me away from my textbooks.”

i looked to kirsten, who nodded sagely in confirmation. “sometimes you just have to force them to take a break. these cohens are stubborn as mules.” she joked. “oh please, you sound just like your father.” sandy groaned dramatically. they shared a fond look as i sat there debating whether or not i should attempt to pry seth away from atomic county.

finally, with a deep breath, i stood up from the island and exited the kitchen. i turned once more in the doorway to share a last conspiratorial grin with the cohens before taking the stairs two at a time in my eagerness to get to seth’s childhood room. i gave a cursory knock on the cracked door before letting myself in.

“(y/n)!” seth called in greeting as he pushed his rolling chair back from the desk. “what can i do for you, my dear?” he asks with a grin extending his hands out to me. i grin back easily. this was going much better than i thought it would. i stroll forward and perch on his lap. “i was thinking that maybe you could use a break, cohen.” i replied, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“ah, no can do.” he immediately clammed up with a grimace. “what?” i burst out. seth nervously pats my sides in what i assume is supposed to be a calming gesture. “i’ve just got so many ideas for the plot, you know, and i don’t wanna forget them or anything so i just gotta get ‘em all on the page before i lose them.” he hurriedly explains. i sigh deeply.

“well bullet point them in a notebook, we’re home seth! you should be soaking up all the time you have here until we go back to school. ryan’s supposed to be coming over later, you really want to miss out on all of us back here because you’re working?” i asked with a pout. seth examines my face for a moment before tossing his head back with a groan.

“you know i can’t say no to that face.” he mutters with a frustrated pout of his own. i allow the corners of my mouth to curl into a small smile. “come on cohen.” i mumble, egging him on with a challenging look and a poke in the ribs. “fine.” seth draws the word out dramatically as i grin. “guess i might as well spend time with my family or whatever.”

i hum as i get up and recline on his bed. “you’re cute when you’re all sarcastic.”

“really,” seth counters as he gets up and flops on the bed next to me, resting his chin on my chest, “i’m cute all the time. hey!” he dodges my flick to his forehead by a second. “you’re cute most of the time.” i counter with a raised brow. “i’ll take it.” he concedes easily, burrowing his head into my shoulder.

i massage his neck for a minute before struggling into a sitting position. seth groans at the disruption, reaching a hand out to me with a grabbing gesture. “come on, your parents are downstairs. we should go hang out.” i say gently, prodding him in the back. “but we could have so much fun right here.” he complains. i fix him with a stern look. once he meets my eyes, he folds. “alright, alright. paying our dues to the elders it is.” i snort as his commentary, pulling on his arm to get him up.

as we walk towards his door, he makes sure to drag his feet. “always one for the dramatics.” i sing. seth gasps exaggeratedly, throwing his hand up to grip his shirt over his heart. “who, me?” he asks in a “shocked” voice. i grin at his theatrics before grabbing his hand to continue dragging him to the door, where i can already see his eyes beginning to stray towards his desk.

“don’t even think about it, cohen.” i warn good-naturedly.

“yeah, yeah.” seth grumbles back lightheartedly. he wraps his arm around my shoulders and i finally feel fully victorious as we head down the stairs.

#seth cohen x reader #the cohens are good parents #seth cohen imagine #seth cohen fluff

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astroluvr · 2 years

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Tired

summary: jack has been working hard without giving himself a break, so when he comes home, you help him work through it.

a/n: i'm doing my best to get out of a writing slump (and thank y'all for being patient and understanding, i appreciate it), so i'm getting back to my roots- short, sweet, and mediocre, but i still hope u enjoy!! hopefully, i can get into a better groove and write something better, but in the mean time... this is all i got lol!

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Jack was tired.

Truthfully, he was exhausted and he could feel it in every capacity. He was tired of his nagging headaches from the moment he woke up to the moment he laid down, he was tired of hearing the airplane safety speech every other day, he was even growing tired of trying to perfect the same beat for days on end while he was being fitted for this or that. He was just tired, in a way that a nap or long slumber couldn’t fix. He was tired and needed to rest- and the only remedy was you.

When Jack came into your shared home, he could see the blue light from the living room with your feet propped on the couch. Your giggle sounded from the dark room and he trudged closer to you, feeling an almost magnetic pull to you. Even his wedding band seemed to tighten around his thick finger.

“Baby?” Jack asked, as if you weren’t right there, underneath your favorite weighted blanket and a much-too-big bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch balanced on your healthy, swollen stomach.

There were bags under your eyes- much less than his own, but they were filled with love and surprise as he entered the room, toeing off his New Balances between a few steps. A grin broke out against your face, as you set the bowl down on your coffee table and waddled towards him in one of his old shirts that strained against your stomach and gave him the perfect view of your stretch marks.

“Hi, baby!” you giggled, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips repeatedly. The small flakes of cinnamon finding a place on his pink lips. “Hi, I missed you. I didn’t think you were getting home until tomorrow afternoon. I was supposed to pick you up and everything.”

“I took the earliest flight they had. I didn’t want to be there any longer.” he rasped, hugging you close. You frowned at the way he spoke, but the attention you were about to give it was cut short by a few thumps against your stomach and nearly breaking down at the feeling of your baby’s feet against his lower stomach.

“There she is.” you smiled, splaying your hands against the sides of your stomach proudly.

Jack mustered up the energy to squat down- like he always did, and lift up your shirt to press firm kisses onto the skin. Your hand found home in the messy curls on his head and you massaged at his scalp gently while he cooed.

“Missed your daddy, huh?” his voice was usually cocky from being an expectant father, but tonight it was more solemn and slow. “Yeah, he missed you, too. Missed you so fuckin’ much, baby girl.”

Your heart pattered and your grip in his hair tightened as you urged to pull him away, but he only wrapped his arms around your lower back and pressed his forehead against your bump. “Jack?”

“How’d the ultrasound go? The entire appointment, tell me.” he sniffled, purposely hiding his face even though you could feel his tears running down your skin.

“Um, it was good. She’s just a little over the average weight, so she’s very healthy. Next time I go, they’ll do the 3D ultrasound. I’m so excited. Do you think we’ll be able to tell which one of us she’ll look like more?”

You tried to offer a cheerful subject change. Any time the two of you discussed your baby, it almost always turned into a playful debate about who she would look more like. Of course, it always boiled down to a sickeningly sweet series of compliments about what you both hoped she inherited from the other. Jack was firm in his stance that she would look more like him, and if it wasn’t for your pride, you would admit that you did, too.

Jack didn’t give in, though, he just kissed your stomach and looked up at you with his watery blue eyes. “And what about you? Did they say anything?”

“Nope, I’m healthy. Except for the fact that I’ve been worrying about how she’s going to come out of me. It was much easier to get her in.” you laughed softly at your own joke, but Jack didn’t budge as he took a deep breath and looked down at your stomach again.

You knew your husband like the back of your hand, so you knew that during times like this, he needed time to get used to his emotions. He needed to feel everything in its capacity before he could let it go, and no matter how hard- or sometimes frustrating, it was for you to wait those days or weeks for him to give in, you knew you had to. There was nothing more you could offer him than the quick swipe under his eyes or gentle kiss to the top of his head until he was ready.

“Why haven’t you been getting enough sleep?”

“What do you mean, J?” you asked, playing coy even though the evidence was all there.

“You’re up at two in the morning eating cereal- which better not be your dinner,” he said firmly, causing your cheeks to warm when he pinched your thigh gently. “And your eyes are dark. I can tell you’re tired.”

“I can tell you’re tired, too. Much more than I am.” you rebuttaled as your husband stood up and towered over you. His body was slightly leaning into yours with his hands steadying to your stomach.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one carrying our child.” he responded, his face growing stern. “And I know this isn’t the first or second time it’s happened.”

“I just haven’t been able to sleep very well. I’m seven months pregnant, I’m huge.”

“You never had trouble adjusting before, so why now? Last time I was home, you were just as big and sleeping perfectly fine. What’s the problem now?” he pushed, and you sighed.

You could sugarcoat it, but that would only make it worse. Or you could lie, but there was no good outcome for you, given that Jack hated when you lied about your wellbeing. You didn’t have any way to effectively weasle your way out of the tension-filled conversation, so with soft eyes meeting Jack’s, you shrugged.

“I just can’t sleep without you.” you murmured, and watched Jack’s face drop in a way that made your heart break.

He had already felt so much guilt the past few months with your pregnancy, no matter how many times you told him that you were going to make do. There was so much Jack had pushed together to make sure he could be the best possible father when your daughter was born.

“It’s not anything to do with your schedule lately, I’ve always just been attached to you, J. We both know that. I just miss you when you’re not here.” you explained gently, feeling overwhelmed by the sad look in his eyes. “Jack?”

Without saying another word, Jack just shut his eyes and let his chest cave before he broke down into sobs. Almost instinctually, you were wrapping your arms around him and pulling him to the couch. You hated the way he sounded, the way his body trembled against yours, and the way he clutched the shirt you wore. You rocked him gently and pursed your lips to contain your emotions.

“I’m sorry.” he cried, pulling away from your neck and shaking his head. “I’m not here enough, I-I don’t do enough, I’m sorry.”

“Stop that, Jack.” you murmured firmly, wiping his face free of tears. “Don’t beat yourself up.”

“You can’t sleep because I’m never home!” he exclaimed, tears brimming over his eyes. “Fuck, I’m something to everybody and I don’t even care about that shit- I just want to be enough for you. And for her. That's it.” he choked out, and you were sure that you were starting to cry yourself. “I don’t even care about anyone else except you and our family, baby, but I still owe everyone something.”

Hearing Jack talk about himself in such a way genuinely hurt you. You could only imagine how long these thoughts had been troubling him.

“Jack, you’re enough already. You’re more than enough.” you tried, and he sniffled before wiping his eyes on your shoulder. “But you’re also one person.”

You kissed his nose when he finally looked at you, narrowing your eyes at him to push your point. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You couldn’t ever lose me, so don’t even start to worry about that.” you pulled his face back and gripped his face. “What would make you say something like that, J?”

“I’m never home. You treat me being in another country for three days like it’s a normal workday. Every night I’ve come home late, you’re knocked out on the couch, and fuck, I missed my baby girl’s ultrasound. You deserve better than this.”

“I can’t get better than you, Jack. I know you’re having a really tough time believing that right now, but I genuinely can’t.”

“Maybe before, b-but now, with all the touring and the press.” you heard the strain of his voice as he continued to list out.

“Jack, how many times have I told you that you’re the first man I’ve ever loved? And not because you’re my husband or I know you’d flip the second you realized that there was anyone before you-” you stopped to smile at Jack’s soft laugh and the kiss he left on the hand that he was holding. “I say that, because I mean it. Because you’re funny and talented and driven and I’ve never met anyone like you, so how could I love anyone like you? Ever since I met you, I have laughed and smiled, and been so, so happy. I love you.”

Jack wiped a tear from his eye and shook his head before coaxing you to straddle his lap and face him. Your stomach left a gap between you, but Jack only looked at it lovingly as he rubbed his hands against your warm skin.

“I love you, too. I-I just can’t stop thinking about how much I’m missing. I feel guilty.”

“You need a break, Jack.” you said, pressing your forehead to his as he let go of a deep breath.

“I can’t right now. There’s so much to do and if I don’t do it now, it’s just going to come back later.”

“It doesn’t have to be a long one. You just need some time, baby.”

“I want to.” he admitted, and you knew it took a lot out of him to say so. “I’ll make some calls tomorrow. See if I can take a couple of weeks off before she’s born.”

“If you need me to, I’ll do it.” you offered, and a grateful smile graced his face.

“Thank you, Y/N. And I mean for everything.” he pulled you impossibly closer and wrapped his arms around you tightly. “For being there, putting up with me and my shit even when it’s the last thing you should have to worry about.”

“I know the man I married, and I love him for all that he is.” you reassured, pecking him softly and Jack blushed.

There was a moment of silence where you bathed in each other’s presence, your hearts beating in sync with the other’s as you melted into the couch. Before you could even give Jack the kiss you were both yearning for, the scent of your soggy cereal caught your nose and you couldn’t help but give in. Jack laughed and shook his head as you rolled off of his lap and grabbed the bowl.

You crossed your legs and raised the bowl to pat your lap invitingly. Jack took you up on it without a beat of hesitance and kissed your stomach as he looked up at you lovingly. “You aren’t going to be allowed to have dinner at one in the morning when I’m home- especially not if you’re eating cereal.”

“Take that up with your daughter.” you talked around a mouthful of cereal and rubbed your stomach. “Not my fault.”

“Mmhmm.” he lifted up half-way before his tired body gave out.

“Ready for bed?” you asked him softly and he shook his head before cuddling into you. “You’re exhausted.”

“I’m just going to sleep right here. We’re going to stay here.”

“Whatever you want, J.” you said as you leaned over to kiss his temple and rake through his tangled curls.

#just leaving this here #it was gonna be longer but if i made it any longer it was never gonna get finished lol #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #fan fiction #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow blurb #bf!jack

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live-laugh-neteyam · 1 year

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hi its me mimi! Remember me from few weeks ago from the request about that incident that quite scarred me? Well first of all, i still wanna thank you for making the drabble from my request, it means the world to me.

I hope you're having a wonderful day and moving (i saw you were moving out congrats baby!). Could i please ask for you to make a neteyam x omaticaya!fem!reader imagine where he suprises her for her bday ? it's actually my bday today but i won't celebrate it since i again went through another traumatic experience (yes again) i've been crying all week and so this would mean the world to me. (can you make him incredibly in love with reader and touchy as hell i need that right now lmao)

Thnak you again i love u <3

hi mimi!!! Thank you so much lovie!! I hope you had an amazing birthday! Sorry this is a bit late. Moving is stressful as hell but hopefully it’ll calm down soon. Happy birthday my friend!!! I’m sorry you’re going through hard times right now. My dms are always open to you love 💞

Make A Wish ||| neteyam x omatikaya!reader

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pairings: neteyam × omatikaya!fem!reader

summary: happy birthday to youuuuuu

words: 800

warnings/notes: just some pure tooth rotting fluff, use of y/n, neteyam being a lovesick puppy <3

Birthdays

An incredibly human tradition not typically practiced by the Na’vi. Jake gave up a lot of human traditions, but birthdays would not be one of them. The man insisted that his family celebrated each others birthdays, and so it became a tradition in the Sully household.

Neteyam would never admit it in fear of being teased, but the boy absolutely adored birthdays. He loved everything about them. In fact, he enjoyed celebrating others birthdays just as much as his own. The idea of celebrating the day someone came into the world was so fascinating to him. The humans got one thing right.

Jake was the type of father that went all out for birthdays so naturally Neteyam followed suit. He had been counting down the days to your birthday planning a big surprise for you. After all, you were his whole world. You deserved an entire day devoted to you (though Neteyam felt strongly that you should be celebrated every day).

Neteyam had everything planned down to the T. He tried his best to make you a traditional human cake, he had loads of handmade gifts ready for you, and he even arranged a feast in your honor. To say he was pleased with himself was an understatement.

“Happy Birthday Ma’Y/N!” Neteyam screamed causing you to jolt awake. You surveyed the area for danger, but all you saw was your mate with the cutest half smile ever, looking like a little puppy. Laying back you placed a hand over your chest recovering from what felt like a heart attack.

“Neteyam.” You breathed heavily still trying to calm your heart. “What are you doing?”

“It’s your birthday remember?” He said like it was the most obvious answer ever.

Growing up, you remembered talk of these ‘birthdays’, but you had never celebrated one yourself. It wasn’t a typical Na’vi tradition so you weren’t bothered by them. Neteyam however had different plans.

This was the first birthday you had since you became mates. He was determined to make up for lost time and give you the best birthday ever.

Your mate pulled you into his chest hugging you tightly. Kisses were scattered along your cheeks and your forehead. Softly giggling at the affection you looked up at him.

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked. “Not that I mind.”

Neteyam gave you an unimpressed look. “It is your birthday.” He said again as if that was a crystal clear answer. “We must celebrate you.” He smiled.

Smiling up at him you nodded letting him ramble on about the importance of birthdays. You still weren’t bothered by it, but seeing him so excited melted your heart.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” He said before placing a quick peck to your lips and running out of your shared home.

He quickly returned with a round looking object on a plate. A stick was stabbed into the middle of it, the end of it aflame.

“Neteyam.” You said with wide eyes. “That thing is on fire Neteyam!” You said panicked not sure why he was unfazed.

“Hush, you’re ruining the moment!” He scolded.

You sat there completely lost as to what was going on. Then it got even stranger. Neteyam started singing.

“Happy birthday to you.” He sang. “Happy birthday dear Y/N. Happy birthday to you.” He was practically beaming as he placed the object in front of you.

Staring from the plate then back to him you were dumbfounded. “Are you trying to set something on fire?” You asked concerned pointing back to the stick on fire.

He threw his head back in laughter at your words. “No. You blow it out.” He explained. “But make a wish first. That’s very important.” He smiled.

Raising a brow you looked at him confused. “But I have everything I wish for.” You said as if it was obvious. “Why do I need more?”

Neteyam smiled at you gently placing his hand on your cheek. “It can be anything my love. Even something small. But you have to wish for something, it’s apart of the tradition.”

You nodded at his words. You didn’t fully understand the importance of it, but you knew it was important to him so you’d play along.

“I wish for-“

“No!” He said panicked. “You can’t say it aloud.”

Eyeing him cautiously you continued. “Alright then.” Making a silent wish to yourself you blew out the flame.

You didn’t think it was possible for Neteyam to be smiling anymore than he was. He was thrilled to be celebrating your first official birthday with you. Pulling you into his chest he snuggled his head into your neck.

“Happy birthday Ma’Y/N.” He smiled.

Snuggling in closer to him you sighed in content. You appreciate all the effort he put into this for you.

“Thank you Ma’Teyam.” You blushed.

“I have so much planned for you today.” He happily explained. “Wait until you see all your gifts.” He proudly said.

“Gifts?” You question still unsure of how the whole birthday thing worked.

“Oh just you wait yawne.” He kissed the top of your head. “I have a whole day of celebrating planned.” He grinned ready to give you a day you’d never forget.

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magnificentpatrolstudent · 2 years

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Sunday mornings with y/n 🌥🌸

aot x reader

Eren

“Honestly y/n, they should’ve hired me,” Eren said as you applied the serum to his face. Eren lived for the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin. “Okay, reenact the end scene but like how you would’ve written it.” The two of you were doing your skincare routine together in the bathroom while talking about how bad the movie you watched last night was and basically rewriting the script. You giggle as Eren impersonates the actor and does different accents. You give his face one final pat “All done!” Next on the agenda was your yoga routine. Ever since forcing Eren to try it out with you, he always joins you. He says it calms him down but he only likes to do it with you. “Look at this new move I learned,” Eren says as he goes into a perfect headstand. “Woahhh! you say in sheer shock, lowkey pissed that he’s getting better than you 🙃.

Armin

It’s 8 am and you and Armin are on your way to the farmer’s market, excited to buy fresh berries and bright flowers to place all over the house. As you walk to the market hand in hand, you share a pair of Bluetooth earphones, both listening to ELIO’s “When U Saw Love” as the morning breeze tickles your face. “We could visit the Botanic Gardens and go on the cable car!” Armin exclaimed. “Yeah, and we could go to the gallery and museum!” You two chatted about the trip to Singapore you’re planning for next summer and all the other places you want to see together. “We gotta figure out where we wanna go for our honeymoon,” Armin said in complete earnest. “We’re not even engaged,” you said, giggling as a fluttering sensation filled your stomach. “Not for long!” Armin declared. You literally stopped walking; you looked so stunned that Armin began to laugh.

Jean

“Say cheese y/n” Jean took the picture and feigned a heart attack after gushing about how cute the two of you looked. You and Jean woke up at 5 am to go for a hike to catch the sunrise, something you’ve been wanting to do together for a while. You packed the perfect breakfast picnic together which you guys practically inhaled after the tiresome 3-hour trek. At the crest of the small mountain, you two sat there for hours sitting and talking and taking cute pics together. “I’m gonna send this one to my mom,” Jean said with the brightest smile on his face. “No, take a better one 😠.” When you spot a couple in the distance with their 2 small kids, he says that’s gonna be you guys in a few years. He always says stuff like that and every time he does, your heart literally constricts; he’s literally gonna give you a heart attack omg.

Connie

“Hmmm…what should we make today?” You asked Connie while looking into the fridge. “I have no idea. How about we make whatever’s on the page I open in this cookbook?” Connie said while holding up the cookbook you were gifted last year and never got around to using. “Good idea!” “Super Creamy mushroom, Brie, and pancetta croissants,” he said, pronouncing pancetta in his best Italian accent. “That sounds amazing except we don’t have mushrooms, brie, pancetta, or croissants,” you laughed. “How about…coffee walnut banana bread?” Connie looked up at you questioningly. “Okay, I think we can actually make that!” you exclaimed. “Alexa, play “Carry Me Away” by John Mayer” Connie shouts at your smart speaker and you both get to work on your (hopefully) beautiful banana bread. While measuring out flour and cracking eggs, Connie tells you about how excited his family is to meet you soon, reassuring you that you have nothing to be nervous about. When the chorus comes on, he twirls you around and then you twirl him around and now you’re having an impromptu dance sesh.

Levi

You wake up to a quick, soft kiss on the check from Levi. “Wash up and come to the living room, I made you coffee.” The living room smells faintly of the lavender candles you love mingled with the heavenly smell of freshly brewed coffee. You see Levi curled up on the couch sipping on the tiniest cup of tea. He pats on the space next to him, indicating for you to join him. You plop down right beside him, reaching for the mug he set down on the coffee table. His hand resting on your leg, the two of you talk about anything and everything--gossiping about coworkers, showing each other recipes you wanna try and make together, the books you’ve been reading, new music you’ve been into, and Levi raves about the new cleaning product he found the other day 💀. With the morning light filtering in from the windows and John Mayer’s “Say” playing softly in the background, you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your Sunday morning.

#aot #snk #aot x reader #attack on titan #eren jeager #armin arlet #jean kirstein #connie springer #levi ackerman #aot fluff #eren x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #levi x reader #aot scenarios #snk scenarios

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divinctions · 5 months

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✿ ━━━━ ARLO HWANG

Is that Cha Eunwoo ? oh, no, that's Arlo Hwang ! A twenty-seven year old Gaming Content Creator/Streamer who uses he/him pronouns. They currently live in Viña Del Mar, and the character they identify with most is Arataki Itto from Genshin Impact. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

your resident gamer boy with brainrot here only to be loud and wrong / more below

━━━━━━━━━ B A S I C S :

full name: arlo haneul hwang ( contreras )

nickname(s): hannie ( by his mother ), lo, lolo

age: twenty - seven .

ethnicity: korean american . korean chilean ( dual citizenship ) .

gender: cis man .

pronouns: he / him .

orientation: heteroromantic / heterosexual .

occupation: youtube gamer / streamer .

language(s) spoken: english , spanish ( valpo spanish ) , learning korean .

career claims: lazerbeam fortnite content, markipliers fnaf content, and quinbobins youtube channel .

aesthetics: glow of a computer screen in a dark room, the sound of someone feverishly typing on a keyboard, and screams of delight followed by hours old monster energy and axe body spray

most replayed song: snooze - sza ( patrick star ai cover )

━━━━━━━━━ P E R S O N A I L I T Y :

absolutely unhinged . speaks without thinking . impulsive . he’s comfortable in his skin, career, and outlook on life which makes him confident beyond belief ( alot of the time unjustifiably so). he’s an idiot and he knows it. anyone can correct him and he won’t say anything, even if it’s a topic he knows like the back of his hand; he just assumes they’re right because he’s really dumb like barely graduated dumb and that’s okay. which means he’s so fucking gullible. it doesn’t even take much to gaslight him, it’s more of a match that won’t strike and he’ll still believe it. truly takes everything at face value. easily gets hyper fixated on his interests and will talk about them nonstop, you don’t have to be listening to him but he’ll yammer on and on; he swears it’s just the streamer effect but honestly he’s just like that. like i said he’s dumb as hell but the knowledge he does retain is all very irrelevant and useless on the grand scheme of things like he couldn’t tell you the right way to use a comma but if you have a few hours for to go over five nights at freddy’s lore he’s excited to share . very kind mainly because he’s not someone who will do well in a fight. his comebacks are limited to ‘ i know you are but what am i ’ and ‘ i’m like rubber, you’re like glue; what you throw at me bounces off me and sticks to you ’. he has to be nice. always has a joke on his tongue that it’s okay not to laugh at because he’ll laugh enough for everyone . over all has very good energy, he’s a go with the flow kind of person, the kind you can call on a whim to go out and he’ll be down. can make the most out of a bad situation and tries to see the positive in everything. that being said though he is dramatic af, but it’s over minor inconveniences like his package is delayed or he’s hungry and his food got delivered to the wrong address. then he’s the biggest baby around.

━━━━━━━━━ B A C K G R O U N D :

arlo grew up in a extremely loving family. as the only child with a single mother who worked from him, he wasn’t necessarily spoiled, there were a lot of guidelines he was expected to follow and his mouth often got him in trouble in school, but his mother was always very gentle with him. he had undiagnosed adhd as young as four years old and had no place to expel that energy; he was no good at sports, didn’t have the athleticism for it, it only left him with injuries. but he was restless so his mother decided to introduce him to a variety of video games she was working on the concept art for..

it was a way to get him to settle down and focus on something, and also spend time as a family. he got to learn more about his mother’s job as a concept artist and what sparked her interest in video games and the kind of escape they give. arlo was very bad at them from the start, no matter how long he played or how easy the mode he set himself in, but it never turned him off from the games. he was really attracted to the idea that he could fail however many times he wanted and would still get the chance to try again and correct where he went wrong until he did get it right. or the game took pity on him and pushed him forward anyway.

his mother would go out and purchase a variety of consoles and games to have family game nights that she would use to slowly introduce her new boyfriend to. what started as a weekend thing quickly turned into a nearly every night of the week thing and something he looked forward to the most. At first, the addition of mr. contreras ( the name arlo still calls the man to this day ) bothered arlo to his core. there was a routine he’d fallen into and he loved it. he lived a comfortable life, but him showing up meant nights with babysitters and limited time in front of the tv or in front of his games to be sent to his room or go out on family outings where they’d pretend to a big happy family, but arlo always felt they were just that without mr. contreras.

despite arlo being a dramatic little shit, his step-dad was determined to get on his good side. he worked hard to prove to arlo he was someone he could trust and that he wouldn’t be going anywhere with a beautiful engagement ring to his mother. his soon to be step-dad, a costume designer, would hand make arlo’s costumes for halloween or events where he wanted to be his favorite video game character. it was a process he actually really enjoyed learning about and taking part in. by the time they packed up and moved to chile when arlo was 11 for the wedding, he was beginning to make his own costumes and tailoring his own clothes ( not always the best but he was getting there ).

as he got older his parents interest in the games dwindled as his mother turned to the beautiful mural work of valpo and his step-father focused more on the local theater scene, but they had already created a monster. he tried to connect with his classmates, joined gaming clubs, and online spaces available, but the thing is he’s not very good??? at playing games??? easily confused, has a hard time figuring out controls, and panics at any sudden music change which makes him forgot how to play the game completely because he thinks he’s about to die anyway. his game play style didn’t really mesh well with the people who are very good at games and they figured why let him play if he was only going to die or bring his team down. not to mention he was still adjusting to learning a new language, being in a new country, and missing the time when it was just him and his mother. he wasn’t use to sharing her, and it had always felt like it would be him and her against the world. it’s not that he didn’t like his step-father, arlo just couldn’t adjust to change well. once he was comfortable in a space that’s where he thrived, where he wished to stay. his step-father took that comfortability away and pushed him into something new, and he wasn’t doing so well with new.

like all us lonely, ostracized folks who wanna share a space with people who share like interests, he turned to the internet ! at first, he started uploading on youtube and streaming to get better. he was looking for tips, and hoping others would reach out to help him out. games had become a solace for him when he was growing up, and he hated feeling like he was being torn away from it because he couldn’t find anyone to connect with. what his bad gameplays actually brought him was a community of people who liked that he just enjoyed the game for what it was without worrying about being the best. they laughed when alongside him as he managed to die for the fourth time in ten minutes, they cheered when he managed to win a match by pure luck, and they felt comforted knowing there was someone out being bad at games and having fun with like most of the game players at home. he had created a space for players of any level to just have fun and not have to worry about the pretentious ridicule from others in the community.

after having that realization he completely embraced the brand he unintentionally created and the upward success. his parents are super proud of him and brag about his career all the time. of course, he’s insanely active on social media always posting but he’s especially active in his discord servers and in the comments of his posts because he really does love engaging with his community. he loves collaborating with smaller creators and pushing the notion that gaming should be fun and relaxing. and never cruel.

━━━━━━━━━ H E A D C A N O N S :

he absolutely ADORES music. could be the adhd but he often has to have it on in the background when he’s playing games no matter what. during his streams he’ll have a 15 minute dance party with viewers to hype himself up before playing. also enjoys learning gg dances and tiktok dances on stream. he’s actually a pretty good dancer too but you won’t catch this man in a class. closest he gets to sweating is when he plays just dance and takes it very seriously, obviously.

sza’s number one fan. if he could uproot his life to become her groupie he’d do it without hesitation.

He’s a cosplayer!!! Very serious about it to, he’s invited to hella conventions to host cosplay contests and has talks with some of the most famous cosplayers in the game. He thinks the craft is really cool and is super proud of the work he does. His current favorite cosplays to do are: Sidon from botw/totk, Childe, Itto & Zhongli from Genshin Impact, Levi Ackerman from Attack on Titan, and Tuxedo Man from Sailor Moon.

the gaming chair he has is really just for show, because he stands almost immediately whenever he’s playing games bc he panics. spends a lot of time walking in laps around his room whenever he does something more stupid than usual in game.

he doesn’t really have “gaming rage” he finds it more funny if anything. that doesn’t mean there’s no shouting, there’s a lot of shouting, it’s just not angry and vile. It’s a lot of laughter and a lot of begging, but whenever he’s playing horror games his spanish comes out. he’s been living in chile for 16 years so the language is second nature to him he just blurts it out very passionately, very terrified. It’s very funny.

absolutely hates horror games, he has a gentle heart, but he also has fomo and a curious mind so he plays all of them that are requested. especially since his fnaf videos skyrocketed his career forward. He actually had a cameo in the fnaf movie as the security guard in the beginning of the movie, and yes his fear was very real and yes it’s one of the coolest thing he’s ever done.

has a fortnite skin and locker bundle and it’s his pride and joy he loves it so much. Will brag about it whenever he gets a chance, so give him a CHANCEEEEEE.

does not pull at ALL. he simply does not know how, and does not know when anyone is interested in him so he really is just out here spinning like a ballerina with his steam deck in one hand and his switch in the other.

Has a pet turtle named after his queen, his icon, the goddess he preys to: urbosa from the legend of zelda games.

━━━━━━━━━ W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S :

A vampire by olivia rodrigo esque plot where arlo is just used for money, status, company ( dont know why youd want that BUT FDKGIJKODFUKHJIS We can plot ), but he’s very gullible so he believed that it was real and it was fine but they only ever came around when it benefited them, never wanted to talk about anything he was interested in or any problems he had was basically just so awful to him and it took him way too long to get the picture honestly UFIJDKSFUFIJSKO

FESTIVAL PARTNER. This would be someone he goes to musical festivals with, like all the festivals. It doesn’t matter where in the world it is or how last minute it is, if there’s a festival they’ll get tickets and catch the flight, rent the car, etc. It’s led them on so many great adventures and they’ve landed in some very funny situations because of it. Just an all around great time.

ROOMMATES !!!! I think its funny if they didn’t know arlo was a streamer when they agreed to move in and so are shocked when he’s not only home all the time but shouting at top volume at 4am. He’d definitely try to convince them to game with him, and try bribes. He’s always ordering food bc he cant cook so at least he’s eating good.

Influence/Celeb/Socialite frenemy. I’d like to see him in a collab contract for a clothing company, or energy drink, or something influencers are paid insane amounts to promote, but they can’t stand each other BKJFGKODUHFIJKOS Arlo is notoriously hard to work with because he doesn’t find the work fun so he pouts a lot until it gets fun and then he can manage but only for a little bit because he’d rather be doing something else so I can see them bickering a lot but at the end of the day they’ll stand up for one another if they think they’re being mistreated.

#smhqintro #ANOTHER LONG ONE IM SORRY #DUFISJKODFSIJFKDSIJFKODL

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Hiii may i ask if u can write a kakucho fic like how you write about ran and i’m really obsessed with it! LOVE your writing style. Can you make one about a yandere y/n joining bonten because of how strong and reliable u are and kaku being inlove with u the moment u walked in to the room when mikey introduced u.. and ran having crush on u as well and tries to make u his but y/n only has eyes for kaku kun🥰🥰🥰 they end up together ofc✨✨

A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you for your kind words <3 At the moment, I am busy with my current writing projects BUTTTT this is such an interesting idea that my brain came up with a story :D. I haven’t written a yandere theme reader before, hopefully I represent [Y/n] well!

You Belong with Me

Characters: Bonten!Kakucho x Yan!Reader (G/N, no pronouns)

Warnings: Dark Content [MDNI, 18+ ONLY], cursing, violence (threats, kicking, stepping, blood, severed finger, fighting, breaking bones), love at first sight, brief mentions of Izana (possibly manga spoilers?), yandere reader, stalking, obsession and unrequited feelings (not Kakucho).

Special Thanks: My Editor Bestie (EB) for proofreading and being my beta reader.

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“Does anybody know what this impromptu meeting is about?” Mochi asks once the executives are seated. Everyone received an early morning message from Mikey to be in the conference room at exactly 8 AM. Did someone fuck up a mission or was there another traitor in the organization? Whatever it is, this meeting might not be good.

No one seems to know what this is about, but the chattering stops when Mikey’s commanding presence appears in the conference room. “I have an announcement to make.” Everyone closely pays attention to Mikey’s words. “We have a new executive on the team that is joining today.” Their eyes widened, why did Mikey suddenly recruit a new executive? Were they not up to Mikey’s standards? No, that can’t be it because they would all be dead by now if that’s true. This new executive must’ve done something that caught Mikey’s interest. He is not an easily impressed person. Then there are firm knocks on the door, “Enter.”

The doors open, everyone glues their eyes to see who this new executive is. The clacking of your shoes echoes the room, however there is one executive who’s heart is racing… Kakucho. The moment he lays his eyes on you, it feels as though he is in a beautiful daydream. The way you stride into the room with such confidence and gracefulness, your appearance is refined but most of all, it is your eyes. When you meet his gaze, there’s fire in them that ignites the burning flames in his heart. He’s not one to believe in love at first sight, but you are the first to change his beliefs.

What Kakucho fails to notice is that his fellow executive, Ran shares the same interest. Though his feelings are not quite as strong as Kakucho, but he is captivated by you. Your perfect features and fortitude makes him want to ruin you. It’s been awhile since someone caught his attention, he’s got to have you and put another notch on his bedpost.

You stand next to Mikey with a levelheaded attitude and break into a charming smile. “This is [Y/n] [L/n].” Mikey continues your introduction, Kakucho thought it a heavenly name. “You guys can introduce yourselves later, we still have that contract we need Ryosuke to sign.” Mikey’s black orbs land on Kakucho, “Kakucho, take [Y/n] and Ran with you and make sure to get him to sign it. I don’t care what it takes.”

“Yes, Mikey.” Kakucho is discreetly excited he has first dibs to be working with you even though Ran is tagging along.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Your voice is like music to his ears. “We’ll make sure to get him to sign that contract this time.” Your self reliant attitude makes Kakucho feel like he can do anything.

“Can’t wait to see what you can do, [Y/n] chan.” Ran’s playful lazy smirk appears as he stands up with Kakucho and is ready to meet Ryosuke again. Last night's meeting didn’t go well and Ryosuke refused to cooperate.

“I’m sure my actions will speak louder than my words.” You match his playfulness, Ran is determined to make you his. You will be so much fun to play with. The three of you take the elevator down to the lobby and find the usual security guards to have bruises on their faces. Kakucho and Ran thought it was strange because they didn’t have those bruises when they came into the conference room earlier.

In the car ride, Kakucho feels a bit left out as you and Ran are having an easy going conversation. He wants to say something to get your attention too but he’s afraid his shyness would make him stutter or say something idiotic. He wants to show you he’s easy to talk to as well. But your radiating presence makes it difficult for him to speak. This is the only moment he would ever feel jealous of Ran.

“So [Y/n] chan,” Ran takes his downturned eyes off the road to take a side glance, “how did you impress Mikey into making you one of the executives?” Kakucho looks into the rearview mirror, he is too wondering what you did to impress him. There has to be a reason why Mikey chose you.

A sly smile spreads across your plump lips, “Now now, that’s between me and Mikey. If you really want to know, why don’t you ask him?” Ran scoffs, Mikey is full of secrets and will never utter a word about anything.

Ran pulls into the parking lot of the club Ryosuke owns, the three of you step out of his car and approach the entrance. The security guard sees the Bonten tattoo on Ran’s neck and immediately notify you that Ryosuke is not in the club. Before Kakucho or Ran can say anything, you knock the security guard down and step on his back, digging your heel into his lower back. He is screaming in pain as you shove the side of his face into the pavement. Kakucho’s heart beat is pounding, now he understands why Mikey chose you.

You are so strong and ruthless. Your swift movements are exhilarating and almost majestic. Your hair even reminds him of his old king, Izana Kurokawa. No wonder, he was instantly in love with you. You are similar to him.

“Tell me where the fuck he is.” Your tone changes, sending shivers down the security guard’s spine. Even the look in your eyes has altered. “For every minute you don’t talk, I will break every bone in your spine until you become a useless piece of shit.” The heel of your shoe is dangerously about to break a bone. “I suggest for you to start talking while I am feeling generous.” The security guard blabbers about Ryosuke's location. “Wow,” Your eyes widened in amazement, “you are the worst security guard ever. You should really consider finding another job.” Ran is barking in laughter, you step on his face before heading back to Ran’s car to go to Ryosuke’s real location.

“That was amazing, [Y/n] chan!” Ran is showering you with compliments while Kakucho quietly praises you for your quick thinking. He wasn’t sure if you even heard him but then he feels your eyes on him and he makes eye contact with you.

Your soft smile and adoring eyes set his heart ablaze, “Thanks, Kaku kun.” Kakucho’s cheeks are blushing, he wasn’t expecting you to give him a nickname, let alone what he had praised you for. He hopes you continue to call him that.

When you three find Ryosuke’s real location, Ryosuke sets out his men to ambush you three. What a pathetic fucker, who does he think he is to do a surprise attack on Bonten? You and Kakucho have the same stamina and brute strength. The way you fight is an art form, like you’re performing a classical ballet. Kakucho’s mind is occupied with thoughts of you that one of Ryosuke’s men almost hit him in a blind spot. You quickly threw yourself in front of him and took a hard blow that almost knocked the wind out of you.

“[Y/n]!” Kakucho’s chest is aching, how could you have protected him? He should be the one protecting you. He wants to repent for letting you take a hit for him.

“Don’t worry about me.” You still have your fighting spirit, you spit out the blood from your cut lip, “Get to Ryosuke! I got your back!” Kakucho will not let your determination go to waste, his anger fuels his brute strength and fights on while you defend him from behind. You, Kakucho and Ran caught up with Ryosuke and Kakucho seized him. Ran talks to him into signing the contract, initially he refuses until you step on his bloody hand possibly breaking it and he screams in agony. “Yes, scream louder.” Your crazed eyes dilated from adrenaline, “That’s okay if you don’t want to sign it, I will make you sing instead.” You are about to step on his other hand and he sputters to sign the contract. “Geez, should’ve done it sooner instead of hiding like a goddamn coward.” You still have the heel of your shoe on his bloody hand to ensure he would use his other free hand to sign it.

“Thank you!” Your beaming smile brightens the bloody scene and you release his hand from your heel, “A pleasure to be doing business with you, Ryosuke!” Ran and Kakucho are enamored by you. They started walking off but you haven’t moved from your spot.

“[Y/n]?” Kakucho is confused and worried about why you are not following along, “What are you doing? Let’s go.”

“Go on, first.” Your velvety tone sounds so honeyed to Kakucho’s ears, “I just want to have one quick word with him.” Kakucho and Ran take a glance at each other wondering if they should leave you alone with him.

“Ran, go to the car first. I’ll stay here with [Y/n].” Kakucho doesn’t want to leave you, he has to make sure you are okay. You are still injured and he refuses to let anyone take advantage of you. Even if your same stamina and brute strength matches his. He doesn’t want the love of his life to be in harm’s way.

“Don’t be silly, Kaku kun!” You playfully dismiss his kindness. “I won’t be too long, I promise.” Your soft expression is hard for him to say no to you. Why do you have to look at him like that?

“If you are not back by 3 minutes, I’m coming back for you.” Kakucho makes this promise to you and you nod enthusiastically.

“I’ll be back by then.” Kakucho and Ran reluctantly leave you behind, once they are out of earshot. Your demeanor changes into a dangerous and violent aura. Ryosuke knew he was fucked. You smash your shoe into his face and he groans in pain. You continue to kick him, releasing your anger, “You fuckin piece of shit! This is for running away like a stupid fuckin coward.” Each kick is harder than the last, “This is for one of your men almost hurting my Kaku. And this is for having my lip cut on my first day of work.” You did a finishing blow on his ribcage, breaking his lower ribs. “If you pull another stupid fuckin stunt like that,” You yank his hair and pull closer to your face, “I will kill you.” Your crazed eyes scared the shit out of him. You release his greasy hair and wipe your hand on his shirt and start walking back to the car before Kakucho comes looking for you.

“Wai-wait.” Ryosuke weakly calls out to you, you stop but not turn around. “Wha-what about my finger?” Your shoulders start shaking and let out a joyous laughter echoing the warehouse. Then you finally turn your face with an enchanting smile that easily masks your psychopathic personality.

“You really think you deserve your finger back?” He lets out a gasp, how could someone who looks normal as you be a maniac. “Just kidding!” You laugh that is almost childlike again, “Your finger is left with that security guard of yours at your club.” Then you tilt your head to the side with a cute thinking face, “Though I didn’t ice it. So you may not be able to get it reattached. You might want to hurry!” You continue to amble your way out of the warehouse.

When you step outside, you find Kakucho pacing around Ran’s car with a worried expression. How cute, your heart swells with so much love. He stops when he sees you approaching and he meets you halfway. “Are you okay?” He couldn’t help but to cup your cheek and look at the cut on your lip.

“Of course, Kaku kun.” You wish he didn’t have to see you like this. “I am really fine.” You collectively reassure his worries. “Now, let’s go back and show Mikey the signed contract!” You smile, though you can feel the burning cut by smiling.

The ride back to Bonten's Headquarter, Ran is openly flirting with you in front of Kakucho. Though he doesn’t like how forward Ran is, he feels like you and him have a connection. Maybe you feel the same way as he does (maybe not as strongly as him). When Ran parks his car in the private underground parking lot, he tries to be all touchy with you.

“Come on, [Y/n] channnnn!” Ran cutely calls your name and opens up his arms, “Let me carry your injured body into the building.”

“My legs can still walk, there’s no need to carry me.” You brush off Ran’s offer, but he persistently wants to touch you in some way. His hand touches your lower back, dangerously close to your ass.

“Don’t be shy,” Ran leans forward and talking huskily into your ear, “I promise I will take care of you.” Kakucho is fuming, how dare Ran touch you so vulgarly. You should be treated with respect and be cherished. He is about to step in to pry Ran’s grabby hand off of you but you beat him to it.

“Now now, Ran.” Your voice is sickeningly sweet but that thin smile of yours is not to be messed with, ”It’s impolite to touch someone without their consent.” You strongly take his hand off of you. “One might accidentally break these pretty hands of yours one day.” Ran’s eyes widens in surprise but quickly recompose himself by laughing.

After showing Mikey the signed contract, he nods in approval knowing that this would have been resolved today. Sanzu, Rin, Koko, and Mochi interrogate Ran and Kakucho about how you were on the mission today. Ran is singing you praises while Kakucho watches you disappear into your new assigned office. Fortunately it is next to Kakucho’s. He walks out of the conversation to check in on you.

“Ahh!” He hears you hiss, Kakucho looks inside to see you are dabbing a cotton ball on your cut lip while looking in the mirror. He saunters into your office without you noticing and takes the cotton ball from you. “Kaku kun?” You are a bit flustered to see him.

“Let me help.” Kakucho gently cups your soft cheek then leans forward to clean your cut lip. Your fiery eyes make him feel nervous, but he mustn’t let you know that. He focuses on how pretty your lips are even if there is a cut. Kakucho wonders what kind of kisser you would be. Would you be shy or passionate? Next he notices your scent is pleasant and calming, if he could he would nuzzle his face into your neck. His eyes trail back to your eyes again, they are so daring. He should say something, “I’m sorry you got hurt because of my carelessness.” Your eyes widened in surprise.

“There’s no need for you to apologize.” You shake your hands to reassure him that you were not angry with him. “As long as you are okay, that’s all that matters to me.” How are you so selfless?

“I should look out for you, not the other way round.” His soft smile appears and cheeks are lightly tinted, “But thank you.” Your cheeks are also blushing, how is this man so adorable?

“You’re welcome.” You two share a quiet intimate moment while he cleans your lip. This feels right, being with you brings Kakucho some light in this darkness. He has been stuck in the shroud of blackness after Izana’s death. Kakucho feels he has no purpose and is just letting life pass by. Your glowing aura has broken through and he needs you to stay with him. He vows to protect you and refuses to let anything happen to you.

“Done.” Kakucho carefully tosses the bloody cotton ball into your trash can.

“Thank you.” You both stand there, admiring each other and Kakucho bravely breaks the silence, wanting to be the first to ask you out.

“Do you want to go out?” Your eyes dilated, he wasn’t sure if your reaction was a good thing and continued to ramble while averting his gaze, “I-I mean, to have lunch. You know, since it’s uh lunch time. I’m-I’m sure you are hungry from all that fighting. You don’t have to if you don’t-” You gently place your hand on Kakucho’s cheek for him to look at you again.

“I would love to go out with you, Kaku kun.” His chest feels light and easy, “Do you want to go to XX?” Kakucho is surprised that you suggested his favorite place.

“Sure, I’ll drive us.” Kakucho is discreetly elated to go out on a date with you and so quickly. Maybe soon, he will be able to confess his love for you. In your mind, you feel all your hard work has finally paid off…

What Kakucho didn’t know is that you had been stalking him for about 6 months. You’ve happened to cross paths in a passing glance. He didn’t notice you, but you obviously did. You thought he was the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. Without realizing, you secretly started to follow him. You’ve learned he was from a dangerous crime organization called Bonten and he is no. 3. You needed to be closer to him somehow, you felt compelled to get stronger. You’ve watched him train at a gym, finding out his favorite food, what his hobbies are, where he lived, and you learned about his respect for his old leader, Izana Kurokawa. During those 6 months, you changed your hair color to match Izana’s hair color and trained yourself to become stronger, ruthless, and to show no mercy when you fight.

Last night, you discreetly followed Kakucho and Kokonoi to Ryosuke’s club. You overheard their private conversation and found out Ryosuke refused to sign the contract. Kokonoi was frustrated and Kakucho tried to persuade him but Ryosuke didn’t give in. Your hand turned white as you clenched your fist. How dare Ryosuke refuse Kakucho’s offer. He should be grateful Kakucho would even talk to this fucker. Once you saw Kakucho out of sight, your legs began to move to the VIP section and approach Ryosuke.

Your alluring presence didn’t raise any red flags and you charmed him enough to be invited into his booth. When you had the chance, you tugged his hair and slammed his face into the glass table several times. His guards raised their guns at you and you grabbed a big glass shard threatening to cut Ryosuke’s throat if they pulled the trigger. Ryosuke asked what you wanted from him, you demanded him to agree to sign that contract from Bonten. He couldn’t understand why you wanted him to do that and so you used the glass shard to cut one of his fingers. He was screaming in agony, the guards were in shock and didn’t know what to do. You threaten to cut more of his fingers if he doesn’t reach out to Bonten. He swore that he would call Bonten to sign the contract.

You told Ryosuke if doesn’t sign, you would break more of his useless fat fingers. As a safety deposit, you kept his finger and if he less incompetent, maybe he'll be able to get it reattached. When you left the VIP section with his bloody chubby finger, you felt someone was following you. This was a strange feeling. You were never the one to be stalked. You led your stalker to an abandoned arcade and your stalker revealed himself to be Mikey.

“You’re … you’re Manjiro Sano.” You never thought to be face to face with the man himself. For as long as you stalked Kakucho, you were well aware how intimidating this man is. You knew how strong Mikey was and you know your own limits. You would never win a fight against him. You felt a bit nervous, was he angry that you interfered with Ryosuke? You couldn’t tell from his empty dark pupils.

“What is your goal?” Mikey questioned you and took a seat on one of the stools. “You have been following Kakucho’s tail for quite some time. Why would someone like you get involved with us?” He also couldn’t get a read on you either, you appeared to be ordinary.

“To be closer to Kakucho.” You brazenly answer him, you knew better to tell him the truth. “I will do anything for Kakucho and make him be one of your top men. Whatever is important to him, it is important to me too.” Mikey’s eyes narrowed.

“You would blindly follow his path? That’s stupid of you.”

“I could say the same for your right hand man, Sanzu. Yet you let him stay by your side.” Mikey’s eyes were no longer narrowed, “I am infatuated with Kakucho, I would do anything to be with him. If you want, I can cut my own finger to prove my loyalty to him and a promise that I won’t get in Bonten’s way.” Mikey remained quiet, you were not sure what was on his mind.

“It would be a waste.” Your eyes widened, you weren’t sure if cutting your own finger would be a waste or you are a waste of his time and he'll just kill you on the spot. “If you want to be by his side, you should be part of my executive team.” Your ears were ringing, you weren’t sure if you heard him right. “Your strength and ruthlessness reminds me of my brother.” From what you learned from Kakucho, Izana is Mikey’s half brother (well not by blood). “Based on how you handled Ryosuke, I could tell you are reliable too.” You couldn’t believe Mikey was actually praising you. If you impressed Mikey, would Kakucho be impressed too? “Come join my team.” He extended his thin arm out for you to take his offer.

“If I join… will you tell Kakucho about my feelings?” You didn’t want Mikey to tell Kakucho about your stalking and obsession with him.

“As long as your feelings for Kakucho do not bring him in any harm’s way, it’s none of my business.” You let out a sigh of relief, then you extended your arm out to shake his hand. Based on the handshake, you could feel Mikey’s power. It is no wonder he is one of the most notorious crime leaders in Japan. “Welcome to Bonten. Come meet me at the Headquarters at 7:45 and get yourself situated.”

You couldn’t sleep that night, you were too excited to finally be in the same presence as Kakucho. He will finally notice you and you need to make him yours. The following morning, you walked into Bonten’s Headquarters with light footsteps until the security guards stopped you. You looked like a normal citizen, what business could you possibly have with Bonten? You were not going to let them ruin your day. You’ve beaten their faces until Mikey showed up and you stopped. Mikey informed the security guards you were the new executive for Bonten.

Mikey led you to his office telling you Ryosuke did reach out and offered to sign the contract. He planned for you to go on your first mission with Kakucho but also having Ran Haitani to tag along. You don't care as long as you can be with Kakucho. Mikey informed you to wait outside of the conference room for about 5 minutes before knocking to come into the conference. Your heart is rapidly beating, you made sure your clothes are in order and that you would make a good first impression for Kakucho. When you heard Mikey tell you to enter, you walked into the conference room and your eyes met. You saw the look in his eyes that he was intrigued by you.

You belong with me, Kakucho.

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neobubz · 9 months

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u p d a t e + s t o r y n e w s

so i started writing the next chapter for tension release. i’ve also outlined the rest of the story so hopefully things will go a little faster. i do want to say that the ending is a little open ended. i may write an epilogue but only if i have time and inspiration to write one. so just a warning there may not be an epilogue to the story.

also, since everyone asks in messages yes, prey will get a sequel but it will not be released until sometime in late October. also, just a heads up…the sequel will most likely be just as long and not what you expect ^^ i already planned it out before people asked for a sequel lol so i hope you will anticipate and won’t hate me afterwards. remember it’s just a story, okay? 😘

i’m also planning to release a preview of my story featuring johnny since it’s been sitting in my drafts for too long and i really want to share it with y’all ^^ it will feature jaehyun but he has a minor role in the story (so far 😏 😉)

well that’s it for the updates hope you guys are having a wonderful summer. which story are you excited for? let me know ^^ my dms are always open 💜

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garoujo · 2 years

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Thank you for answering! And your answer isn't disappointing at all! promise! I understand that requests can pressure you. I used to write and when I took requests I hated the pressure it took on me so I fully get it.

Buuuut I wanted to send something that I can't stop thinking about🥺 It's fine if you don't feel inspired by it and don't want to write about it, of course!

So, I can't stop thinking about a make out session with Megumi. Nothing smutty or anything but more soft and loving, you know 🥺 Just a lot of kisses and man's is head over heels and can't take his hands and lips off of you and ugh. Just Megumi in love and not shy to show it, you know? I had a dream about that recently and can't stop thinking about it send help LOL😭

Again, you don't have to write about that of course! 🤍 I hope you don't feel pressured or anything, that's never my intention so I'm sorry if I made you feel like that.

But other than that, thanks for answering and reading and I hope you still have an amazing day/night and don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated! 🤍🤍🫶

nonnie !!! i’m sorry i took so long to reply 2 dis but it’s cause i was adding all the details to my drafts ᐡ ߹𖥦߹ ᐡ a lil sfw megumi piece sounds suuuper cute n i’d luv to write it 4 u < 3 i promise ! it’s coming soon ( hopefully this week if my brain doesn’t betray me ) but i’ll try make sure it’s extra sweet for you ^3^ don’t worry tho i don’t feel pressured at all . i’m kinda excited 2 write more sfw for other characters :’> my satoru bias comes out all the time sorry >////< i hope u have an amazing day . fank yew so much for sharing ur big brain idea w me <333

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Ok firstly new them? Fucks. I love it, it’s kinda subtly Halloween-y n vampire-y but not overtly so so it can stick around for a while v cool v pretty I love the red

Secondly! I love fics with original love interests JDNDKSN I love fics with original chars in general tbh bc like. Giving the reader a life outside of the characters from the original work rlly fleshes them out so much, it just makes them feel so much more alive and vibrant, and oftentimes when people use other chars from the original work to fill whatever role I find myself going “it’s preposterous to think that the reader would know this person too” (unless there’s an explicit reason) n it ruins my immersion pfft so I’m v much down!!! Tho I’m invested in this specific fic anyway u know that kdnfksnf

plu my greatly greatly beloved thank you <333 i am v pleased with it but esp if it has the pluvi stamp of approval bc ur themes are always impeccable??? i had a lot of fun picking it out but you should have seen some of the art where i was like mmmm maybe a little much ksldfjs

exactly exactly you just outlined so much of why i love ocs in reader insert stories! i think it's fun to have canon characters fill roles but sometimes i think it's hard to make it fit, whereas an oc can be more flexible. imo it rlly does add depth to the whole world around it. and i love ocs so,,,yeah. hopefully i can make y'all at least like the oc love interest!!

ksldfjsfd i think you know more about this fic than anyone else so i am glad that you are invested! excited when i finally get to share it!!!

#🪴.ask #pluvi 🌧️#*i* like him so far which is hopefully a good sign #getting some oc pals for this reader too!!

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UR HYUCK FIC IS SO CUTEEE OMG IM SO EXCITED FOR PT 2

Since ur requests are open would it be okay to request one where the (dom) reader ignores his brattiness until he gives in and starts begging them to ride him 🫣

req 1: dom!reader x sub!haechan

wc: 2.4k (yes i’m aware i yap too much)

content warnings: afab!reader, bratty haechan, unprotected sex, handjob, reader ignores haechan, riding, degradation, food mention, one slap, one use of slut, not really edited don’t yell at me

a/n: thank u for liking spur of the moment!!! hope u enjoyyy bc i certainly enjoyed writing this 🫶

you’ve always loved how attentive and touchy your boyfriend is.

he knows how you’re feeling, knowing when to step in or give you the space you need. you’re sure he’s secretly keeps a list of all the things you like and dislike. he always has a hand somewhere on your body, not a part left untouched. you’ve even seen him listen to your favorite songs, fighting against the stubborn thought that his music is the best.

it’s only on days like this where you realize that he might be just a bit too needy.

you’ve been working on a slideshow for a presentation you have to do for class. it’s been sitting on top of your to-do list, but you just can’t help but procrastinate a little. haechan knows that you’ll be working on it, busy with making and memorizing slides. like the good boyfriend he is, he tells you good luck and presses a small kiss to your cheek.

you can’t say that this is entirely his fault, not when you just let him come over. when he sends you a text letting you know that he coincidentally bought your favorite takeout, you just can’t say no to that. you’ve been working on this stupid project all day, you deserve to see your favorite person and eat your favorite food with him.

you can tell when he walks in, takeout in hand, that the air around him feels a little different. you wrap him in a warm embrace and thank him for the food. he happily reciprocates the hug, but he nuzzles his nose to the crook of your neck, then placing a wet kiss there. you send him a quick glare, and he laughs at how cute you look. “no funny business, haechan, you know what i need to do after this.”

he looks shocked and offended, “i can’t believe you think i want anything! maybe this is just who i am as a person,” he says, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to the top of it.

all you can do is huff in his face, “you’re such a weirdo.”

“love it when you’re mean to me, does something crazy to me.”

you almost slam the door in his face.

you both eat together at your apartment's small dining table. he asks you how your project is going and you just sigh, and he looks at you with a sorry face, sharing some of his portion of food with you. you happily accept it, and he asks if he could feed it to you. you quickly deny his offer, and he goes off on a tangent about how he just wants to take care of his baby. you laugh at his antics, and he’s happy that you can feel a little relieved with him around.

once you finish, you both clean up and talk from there. you ask about what he’s going to do (to which he interjects, hopefully you, and you ignore him), if he’s busy tomorrow, and if he has any work to do now. he pulls out his backpack and reaches for his laptop, moving to the coffee table in front of your couch. you join him, and he immediately hugs your side, making happy, high-pitched noises.

you have to forcibly pull him off of you, and before he can whine, you say, “i seriously have to get this done or else i will definitely have to drop out.”

“i know… you just look really good today.”

you let out a small laugh, all you’re wearing is house clothes, having done nothing else. you pat his shoulder and open your laptop back up, your project looking you straight in the eyes. it’s time to lock in.

after only a few minutes of work, you can feel haechan’s attention shift from his work to you. you can feel his eyes trail all over you, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to be subtle or not. with one last look, he bites his lip, shifting in his spot. you ignore him, this project being just a little more important now than haechan trying to get your attention. you hear a small sigh from him, and you type just a little slower.

he goes back to his work, scrolling mundanely through an article. without his distractions, you’re able to get through a few more slides. when you go back to your notes to find a reference, you feel a warm touch on your thigh. you decide to leave it be, you know how he is. the thing is, it squeezes softly before trailing higher up. he let’s his hand sit there, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

if it were any other day, you’d let him continue touching you to see what would happen. but today is different. you reach for his hand and give it a soft squeeze, giving him the attention he happily seeks. he looks up to you with hopeful eyes, and you shake your head at him, returning to your work. you’re sure if you continue like this, he’s surely going to start whining in your ear.

if you knew any better, you would look down to see that he’s getting hard in his sweats. there’s nothing like getting the attention that he wants, but there’s something about you so willing to ignore his actions to do something more important. it sets off a little fire in him, and he will get your attention, no matter what he has to do.

after numerous attempts of haechan trying to get you to look at him and touch him, you’re close to breaking. he sits closer to you, a hand settled by your hip, one hand moving up and groping your chest and tweaking a hard nipple. you swat his hands away and he lets out a little groan of your name like he’d normally do during sex. he tries to shove his fingers into your sweats, and before he can feel how wet you are, you scold him. he only sends a sweet smile your way.

it’s when you’re almost done with the last two slides when he grabs your hand and places it on top of his bulge. he twitches with just the light touch of your hand, and you can feel how hard he is. you slightly scoff, and you squeeze tightly around his length. he moans out and moves to grab your hand again, moving it to below his sweats. you move your hand around his clothed dick once before leaving it there, resuming your work.

he whines out at this and bucks his hips into your hand, encouraging you to touch him again. he can see you scrolling through your notes, realizing that he’s losing to a fucking project. you’re right there, and yet you’re still not looking at him. while he tries to sound serious, his voice comes out whiny and breathless, “fucking move already.”

you smile at your screen, finding some of the last information you need. as a reward, you move to squeeze your fingers around his tip, feeling the small patch of precum making your fingers sticky. he moans out again as his hands move to grip the edge of the table, and you just hum softly in response. your hand moves under his boxers and you squeeze around him again, gaining a satisfactory whimper of your name.

haechan can easily make you touch him, can easily fuck you, but he likes it like this. he feels so small under your touch, so desperate to make you fuck him. and while his inherent brattiness is making this harder for him, the chase of it all makes him much more hornier.

you begin to type with one hand, albeit a little slow, while the other begins to work on haechan. gather his precum to help the slide of your fist. he bucks his hips in your hold, and just for a second, you turn to look at him and let out a small stop, before you continue. he groans out, clearly getting annoyed with your teasing, “i wouldn’t be like this if you would just fuck me already.”

you cock your head at him before you squeeze your fist around him again, “behave, haechan.”

he throbs in your touch, and you can feel the drops of precum spill out of his tip. how badly you want to put your mouth around him, but you still need to finish this. one more slide and only a few more strokes of haechan’s dick before you know he’ll cum. after finding what you need, you focus on him while looking busy. you pump him harder, making whimpers and moans fall from his mouth.

he’s breaking, you think. you can see out of the corner of your eyes that his eyes are tightly shut, tears threatening to slip out of them. he’s like this because of a handjob. when you can feel he’s close, when he calls out your name, you pull away from him, wiping your wet hand onto his thigh to resume your typing. he looks at you, so close to crying, his orgasm being ripped away from him.

you’re feeling quite needy yourself, and you hurry this last slide up, knowing fully well that it’s going to come out bad. there is something more important that you need to attend to, being your boyfriend who’s letting out soft sobs besides you. you can feel how wet you are as you clench around nothing hearing your boyfriend cry out to you.

before you finish up, you hear haechan cry out, “please! i’m sorry! i just- i need you so bad and i c-can’t! please ride me, i want you so bad!”

hearing him, you slam your laptop shut, causing him to jump slightly. you move to quickly sit on his lap and you wipe his tears away, shushing him softly. he looks up at you and you drag your thumb over his lip, and you whisper out to him, “you know how bratty you were being, distracted me from doing my work…”

he nods along to your words, apologies slipping out of his mouth. you can feel his dick twitch under you, and you coo softly at him. he reaches up to kiss you, but you move, causing him to miss and kiss the corner of his mouth. “no baby, you’re gonna get what i give you, i don’t think you deserve such nice rewards.”

he just whimpers, silently begging you to do something. you whisper out a be patient before moving to take off your sweats. he does the same, only pushing his sweats and boxers down to his midthigh. you straddle him again, and he looks up at you with his teary eyes, obedience painted all over his face. you smile sweetly, “if i ride you, will you cum too fast?”

he shakes his head no, but you both know how he is, and seeing him like that gets you off fast. you push your panties to the side, sliding your slick all over his cock. you can feel his tip get caught at your entrance, and his breath hitches, hands moving over to grab onto your ass. you sit yourself up and you position his dick to your entrance properly. in one final act of brattiness, he suddenly pushes you down onto him, causing you both to moan out.

the stretch isn’t bad considering the lack of foreplay on your end, but being sopping wet does help out. you softly moan out, but haechan on the other end can’t stop moaning and whimpering. you take a moment to get used to the stretch, all while haechan is under you, swiveling his hips.

when you begin to move on top of him, his head lolls back onto the couch behind him, eyes shutting, brows furrowed as your pussy sucks his cock in. all you can hear are the high-pitched noises coming out of him and the loud squelch coming from between your thighs. you have to manually grab his hand to move it to your clit, reminding him that it’s not all about him.

his eyes are still shut, fingers making light circles around your clit, and you’re clearly not getting as much out of this as he is. you call out his name, but to no avail. it’s not until you slap his cheek, calling out his name louder that he moans out again and opens his eyes to see you, riding him with an angry look on your face. it feels too much, and he swears he almost cums on the spot.

you can feel him twitching inside of you, his hips beginning to move to help you both out. his thumb lazily begins to move against your clit, and the added stimulation makes it a lot better. “t-too busy focused on yourself, right? you should be thankful i decided to fuck you, you needy slut.”

“yes, thank you! ‘m your needy slut, wanna be yours forever!” he can feel you clench at his words, moaning out to you, begging you to let him cum.

you shake your head, asking him to wait for you to cum first. he bites down on his lip, eyes shutting once more as he tries to fight off his orgasm. this only spurs you on, your hips moving faster, your hands sliding under his shirt and pinching his nipples. his hips jut up into yours, causing a whimper of your name to fall out of his mouth.

haechan hears this, and he feels his dick twitch harshly, a broken moan falling from his mouth, “c-cumming!”

you’re not surprised, quite pleased with the feeling of his cum filling you up. you continue to move on top of him, riding him throughout his orgasm. you don’t stop until he pushes at your hips, crying and trying to force you off of him. you comply, a sly smile on your face as he dazedly watches his cum seep out of your hole. you finally kiss him, and he lets out soft cries of your name between you two.

once he settles down, you move to sit on top of the couch, legs spread open for him. he turns over and seems your cum-filled pussy, his cum spilling out of you. he slowly looks up at you, hearing you say, “are you gonna clean me up, baby?”

he has never moved faster, your attentive boyfriend moving to where you need him most.

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jamesbuckybarnes19174 · 11 months

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mhm i’ll wake you up… i love you my honeybear… so good to me… i love you… i love you forever… *hums, falling asleep*

*wakes up later, gently waking u up* hi baby… i gotta go… gonna take kobik with me, okay? *smiles softly, kissing ur nose* i love you so much… i’ll make sure i send pictures of her, yeah? *kisses u and hugs u* i love you jamie… we’ll see you later, okay? i love you so much… *hugs u again before leaving*

💌voice message to jamie🐺: hi baby… i miss you… kobik n i are both tired *chuckles* bit of an early wake up call for her, so i’m letting her rest in one of the break rooms right now… i hope you get to have some… you time *chuckles* feel like you’ve had to have kobik most of the time, so wanna make sure i’m doing my fair share, you know? i’ll make sure to send you lots of pictures… *hums* i’m excited to come home n be with you though… and i’m off tomorrow so we have some more time to hang out… *chuckles softly* i liked hanging out with you yesterday… i think we had lots of fun *snorts* playing tag *giggles softly* we’ll have even more fun tomorrow, yeah? mmm… anyways, i’m okay, i hope you’re okay… hope you have a good day… i’ll see you at home… i love you…

💌message to jamie🐺: hi :) miss u love u :)💗

💌message to jamie🐺: she’s awake! *sends a picture of kobik looking sleepy, blanket over her shoulders, rubbing her eyes*

💌message to jamie🐺: kobik is having lots of fun in the lab hehe *sends a picture of kobik wearing big lab goggles, smiling*

💌message to jamie🐺: we miss you! *sends a smiling selfie of me and kobik*

💌message to jamie🐺: kobik says this whole lab is full of nerds lol🥲

💌message to jamie🐺: she said it’s a good thing though

💌message to jamie🐺: kobik is excited to go home and tell you all about her day :)

💌message to jamie🐺: i love u :)💗

*wakes up, humming and nods* I love you so much too baby…okay…*kisses and hugs you back tightly* I love you too scout…I’ll see you later…love you so much…*hugs you again, kissing your head then pulls the blankets back over me*

💌voice message to bunny: hey honey…I miss you too…mmm yeah am sure she was pretty sleepy *chuckles* yeah am havin’ some me time….*chuckles* just relaxin’ at home…missin’ you…thinkin’ about you while uh…yeah…*chuckles* mmm ‘m excited for you to come home too…I miss you so much…’m off too baby…we’ll make it a good day…yeah we had lots of fun *snorts* was tag? I don’t remember you taggin’ me back…but was fun catchin’ you baby…I really can’t wait to be with you…miss both of you…I’ll have uh…dinner ready for you two…just gonna make pasta…hopefully ‘s good…hope you’re okay my baby…I’ll see you soon…I love you…

💌message to bunny: hi :) miss you and love you too :)

💌message to bunny: aw she looks so sleepy, baby

💌message to bunny: cute :) make sure she’s careful though *sends a picture of me drinking coffee*

💌message to bunny: I miss you guys too❤️

💌message to bunny: it’s definitely a good thing lol

💌message to bunny: I’m excited to hear :)

💌message to bunny: love you baby :)

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dokiyeom · 1 year

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DORI DEAREST 💔💔😭😭😭💔💔😭😭 mmm i will have a lot of free time & since it's the last trimester of the school year and most exams are alr done, it will be less stressful + more fun so yay! but i will still have to study for my two last exams but i hope i can get more into writing & prepare for uni!! im also planning on throwing a bday party for my 18th bday in april so yayaya 🥳🥳

aww no :( i hope ur doing better and that ur well!! SENIOR TRIP??? hello that sounds so cool ! ive always wanted to go to japan so that just sounds super fun 2 !! no no igu it's the same where i live, u basically only see Dutch people during the holidays because they (+ english tourists) love this area LMAOO

NO NO ITS ALRIGHT HAHA i was only sure because he posted a bunch of other pics without the mask yk so don't be embarrassed 🙏 ok and what if i watch an episode today . what then . BUT YES DO SO!! i love it when people ramble about shows or other stuff 🫡

YAYAY scoups said they would have a cb in april and another one this year during caratland but he didn't mention the exact date so im just patiently waiting for the official announcement 🤭🤭 since im an april baby ill just ask my friends to get me that & ask my 1 kpop fan friend (that sounds funny idk why) to organize it since it's pretty complicated to buy an album with all the versions 👎👎 IM AN ARIES .. or a taurus?? april 20 baby here so it's right between them yk? but i did some research about zodiac signs and personality and bla bla bla && decided im more an aries hihi 😇 also why are u losing ur mind over photoshop im curious, tell me all about it!!

dori dearest indeed :D ykw i should start making individual tags for my moots so i can tag dori dearest on these :DD and aagh excited for u to have free time !!!! i’m vv much looking forward to reading whatever u write !!!

thank uu !! i just hung out w family friends && we had malatang && sukiyaki + milk tea & a strawb matcha chiffon cake that i baked + two whole tomahawk steaks && played sm mahjong !! i don’t have any cousins/extended family where i live,, so my family friends have really grown to feel like my family ?? and i literally love them sm,, like hanging out w them today has absolutely made this month exponentially better :D

&& yesyes im actually going back to japan for a bit next month,, so hopefully i’ll b able to buy some tickets to more popular exhibits n stuff domestically in advance for the trip w my friends :D ticketing there is literally insane if ur buying them internationally omg,,, vv much a nightmare process && DORI UR DUTCH ?? woah omg :000

if u watch an ep,, PLS LMK LMAO i need people to talk to abt hospital playlist bc it’s my literal fav thing ever,, like istg it’s the only thing keeping me sane rn :0 AND ALSO HELLO UR BORN ON 420 && SHARE A BDAY W JAY FROM ENHA,, stop i’m so jealous i literally share a bday w,, noah centineo,,, && aagh i hope it’s released around a time that’s convenient for ur friend to buy the album as a gift for u !!!!! tbh if it’s that time too,, mayb i can find it for slightly cheaper in japan :00

and dori. i’m like. constantly losing my mind over photoshop and sudoku. and digital magazines that require paid subscriptions to read their articles. but photoshop is just,, vv difficult to navigate atm bc i’ve only started using it a month ish ago to learn graphic design !!! so i still have a long way (and many more headaches) to go until im comfy && can use photoshop fluently <//3

#aiyah aya !!#answered (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ #aya's lomls ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡#dori dearest ꒰๑´ᗜ`꒱*›◡‹꒱꒱

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The facts that I hit 600 is mind-boggling. I hit 500 of February of last year, it hasn’t even been and a whole year since I hit my last milestone and now I’ve hit another one??!? I cannot comprehend that, you guys are literally the best.

I also basically went on an unplanned, unannounced hiatus. Before posting “Can You Feel My Love?” the last thing I wrote and posted was for my 2020 Halloween celebration and those were basically little blurbs.

“Falling For You” was my last actual fic and it went up in September of 2020 it’s been more than a year since I wrote something of substance. The gap in activity was due to some big life events that happened to me in late 2020 and 2021 and I was so so scared that I had hit my peak as a writer all the way back then before all of my life stuff happened.

I was sacred to get back into writing because I put so much pressure on myself to make my gap in content to justifiable and worth it. I felt that if I didn’t come back with 10K word fic that was just so beautiful and wonderful that my break wouldn’t have been ‘okay’ in the eyes of all of you guys.

But as I posted again you all proved me wrong. The response to “Can You Feel My Love?” has been so positive and it’s done a lot to soothe my writing anxiety. Quite frankly, after seeing your responses I feel a little silly for feeling the way I felt at all.

What I’m trying to say, if my long long ramblings are too much for you to comprehend, is thank you. I basically sat on my ass and cried and posted zero fics for more than a year and you guys still showed me so much love in the form of like, reblogs, asks, and being amazing friends.

I am so grateful for every single one of you and I have no idea how I will ever be able to repay you for all the love and joy every single one of you have brought to my life.

xoxo, quill

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not me remembering the 7 (8 if u count the bonus) angsty hotch storyline that i planed wayyyy back in july

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tell me something good. i’ve a had a rough day today

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WHY WAS EVERYONE IN TOPGUN MAVERICK HOT

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My #1 post of 2022

my lover is the sea

aaron hotchner x reader

a/n: so this is the first of what will (hopefully) be many installments of call of the ocean. i already have a second part knocking around in the ole google doc and i’m really excited to share everything with yall! please let me know if you spot any errors because full disclaimer this fic was started more than a year ago and has been very slowly pieced together with little bits of tape

masterlist | call of the ocean master list (coming soon)

It is the peak of summer when you first meet him. The sun feels impossibly hot for this time of year and it makes for an incredibly miserable trip to the market.

You normally wouldn’t even go into town when the sun is blazing its fury on the earth, but you have it on good authority that the cargo ship that just docked has a little something special for you.

When you get to the town center it is already filled with rowdy sailors elated to be on dry land, making the already crowded market even more cramped and your thin patience even thinner. But, if you weren’t jostled and elbowed to high hell and if the sun hadn’t made your skin sickly hot, you would be rather endeared by their eagerness.

Even though your days at sea are long behind you, you remember what it felt like a hot meal at a tavern for the first time in ages. You remember what it was like to have salt in your hair and what it was like to see deep blue everywhere you looked.

The thought of the ocean tugs at a familiar feeling in your chest, one that you should have buried down a long time ago.

You were never good at letting things go.

Shaking off your thoughts you finally start to push your way through the crowd and to your destination, a little stall right in the center of the market, yet tucked away protected by the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

A cheerful call catches your attention, it’s the stall’s owner, one Miss. Penelope Garcia. She motions you over with a wave of her hand, excitement clear on her face.

“Come, come! It came and just as you requested, and it looks beautiful,” her voice cuts through the crowd loud and clear and you push even harder through the crowded market to make your way to her.

It seems that Penelope’s excitement is too great for her to simply stand still and wait for you to make your way to her market stall and she meets you halfway moving through the crowd with an “excuse me, excuse me! Coming though, please sir move, I have to- ”

Her words are cut off with an ecstatic squeal when she finally reaches you and immediately takes your hand to pull you through the throngs of people. Navigating the crowd with the same ease as she did before she deposits you, safe and sound, in front of her market stall.

“Oh my darling it is so nice to see you again!”

“It’s nice to see you too Penny,” you tell her as she reaches for a little paper wrapped package.

“Here it is, all nice and snug just as you requested,” she says pushing your package to you, “I hope you don’t mind, I had a little peak. I just couldn’t help myself.”

You give her a warm smile and assure Penelope that it’s okay, her curiosity will always be her downfall.

Your fingers shake slightly as you move to unwrap the package. Whether it’s out of excitement or fear you don’t know, but the drumming in your chest only intensifies when you finally tear through the paper wrapping to reveal a thick book, worn with age.

The Morrowson’s Compendium of Earthly Creatures, the beautiful leather bound cover reads. Flipping through its worn pages you see that it’s inside is littered with colorful illustrations.

“Thank you Penny,” the words come out breathless, your voice soft with awe, “it’s exactly what I was looking for.”

She gives you a blindingly cheerful grin, “anything for you my lovely.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and you begin to make your way through the market to your next destination. As excited as you are to go home and turn through the gilded pages of your new book you still have some shopping to do.

Your mind is always on the book though, thoughts never drifting away from its worn cover and colorful illustrations as you look over vegetables for blemishes and examine cuts of meat.

Lost in your thoughts you end up running into a fair amount of people which in turn causes many angry exclamations to be thrown your way. You just mutter your apologies and scurry past them, desperate to finish up and go home.

As you finish up at the bakery and start to finally head back home you run into yet another person.

Only this time you’re not able to get away with a halfhearted mumbled apology. Your things spill to the ground, rolling every which way and you have to scurry to pick them up lest they get snatched up by an unsavory passerby.

It isn’t until you have brushed all the dirt off your clothes that you think to even check to make sure you have all your things. Your first instinct is to reach for the book that should be tucked snugly away into your basket-

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

looking at her is kind of bittersweet. i wish i spent more time on here you know?

I still stand by My lover is the sea though, like read it pls if you haven't yet. I'm very very proud of her

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚘𝚑"

PART 8: CAT BOYS

... it’s late into the night and y/n is streaming with one of her new friends, sykkuno. running on caffeine and redbull is apparently not enough because she falls asleep on his shoulder 45 minutes into their cyberpunk gameplay. at that exact moment, twitter goes up in flames.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (because i was threatened by thirsty anons) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 1.8k author’s note: here it is...what yall been asking for. literally had to add a new part for this but i loved this idea sm i couldnt just nOT NOT do it. i tried writing this with the same energy as the smau lmao so expect chaos as always. hope you enjoy it and as always lmk what u think! hopefully yall wont go too feral, but tbh thats prolly too much to ask for xx EDIT: srr for the fucky format tumbler dot com is being lame

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Such a back and forth continues for the better part of the day as you get ready. Corpse only whines a bit when you forget to text him back - you are packing, and your prestigious cat ears you bought from Amazon for 10$ deserve exquisite care - which only fuels your seemingly bottomless hunger for mischief, leading to you sneakily ignoring him more. When your phone lights up with a message, you giggle, giddy with excitement. Your laughter only gets louder and more erratic, to the point where Rae had busted down your door and threw her Hello Kitty plush at you - one you’d gotten her, mind you! - and told you to just “Shut the fuck up!”

Ungrateful. You know not everyone can appreciate your sense of humor, or stand your hyena like cackle, but that was uncalled for and you told her as much. Noting the mess your room is in (more than usual, that’s for certain), she leans onto the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest, pretty brown eyes twinkling curiously, “Where you off to?”

“So I had this idea-” You start, but are promptly shut down with a raise of her palm.

“Already know it’s a bad one.”

Insulted, and hurt, you clutch your heart. As if she had not mocked you enough today, “Rae...The hell, that’s so mean...” You mutter, face scrunching into a soft frown, “I only wanted to tell you what me and Syk thought of.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, she raises a brow, “Continue.”

“Gee, thanks for letting me this time.” You mumble, rolling your eyes, “So. We thought we’d stream together. The catch? In the same room! We’ll be playing Cyberpunk. Gotta cash in while the hype is still up.” You add, making her snort, “And, ya know, the whole cat boy business...We’ll be wearing matching cat ears. Admit it, I’m a genius.”

She’s quiet for a moment, mulling over your words; you can practically see the gears in her head turning. She glances around the room, then briefly at you, strangely apprehensive. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Well, that is definitely not what you expected her to say. You figured it’d be more along the lines of you’d be one ugly cat. “Huh?” Is all you manage to stutter, “What do you mean?”

She gives you a look, one all people give when something is so plainly obvious, “Y/n. You do know the stans will go wild, right? And you do remember our conversation involving Corp-”

“Nope!” You exclaim cheerily with a bright smile to match. You don’t want to think about that. The relationship between you and Corpse is strictly platonic, and besides, seeing Twitter loosing their shit is always funny, and you never miss an opportunity to mess with your fans. Sykkuno is also a good friend, albeit a new one. This supposed flirting from Corpse’s end Rae deduced was nothing more than her projecting her feelings onto the situation. She always liked shoujo anime and was probably thinking one was happening right in front of her. Not a chance. Corpse was just being a friendly crackhead. Your energies mesh beautifully.

Like, beautifully in a strictly friend way. Absolutely nothing more than that.

She gives up, naturally, arguing with a wall would be more productive than arguing with you. You’re such a (Zodiac sign).

“Well,” She mumbles, ticking her head to the side, leaning off of the door frame and turning to leave, “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

Your grin melts as soon as she leaves. Glancing at your bag, you shove your last necessities in with newfound hesitance.

Nothing bad will happen, right?

...Right?

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It is well past the generally set “appropriate” time to hang out, but since quarantine, what is appropriate anymore anyway? You’ve never been in Sykkuno’s apartment, but now that you’re here it’s...strangely him. Every corner seems tailored to his specific requirements. It’s cozy, and pleasantly warm - it’s a bit chilly in LA, as surprising as that is.

He’s even shyer than you remember him being. And a whole lot more awkward, but in an endearing way, a way that makes you want to laugh and try to reassure him that it’s just you and he has nothing to worry about. While you hung out only once, the history you share is rich and tender. From him following you on Twitter and subsequently prematurely ending your stream, to kidnapping a stray cat affectionately named Juan. His long lost brother, Juan (no the Second, just Juan), lives in your Minecraft server.

His stream room is sadly bare. There’s an appalling lack of merch or fairy lights. Not even led-lights. It’s a good thing you brought your own. As you try to decided which color would be best - his signature lime green, reminiscent of his adorable Among Us astronaut, or, perhaps, mischievous violet? - he boots the game and tweets out a quick “streaming with y/n in ten mins! come one come all!”

“You should probably tell your fans, too.” He mumbles, looking somewhere above your shoulder. You settle with cherry blossom pink. Glancing at him, you shrug.

“Ah, do it for me, please?”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Uhm, I wouldn’t want to pry and I don’t know your password and-”

“It doesn’t have a password.” You had removed it, knowing something like this would happen. Bless your foresight, you did not want him to know it was demonspiitinmymouth. Before he could protest further, you rush to the nearest mirror to put on your cat ears and make sure they aren’t crooked. You look absolutely adorable. The cat boys in your dms will go feral. Hell, you might just go feral looking at yourself! Sykkuno is not ready. No one is. This will be a stream to remember.

When you return (with flourish of course), he’s anxiously fidgeting by his computer, his own little cat ears, one’s he wore for the Halloween stream, peaking out from his silky brown hair. You have to suppress a squeal. When he catches you gaze he gives the kindest, sweetest little smile.

“They, uh--” He points at you, then decides it’s rude to point, bringing his hand back to his lap, then clutching his mouse, lastly releasing a sound stuck between a chuckle and a wheeze, “suit you, uhm, a lot!” He finishes with a resolute nod, quickly spinning in his chair and away from you.

This is the reaction you desired. All is going according to plan. Is this what God feels like? If not, then you pity her. She’s missing out.

Taking a seat next to him - he had been gracious enough to haul you a spare chair from the kitchen - you draw closer, and he, instinctively, shrinks away with another nervous chuckle.

“You have, uhm... I-I didn’t look!” He quickly chimes. You raise a brow, “Uhm, unopened messages? From Corpse? He texted you when I was tweeting! I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry-”

Instantly, you recall the famous vine with the scandalous “daddy chill” line, though refrain from saying it aloud. You love havoc, but you’re not evil (Rae would ardently disagree with you, though). Instead, you just shrug, “’S fine, don’t worry. I’ll text him back later. Let’s start?”

He nods, but doesn’t look at you. Granted, you don’t think he glanced at you even once since you returned, “...Okay. Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You’re much too immersed into the game and Sykkuno’s twitch chat to even check what’s happening on Twitter, but your estimated guess is that everyone’s going crazy. The stream chat is unruly as well, but missing the signature Twitter spark. Most of the chaos is bravely lead by your fans. Sykkuno’s, much like the man himself, are too nice to scream so unabashedly.

Perhaps you excitement had been a bit too taxing, perhaps drinking 5 coffees and 2 energy drinks today and not enough water are to blame for the sudden drowsiness you’re feeling, but you can’t focus on the swimming chat or the abundance of cut-scenes at the starting point of the game. You steadily draw nearer and he, more composed in front of his audience, doesn’t react. About ten more minutes of hoovering by his shoulder and muttering soft commentary, and you feel yourself slipping.

The last coherent thought you have is a few choice words directed at caffeine itself for having the opposite effect of you at the worst time possible.

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You float in oblivion for perhaps ten minutes at best. Once you awake with a startle, you shower Sykkuno in shy apologies and he quickly reassures you that it’s fine and that he didn’t mind at all!

“Though,” He adds after a thoughtful pause, “not sure if it was very, uh, comfortable?”

His stream chat spams uwu and variations of similar kind. The stream continues for a few more hours before the both of you wish everyone a good night.

While you planned on wreaking absolute havoc, this sudden falling asleep was unexpected. You pondered the consequences of such an innocent, unplanned act whilst ubering home, fearing to check your phone which by now was blowing up with not only Twitter notifications but also Rae’s angry messages that vaguely read “what the fuck y/n”. Within the past two hours she had left 57 messages on all platforms collectively, including 7 calls.

Corpse’s last text was over three hours ago.

Now that’s strange. Worry festers quickly. Briefly glancing at your surroundings - the pretty glimmer of passing street lights, neon signs, familiar buildings - you decide that it’s time to check what kind of nuclear explosion you’ve caused.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach as you scroll past the hundreds of tweets and mentions. Scan through Rae’s messages.

You had failed to prepare ahead. Every explosion of such kind is followed by nuclear winter. And Corpse’s lack of messages feels especially cold.

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Not you smiling like a fucking idiot reading his last message! You shrink into the backseat, afraid the driver will accidentally look into the rear-view mirror and see you a bit too happy before asking questions. Good news? Yeah, but it’s not like it’s his any beeswax! In the words of Rihanna, just shut up and drive.

This argument had not yet happened, but you’re preparing, just in case.

As you think up of potential scenarios, your eyes drill into Corpse’s goodnight text. You’ve looked at it enough. Time to turn the phone screen off. Leave the app, at the very least. When the screen dims you instantly press on it to wake it up. This is embarrassing. Maybe the deadly amount of caffeine really did mess you up, big time. Your heart races in your chest, painfully almost. You feel a bit sick. Worst of all, you can’t stop smiling.

A notification from Rae makes you snap out of it. Ah, one more demon to deal with.

However, before you talk to her, you really need to tell Twitter that you’re not with Sykkuno. And apologize to Sykkuno as well.

At least Corpse doesn’t hate you.

Fucking hell, just exit the chat you idiot!

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