#it's like 2:30 am i did this in a rush and it looks like hot garbage but honestly idc anymore

[super-nowa-art]

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#one piece #fanart #comic #istg nami is fighting for her life trying not to have an aneurism #then she turns to law thinking he'll be the rational ally she needs #and he is.....also wearing a fake mustache #and the worst thing is??? IT WORKS #luffy is in the tournament like gum gum bitch and everyone still goes oh wow who is this mysterious person #i love these stupid fucks #also omg franky's braids.... slay king go off #it's like 2:30 am i did this in a rush and it looks like hot garbage but honestly idc anymore #we cried ourselves to sleep yesterday the standards are not high right now

[mavrintarou]

[Daddies in December] Haitani Ran

Out of all the Ran stories I've read, he is nothing like what I picture. So fair warning, my vision of Ran might be vulnerable, a little dirty, but hot as hell. This is super long, I spent all day yesterday and most of today on this.

Warning: angst, fluff & smut.

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Haitani Ran knew he was a man of many things but being a father was not one of them.

His lifestyle did not have room for fatherhood.

No matter how many ways he looked at it, it would never work out.

It was in the best interest of him and Y/n to go their way regardless of Y/n’s protest of having hoped to make it work.

It will just not work.

She was never meant to mean something to him, let alone a child they both created by accident.

He could not deny the tiny joy he felt burning when he discovered her pregnancy but had to put out the flame immediately.

After ignoring calls and visits, Ran was left with the last resort.

It was in the heat of the moment when Y/n appeared at his club unexpectedly. Ran could see the shock in her eyes from across the room and he took the opportunity to whisper something into the woman beside him. She excitedly turned to him and he reached for her face, pressing his mouth to hers in a heated kiss.

It disgusted him to the core and the longest three seconds of his life. He pulled away and turned his heels, pulling the woman by her hand, and disappeared into the VIP hallway.

That was Y/n’s last straw.

Her calls and visits ceased.

No one and nothing would prepare him for a broken heart.

He was Haitani Ran, he had been shot at, stabbed, and beaten to almost death.

But the pain of Y/n erasing herself out of his life hurt more than all those things combined.

All he had left now was the memories they had in the past.

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He felt no pain as his knuckles were busted and bloody from repeatedly plugging into the lifeless body he held by the collar.

He was just about to throw another blow when the man was saved by the ringing of the phone.

Releasing the man, Ran picked up his phone. “What?” he barked.

“She’s in labor.”

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His thumb swiped over the image on his screen of the chubby sleeping infant.

A girl.

He was a father to a baby girl.

It took everything in him not to rush to the hospital she was at and burst into the room to pull them both into his arms.

Even though neither of them had spoken in months, Ran ensured she was taken care of from afar. It pissed him off that the money he sent her went untouched and knew Y/n purposedly refuses to use it to irk him.

The one thing she could not prevent him from doing was the man he hired to protect her and reporting back to him with her every move.

She had an ultrasound appointment today at 2:30. Results show that the gender of the baby is a girl.

At approximately 12:45 AM, she left for the nearest open convenience store and purchased a variety of snacks and junk food.

She had a breakdown watching Sailor Moon.

Ran flipped through the many photos he received from K. He didn’t know how the man was able to take some photos up close and as if he was there in person but he didn’t question the man’s skill. Ran paid him well and he expected nothing but the best.

He was still waiting to hear back from K about what Y/n had named his daughter.

His daughter.

Chuckling like a maniac, he reprimanded himself. What right did he have to claim her as his daughter when he abandoned them?

Ran quickly sat up and ignored the annoying voice in his head when he saw the three dots appear by K’s name.

K: she named your daughter Fuyumi. She has her mother’s last name.

Ran gave his message a thumbs up, acknowledging his message.

Why had he expected that Y/n would give their child his last name?

Reaching for his cigarettes, he was about to light one when he froze, remembering he quit because… he had not wanted to give his child and Y/n second-hand smoke.

Even if he was nowhere near them.

Grabbing the pack of cigarettes and lighter, he tossed it into the garbage.

Leaning back against his couch, he is once again, drowning in his own doing.

Mikey and Rindou have scolded him for making such a pathetic decision to end their relationship. He would never admit that hearing Mikey saying that he would never give up his woman regardless of his lifestyle.

But the damage was already done.

His phone dinged with another message.

Reaching over, he frowned when the notification was from K again, this time of an image.

He tapped on the image, waiting for it to load.

Ran sat up quickly, zooming in on the picture. His eyes scanned the document repeatedly.

For the first time, his heart warmed.

On the official documents of his daughter’s birth certificate, her middle name is listed as Haitani.

He didn’t realize he was smiling like a fool as he pressed down on the image with his thumb and hearted the photo.

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His daughter was a splitting image of her mother and Ran thanked the Gods for it. The two things she inherited from him are his distinctive violet-hue eyes and blond hair. In some photos K sent her eyes sometimes changed, showing that she also inherited her mother’s blue eyes, sometimes a mixture of blue-violet.

Tapping the screen, he saved all these photos, adding them to the designated folder he created for his daughter.

His phone dinged and it was a message from Mikey, an image.

Ran’s eyes widened as he stood up abruptly, it was a photo of Mikey smiling broadly with his sixth-month-old daughter in his arms.

Mikey: She’s freaken cute, can I keep her?

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Y/n didn’t fear Mikey as much as she should, considering he was a notorious gang leader many feared and the boss of your daughter’s father. She only met Mikey a few times and he treated her kindly.

Ran once said to her it was probably because she was the same age as his baby sister who passed away years ago.

She was surprised to see Mikey approach them at the park. Sensing fear from Mikey and his bodyguards, the other moms quickly gathered their children and took off.

Y/n pulled her daughter out of the baby swing and hugged her close. “Mikey.” She acknowledged, nodding her head at him.

He nodded in return, his eyes shifting to the baby in her arms. “Is she Ran’s?”

Y/n knew he knew the answer already, even if she did lie which she had no reason to, the color of her eyes and hair was a giveaway that she had Ran’s DNA running through her blood.

“Yes,” she answered quietly.

Mikey took a step closer and held out his arms, “is she picky? Can I hold her?”

“If you like, she is… a bit drooly.” Fuyumi stared at Mikey before he reached for her. She continued to stare at him, seeing a new face. “Her name is Fuyumi.” She wasn’t sure he heard her since he was having a staring contest with the baby.

“God!” Mikey snuggled her, “you’re so freaken cute. Thank goodness you look nothing like your dad.” He reached for his phone and looked at Y/n for approval, “can I send Ran a photo? So he knows what he’s missing out on?”

Y/n let out a hesitant laugh, “I’m sure Ran knows... he has someone following and protecting us and he sends Ran updates daily.”

“You know about K?” Mikey gasped, he looked at Fuyumi. “Do you know Uncle K?” He snaps a selfie with her. “Your dad is going to be so jealous that I got a photo with you before him.”

Y/n had a second change of heart but knew that Mikey had already sent the photo. She didn’t know how Ran would react.

Instantly, Mikey chuckled and looked at the baby in his arms, “that sounds awfully like your dad’s motorcycle…”

That’s when Y/n heard it, her head turning towards the sound of the roaring muffler. Sure enough, Ran’s motorcycle pulls up. Of course, he would know where Mikey is at all times in case he needed to get to Mikey at any time.

Y/n’s heart fluttered the moment he took off his helmet and their eyes connected even at a distance.

Ran stopped a few feet away from Mikey, eyes on his daughter. He swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to speak.

“Are you going to say hi to your daughter at all?” Mikey questioned, “I’ll take her if you don’t want her…” he smiled at Fuyumi, “I can be your da –“

“Mikey.” Ran snarl.

Mikey ignored his tone, continuing to talk to the baby. “As I was saying, I can be your daddy. I have blond hair – “

“We should get going,” Y/n intervenes, stepping forward to reach for her child. “It is almost time for her nap.” Y/n hugs her daughter close. She avoided looking at Ran as she muttered a goodbye, turning her heels towards the stroller.

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She knew Ran was following them.

When she finally reached her apartment she whipped around to face him. Ran had his hands stuffed in his dress pants, looking handsome as ever in his black attire with his sleeves rolled up to his elbow. She cleared her throat and snapped, “you can go now.”

Instead of walking away, he walked towards her until he was in front of them. His eyes drop down to the sleeping baby in the stroller. “Can we talk?”

“No.” Y/n answered immediately. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“That’s fine, I have something to say to you though.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “you had plenty of opportunities in the past to say something. It’s too late, excuse us.”

Ran was faster and blocked her from entering her apartment building. “We can do this the nice way, Y/n, or I can take you kicking and screaming, you pick.”

She flinched at his threat. Though he has never done anything to make her fear him that didn’t mean she didn’t harbor any fear for this man at all. She knew of some of the things he’s done and is responsible for, knew what he could do to anyone with the snap of his fingers.

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Ran has only been in her apartment a handful of times. Most of the time, she was at his place.

Y/n was normally a clean and tidy person but her place was cluttered with toys and baby items.

He watched her carefully lift the baby out of the stroller, cooing gently and rocking her back to sleep but being disturbed, the baby began to fuss.

“It’s okay,” Y/n repeated quietly but the baby’s cry only increased. She looked at Ran before excusing herself, “let me go nurse her, I’ll be back.”

Ran nodded dumbfounded. His cheeks flushed as he imagined Y/n nursing their daughter, suckling from her tits just as he had once done.

Y/n returned with their daughter wide awake. Fuyumi stared intensely at Ran as he stood up from the couch and approached them. Being 6’2, he towered over the both of them put together. “She’s beautiful… like you.”

Ran was mesmerized staring into the same colored eyes as his own, his flesh, his DNA… his daughter.

Y/n cleared her throat, “talk.”

He had rehearsed what he would say to her the day he got the opportunity, and this was his one chance to explain himself with an ounce of hope that he could turn the tables. “I’m sorry,” he said genuinely. “I am sorry for my past actions, how it hurt not only you but our daughter as well.” He inhaled softly, “my actions hurt me too. But I can promise you, there has not been anyone. I had only kissed that woman that night to force you to end your connection with me and that was the stupidest decision I’ve ever made.”

“Yeah it was,” Y/n snapped, “I don’t need your apology now, neither does my daughter too.”

Her anger was expected, just as long as she didn’t hate him.

“I know you don’t need it, but I want to give it anyway. If you want to throw it away, that’s your decision.” He had to play his next card right. “Can –  I explain myself?”

She has never seen Ran vulnerable like this and she almost believes it’s genuine. “Fine, have a seat then,” she pointed to the spot he was sitting moments ago.

He listened obediently, watching her take a seat on the floor with their daughter. He wanted to sit near them but did not want to frustrate her. “It has always been you. As you know my job… my lifestyle isn’t exactly best fitted to become a father and I thought for the sake and safety of the both of you, it was the best decision to go our ways.” He placed both his palms on the coffee table. “That was another stupid decision and I regret it every single day. But there has never been anyone else, it’s only been you since the day I forced you to walk away.”

Y/n refused to make eye contact with him, only looking at her daughter and smiling at her.

Ran wasn’t sure she was even listening to him.

“Is that all?”

He shook his head, “no, I’ve been sending you money but you haven’t touched it and that made me frustrated so…” he swallowed the guilt. “I have someone secretly following you, he is tasked to protect you at all times, 24/7, and report to me about your daily activities… I’m sorry for invading your privacy and going behind your ba – “

“I know.”

“What?” his head snapped up, eyes wide as he stared into Y/n’s calm ones.

“I met him… K.”

His jaw dropped. “Mother fu –“ he stopped himself as his daughter turned her head to look at him right when he was about to swear. “I’m sorry, baby.” As if understanding him, she smiled brightly with a gummy smile. His heart nearly combusted.

“Don’t kill him,” Y/n looked at him with pleading eyes, “I caught him one day when I had pretended to have a stomachache. He was by my side instantly, confirming my suspicion. He didn’t reveal any information, but he answered my questions if I asked.” She looked away and reached for the toys her daughter was reaching for. “I had asked him not to tell you that I knew you assigned someone to watch over me. As much as I was hurt by you, it made me feel better knowing deep down, you cared even if it was a little bit.”

“Y/n…”

“So don’t kill him. He has become a friend to me.”

Ran wanted to kill him now knowing how close they’d become.

“Were you not curious how he was able to get such accurate details let alone photos of Fuyumi as if he was here in person?”

It all clicked in Ran’s head.

“I knew this guy was an expert at his job, just thought that this guy was just phenomenal at his job… only to discover he has become BFF with you.” His eyes drop to his daughter, “and my daughter too apparently.” He rests his elbow on his knees, covering his face. “God, I feel…” he sat up straight. “Y/n, I had all my shit planned out on what I want to tell you but I can’t remember sh – it. It. I can’t remember it now.” He stood up, walked around, and knelt before them, he grabbed Y/n by her shoulders. “Hit me all you want, be angry with me, and punish me for however long you want…” his hand shifts to cup her face. “Just don’t hate me and push me away.”

Y/n blinked dumbfoundedly, shocked at the Ran before her.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just… let me be part of your life again. And Yumi’s…” that was the name of his daughter’s photo album. “I may not have physically been there for you in the last months but K’s daily report made me feel as if I was. I will forever regret missing my daughter’s birth.”

Ran looked down when he felt something against his thigh. His daughter had pulled herself onto his lap. She looked up at him with curious eyes, almost admiring him. His gaze softened as he reached for her but froze, he looked up at Y/n, silently asking for permission.

“Yes, please…” Y/n had imagined if the day would come when Ran would hold their daughter.

Ran bit his lip, nervous, realizing he had never held a baby before, let alone been near one.

As if it was natural, he picked her up, holding her against his chest.

Y/n’s heart tightened watching them have a silent conversation. Ran’s smile softened as Fuyumi gently touched the Bonten insignia tattoo on his throat, her small fingers trying to grab at the design. A soft chuckle was elicited from Ran.

“You need to prove your worth to Yumi.”

Ran’s smile faded as he blinked at Y/n. “Yumi?” He repeated, “what… about you?”

Y/n broke eye contact, “you only need to work on your relationship with her.”

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Ran visits his daughter almost every day and on the days that he could not, he would video-call her. He took pride in becoming one of her favorite humans. Her excitement when he walked through the door was all that Ran needed to make his day better.

“Hi Yumi!”

Hearing her father’s voice, the ten-month-old smiled brightly, flashing her solo tooth. She leaned against the coffee table, trying to reach for the TV controller that she loved more than her toys.

He picked up and spun her in the air, “did you have a good day?”

“Do you not see the bruise on the left side of her forehead?”

At Y/n’s words, Ran’s eyes widen seeing the new battle wound. “What did you fight today?”

“The TV stand and lost.”

“Losing is not in your blood, Yumi,” Ran scolded softly.

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It was rare that Y/n would call him.

Especially when it was 3 AM.

“Y/n?”

“Ran, Yumi is running a fever and won’t go down. I – I need you to take us to the hospital.”

He was already pulling his pants on, “I’m on my way.”

Everything was a blur. He reached the hospital and barked for the nurses to look at his daughter. She was immediately taken away from Y/n’s arms and taken into a restricted area.

At that moment, Y/n turned to Ran, his arms wrapped tightly around her body. “It’ll be okay, she’ll be okay.”

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Two days in the hospital passed by before they could finally head home. Yumi’s cheerful personality had fully returned.

During that time in the hospital, Ran stayed right beside them, only leaving to change and shower and would return. The first night, Yumi struggled and only slept well in the arms of her dad.

The image of Ran sleeping in the recliner with Yumi snoozing against his chest would forever be itched in Y/n’s mind.

“Home sweet home,” Ran sang, walking into the apartment. “Do you miss your toys?”

Y/n smiled, setting down their belongings. “Can you keep her busy while I put this stuff away?”

“Go for it,” Ran answered softly with a smile.

She returned fifteen minutes later and found that Ran had put Yumi down for her nap. She cuddles in the crook of Ran’s long arms.

Feeling her presence, he looked up and smiled and whispered, “she was playing when I noticed her head started to bob and she almost rolled over.”

Y/n smiled and whispered, “do you want to put her down?”

Slowly, Ran followed her to the nursery and set her down easily. When he turned around, Y/n was already gone from the room.

He found her in the living room, seated on the couch with her face covered in her hands. “Y/n?” When she looked up, her tear-streaked face had Ran kneeling in front of her in seconds. “What’s wrong? Why – why are crying?”

She surprised him when her arms wrapped around his neck, “I don’t know what to do without you.”

Ran sighed, relaxing in her embrace. He wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s the same for me too, I don’t know what to do without you or Yumi.”

After a long pause, he couldn’t believe his ears when he heard her ask, “will you come back to us?”

He pulled away from her and gazed into her glossy eyes, he smiled, “I think the real question is, will you come back to me?” He has already stolen the heart of his daughter, he just needs to earn her heart this time around.

She choked back a sob and wiped her tears, smiling. “Yes, I’ll come back to you.” She cups his face before pressing her lips against his. “I hated you but I love you too much.”

“You can hate me just as long as you love me more,” he kissed her passionately, nipping her lip. “God, I love you too. I missed you so much… I never want to be apart from you or Yumi again…”

“I won’t let you go, there’s no turning back.”

“Done, I’m yours. Just as you are mine, forever.”

They stumbled into her bedroom, quickly shredding their clothes.

“Ran,” Y/n gasped, feeling him thrust into her. “God – I missed you…”

“I missed you too,” he murmured, slowly thrusting into her.

In silence, they both exchange soft gasps and moans, reminding one another why it’ll never work out with anyone else.

Their lips crashed against each other, making up for the lost time as their body continued to move in sync.

“Ran,” Y/n’s nails dug into his shoulder, “I’m so close… please… please let me cum…”

His lips pressed against her throat, teeth grazing against the skin. “Same – cum Y/n…”

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms tightened around his neck, “ah – ha… Ran!”

His hips tremble as he cums, filling her womb.

Ran buried his face in the valley of her breasts, “I – I’m sorry… I forgot a condom…” It was Y/n’s laughter that he lifted his head, blinking at her in confusion.

She runs a hand through his lilac-streaked hair, “if you impregnate me again, please just be with me this time around.”

He tugs her wrist and presses a kiss to her palm. “Promise.”

E/n: Sweet daddy Ran is something else.

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>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

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[waterloggedsoliloquy]

mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]

mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely

mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note

mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena

mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us

mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]

mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys

mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker

mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die

mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey

mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast

mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.

mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER

mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree

mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world

mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!

mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all

mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens

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mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way

mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what

mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife

mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband

mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me

mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve

mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,

mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol

mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport

mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.

mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!

mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back

mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]

mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho

mutual 4: WHAT

mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time

mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point

mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?

mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?

mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it

mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!

mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena

#cecil drawls #long post #i love you guys

[imbored1201]

Snow&Chills

Master List

Summary: It’s readers first time experiencing the show

Paring: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 877

Warnings: Nothing, just them having fun in the snow

Nat was sleeping peacefully when she was woken up by you jumping on her. She groaned as she opened her eyes and looked at you tiredly. She wrapped her arms around you, "what's wrong my love?" She asked tiredly, "it's snowing!" You exclaimed happily. Nat smiled a bit, you've been excited knowing December was coming up so that meant snow.

"Can we go out and play Nat. Please!" You begged her, "hold on detka, we have to eat first and get into comfy clothes" you nodded as you jumped out of bed, ran to the restroom to get ready and ran to the kitchen where Wanda was serving pancakes. "Woah. Why are you in a rush?" She asked, laughing a bit as she served you your pancakes. "It's snowing Wanda! I've always wanted to experience the snow" you said happily digging into the pancakes. "I'm sure you'll love it" she said as she served Nat pancakes.

"You look like you had a rude awakening" Wanda laughed as Nat sighed and collapsed into the chair. "Slow down detka" Nat told you as you weren't even chewing. She turned to Wanda, "She jumped on me to wake me up this morning, she's really excited but I only give her 30 minutes out there until she starts whining about the cold" Nat told Wanda, you pouted at her and shook your head.

When you finished eating you patiently waited for Nat. You felt like she was eating slow on purpose to tease you but once she finished you jumped up and ran to go outside, "Y/N!" Nat yelling your name stopped you. "You have to wear proper attire sweetheart. Come on" she told you as she took your hand and walked you back to the bedroom.

She took out the winter clothes she bought you and bundled you up. "Nat. I can't even breathe" you mumbled as she made you put on 2 sweaters and a big jacket. "You'll be fine" she said as she zipped up the jacket and put a scarf over your neck and a woolen hat on your head. She then got your pants and boots which you quickly put on. She gave you the gloves which you were about to whine about but with her stern look you quickly put them on.

You came out of that room wobbling and all bundled up. Wanda let out a laugh as you wobbled over to her. "Don't you think this is too much?" you mumbled, Wanda shook her head. "Trust me. It's not" you hummed and waited for Nat. When she came out you raced to the door to get out.

You started making a snow angel once you got out, you always said it was the first thing you would do when you got to experience snow. Nat laid down next to you and watched as you did it. Things escalated more when you started building a snowman, it was almost done but you got a random idea. You've always wanted to have a snowball fight so you made a snowball and threw it at Nat who was distracted on making the 2nd part for your snowman. She froze and gave you an evil smirk that made you run. She chased you and threw snowballs at you. You giggled as you were able to dodge some of them.

It was all going well until that assassin aim kicked in. She hit you square in the face making you fall on your ass. The giggles were cut and now you were both silent and looking at each other. "Shit, detka I am so sorry" Nat told you as she kneeled in front of you and wiped the snow off your face. Suddenly you were cold. "Nat I'm cold" you whined as she helped you up. "Let's go inside then" she told you as she took your hand and led you inside

You were shivering. You didn't know why, you had 2 sweaters and a big jacket. Nat was over here with only 1 sweater and a big jacket yet it didn't even affect her. "How are you not cold?" You asked in a shaky voice, making her smile. "I'm Russian sweetheart. This is nothing to me" she told you as you walked into the room and quickly got out of those clothes that were holding you down.

"How about I make us some hot chocolate?" Nat asked as she got out of her clothes as well. You nodded and watched her quickly get changed and leave to start the hot chocolate as you threw yourself on the bed and curled into yourself under the sheets. After about 10 minutes you decided to get up to be near Nat and grabbed 2 blankets m and walked to the kitchen where Nat was. She laughed at how you were dragging there 2 but blankets and watched as you flopped on the couch and curdled into yourself and put on your favorite movie.

Nat came with 2 mugs of hot chocolate and you two snuggled up to each other wrapped in blankets and enjoyed the movie. It was safe to say you will probably avoid the snow for some time.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #black widow

[kokomyass]

Nanami Kento ☆ You missed

Nanami x Fem!Gojo!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Word Count: 1987

Trigger warnings⚠️: none, other than swearing

a/n: hey loves, in this fanfic you are Gojo's sister and 2 years younger. You don't have six eyes or limitless though. xx

Second person POV

"Ha! +4, take those 4 fucking cards bitch."

You and Gojo had finished a mission and were busy playing uno in the staff room over who could have the last strawberry mochi in the fridge because of course as the Gojo siblings you couldn't do anything maturely.

"Aww Y/N that's a shame because...your gonna have to take 8 cards!" Gojo slammed down another +4, leaving you dumbfounded.

Just as you were about to attack Gojo the door unlocked to the finest man alive: Nanami.

You had had a crush on Nanami for ages and it was pretty obvious because your brother noticed the day you met him. You were a year younger than Nanami so funnily enough you happened to be around him a lot. After you finished school you joined him at his job and you became closer since then also doing a handful of missions together.

"Nanami!! Fancy seeing you hear" You exclaimed jumping up pretending you weren't about to beat your brother up.

"Y/N...Satoru..." Nanami nodded as a greeting whilst saying your name.

He loosened his tie and run his hand through his hair as he let out a deep and long sigh before sitting on the chair from exhaustion.

You were entranced at the sight in front of you that you didn't notice Gojo shoving you into the seat next to him...too close for comfort.

"Hey...you okay?" your heart fluttered as Nanami showed you concern despite you being a grade 1 curse user, so a slight push is nothing.

"I'm alright, Nanami it's just someone I'm unfortunately related to is being annoying as usual."

You shot Gojo a death glare. All he did was give you a grin saying 'You gotta start making moves, dummy' so you shot him a look saying 'Not like this you asshole'

Whilst you were stunned and trying to communicate with Gojo with your eyes you didn't notice the little to no gap between you and Nanami and the deafening silence in the air.

Once you realised you shot up, "Uhhh I forgot that I am meant to be having a girls night with uhh Maki and Nobara and Utahime and maybe Mei Mei? Oh and Ieiri of course..." you kept on spouting nonsense before sprinting out bumping into Principal Yaga on the way.

"Umm Satoru...Is your sister alright?" Nanami was genuinely concerned as what just went down was extremely confusing.

"Yeahhh she's just flustered by your hotness!" Gojo jumped up and down making sure to try his best to impersonate your energy.

"Satoru is it possible for you to not be an idiot for one day...?" Nanami rolled his eyes despite feeling some warmth in his heart.

Time Skip

It was the next day and you rolled out of bed feeling sluggish and most definitely NOT wanting to go to work.

You turned on your phone to see you were 30 minutes past you usual getting up time.

Along with that you saw 10 missed calls from Nanami forgetting that he usually picks you up.

"SHIT...GOJO YOU ASSHOLE DID YOU NOT BOTHER TO WAKE ME UP" you screamed at Gojo who was downstairs getting ready for work too but the sorcerer kind.

"Y/N I tried to wake you up, Nanami waited 10 minutes for you...I told him that you would take a while so he might as well go..."

"ARGHHH GOJO WHAT THE FUCK YOUR RUINING MY CHANCES WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SOME BROTHER YOU ARE-"

You were agitated and rushed. You snatched the box of food on the counter without asking who's it was and rushed out the house.

You ended up taking a bus and whilst on the bus you saw the box was noted to you from Nanami and it had your favourite baked goods and you blushed and smiled to youself thinking of how thoughtful Nanami was.

You also saw a new movie out in cinemas and thought it was your perfect opportunity to ask Nanami to go out with you.

Once you arrived at work, you made it your mission to go to Nanami. You tried walking as fast as you could in your stilettos without tripping embarrassingly.

"Nanamiiii!!!" you shouted as you made you way over to his desk.

He looked up smiling slightly at the sight of you walking over looking ever so jovial and cutesy.

"Y/N, did you enjoy the breakfast I made for you?" he asked diverting all his attention to you.

"Ohhhh it was AMAZING, thank you so much!! You know me too well Kento Nanami~" you chuckled as you sat on his desk and crossed you leg over another looking hella sexy in your business attire.

"Sooo Nanami....there's this movie that's come out and I would really love if you could watch it with me tomorrow..." you asked Nanami making sure to bat your eyes.

"Of course Y/N, that would be lovely." Nanami smiled sweetly at you as it felt like you were in your own world forgetting all the other working citizens.

"REALLY!! THIS IS AMAZING I CAN'T WAIT!!" you got a bit overcome with excitement and gave Nanami a tight hug that he returned after a moment of shock.

"Hey lovebirds! I don't care whatever mood yer in, but I can't have ya frolicking around during working hours, please take this to yer home, yer distracting my workers." Your boss suddenly came from nowhere as you released Nanami.

"Uhhh s-sorry sir but we aren't-" you started feeling the need to explain the misconception

"Sorry sir, it won't happen again." Nanami quickly butt in not denying a word the boss said.

Your face turned bright red as you got up from Nanami's desk, patting his head before waving a sweet goodbye.

Time Skip

It's the morning of your date with Nanami, and you're feeling exhilarated.

You wore your favourite outfit and did your makeup and hair(if you have some).

"Satoru, do I look good?" you asked, twirling around.

"Looking good, sis! You sure are my sister. You're looking even better than me!" you laughed at your brothers comment

Just as you were about to reply, the doorbell rang.

You hurriedly asked Gojo to open the door as you went to get your shits and Nanami's present.

Nanami POV

I rang the doorbell expecting to be met with the beautiful Y/N Gojo. However, to my dismay, I was met with a different Gojo....

"Heyyy Nanami! You're taking my sister out for a date, huh?" Gojo said as he leaned against the door with his arms crossed.

"Yes, I am. Where is she?" I tried to glance to see where she was, but there was no sign of her.

"Ah she's getting her stuff together....before she comes down...on a serious note Nanami, I know your responsible and not the type to hurt others but I'm still gonna say...hurt her in anyway and you are dead."

This was one of the very few times I saw Gojo serious, and to be honest, it was quite heartwarming how he cared for his sister.

"Nanami!! Sorry to keep you waiting! Let's go."

Second person POV

You hurriedly gave Gojo a hug goodbye. "Bye, Satoru!" And of course, he whispered in your ear. "Have fun, sis, use protection ;)" You whacked his arm as you went outside with Nanami, shutting the door behind you.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." Nanami looked at you up and down, admiring your beauty.

"You look ever so handsome, Nanami," you said, blushing and looking down.

"OH, I forgot!!" You gave Nanami a tight hug, struggling to fully wrap your arms around him because of how much bigger and taller he was than you.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you tightly and you stayed there for a while before walking hand in hand to the cinema.

You got to the cinema amd sat down in your seats with popcorn and drinks.

As the movie started you really wanted to make a move but alas something within you was too scared to make a move but as if Nanami read your mind he moved your head so it laid on his shoulder and he rested his head on top of yours. He intertwined your fingers as you blushed and smiled.

Once the movie was finished, yet again hand in hand, you both walked out.

"THAT MOVIE WAS AWESOME!! I LOVED IT!" you laughed feeling so happy and contented. Not only was it a good film you watched it with the love of your life.

"Yes it was very interesting, I must say. I'm very glad I watched it with you," Nanami looked at you deeply in the eyes and you looked back at him lovingly before you remembered his present.

"Oh! Nanami! I forgot, I got you a small present it isn't much but I hope you like it..." you gave Nanami the box with his present inside and when he opened it, it revealed a vintage but fancy watch that you knew he wanted for a while.

"Y/N...this is amazing, thank you so much your so kind." he pulled you into a hug rubbing your back with care and love before he pulled away.

"I have something for you too. I really hope you like it, although it isn't much."

You opened the present to see a charm bracelet of your favourite sweets and felt your heartbeat quicken.

"NANAMI THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!" you didn't even realise what you had said leaving Nanami dumbfounded as you pecked his cheek whilst blushing heavily and looking down from embarrassment.

"You missed." Nanami muttered.

"Huh?" before you could say anything Nanami kissed your lips tenderly savouring the sweet taste of your lips as you returned the kiss deepening it.

"I love you too Y/N" he hugged you once more before you made your way back home he dropped you off at your house

"Y/N this was an amazing date and I know it may be early but would you be my girlfriend, I promise I will-"

Before he could finish, you shut him up with a kiss to his lips to answer his question.

"Yes I would love to." you smiled at each other before pecking each other one last time before you entered a house; now a taken woman.

You walked in seeing Gojo on the couch and he stood up awaiting you feedback.

"Left the house a sad single woman...now I have arrived taken!!" Gojo laughed loudly before running to you scoop you up in a hug weirdly he was as happy as you were

"I knew Nanami couldn't resist my little sisters adorable face." Gojo squidged you face as you squirmed and joked around for the rest of the night feeling happy and content that you finally got with the love of your life.

A lil extra cause why not!:

You and Nanami had come back from a mission hand in hand making your way to the staffroom. It was 1am in the morning and you weren't expecting anyone to be there. You opened the door to see Gojo telling everyone about your new relationship.

"And guess what guys? They kissed!! I saw it all!! I was honestly so happy for my little sis we all know how much she's been thirst-"

"GOJO!!!!"

let's just say Gojo had to take a few days off for 'illness'....

a/n: second onshot...I know its pretty long but I really hope you enjoyed it and love you all!!! 💗💗🌸🌸

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[youboredright]

Fate Cannot Be Changed

What happens if the strongest mafia known to be the coldest man alive gets arranged married with a sweet hearted woman? Can the innocent Yn change Gojo Satoru, biggest mafia in Yakuta? Maybe or maybe not..-

Mafia Gojo Satoru X reader

(Part - 2)

Yn Pov

‌Just after waking up the first thing I saw was 7:10 am on the digital clock. I rushed to the kitchen. It has been only 3 days of our wedding I messed up.

I started making pancakes in hope I can finish them before Gojo wakes up. After around 1 hour of baking, perfecting, decorating and waiting...Gojo didn't come. Did he come before didn't see...and got disappointed? I disappointed him at the fourth day. With head full of thoughts I approached his room. I knocked few times but he didn't answer. Opening the door all I could see is a empty room. He left. I dryly laughed. What did I expect I was 20 minutes late. Of course he would not wait for me. One thing I learnt about him was that he was very punctual. I flinched when I thought of something. 'What now, will he take action.?' I am scared, because I don't know if he will or not. After all he is the mafia.

I decided to call him to check on him. What if he didn't eat anything for breakfast? What if he didn't take anything for lunch? What if he didn't have anything, it's almost 8:30 in the morning? Concern filled me up. After calling him for 3 times, he finally picked up. "Who gave you the permission to call me?" Gojo kind of yell. "I am sorry . I just called to know if you had breakfast or anythin-" " Look Yn I am working I am not like you. Free all of the time. So do something and don't disturb me." Saying that he hung up the phone. "Disturb" ? Taking care, being concern about your own husband is a act of disturbance?

Forward

‌Gojo was very late. It was almost midnight. Hearing the sound of keys I rushed to the door. "Do you know the time? Did you have dinner?" Gojo just simply ignored me and walked past me. I hold his arm to stop him.

This was the very first time I touched him other than kissing him in the wedding day. I could feel his veins in his biceps under his long sleeve shirt. It was...hot maybe? I was woken up from my thoughts when I felt Gojo dangerously leaning towards me. At this point I could feel his breath touching my face. He was drunk. He had a strong scent of cigarettes and alcohol. After leaning Gojo directly look at me "Do you know what I want? I want her back. Can you bring back Nora? No, right?"

‌Nora? Who is she? Gojo's ex? Is he still in love with her? That's why he behaves like this to me? My mind was full of thoughts. But Gojo's voice was quieter and deeper. He was calm and composed even when he was drunk. Before I could say or do anything, Gojo pushed me and walked away.

Just a few minutes ago my mind was full of thoughts about how I touched his arm but now it is full of thoughts about Nora. Even after all this treatment from Gojo, my heart ached a bit hearing that from Gojo. I went to the kitchen and straight to Gojo's room. Even if he didn't like me, I couldn't see anyone hurt or sick. I hated the fact that I cared about every one.

I didn't knock because it is useless. Going inside I saw Gojo laying on his bed. It was all dark. But I could still see Gojo's toned chest through his half opened shirt. I tried waking him up, but he didn't move. He needs to drink water and medicine before he sleeps. But then again he is a light sleeper and he was maybe he is a deep sleep after a long time. So I just decided to put his medicines on his bed side table and leave. As I stood I felt a strong pull and the next thing I knew was that Gojo.. Pinned me on the bed with my hands above my head.

‌"Who are you? Who send you?" This time his voice was deep but it was somehow scary. It felt like a thread. What made it worse was he was drunk and gave a dead stare. "Go-jo it's me. Y-n" I hated myself for stuttering. "Why are you here" I could feel he was becoming sober but he was still slightly drunk. He left my hands and sat on the bed. "Leave."

"No. Not before you have the medicines and water." I said acting all stubborn and confident but I was scared. Because I heard Gojo never takes 'no' as an answer. "And why should I trust you?" "Because I am your wife. And what will I even do, huh?" "Try to poison me?" 'Poison' him. Why would I even try to kill someon- oh right it is very normal for mafias. "I don't have the energy. to. So please have the medicine" After a lot of begging, Gojo did have the medicines.

"Why is it huge" Gojo nagged. "Oh I don't know, princess" Hearing that Gojo gave me a dead stare. "Why did you call me that.?" "Because you cannot even have a medicine properly" He just rolled his eyes. He did not yell. Was he in a good mood ... Because of maybe Nora? I did not notice I was staring at him the whole time until

"Too much in love with me? That you cannot even resist my handsome face?" Gojo was flirtatious. "No? Well I have seen better" saying that I smirked. "I don't care. Now go to your room. And don't you dare fall in love with me or any other man". His mood changed completely. He was no longer flirtatious or in a good mood. Something triggered him. I mumbled a soft 'sorry' and left not wanting to make his mood worse.

‌It was around 1 am and I was still shifting my sides to get some sleep. Do I have insomnia, now? My mind was full of thoughts about, who actually is 'Nora'. I went to kitchen to grab a glass of water. It was so quite. As I turned to return, the silence broke as the bell rang.

Something pushed me to open the door. Opening the door, I saw a tall man and a girl.The girl was probably in her mind 20s. The guy was wearing a black hoodie with grey sweatpants. Both of them covered their face by a cap and a mask. I was scared but before I could say anything. "Why didn't you sleep yet Yn." It was Gojo. "Sorry I-" "I don't need an explanation. Go to your room. And don't disturb us." I just simply nodded and left. Who was the guy? Was the girl, Nora?

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To be continued

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[minejungwoo]

It's romantic - Eddie Munson

Summary: During a romantic gesture, Eddie gets caught red-handed by your parents | fluff

Paring: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2 K

Warning: Just bad writing and grammar mistakes ( I wrote this in 30 minutes, english is not my first language and it's 2 am here, so yeah. A LOT of mistakes. Sorey about that)

Author's note: I took one for the team and decided to write something about this post I made. This just couldn't get out my head! It's been more than 2 years since I wrote something, but this is just a try out. Hope you guys enjoy.

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It was past your curfew when you heard the noise of pebbles against glass. You were already tucked in your cozy and warm bed, but coudn't help the smirk that appeared in your lips. You pushed away the blankets despite the cold and ran to open the window. The moment you peeked your head outside your house you couldnt help a teasing grin as you stared at your boyfriend with his arms wide open looking at you from below and kneeling dramaticaly on the snow.

"Juliet oh Juliet! Throw your hair so I can climb my way to your heart!"

You couldn't help laughing at the anticts of the brown haired man.

"That's Rapunzel, Eddie! And what are you doing here!? It's freezing!!"

He stood up and shook the snow from his jeans with the charming smile you loved and approached the tree by your window that looked almost dead during the winter.

"I couldn't sleep. Needed you warming my bed. Thought would save us sometime if I came over."

He said rubbing his hands against each other and bringing them closer to his mouth to blow some hot air in them to warm them up. You shook your head at his lack of proper clothes, his signature leather jacket couldn't keep him warm enough in this cold. He held to the stalk already lifting a leg like he always did.

"Stop! You can't climb in!" You whisper shouted at him crossing your arms over your chest to protect you from the weather. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes and you noticed a small pout form on his lips.

"Why not?"

"The tree is slippery, you can get hurt, my love. Come through-"

"None of that. I'm the master of climbing this tree. Remember all of the times it helped us build our love story. We have history with this tree, it won't betray me now." You rolled your eyes as he started to climb it, you could tell it was hurting his hand because of how cold it was.

"Eddie, come one... I can-"

"Shhh! Your parents are gonna hear you." You shook your head as he got stuck on a particular hard part to climb.

"They are not-..."

"Shhh!"

At that you both saw a car pulling up to the garage, right in front of the tree Eddie was climbing. He froze in place and looked down at the car and up at you again with wide eyes.

"-... at home."

You two watched your parents leave the car. Eddie rested his forehead against forearm to hide his face, as if that would avoid them to see him trying to sneak in their daughter's room. There was nothing else he could do to get out of that situation, if he tried to run back to his van he would certainly be seen and if he decided to rush to you he would definitely fall.

"Hey! Son, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" Your dad's voice sounded from beneath him and he could hear your mom's hells clicking closer to him. He sighed and lifted his head to finally face your parents.

"Good evening, Mrs. and Mr. Y/l/n! What a beautiful night, no? What are you doing this time of the night out of your bed and all dolled up, uhm? Some important event you were attending?" Eddie noticed the tux and the elegant dress on your parents and decided to try to avoid the inevitable conversation.

"We were at the company's gala." Your dad answered wraping his arm around your mom as if to warm her as they stared at the metal head and then you. "And I was hoping to get to the warmth of my house as fast as possible, but I see there's a boy hanging from our tree."

"Well, you know..." Eddie looked at you with a pleading look but you shook your head saying that there was noting you could do.

"Son, come down. How many times do we need to tell you to just use the door? It is there for a reason!"

You snorted back a laughter when you heard the soft "Walking through the door isn't very romantic" your boyfriend let out as he did what your dad told and got down to the safety of the floor.

But the moment he felt your mom's arms wrap around him when he first stepped into your house and when your dad patted his back saying "I'm glad to finally meet the guy my daughter won't shut up about" with a genuine smile he realised he was wrong.

You see, Eddie Munson used to despite every single adult in this town, except of course for his uncle. He knew every single one of them held the same prejudice the kids at school had against him. Small town, even smaller minds. That's why he never bothered to listen to what any of them said, their words didn't matter to him.But your parent's didnt apply to that rule.

When you started dating, he found out you were extremely close to your family and he realised that their opinion mattered the world to you. So, when you said you wanted him to come over to dinner to meet them, he was already preparing himself for when you would dump him. There was no way your rich, important parents would allow their daughter to go out with the city's freak.

He never felt more welcomed like he was in the Y/L/N's house. They looked at him without any prejudice our judment and treated him for who he really was. And despite all the money, they were still humble and down to earth, much more than a lot of the other residents of Hawkins. He could see where you got your kindness and grace.

He fell really loved and appreciated by them, even more when they said the doors were always opened for him even if you weren't home. That would lead to bounding time between him and your dad over a can of beer while they talked about cars or whatever. And also bounding time with your mom that loved to talk about music, although her taste was a bit more classic, they would share their love for playing instruments.

And because of that he couldn't go against what they asked. So he climbed down the tree and soon was being rushed inside the house by your mom that rubbed his arm as if trying to warm him.

"Why show up in the coldest night of the year?! And what is it with you and climbing trees?!" Your mom was fussing around him as she walked around the kitchen to prepare a warm drink for him.

You dad had a smirk on his face as he patted Eddie's back and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"He says it's romantic to climb the tree like Romeo." He laughed poking fun of your boyfriend as Eddie turned into a dark shade of red, lucky for him, you finally arrived with a big blanket to save him.

"Okay, now let my boyfriend go. He's been teased enough for trying to do something nice." You ran to him gently pushing your dad's arm off his shoulders. You threw the blanket around him and leaned on your toes to gently peck his cold lips. "I think it's really sweet." You whispered against them staring into his eyes as he opened a wide smile. He reached to wrap his arm around your waist to bring you closer and turned his head to look at your dad that watched the two of you with a smile.

"See? It's romantic."

Final notes: Thank you for reading!!!!!! Feedbacks and comments are really appreciated ❤️

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"Anything?"

Berrien Cliane x gn!Reader

Warnings: mildly suggestive

A/n: *rises out of the fucking grave* Wdym I missed berrien's birthday??? Also sorry I've been practically dead, as soon as I got inspo I got insanely busy, so this is rushed and written in like 30 minutes

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How did he end up like this?

It was just supposed to be a teasing sort of kiss, how did he get here?

With you pressed oh so close against him, giving him no room to breathe, thoughts hazy and muddled, and what's making it worse is that your lips are pressed tightly to his.

Such an intimate situation, he barely manages to think in his heated daze.

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Earlier

"Berrien sa- I mean- Berrien!"

You're walking down the hall towards him with a bright smile on your face, and his birthday is so much better by just seeing your face.

"Yes master?" Berrien responds with such a sweet smile, it would give you serious cavities.

"Ah! There you are! I have something I want to propose to you!" You tell him with a mischievous smile.

"Oh? And what might that be, hm?" He stares into your eyes, watching your every move .

"Hold on, let's go to my room, I don't want anyone else hearing this," you look around as if to make sure you weren't being tailed.

"I see, well then, shall we go?" Berrien's face looks a lot more concerned now, what could you possibly have to ask him that would require both of you going to your room?

Alone.

With no one else.

When both of you arrive to your room, you close the door behind you, effectively trapping him in the room with you.

"-Ah, and what might you have wanted to ask of me, master?" Berrien is lightly startled at this, bit doesn't let it show.

"Weeellll, since it's your birthday, I wanted to do something for you, but I just couldn't figure out what to give you, so, I thought I might just ask you myself!"

"Ask me myself?" He's confused, to say the least.

"Mhmmm, so, I'm giving you one free ticket to ask me to do one thing, no matter what it is, just for today!"

"One thing?"

"Yep! Doesn't matter what it is, you could ask me to help with laundry, chores, cooking even! Or maybe just a hug!"

Ah.

Berrien thinks for a solid minute, and then has his wish, he knows exactly what he wants, what he desires, and he was going to act on it now. If not now, then when? He might never get another chance.

"If I am truly allowed one thing, then may i have this?" He gets closer to your face and uses one hand to cradle the side of it, while brushing his thumb back and forth on your lips.

"Eh? What do you mea- Mng!"

He presses his lips against yours, soft and gentle, just like him. You don't want it to end.

No, you will not allow it.

When Berrien goes to pull away, you grab him by the back of his neck and waist and pull him back on your lips.

He flinched for a second, not expecting you to reciprocate, but he closes his eyes and melts into your touch content with what you're doing to him.

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It feels like you've been kissing him for hours now, his mind is nothing but mush, and all he can think of is you. It's crazy to him that he's reduced to this utter mess by your touch alone.

His traitorous mind starts to wander on what it would feel like if you two were to go further-

No

"Maste- mnh- ple-please, haahh I can't breathe."

You hear his pleas and let go of him, detaching your lips from his after what feels like forever and not long enough at the same time.

You're both panting harshly, faces hot and berrien's face red as can be.

"Ah, haaah, I'm sorry, I didn't notice," you apologize because you really didn't. You were to focused on feeling him against you.

You really shouldn't have to apologize, berrien says in his head.

You just gave him the best gift he could ever ask for..

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A/n #2: the ending kinda sucks but I have no clue on how to end first so sue me.

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[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 3

Captain  (Levi Ackerman X reader)

WC: 2713

tw: nothing really.. maybe some hostility... 

Two comrades; humanity’s Strongest and humanity’s Bravest. A bond between Two warriors who have nothing to lose.

A/N: i LOVE BABY LEVI AND Y/N

MASTERLIST

Chapter 2  --- Chapter 4

First person (pov)

Before the morning came I was up and out of bed, although I was still exhausted from the journey of the days before,I had to get a head start. With that i grab my regular clothing and head to go change and freshen up for the day. While walking to the washroom I pass by Levi’s bed and see that he’s fast a sleep, yet some how still looked like he was lost in his thoughts, with his eyebrows slightly scrunched and lips pulled to a line. 

Once I’m all ready for the day, i head outside to go on my little hunt for some berries. Today you felt like making some lemon berry loaf of bread, with the apple cinnamon oatmeal. If there was one thing about you, it was that you loved cooking, well mostly baking. I would always remember my time in the underground where we didn’t have food, and it was tough to survive. To have your meal for the day, you would work at a small bakery like shop, in exchange for a meal for the day. That was where I learned most of everything that I know. As it is, food was already tasteless given the budget that we needed to follow, but I knew I could make something more of it. With that i find a berry bush a few miles into the woods and pick them out and have them in my small basket. Once I knew I had enough I headed back to base just in time for cooking to start. There were a total of 270 of us, and breakfast needed to be ready by 7 sharp. The sun had not risen yet, which makes me know that it’s still 5 am. 

I  noticed the other 2 on shift pull up with sleep still in their eyes, but nonetheless, simple ‘ good morning’s’ are exchanged. You tell them your plan for the meal to which they both nod and begin washing the apples and peeling them. I pull out the berries and have them washed along with the few lemons. I  prepare the bread dough, making sure you have enough to make 7 loaves and having the dough rest while the yeast activates. I prepare the oatmeal by heating up the large pot with enough milk before adding the oats. Apples are being cut into small cubes and then placed into a large pot to cook. That is when I remembered I had gone and plucked some jasmine flowers, I rushed back to my  bag and pulled them out, and laid them onto a towel and had them dry up on the windowsill. I had wanted to make some jasmine tea again, since we ran out, and I had come to learn that Levi also preferred Jasmine Tea. In the meantime I stir the oatmeal to make sure it doesn’t stick to the bottom and sides. Then I went to get the oranges we needed to squeeze for juice. 

By the time we were done we had an hour left before breakfast. The kitchen itself smelled amazing with the loaves coming along nicely. There wasn’t much to clean, so I began cleaning what i could to help make the job easier for the cleaning shift. 

“ Hey y/n, we don’t need to clean.” One of the other soldiers whom I’ve come to learn is Jennie. With no change in expression I turn back to wiping down the counters and tables. I never understood why other cant just do something else without being told. Both Jennie and the other person complain for the 4th time about having to clean. I slam the rag and look at both of them before pointing at the door, they give me this look of confusion, like they haven't done anything wrong. They question me by asking the stupidest questions like “ what’s wrong?” “ Did we do something?” Like no shit, even a dog knows when it’s done something wrong. 

I point to the door again and turn back to cleaning, they eventually get the message and leave. Surprisingly i got everything done with still 30 minutes to spare. I walk to the windowsill and see that the flowers have indeed withered due to the scorching hot sun. I grind the small petals just to where they’re smaller pieces before adding them to a jar and some to a tea pot to boil. 

I prep the bowls in the meantime and pour all the cups of juice, making sure as much is ready. 

The last batch of loaf is out and cooling down, and slowly the people begin to trickle in. I pass each one a bowel of their oatmeal and small slice of lemon berry loaf. 

Eventually Levi does pop in wearing his infamous stone faced look he gets in line waiting for his turn. When his turn comes he thanks me for his meal but I stop him before he could walk away. I grab the small tea cup and pour him some tea that I just made, and add 1 ¼ of sugar to his tea and stir it. I walk back with the tea in hand and offer it to him, with a low whisper of “ don’t forget your tea.” He looks at the cup in his hand now and if i weren't paying attention, i would have missed the small flash of shock that covered his face. He tilts his head up to look at me, his expression not changing much besides his eyes softening. 

Levi always had the dark and hard eyes that held so much emotion. They say that the eyes are the window to your soul, but when it came to levi, his eyes were a window to the darkness that he has come to know and live with. With that i give a small smile in return and go back to get the line moving again. He walks away and heads towards the table where the majority of our ‘friends’ sat. 

No one’s (pov)

Levi had sat down setting his plate and cup down, sitting between Matthew and Petra. Petra alone was having a mini heart attack, just at the thought of her crush sitting besides her. She though that this could be her moment, where she could interact with Levi. She would try to ask him small questions about anything, but Levi was too preoccupied by the food that he was eating. When he had taken the first spoon of oatmeal, a memory that he had long forgot came to mind. 

Levi was only 13 at the time, a small frail boy, with bags under his eyes. Skin covered in dirt, clothing that had holes and were far too small for his frame. He sat on the floor in a dark alleyway, knees to his chest and head in between his folded arms over his knee. Life in the underground was difficult, almost near impossible to live in, yet here he was, a young boy with nothing else to offer. He could not remember the last time he cleaned himself let alone the last time that he ate. But all of that didn’t matter because it never did, he didn’t matter. That was until a young girl came out of the building with heaps of what looked like trash. He heard the small grunts from the young girl and jumped to his feet to help her carry the heavy load, not that he was in any shape, but he couldn't let her struggle. He remembers the small girl look at Levi in shock before backing away out of fear, not knowing what he would do. But with that reaction, Levi couldn’t help but feel hurt, not even a small girl would want to be near him. She continues to look at the older boy as he places the trash down and walks away, not wanting to scare the poor girl any long. But she runs up to him to grab his hand in a way to stop him. 

He turns back to see her look at him and signs him what looks like to be the word ‘food’, Levi not sure what she means, only assuming that she too was asking for food. 

“ food? Sorry i don’t have anything to give you.” Levi sighs before turning around again to walk away. But the young girl pulls at his hand again stopping him once again in his tracks. He turns back to see her shake her head and points at him before signing again towards her mouth. Not understanding she pulls him back to his original spot before signing ‘ wait’ and ‘ be quiet.’

The little girl runs inside before coming out a few moments later with what looks like a bowel. With slow steady steps she offers the warm bowel to the boy before her. Oh how he remembers the joy and shock that filled him. With shaking hands he grabs the bowel before grabbing the small spoon to take his first sip. The flavor of apple and cinnamon tingle his taste buds, as he cant recall the last time he had anything fresh and hot. The little girl watches him consume the bowel in an ungodly rate before he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. That is when she notices his chapped lips. She grabs the bowel from him and signals him to wait once again before running back into the building again. He wonders what she could possibly bring back after a meal that was sent from heaven. 

With that she runs out with a cup and something wrapped in paper. She hands him the cup to which he sees the clear liquid.. water. Within seconds he chugs the water before handing her the cup back, and in exchange she hands him the wrapped item.  Levi takes from her hand the wrapped item and opens to see that she had given him a loaf of bread. Levi could not understand this act of kindness. He looks at her with tears brimming his eyes, about to pour down. But before she could see the tears, a voice in the back screams.

“ WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE RAT!” with that the girl runs back before she could be caught, not saying or waving a goodbye to the boy. He watches her close the door before disappearing from his sight, wondering if he would ever see that young girl again. That is when he decided he would wait for her to see if she would come out, so that he could thank her. 

The sun had set and the young girl had yet to come out again. The young frail boy would hear on occasion a a man scream obscure things. Internally the boy would panic, worried that something was happening to the girl, but he felt helpless, unable to see and protect the little girl. Eventually hours passed , the night turned cold. The streets were no longer filled with as many people, but now it was swarmed with older women trying to make business and men who would go to these women. With a sigh Levi gives up, not expecting to see the young girl anytime soon, that is until the creeping of a door is heard and a small body is pushed forward. 

“ you come back tomorrow you hear! I’m not going to be feeding you for free!” The man speaks in a stern voice as he pushes her out in one motion. The little girl catches herself before she falls and turns to nod at the man, before slamming the door a mumble of “ can’t she bloody talk?” Is heard before the door is slammed shut. The little girl looks to her left and right to scout the area, and she sees the young boy in the corner. With gradual and soft steps the little girl walks up to the boy and places her hands on his stomach, as if to see if he had a full stomach. But to her disappointment she felt her hand sink a bit. 

Under her arm she holds a small loaf of bread and hands it to the young boy. 

“ oh no, I’m okay! That’s for you, did you even eat today?” He asks in a hushed tone.

With the shake of her head she pushed the bread towards him again. But the boy refuses to take up her offer. “ I’m okay, I wanted to thank you for the food today… I haven’t had food in a while and… just thanks.”

The little girl looks at him with a tilted head to the side and a small smile on her face. She gives a nod before she begins walking away to lead the way to the destination. But she doesn’t hear footsteps behind her. The young girl looks back to see the boy still in the same place she left him, she walks over to grab his wrist and walks out of the alley way with him. 

The two walked down the street avoiding eye contact of every person. The two eventually reach an abandoned torn down house. She goes through a small opening and disappears into the darkness of the house. 

Levi had never been one to follow anyone, but for some reason he felt called to follow this young girl. With a deep breath in, he goes in in hopes to find her. “Hey.. um where are you?” He calls out, squinting in the dark to adjust. That is when the sound of a match striking the match box is heard and a small lantern is lit. The area is illuminated and he looks around to take in his surroundings. That’s when his eyes catch the Small drawings on the wall, small flowers, a sun, stick like figures. All over, that is until he catches a small drawing in the corner of the room of what resembles a small girl crying. 

“ Did you draw all of these?” He asks the girl, to which she nods proudly. She walks over towards a small lay out of wooden crates and some hay with a small blanket on top and bottom. Before she get’s on she walks over to a bucket of what looks like water and pulls out a small rag. That is when she begins to wipe her face, neck, arms and legs. That is when she jumps onto the makeshift bed and pats the small side beside her, as he walks over she throws her hands up in a motion that says  “stop” and points to the water and rag, instructing him he needs to clean first.  Understanding he goes over and wipes himself off before going over to where she was. 

“ Is this where you sleep?”

The young girl nods again and pulls out her little piece of bread, but cuts it in half and offers the other half to the boy. “No you have it, I had enough food today.” The girl refusing to take no for an answer, she shoves the bread into his hands and turns back to her piece before munching away. When the both are done eating the little girl gets comfortable and lays down getting ready for bed. The boy takes it as his time to go and attempts to leave until she pulls at his sleeve. 

“ you’re going to bed, so i need to leave?”

She shakes her head in disagreement and points outside and rubs her arms up and down, as if to say “ it’s cold.”

“ Yeah, but I’ll be okay. This is your place.”

She pats the bed again, points at the boy then outside and shakes her head again, in complete protest of him going outside. The girl could not understand why he would want to be outside all alone in the cold! She hated the cold but above all she hated being alone because when you’re alone that is when bad people hurt you. 

“ You want me to stay here?” he asks in disbelief.

She nods her head, of course she wants him to stay, he could get hurt outside! 

The young boy contemplates his choices wondering if he could trust her, or if he should leave. But he decides to stay with her.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi #levi x you #levi x oc #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #levi attack on titan #levi aot #levi ackerman aot #aot #aot x you #aot x reader

[juneviews]

how would you personally rank Off's characters?

also Gawin's and Mond's characters

I have a full post of me ranking off's characters already! but here it is for mond & gawin :)

MOND:

sun (midnight motel): ABSOLUTELY FLAWLESS PERFORMANCE!!! carried the show!!! slayed beyond all expectations!!! truly incredible as the villain, one of my fave acting performance EVER I loved it so much. also sun in himself is the most interesting villain I've seen!

namnhao/namnuea (the judgement): shit show with problematic tropes but mond ATE!!! him as namnhao is not only unrecognizable & absolutely adorable, but really had some fucking top tier acting!

badz (boy for rent): the role that started it all. made me fall in love with this cutie & unable to ever go back. badz is hot af, the only character that didn't annoy me at some point during the show & the acting is very good.

kluay (water boyy): the first role I saw mond in!!! kluay honestly carried the show, he's so fun & flirty & cute and we love him in this house!!!

gram (not me): I love gram, but not the storyline he was stuck in for the whole show. I love how political gram is, how much he can be a debate-lord at times lol, and even that he's a scaredy cat. I LOVE the way he spits on dan when he betrays the gang & how he hugs sean after he gets shot. I LOVE his banter with nuch & will forever be a gramnuch stan. however, I didn't like how withdrawn from the rest of the gang they made him in order for him to pursue eugene, who looked uncomfortable the whole time & was his best friend's ex. gram had so much potential, but sadly he ended up being my least favorite character from not me bc he got the short end of the stick. mond did a great job though!

tee (the underclass): kinda forgettable show tbh but tee was a very cute love interest & I watched the whole show just for mond so slay!

matt (kiss me again): even though kiss me again is legit the worst gmmtv show ever made with ugly duckling: pity girl & turn left turn right, and matt's love interest is THE FUCKING WORST, he was kinda sorta okay I guess. to be frank I forgot everything from this storyline bc the way his love interest wanna prove he's gay is YIKES.

dodo (saneha stories: bar host): a hot, struggling stripper who becomes a literal dad??? if the show wasn't so short & rushed this would be way higher, mond ATE!

term (ps: I hate you): a hot dummie who forgives lies for love, which... couldn't be me lol so he's there.

por (fabulous 30): I really liked fabulous 30, and it wasn't because of the main character played by mond. por is bland AS ALL HELL, pushy & disregards his best friend's feelings, and he just... gave us nothing. at least he's cute thanks to mond's good looks though :')

GAWIN:

pisaeng (be my favorite): so it's very hard for me to decide which is my favorite gawin role, simply bc imo pisaeng, dan & mork are all my faves for very different reasons. but I will put pisaeng here bc I literally don't see how anyone could dislike him? like he's perfect but not boring & does have struggle, which we LOVE around here! also the depiction of him finding his sexuality in bmg ep.5 was INCREDIBLE I loved it so much!!! so pisaeng will be number one (for now!)

dan (not me): now, dan is on another plane of existence for me. I literally adore him & am a dan apologist THROUGH & THROUGH bestie. I genuinely think he's one of he most interesting characters I've EVER seen, and that makes it so he shouldn't be in this ranking. he EXCEEDS this ranking! I absolutely adore imperfect characters & I think the depiction gawin gave dan was perfect. BUT dan also gave me THE MOST PAINFUL betrayal scene in existence that literally has changed my dna TO THIS VERY DAY, so just for that I'll give him the number 2 spot :')

mork (dark blue kiss/kiss me again): girllllllllll, my heart aches having to put mork in number 3 bc I LITERALLY ADORE HIM!!! I was a huge dbk stan but since then I've legit rewatched the show only for mork lol, I absolutely love him & he's an amazing character! so as I said previously, mork is number one in my heart on a equal playing field as pisaeng & dan, I can't choose!

saifa (enchanté): literally the tiniest role but he was hot af AND played a guitar rendition of offgun's too cute to handle on the show???????? AN ABSOLUTE BLESSING THANK U! also he legit played cupid for akktheo so slayyyyyyyy!!!

mile (girl next room: motorbike baby): honestly better than the actual love interest cpodiuygsuichdisucodihb, hot & ALSO plays guitar (duh), too bad that he's a cheater lmao!

xxx

#answers #off jumpol #mond tanutchai #fluke gawin #gawin caskey #gmmtv #MOND COME BACK TO ACTING REGULARLY CHALLENGE

[theloveinc]

🐌 anon -

Okay a few things and I’ll go cause I literally- this shit-

Bakugou has had a long day at work. When he came home he literally ate so much food you had cooked from him that the smell of food makes him sick. Afterwards he took a hot ahh bath and right when he laid in y’all’s bed and did that feet rub thing everyone does he was fucking out.

A few hours later he would hear crumbling a first he thought it was just the cat coming to bed but then he heard it again and it sounded like plastic. He swears to fucking god if that fat old bastard got into some FUCKING food or weird ass international snack you eat from your home country and gets sick and he has to rush him again to the vet ER he’s gonna kick YOURS and THE CATS ass. His bright red eyes would be glaring at the dark wall in front of him and he would look on his night stand to see it’s 2am- he has to be up in 2 hours.

He was ready to grab that bastard and throw him downstairs until he hears the bed shift and causes him to jump. He’s whip around so fast that it scares you and you’re looking around asking him what’s wrong and did someone break in or something?? THIS BITCH- This man is GLARING SO HARD AT YOU CAUSE WHY TF ARE YOU EATING A UNCRUSTABLE IN YALLS BED AT 3 AM- ITS LITERALLY FROZEN! WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU!

Also that song by ghost- Mary on the cross the lyric “you’re beauty never ever scared me” makes me think of bakugou with a s/o that has a “villain” like quirk that makes her look monster like. He knows people use to pick on her and that she always wanted to be a hero growing up but her quirk is seen as “too dark” and could “scare the public” or “make people uncomfortable” but he thinks you’re just so fucking beautiful that it physically hurts him.

I can see his s/o sitting in front of a full size body mirror just staring at themselves because they wish they were quirkless because they’re seen as “dark” or “monster like” and he just kneels down beside you and cradles your face while gently whispering how beautiful you are and how you’re absolutely too perfect and beautiful for this world AHHH GAAAAAAHHWD DAMN

This is making me YELL omg, Bakugo being so tired from work he just breezes through the house not even realizing what the hell is going on.😭😭😭 Probably on one of the days he has his normal morning or day shift after an emergency fill-in the night previous, he just... is so soppy + exhausted that all he can do is be sweet to you and let you feed and cuddle him...

Which is why, OF COURSE, he ends up assuming the crinkles are from the cat (me 24/7 w/ my kitten actually)...

I'm just imagining the argument too, LMAO:

"Why... the fuck... are you eating a frozen uncrustable.......... in my bed?"

"Your bed? And uh, you were the one who dragged me in here at 8:30."

"Be quiet. We usually go to bed at 8:30."

"Yeah, after having a conversation about it like any normal couple. You were drooling all of dinner, was like talking to a robot."

"Be quiet."

"You said that already."

"Shut up. Finish your damn sandwich. Gave me a fuckin' heart attack."

(And he's like, sinking deeper into the covers and glaring at you until you finish LMAOOO. Then you do the feet rubbing thing again until he passes out, AGAIN as;djfalksjd.)

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And for the monster quirk idea, 🥺🥺🥺 Bakugo being so hurt that he's unable to make you see how lovely you are. He really has such a hard time imagining why anyone WOULDN'T think you were the most amazing person on the planet for having not only the coolest quirk ever, but dealing with the hardships that came with it, too.

Makes him LIVID, and no matter how scary people find you, they're gonna find him even scarier when he goes after them for making you sad. Yeah, Bakugo is absolutely monster GF's protector hehehe.

#bakugo #sorry for not getting into either of these much! two ideas in one is rough for me #the longer the post the more scared i am LOL #but these were sweet ideas #caitie things #🐌 #anon

[chronically-a-menace]

i haven't seen it lately but i know a while back there was this hugeeee trend of people saying they were born into the wrong generation and how they belonged into the 80's or 90's or whatever... but im gonna be really honestly i dont think we appreciate our generation enough,i LOVE being a girl in '23. i love talking the most unhinged stuff out loud with other girls during math class at 7 am. I love the little rush to open letterboxd whenever leaving the theater, i love twerking to songs none of us know the name to and lie for fun to strangers at parties. I love editing culture where a 30 second edit make me watch 8 season of a show simply because 2 characters MIGHT be gay (they never are). I love famous people drama,i love reality shows were i spent my day drown into petty fights that everyone is aware that are scripted but still opening twitter to talk about it,i love when its halloween season and teenagers dress as characters that represent them and at the same time i also love seeing girls get so confident in their costumes that means nothing else then looking hot. i love getting ready together when everything is so chaotic and "WHERES MY MASCARA" "CAN SOMEONE DO EYELINER FOR ME" "CAN YOU ZIP MY DRESS" and suddenly everyones ready and you can hear 8 different speed up songs blasting through phones because theres girls in every corner of the room making thirst traps,i love tumblr and being able to make those huge ass paragraphs about things that i want to talk about and theres no one to hear,knowing someone here probably will :) and if we wanna get poetic i love how open i can be about who i am and who i love to people my age,i love how much more accepting we are then older generations,i love seeing how my friends switched into trynna make me go out guys to giving me thumbs up and the biggest smile whenever i talk to a girl they think i could actually love,i love turning up tv to watch silly little shows about girls liking girls,i love the owls house and shera and how no one in the amphibia fandom would ever dissagree that all of those bitches are gay. i think we as a society should start appreciating all the work we did to undo everything wrong that was taught to us,and yes we obviously have flaws but we also made so much progress comparing to our grandparents and sometimes even parents

#amphibia #the owl house #shera #gen z #2023

[loversandcousins]

Then and now and again

when memoir reads like fiction / Inspired by re-reading the first 16 pages of Mrs. Dalloway:

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On Friday nights a group of college students went to tutor inside a local prison. The prison offered college classes, and Friday was an open study session for the incarcerated students. Tutors and students would pair up or sit in groups and go over the latest assignments together. After 2 hours, all the participants would sit in a circle and share poetry or other creative writing. There was a sense of mutual respect in the room that gave Kinnera a reason to keep coming back and keep volunteering. It was eye opening to go inside a prison, it made her feel good to help and chat and be friendly. The students were all men, and she was young, and they would flatter her, which felt good too. 

She started that Friday routine in the winter, letting her Friday nights be all that, the drive and tutoring and pizza with other volunteers afterwards, coming home by 9 pm full. When the summer came around, the nights got hot, and one Friday she made plans to go to the city after tutoring. Her friends were meeting up earlier than she could make it, but every now and then the night did not intimidate her, it was warm enough and welcoming and worth the effort. It takes about an hour to get to Penn Station, and then easily another 40 minutes to get to Brooklyn, it's a long time to be awake.

The first coincidence of that night was that another student who tutored was on the same train as her. He was a graduate student studying comparative literature who was eager to talk. His name was Eric and he studied dreams. "A few months ago I came back from Alaska," he started. "I stayed there for months to interview this man about his dreams." Kinnera's eyes glazed over as she listened to this man talk about a man who dreamt in fragments, run-ons, bright colors, and premonitions. Dreams have their own logic and time keeping, and Eric tried to explain this in so many words. Many, many, snowglobe-like words, falling gently around her, passed the time easily. They parted ways at Penn station.

From there, Kinnera walked to the Herald Square station so it would be just one subway to Brooklyn instead of two. The M took her over the bridge and she got off in Williamsburg. She ducked into a McDonalds to change her shirt and put some makeup on. She walked to the address of the club and stood outside, looking. It was quiet, there was no club. A girl standing at the front door of an apartment building looked at Kinnera as if she recognized her. Which she did, they knew each other. It was Sahara, who graduated two years ahead of her in high school. They squealed. "Kinn what are you doing here! How are you?" Sahara pulled her into a hug. This was someone special to Kinnera, someone she had always admired for being beautiful and artistic. This was a meaningful coincidence, the night was so warm, Sahara one of the dreamiest people to run into. "I'm looking for 98 meserole…" she started.

"Street or avenue?" Sahara asked right away. That was it, it was the wrong address, the street not the avenue, it was a common mistake. Sahara pointed in the right direction and Kinnera gave her a quick squeeze goodbye, they were never very close, the admiration one way, no need to make plans to see each other again. 

It was a 30 minute walk from where she had ended up. The night was still warm, that was all she needed. Sahara was her favorite person to run into, the diversion was worth it, she was running late to a party that would last all night, there was no rush. She pictured herself in a dream, like the one that man in Alaska told Eric about. She thought, in passing, "Am I safe?" as she walked through the dark, a quiet neighborhood outside a park. It was safe, it was warm, that was all she needed. 

The club was there, at the right address. Avenue not street, the Good Room glowed red. Her friends were inside, not waiting, not wondering, happy to see her, happy to hear her story though it was hard to explain why it all meant so much, why this was already such a good night. And so, she did what she came there to do– drink, dance, and melt into the club until it was all a soft roar and shadow. There is a bad room inside the Good room, but she didn't do anything bad, she never really did. Kinnera danced like she learned to dance from her friends where you don't have to bother anyone around you, and you get your personal space, you can look around and make eye contact with others if you want to. They stayed until early morning, tumbling back to a friend's parents' second home in Brooklyn Heights. 

Over the years, every now and then, Kinnera would take a late train to the city to go dancing. Usually in the summer, and only rarely in the winter, but years later it was a mild winter, and there was a friday night in the low 50s, which isn't freezing at all, the warm was all she needed. New Year's Eve was that Sunday. You're allowed to wear something sparkly that close to the near year even in Brooklyn, and it would be so much easier to get in and out of the city than the 31st itself. But Kinnera kept missing the train, the first one she was late for and let go while still getting ready in her apartment, but the next one she ran for and then it was canceled. It wasn't that cold, but it was too cold to wait 40 minutes on the platform. She ducked into a bar around the corner for a gin and tonic, wondering how old the bartender was and if he was mixed or just white. He flattered her, asked her, "leaving already?" when she asked for the check. When the train finally arrived she knew it was still an hour to Penn Station, and another 40 to Brooklyn. Choosing to DJ carefully the transit time, she played 100gecs on her headphones, staying bubbly while conserving energy, remembering that chatty grad student from years ago who studied dreams. 

This time it was a straight line to her friend's apartment, always nice to stay subterranean and take an ACE train straight from Penn Station. On the subway a young man sat next to her and spread his legs until his knee gently grazed hers, the touch happening so gradually over the course of the 20 stops that it felt unintentional and safe. They touched knees as if it couldn't be avoided, both knowing it was entirely optional, she thought for a few stops about about moving away but decided not to. As she got off the subway he quietly asked "Can I have your number?" and Kinnera laughed, behind her mask, flattered. 

Your 30s are like your 20s, but with money. She had read that recently on a mug or fridge magnet recently and it offended her but also seemed optimistic. She thought about this as she waited for the elevator. Her friend wasn't waiting, wasn't worried, was happy to see her. The ketamine hit and they got tickets to a set they thought was sold out. The thrill of the k hitting as they got lucky was confusing and fun. The k made Kinnera feel big. In the warm of the car, listening to her friend talk about going to a casino with his estranged uncles' kids, she felt her hands swell and her mouth open as big as the car was wide. A little carsick, cracking the window helped. Then, distracted, it seems astonishing to her that they had already arrived.

The coat check is a necessity in the winter, something considerate. Then, onto the dancefloor, dutifully checking in with Papa Theo, inching to the front to see for herself that it's really him, like that boiler room video, like that set she heard, with that long lost friend who put her on, years ago. Then, and now, and again... The unsaid theme was prom– with New Years' so close and everyone eager to shake off the wholesomeness of Christmas– it made sense. 

Kinnera danced like she had learned from her friends, all the years pouring like melted cheese folding back and forth. Making one-way best friends in the crowd, letting her eyes rest on the disco ball, feeling how lucky it is to be in a club, to be reflected back by something as magnificent as a disco ball. Feeling like she was a wonderful dancer, that she was beautiful and perfect, yet cool and aloof enough that no one would know she was ecstatic on the inside. Maybe they were very well feeling the same thing. There was no problem with that. Putty in Papa Theo's hands. 

The set lasted longer than she did, and even though you could always eat or do more drugs or drink something caffeinated, she didn't want to. Still astonishing that a car can take you exactly where you plan to be. At her friend's apartment, brushing her teeth and doing a child's pose before sleeping, she thought to herself how she never does anything too bad. Staying up all night its own medicine, she fell asleep flat on her back.

#mrs dalloway #stream of consciousness #memoir #fiction #dancing #new york city #theo parrish #summer #winter

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Day 2 - I woke up at 4am-ish thanks to good old jet lag. Which I was a bit bummed about as I had booked to wear a Kimono all day in Kyoto so wanted to feel good and rested and also look nice and not like I had been punched in the face. However I seemed to find a second wind and was fine all day and it was so bright and hot I had my sunglasses on most the time, so you couldn't seen my tired eyes much lol.

We ended up getting up super early, eating our breakfast I pre-bought the night before so we could save time to get to Kyoto quickly the night before. Then just started getting ready a slow pace. It was a nice start to the morning.

We caught the train to Kyoto which ended up starting off very busy as we started the day early, we hit rush hour. But after that it thinned out and we enjoyed a lovely train ride to Kyoto.

We were a bit early for the rental so grabbed something else to eat as we were hungry again and slowly walked to the rental place. It was so so hot that day. It was around 30 degrees, mostly clear skies and lots of sunshine. We found a nice park where we sat in the shade until it was time and I went to get changed. It was very daunting going alone, but I plucked up the courage and went for it.

It was a nice experience overall. I had to pick from the tall and wider section which meant my choice was quite small, but I actually preferred that as there were so many in the main section, I think I would of been quite overwhelmed with which to go for. The dressing progress wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought it might be, and although tight and fairly weighty the Kimono wasn't too uncomfortable. After a few minutes I got used to it. I had my hair done and then out the door to meet Matt. I think it would of been a lot of fun going with friends. But they said to not bring anyone who wasn't getting dressed, so being alone was ok but I would love to do it with a friend if I ever did it again.

Matt and I set off to explore the local Shrine. To be honest I hadn't planned this out that well and we just sort of wondered around. Then we stumbled upon Kiyomizudera Temple and Yasaka-no-to Pagoda. I'd seen photos of these places but didn't think to note where they were. Anyway, it was quite a steep climb up especially in my kimono and sandals. But it was lovely and leisurely. After our disastrous trip to Kyoto last time and to Inari Shrine I finally got to see some real Kyoto and it didn't disappoint.

I did feel like I had stepped into 'Spirited Away' at times. We walked to the top and looked out over the beautiful countryside and views. It was so stunning at the top and looking across at the panoramic view of Kyoto and seeing the temple's wooden stage across from the other side. We ate Matcha Ice Cream, Dangos and Meat buns, and visited lots of little shops and I bought a cat purse, as we slowly wound our way back down. I am glad we started early as by the time we were coming down it was insanely busy. My feet unfortunately couldn't handle doing over 20k steps in the sandal sock combo I had on, so we headed back to the Kimono shop a little early (I had to return it by 5:30pm and we headed back just gone 4pm).

I popped to the loo before I went in and of course fell on my face and couldn't get up on my own. Crying and hands bleeding I decided that was the end of the day and I need to cool off and get some sleep.

Once back in Osaka and freshened up we headed into Dotonburi and went to CoCo Curry where Matt had a level 5 curry and it was very hot and we had a lovely dinner and headed back to the hotel.

Overall it was a fantastic day and one of my favourite days of the whole trip (minus the falling over). Although I wouldn't rush to wear a Kimono again, I am so glad I could experience it and I really loved the day.

#japantrip #toriablogs #kyoto #kimono

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Fate Cannot Be Changed

What happens if the strongest mafia known to be the coldest man alive gets arranged married with a sweet hearted woman? Can the innocent Yn change Gojo Satoru, biggest mafia in Yakuta? Maybe or maybe not..-

Mafia Gojo Saturo x Yn

(Part - 3)

Yn's POV

I did not realise when I feel asleep, but waking up I met a quiet house. Gojo left. Grabbing my phone the first thing I realised was that I got the first ever message from Gojo.

Gojo : get ready by 7 we will go to my parents house.

My head was filled with who the people was and who was Nora. My head was filled with thousands of thoughts so the day passed away quickly. I could just do the house chores and nothing else. Soon as I sat to have my evening tea the clock caught my attention. It was 6:30. Shit. I have 30 minutes to bath and get ready. By the time I was done with bathing and touching up my makeup, I was left with 5 minutes. I hastily wore the first dress that was in my closet. It was from my mother. It was a long black silk dress. It had a lot of memories. Before I could get all nostalgic I heard the a knock on my bedroom door. When did Gojo come. Opening it I saw Gojo, in his tuxedo. He looks extra tall. Oh gosh his legs and his biceps. Snap out if it Yn. I reminded myself that I am just a tool for Gojo. I simply nodded and approached him. "Let's go". The drive was mostly silent. And it was me who always spoke. "We are staying there tonight" Gojo announced. Shit. I wore this dress which is.. well nice but for sleeping I don't think is the best.

It was deadly quite, so as a good wife I tried to break. "You look nice" I said looking at him for a clue that he liked my compliment. He did look nice but specifically hot. Those veins popping out while one of his hand resting on the steering wheel . God I am falling it has not been even a month of our marriage. But Gojo did not say anything or even look at me. Did I make it more awkward ? " Sorry I didn't mean to make yo-" "We are not going to a party why did you wear a dress like that." Our voices overlapped. "I didn't know that." Oh that hurts. This black dress was nice. I got a lot of compliments. Was it that hard for him to just say I looked nice? "You are wearing a tuxedo?" And he ignored me. "Um Gojo? About last night. Were they your friends?" I said. "Look Yn I told you it's none of your business. Why can't you get a simple shit in your mind, huh?" He almost yelled. I hate loud sound. He knew a lot about my life. But is it wrong for me to be curious about his? About my life long partner. I just deeply sighed . "Yn" he said in a firm voice. It was the first time in the car he spoke. I flinched as I quickly looked at him. "Y-Yes?" I stuttered. " I wanted to talk about our-" he was interrupted by my phone ringtone. I quickly tired to silent it but Jake called me. I got the same chills running through my body. I started getting flashbacks of my old days. It has been almost 2 months now. I should feel happy he called but no. I felt sad and also a bit angry. I wanted to hear what Gojo was saying. But I just answered the call anyway. Throughout my call I felt Gojo's dark auroma filling the car. Reaching home, Gojo slammed his hand on the steering wheel even without looking at me and got out. As I rushed to him, I saw him standing outside. Oh was he waiting for me? He grasped my wrist tightly and leaned forward. "Yn don't dare to make my parents suspicious or worried."

Gojo's POV

Last night I was sober enough to remember what happened. Even after treating her the worst treatments, she still cares. I told her about Nora. Did I hurt her? She looks so fragile as if I might break her any moment. In my life I only cared about Nora, my mom, Geto and probably Shoko. But there's is something about Yn I feel I need to protect her. A feeling I never got before. Yesterday I stumbled myself and told her about Nora. I do still love her. And yesterday and also today when Yn asked about Geto and Shoko I was, well very tired to answer. Last night I saw Yn's eyes filled with concern and care, like actual feeling. Nora was the last person I saw the concern and care in her eyes. It makes me want to melt. Her touch is so warm, makes me crave her touch more. But I will not fall in love with someone I am forced married with. I had and have to remind myself not to fall for her. Because if my plan works then this marriage will end within the next 4 months.

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I can feel her soft breathing. Her warmth is radiating and I could feel that as she looked outside filled with thoughts. She looked so good in her silk black dress. Her breasts were pumped and I could see them. I wish I was the only one who could look at those. She had the perfect body. Big but not huge breasts and ass. And my favourite thick thighs. She is so pretty and innocent. It almost makes me want to ruin her. Make her dirty and show her what is my kind of love. This woman, only if she knew what she did to me within a few days of our marriage. But I will not fall for her. I learnt a very good lesson from my past. And I will make sure I divorce her as soon as possible, when I will be done with her parents. "Yn" I said in a firm voice. She flinched as she quickly looked at me. "Y-Yes?" She stuttered. Am I that scary? " I wanted to talk about our-" I was interrupted by Yn's phone. I nodded as she answers. "Jake? Hey? How have you been?" Yn spoke in a soft yet confused voice. I don't normally eavesdrop but who the fuck was Jake? I felt weird and agitated. Why would MY wife, who wore MY ring, lived in MY house talk to someone specifically a boy? But then again I had no right to be. What was worst is Yn let out a soft chuckle hearing something 'Jake' said. It felt worst. I looked at her as I realised that I got a sudden urge to stop the car roughly pull her by the neck and kiss her. And then make a lot of dark hickeys and show the fucker the hickeys specifically the ones on her boobs and nec-. What the hell did I just imagine, making out with my arranged wife? The one I hated the most? Shit, what was happening to me. But I got a feeling that I had to remove Jake from my wife. Probably murder him. He got some nerve to talk to wife and make her chuckle. As I stopped the car in front of my parents house I slammed my hand on the steering wheel out of frustration, causing Yn to flinch. Great. Why am I getting annoyed just by remembering 'Jake' ? Why do I even care? I couldn't answer as I got out of my car.

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To be continued

#anime #anime fandom #anime fanfic #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #mafia au #arranged marriage

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My Life Before Miss Rona

It was 2:00 o'clock in the morning. I was lying on my bed. The lights were off. I could hear the crickets and distance conversations of my neighbors and passers-by. I was on my phone, binge-watching my favorite boys love (BL) series. The caffeine I had consumed the other day was still rushing in my veins. I was too ecstatic to watch my favorite series, yet I was slothful to do my long overdue assignments and requirements. I went to sleep late. It was 5:00 o'clock in the morning. Mr. Sun was already out, and the roosters were already crowing.

I woke up late. It was 8:30 o'clock in the morning. "Shit! Mapatay na sad ko aning sir ba," I screamed when I glanced at my phone. It was no surprise; I have always been late to my classes and errands since when I was 12. It became a habit of mine, an awful habit I cannot easily get rid of. I then realized I had not ironed my uniform yet. "Ah. Maligo sa ko una ayha ko mamlantsa," I whispered. I had a 9:00 AM class to attend to, but I still was not prepared yet. It took me a while to take a bath. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I immediately went to the kitchen and had a quick breakfast. I then went to my bedroom, put on my clothes and shoes, brush my teeth, left home, and walked as fast as I could.

Before going to my room on the fifth floor at the engineering complex, I would drop by at the nearest coffee shop to have my favorite drink. I was already forty-five minutes late to my class. However, I did not mind being late that day. Sir barely gives a fuck, and that's what I like about him (jag älskar dig, sir). Upon entering the room, I saw my classmates' poker face, giving a hint that I'm in deep shit. Then, I saw sir's frowning face with his left hand leaning on the table, silently looking at me, but I could hear his thoughts saying, "You're late again, Mr. Lopez."

My daily life has always been like this; it is a cycle that I cannot break—sleeps late, wakes up late, arrives at school late, goes home late. My life is a big, hot mess. I have too many bullshits to deal with. Miserable if you ask me. And just when I thought my life was already pretty dull and boring, then Miss Rona came. Miss Rona changed the way I live my life, and I do my things.

We should be in school right now—studying, making gossips with friends during free time, playing arcades in malls, eating our favourite food and drinks in our favourite restaurants and coffee shops. We should be travelling to our favourite dream destinations right now—taking pictures, posting stories on Instagram and Facebook, and make our worst enemies jealous of our travel photos. We should be socializing with friends and family right now—attending occasions like weddings, anniversaries, and birthdays. We should be hanging out with people we met on social media—drinking our favourite intoxicating drinks and eating our extremely gross pulutan, hooking up with strangers we barely know. Sadly, we're stuck in our homes, facing our smartphones and computers all day, all night. We became too dependent on technology to do things we could usually do before Miss Rona arrived.

#thmndlssshp