#Fluff??

[meracyn]

ꜱᴏᴜʀ, ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴇ-ꜱᴜɴɢ

summary. kwon's words still ring in your ears, causing you distractions during your matches. you end up forgetting, though, when he asks you a question you certainly didn't expect.

notes. part 2 is here! click this to go back to pt. 1, click here for pt. 3

warnings. none?

The next round of the tournament arrived, every new challenge bringing the semifinals closer. Looking over at the board with all the points tracked for each dojo, guilt formed in your chest at the sight of Miyagi-Do being placed as one of the lowest. Your team was struggling, barely making it through the competition. You had to focus– for everyone's sake, but with Kwon around, you knew he wouldn't make it easy for you.

As the announcer called out your dojo being against Spain's team, your Sensei went over to you, a stern look on his face– it was Johnny. "Look, you know we're close to losing this thing," You gave a nod, though hearing those words felt like a slap. Noticing your anxious expression, he continued, "I want you to show me that you can win. Think you can do that?"

Mustering all the courage you had, you nodded again. "Yes, Sensei."

"Good. You're up first, be ready."

You stepped onto the ring, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Across from you stood Maria Alvarez, the female captain of Spain's team. Getting into position, you took a deep breath, determined to earn a win. At the signal, you immediately went in, closing the distance between you both, doing a quick jab on her stomach, followed by an uppercut.

Maria staggered back, but quickly recovered, jaw clenched as she adjusted her stance before going towards you again. You swiftly moved around, blocking and attacking with precision at any chance. Just as you were going to strike a punch, your gaze looked over at the crowd– and amongst everyone, your eyes met with Kwon's, who was already looking at you with an unwavering gaze.

Before you had the chance to refocus, Maria took your momentary distraction as an advantage, throwing a right hook to your side. Being off balance, you struggled to block and dodge. As the captain landed a spinning back kick to your midsection, you stumbled, losing balance as your back hit onto the mat, making the bell ring—and signaling her victory.

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You slammed your fist against the wall, shaking in anger as you ignored the stinging feeling. Your team ended up losing again, resulting in now being on the verge of elimination. First, it was Robby who wasn't focused. Now it was you, too? You blamed yourself for getting distracted easily.

Hearing the door click, you turned around to see Kwon standing there, a slight smirk on his face. He walked towards you, hands in his jackets’ pockets. "Seems like your dojo didn't do well today." He remarked.

"What do you want, Kwon? You got what you wanted already." You scoffed, not letting yourself be intimidated by his antics. Seeing him was the last thing you wanted right now.

"Oh yeah? What did I get, hm?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You know what I'm talking about."

"Ah," Kwon chuckled, realizing that you were referring to the distraction he caused you during your match. He leaned in, his face mere inches away from yours. "But you know— that was your fault, love. Not mine."

"Is it really?" There was a brief moment of silence, just as you turned to leave, he spoke again, this time his voice was softer. "Do you think it's worth staying in Miyagi-Do?" His question caught you off guard, making you go quiet. Without waiting for a response, he left the room.

You definitely didn't expect to be asked that from him. Though it made you end up questioning your choices that night.

[velvveet]

silly ichance for the win..

[kaeuhhh]

Judy Alvarez headcanons <333

Judy headcanons cuz its pride month and I literally see little to none cyberpunk fics here

((All random headcanons, first headcanon post ever LOL))

𖦹°‧ Literally such a sweetheart, your sick? she's coming and taking care of you mf. Need to talk? THROWING EVERYTHING DOWN TO HELP YOU

𖦹°‧ Cat person for SURE, she absolutely adores Nibbles (If V has him)

𖦹°‧ Loves to tell V all about her day, she could literally spend HOURS talking about what happened at work, what BD she's working on, Ideas for what she wants to try next with future BDs, literally just anything techie related. V could be MID GIG and she'll just send a random text ranting abt stuff 😭

𖦹°‧ Whenever she stays over at V's place (often) she will literally spend half that time just cuddling and rambling on and on about her interests and dreams.

𖦹°‧ AMAZING LISTENER. After a long day she’ll just hold V in her arms and run her hands through V's hair and just listen to her vent <333

𖦹°‧ She often gets nightmares about loosing V, and afterwards just needs to be held and kissed. Sometimes V will have to hold her for hours and tell her everything’s gonna be alright <33

((Sorry if this is kinda sucky lol, first time writing shit 👍🏽))

[nikipuff]

The Last Day P. 2 (Good End)

Good ending of "The Last Day"!

Warnings: None really, a bit angsty at first but then FLUFFFFFF, (mc tries to propose but we don't talk abt that . . . ), not proofread, worse than my other ones cause I'm not the best at writing for Casper . . . (Mychael gets special treatment I love him-)

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God, why did he have to love you so much?

Why had he broken down at your concern?

Why did he have to need your comfort?

And why did he want more?

Every smile over your calls, every joke you shared or flirtatious comment you made

He loved it.

He loved- no, loves you

And here you were, holding him tightly as you both sat on your bed, whispering comforting words to him as he confronted his decision

“Casper, it’s okay, I’m here,’ you whispered, wiping the tears from his cheeks

Tears

How long had it been since he allowed himself to do something like cry?

What had made him do this?

Was it the idea of hurting you?

Of watching as you left him behind, the only thing left of your fiery spirit being a soul for him to guide?

“Sunshine, I-”

“I know, it’s your job. It's okay.”

But your comfort had the opposite effect

He didn’t want you to accept it for him, to give up and resign yourself to your fate without a single fight because of his distraught.

He wanted you to insult him, to scream and shout for life with every breath left in your body

Because maybe it would make him hate you

Maybe it would make it easier

“I- I can’t-”

“Casper, look at me.”

He turned at your soft-spoken command, his eyes still glistening with tears.

“You don’t have to listen to them. We could run off, love each other, get marrie-”

Within an instant, Casper’s arms were around you. “Yes- Yes, I would like that, Sunshine, I- I want that.”

You smiled at his touch, wrapping your own arms around him in response

“I want that too, Grimmy.”

[xuanhttps]

⠀♩⠀⠀‿‿⠀⠀❀⠀⠀⠀﹒⠀⠀⠀꒷꒦⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ ֶָ۪ ⠀⠀⠀﹐ i will see your body bare

› in which ;; you will always be there.

› containing ;; azul ashengrotto, leona kingscholar, silver vanrouge , gn!reader (you/yours)

› disclaimer ;; not proofread and written at midnight, kinda songfic??? not rlly but i plaster mitski lyrics here and there bc im in love with her carnally

a treasury is not complete without a pearl — ashengrotto, azul.

he is dependant, even if he hides it. azul would rather eat octopus than admit to his dependancy on your love. someone as strong and independent as the ramshackle prefect would surely laugh at his desperation! he cannot be weak. surely. that is what he must be telling himself, you think as you pull his head closer to you. resting it inbetween your shoulder and neck as his eyes droop. after hours of managing the lounge, perhaps the big fish mafia boss needs his own break.

you lay him down in bed, not before taking off his blazer and hanging it on the chair. he lays down in your bed, although uncomfortable in theory the simple scent of that perfume schoenheit bought you will never fade. he sighs lovingly, gazing at your face which is just so.. responsible, taking care of him like this.

i will wash your hair at night, and dry it off with care.

other nights, the two of you bathe together in his dorm. your hair knitted in his curly, white locks as you massage the shampoo into his scalp, only looking at his face to avoid him feeling insecure, you know him so perfectly. it drives him crazy in love. he feels so safe, even with his body bare. with you, its as if the past 17 years of his life never occurred. all that matters is the soft caress of your fingers against his skin, the sweet words you whisper as you press kisses to his neck and back. how you promise to him, that he will always be your pearl.

you are the one thing i cannot lose — kingscholar, leona.

it should be considered unbecoming of him, to be so loving with you. to let you tangle your finger tips in his braids as you rub his ears as if he were a housecat. his grumbles go unnoticed, you both know how much he loves them. how he will always lean into your touch. how, for once, as embarrassing as it is.. he wishes for someone to fall back on. someone like you. the perfect, unstoppable prefect.

ever since his overblot, his eyes have been on you. the persistence you hold is something he wishes for. yet once he is in your lap, or you rest in his, that resolve turns to specks of sand in afterglow savannah. he could be stripped of his royal title, and he would still dismiss it if it meant feeling your hands graze over his skin. or seeing the ways in which your expressions change with your mood.

cause' all I ever wanted is here, all i ever wanted.

right. he could shed tears when he remembers how dear he is to you. what did he do to deserve this? a second place player, a second place prince. always second place. why is he first to you? is it pity? he should be enraged. he should growl and remind you that he is far from weak. yet, he melts into you like cotton candy in the rain. hes weak for you, youre weak for him.

i see your smile in my dreams — vanrouge, silver

he wishes to see more of you. with you, more than ever, silver wishes his narcolepsy could just disappear. silver is abundantly aware of how much he misses, your smile and your voice.. how much more he could see them, how much more he would hear them. how addicting it would be, like a drug that only brings fortune. silver wishes he could protect you from the forsaken world you are trapped in. yet despite that, he knows you are strong. silver cannot help but look up to you, you who will always be the strongest person in his heart.

so by the time you wake, ill be brave.

he rests his head in your lap, like a child longing for the embrace of a parent. the experience carries a scent of childhood, if such a thing may be described. like a warmth enveloping the two of you. thorns in your side wither into dust when he is near. his eyes glimmer like stars fallen to the sand, a long walk barefoot with the grains against your feet and the wind passing by like time being a dream silver finds hopeful. perhaps in another world, he could stay awake to see your face much longer. should he be blind to such a rejuvenating sight, silver will drown in the sensation of your touch like a diver at sea. he may never return, if you leave he may never be the same. for, his home lies in your heart alone.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic is a bodyswap au and I have been WAITING for this one

(630 words.)

As it turns out, it's really bloody hard to pretend to be Sirius. Remus just isn't laid back enough. He can't hold on to that bouncy, bright energy the way Sirius does.

"Padfoot?"

A few seconds pass before Remus remembers that he's Padfoot, turning quickly and shooting James a smile. Oh, it's weird being the same height as James.

"Hey!" He cringes a little at himself. That was way too enthusiastic, he has to find a balance. James catches it too, frowning a little at him.

"Are you okay?" He asks carefully. "You're not thinking about Moony again, are you?"

"No, I'm-"

Wait.

Sorry?

"Moony? Why would I be thinking about Moony?" He tries instead, but James just looks at him like he's spontaneously started speaking a foreign language.

"Sirius, I know you said you'd try to put him out of your mind, move on, but I don't think you should. I really do think you have a chance!"

"...A chance," Remus says slowly, trying to play catch up, slow his heartrate a little.

"Yeah!" James seems happy that Remus, Sirius, is even entertaining the idea. "You should see the way he looks at you! I'm sure he likes you back, Sirius, he has to!"

Oh.

Oh.

"He likes me?" Remus asks, stunned.

"I really think he does," James says sincerely, but Remus' head is reeling. "Ask him out! You never know what could happen!"

At that moment, Remus promptly forgets that he's halfway through a conversation, opting for turning and practically booking it to the library. Sirius is hosting his study session, and Remus should feel a little guilty, but honestly? Nothing matters more than talking to Sirius.

With that decision made, he shoves the door open. Heads turn, and Sirius looks up. Lily, sitting beside him, shoots Remus a glare.

"Uh... sorry. S- Remus, could I, uh... talk to you?"

"Piss off, Black," Lily shoots back, which tells Remus that he never wants to be on Lily's bad side.

"No, it's alright. Yeah, 'course," Sirius says back. "I'll be back in a second, guys."

He's much better at being Remus than Remus is at being him.

The moment they get outside of the library, Remus grabs Sirius' wrist and pulls him into a dark, empty hallway.

"Moony, what-"

"You like me," He states simply, stunned, watching as his own eyes widen. "As in, romantically. You like me."

"How did you-" he starts, cutting himself off as his eyes sink shut. "Prongs," He groans. Remus just nods. "Listen, Moony, I'm so sorry-"

Remus has no clue what motivates him to do this, not when Sirius is literally him right now, but he can't stop himself from leaning in and kissing him.

For a moment, it's really... weird. He's never really fancied kissing himself, to be perfectly honest.

Until time seems to freeze for a moment, and he's himself again. Suddenly, Sirius is gasping into his mouth, lips soft against his, and Remus wraps his arms around his waist, finally, finally lifting one hand and sliding it into Sirius' hair.

He's rewarded with a muffled whimper, as Sirius throws himself into the kiss with an enthusiasm so staggering it makes Remus' head swim. Still, who is he to complain when Sirius tastes like mint and Merlin Remus is in heaven.

It finally seems to click that they're in public, both of them regrettably pulling away. Their eyes meet, and Sirius huffs a gentle laugh.

"So..." He starts, and Sirius grins at him.

"If I'd known that was all it took, I would have kissed you a long time ago. Avoided this whole mess altogether," Sirius says simply, decisively, drawing a laugh out of Remus.

Okay, he's not going to the study group. Not now.

[cryptozoolliegy]

inspired by a conversation between me and a headmate on the nature of friendship and a conversation between me and my best friend (hi cami) about How Epic Being Friends is

Two rescued carewhumpees from different situations bouncing off each other with their trauma. Living Weapon Whumpee confused that Lab Rat Whumpee was hurt without rhyme or reason to it. Lab Rat Whumpee confused about how living weapon whumpee was so cooperative. And they slowly begin trusting each other more, knowing each other better, healing in tandem,,

[fiprobsreblogsalot]

A PUPPY IS BORN MY SKIN IS CLEARED MY CROPS ARE WATER I AM SCREAMING THROWING UP LOSING MY MIND

I was literally talking about Sam's disappearance like yesterday and today??? PRAYERS ANSWERED I WANT TO KISS GOD

[lamemaster]

In Sickness and in Health

Pairing: Celegorm x Reader

Summary: Sickfic with Celegorm

AN: Imagined this is the haze of post-finals crash. I, unfortunately, did not have an elven prince coming for me ಠ_ಠ

Mortality, fragility, ailments; humans are made of these.

He could not fathom anyone else finding you in a state so vulnerable. Anyone but him.

No one else had the right to wipe your delirious tears, hug your warm flushed body, or trail comforting caresses over your goosebumps to ease your chill.

Maybe it was this weird endearment that dragged Celegorm like a mad dog.

Both your sickness and health belonged to him without the binding of vows or rings.

A simple letter of your illness is enough to drag Celegorm to the mystical caves of Nargothrond, your residence, next to your brother Balan or Beor as named by Finrod.

The journey across Beleriand matters not as he exhausts every possible means to make it to the doors of his cousin's hidden abode. Handing off the reigns of an exhausted mare, who otherwise your beloved would have pampered himself, Celegorm storms in the halls that lead to your room.

Nevertheless, his pace mellows as his hand encloses the handle of the door to your room. Pushing it open gently, his eyes search for you.

Dark unlit room, a lingering odor of herbs and sweat, accompanied by your strained breathing greet Celegorm. Huddled under the blanket your figure shivers even in your sleep.

Dropping his bags, Celegorm approaches you. It takes him a minute to spot an inkling of your nose from how deeply you have buried the entirety of you inside the blankets.

After impatiently warming his hands over the hearth that seems to do little for your trembling form, Celegorm carefully pries away the blanket tucked around your face.

The sight of your flushed face and tear-stained cheeks urges him in action. As if on cue your dazed eyes open as air rushes in your poor attempt at trying to warm yourself. Celegorm catches a single tear that escapes your squinting eyes. Yet, despite the cold and delirium of your illness, you nuzzle your cheek into his palm.

Your skin feels warm against him, a stark contrast to the cold sweat covering your body. Celegorm notices the redness around your eyes and nose which is most adorable despite the situation.

Without a delay, he deposits himself next to you. Wrapping his arms around you, his hands rub the goosebumps lining your skin. Your hands clutch his tunic tighter as you bury yourself closer to him.

Not a single word is exchanged even when he places a kiss on your warm forehead. Your legs entangle with his and for the first time in the past few days, you are not cold. No drought, no hearth comforts you like the soothing caress of your lover's palm.

Sleep comes easy in the arms of your beloved.

[marbl3z]

✩°｡⋆ Even you can melt this cold heart of mine. ⸜ 🎧✮

Modern!scaramouche x fem reader

CW ;; teasing, swear words, Scara bullies you /aff, kissing, cuddling, he's being mean :(, a little suggestive, gamer bf scara x soft gf reader, sweet nicknames. He calls you dumb /aff

Names used for Scaramouche ;; Kuni, Scara.

A/N :; I was c.ai and decided this was my next fic idea hehe . I hope he's not ooc, I literally kin him sm

You're downstairs as you hear your short tempered boyfriend yell and a sudden slam of his controller. You sigh as you finish making his lunch. You walk up the stairs your steps are quiet and soft. Various sounds echoing from his door, clicking of his mouse, quick and angry typing on his keyboard, and grumbling.

Knocking four times lightly on his door you step into his room, his angry expression meets your soft one. His eyes softening for a moment before he turns back to his monitor and squirms as he attempts to fight back in his game. You place the plate down onto his desk, wanting to give him head scratch and a quick kiss. You step towards him, your eyes softening at his messy dark blue hair— a sudden slam and an angry groan escaping his lips as he dies in the game.

"Loud.." you whine quietly, your hands flying to cover your ears. He meets your eyes, he looks slightly concerned before smirking. Placing his controller down.

"You're such a baby," he says pushing his headphones off his ears, rolling his chair back and turning towards you.

"you were being really loud though.." you pout, ignoring his smirk.

"hmm, yeah?" He hums. "You're just a little baby, a dumb sensitive baby," he wraps his arms around your waist.

"I'm not dumb," you retort, he makes soft "tsk" sounds. His smirk widens.

"Mhm, you're my dumb little puppy," he grins even wider as he meets your big doe eyes. Your cheeks dusted red.

You shake your head "no" and he tuts at you once again, pressing his lips to your clothed tummy. You make a "hmph" noise as you turn away from him. He pulls you onto his lap, his hands on your hips.

"dumb little baby, can't do anything on her own," he mocks, you know he doesn't mean any of this seriously. He loves bullying you in a loving way. He always made sure he never went too far despite his short temper and mean personality.

"shut up," you pout, resting your head on his shoulder. His hands hold the small of your back, hugging you closer to his body.

"hmm," he hums again, faking sympathy with you. "Yeah?" He coos in your ear, pressing his lips against your jawline. Rubbing his hands lovingly on your back despite his voice mocking you.

"It hurt my ears when you made loud noises," you complain, he kisses your cheek.

"yeah, baby? Was I? 'm sorry" he fakes his apology, loving how pouty you were, It made his heart melt when you stuck out your bottom lip and pretended to be so so angry with him.

"you're lying," you meet his eyes, and he smirks.

"am I? How do you know? Maybe I'm being sincere," he hushes the beginning of your response with a kiss on your lips, a chuckle escaping his throat as he pulls away. "You look so silly, so upset but so cute,"

"mm." You whine, wrapping your arms over his neck, situating yourself on his lap. "Mean.."

"I know, I know," he rested his chin on the top of your head. " 'm sorry, babydoll. " he hugs your waist, adjusting your legs so he can roll the chair back to the computer desk.

" 'm upset with you," you mumble, your breath tickling his adams apple.

"awwh, yeah?" He hums, one hand on your back and the other on his mouse. " we can't have that now, can we?" He teased, rubbing your back gently.

You sit like that for a moment, his eyes on his screen and eventually he removes his hand from your back to play a game on his PC. You try to ignore the tiny growls and groans he would make everytime something didn't go like he wanted it to. You roll your eyes when you hear a faint stomp of his foot, leaning back in his chair, glaring at his screen before meeting your eyes.

"What?" he questions, playing it off as he wasn't just raging over a game. you roll your eyes, ignoring his gaze. pulling your phone out and playing a cute slow paced mobile game, your head pressed against his chest.

"that's such a baby game." He snorts hearing the faint music from your phone speaker.

"You're a baby." You grumble, enjoying your cute game.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're the baby here." he teases once more.

"then, you're a brat." You lean your ear against his chest, getting comfortable.

"I'm a brat? Well, you're spoiled." He wraps his arms around your frame, spinning in the chair before lifting you up and plopping you on the bed.

"waah—" your head is dizzy but your body meets the soft plush of his duvet, sinking into the mattress. You pull your legs up to your chest, your phone long forgotten.

"no more games for now, I think that's a good idea." He grins at you, before pouncing onto you and tickling you for being so pouty at him earlier.

"nO NONONO!— HAHA- KUNI NOOO" you yell and squirm trying to kick him away. His slender fingers finding all of your ticklish spots, his grin widens as tears from in your eyes as your arms and legs fail as an attempt to shoo him away.

"okay okay, I'll stop I promise" he chuckles as he sees that you had backed yourself into a corner with a goofy smile on your face; out of breath. He sits on top of his bed, holding his hand out for you to take. You hesitate before scooting closer to him and he grins once again.

"I'll fight you—" you start, your defense going up as you see that signature grin on his face.

"I'm not doing anything!" He throws his hands up, as if he was surrendering.

You slowly trust him again, scooting closer and he pulls you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as he sighs. Leaning back onto the bed, your thighs straddling him. He rubs your upper thigh a soft smile on his face as you lean over top of him, your arms crossed on his chest and you close your eyes.

"you're pretty cute, you know." He mumbles.

"you never ate your lunch." You snicker as he sighs once more.

"Yeah, my pretty doll came and distracted me." He squeezes your thigh lovingly sitting up. He presses a long kiss on your cheek, before repeating it onto your forehead and lips. Your cheeks flushed with the loving squeeze. He snickers quietly noticing your flushy expression. "You liked it that much? D'aww." He teased, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breath on your collarbone, you shiver slightly at him pulling you closer.

"Scara, please remember to eat," you coo, kissing the outer shell of his ear. He hums as he presses more kisses to your skin, pulling you closer to his body by your rear. "scaraaa," you whine as he grazes his teeth over your unmarked skin.

"Hmmm, what babydoll?" He hums, pulling away from your neck.

"not right now," he tilts his head to the side with a stupid smirk on his face.

"What not right now?" He smiles playing dumb. "I wasn't doing anything, what were you thinking of? Hmm? You're thinking of naughty stuff?" He chuckles.

"you were going to bite me!" you whine once again, your cheeks flushed pink and you softly hit his chest with your tiny fists.

"nuh-uh i dont think i classify it as 'biting', rather i'd like to say putting my name on things thats mine," he smirks leaning back to your neck.

"you're so territorial.." you whine wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him. "you're basically a cat.."

he grazes his teeth over your collarbone, a soft hum escapes his throat. he sinks down biting onto the soft skin of his cute soft girl, a gasp emits from your throat as he continues to kiss and nibble the sensitive skin. holding you by the waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

its a heartwarming sight.

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falls to the floor,. i tried to make this as cute as i could,, scara is really hard to write for

i hope you guys liked this one <;33

[green-hill-zonez]

“The doctor wasn’t lying… You really are a lot smaller than I am.”

Welcome to the world, Aural.

[velvveet]

Paycheck 4 the win!

Within time's gentle march, the sun had settled into slumber and hung the moon like a lantern in the velvet sky, catching fleeting glances as the hours go by. Voices dwindling into silence with every heartbeat leaving nothing but the radio singing its soft tune of jazz accompanied with the sweet nothings of the two gentlemen, lost in each other's words as the night slipped by unnoticed.

dancing on the edge of time, a fragile beat, a fleeting night, with every word that risks a fall. Each little laugh, gesture and word a testament to their friendship.

Elliot laughed with adoration from the man Infront of him, a tint of red painting his cheeks ever so slightly, His smile complimenting his features, from his eyes with echoes of laughter to the gentle smile on his lips.

Oh how 𝗵𝗲 loved him.

The employee slid his hand onto the table, supporting himself as he rose up from his seat, casting a shadow upon the dim lights of the pizzeria. His eyes shifting from chances to the faint, flickering lights of the cashier table.

The gambler's lips curved into a slight frown now resting against the smooth leather of the seat.

"Aw, goin' already?"

His tone reeked of mock desperation, his head tilting to the side.

Elliot looked back with amusement in his eyes before beginning with a sigh.

"Yes, I'm on the night shift, remember?"

"C'mon, stay a little longer!" Chance begged,

"A little slackin' off won't hurt, would it?"

He persisted, a smug grin plastered on his face as he reached out a hand towards him, an offering to sit back down and finish what they've started.

"No, sorry..I can't do that."

Elliot chuckled

"I wouldn't wanna lose my employee of the month streak, huh?"

He gently lowered the man's hand down onto the table, turning down his offer respectfully

"I'll be back soon though, don't worry!"

He reassured with kindness before sauntering off to the cashier to serve an awaiting customer.

Chance watched with a hint of devastation, grumbling.

"Fiiine..."

[nr1chaedickrider]

guysss!!! new wip ^_^ momo!!!

[obsessedwhim]

Sisters

You curled your hair away in an empty pink cylinder before fastening it in place, using a comb to dived your locks away to be rolled up like it's other strands. Your peachy nails pinched for another pin but only air lay in your nipping wake "Tatsuki? Where'd my bobbie pins go?" you wondered loudly as jazzy music filtered through the air, your twin hummed from her cheerful rocking before shrugging "Why would I know where any of that stuff is?"

"Because I know you steal them to practice, you could just ask me to help you y'know" you grumbled, abandoning your crouched position from the small round mirror as Tatsuki huffed unhelpfully "I do not" uncrossing her arms to follow you, raising a brow as you raked through the various little drawers in the bathroom with a roll of your eyes. 

"Whatever, hey- did you use my last charcoal mask?" you raised from the last drawer with a furrow, your sister gasped at the accusation with hands on her hips "As I said! I wouldn't know where any of your weird crap is, so stop blaming me when it goes missing!" she fumed, holding up a threatening fist to which you rolled your orbs again "No need to shout, I'm right here" 

Snatching a fresh packet of pins from the counter you shoved passed your look-a-like with your nose held high, that is, until Tatsuki tripped you up. Leading to a nice bruise on your nose and a bellyful of laughter from the standing sibling behind you. 

Slowly but surely steam raised from your head and you stood with a furious face "Why Can't You Just Stop Being Such An ASS!" you screamed, taking her aback. You weren't one for using swears, and most fights led to wrestling on the floor but tonight you were unusually stressed. 

Releasing a curt sigh you sat before the mirror once again and continued curling locks of hair around another roller, eyes flattening when Tatsuki's deformed face rounded the side of your little reflecting circle "Look, I didn't think you'd get so upset with me tripping you so.. I'm sorry" Tatsuki glanced to the floor momentarily before meeting your gaze as you turned, pointing a knowing finger your sister demanded an explanation "But you've been acting more annoying than usual today so spill" 

You puffed your cheeks childishly for a moment, brows angled grumpily before releasing a spine-curing sigh "Okay, you're right I'm... nervous" you admitted, glancing to the side with a blush on your cheeks, the confection growing ever more embarrassing as she sat close and attempted to curl a lock by herself "Well? What're'ya nervous about?" the twin asked, confused about both the curling and the anxiety as the Arisawa girls were always known for their fiery confidence! No competition or school bully would ever get the best of any of them! So what was going on? 

"I um... I gotta date.." you held your knees to your chest and fiddled with your fingers, Tatsuki nearly gave you a free bald patch with how surprised she was, ultimately apologizing for the second time that night, going from sympathy to intrigue the sister was quick to ask who! And when! And how?! And WHO!!

 "It.. he... I uh..ahummm" You fiddled with your loose strands anxiously before pressing your hands to your cheeks with a lovesick grin "Ooooh Tatsuki! I can't believe he asked me out! It's like a dream come true!" 

"Yeah but, who is the guy? I can't believe someone asked you out already. It's only been a couple of months since school started" she pondered, taking out the messy roll and combing your hair to try again. Although you seemed nervous to mention his name, you clearly were ecstatic by being asked about this guy "Well, since you like him so much I'm sure he's great, not like that i d i o t Ichigo Kurosaki pfft! He's got a face only a mother could love" your twin snorted, breaking into a cackle as she imagined his dumb looking face.

You laughed apprehensively with sweat on your brow, noticing how you didn't say it wasn't Ichigo, Tatsuki was quick to gasp as loudly as the human body would allow before shaking you by the shoulders "You can't go out with a guy like that! He's a dumbass thug who gets beaten up by Me!"  

"Yeeeeeeah" you gigged with rosy cheeks "He's so cute" 

"Did You Hear Anything I Just Said!!" 

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helloooo!! i would like to place an order for your 500 followers event if you don’t mind!! congratz!! i hope i did this right…if i didn’t do this order right, pls lmk 😅

flowers: aloe, butterfly weed and gladiolus

decorations: pink ribbon and wooden ladybug

address: demon slayer

recipient: akaza, kokushibo & douma

things to keep in mind for the bouquet: i want you to have fun with this order and run with whatever you feel inclined to write for the drabble 😌

jesus christ this was so hard- hi anon, thank you so much for the congratulations, the request and the challenge, i'm afraid this is as fluffy as it gets and i hope you like it a little bit 😭

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The air feels thick. These days it’s hard to come across alcohol that merely so much as makes their heads feel fuzzy, let alone make them drunk, and yet somehow Douma managed to anyway. Akaza has now idea how he did that and he honestly doesn’t want to know. For now, he downs another shot and tries to tune back into whatever his higher ups are talking about.

“And I’m telling you, it’s not about remembering the person, it’s more of a feeling, you know?” Douma points at the wall. “I see them and a little voice in my mind just goes ‘I hate you.’ I don’t need to know the reason.”

Akaza would love to give some words of approval but he really doesn’t need to give his rival that satisfaction, just because he said something true for once. Also, he’s not sure whether he could if he wanted to. His tongue feels sticky. Everything feels sticky. He downs another shot.

“Mhm.” Kokushibo swivels his drink, spills some drops on the table and stops. “Although if you choose to forget the source of your hate, forgiveness will never be an option.”

While Douma turns into a somewhat smart version of himself when drunk, Kokushibo does the complete opposite. “Bullshit.” Good job Akaza, that wasn’t completely incomprehensible.

“Now now.” Douma’s eyes were halfway into closing, now they squint at him with that stupid lazy expression. “There might be some truth to this.”

“There’s not.” Akaza does his best to glare back. “No one ever deserves forgiveness anyways.”

Kokushibo nods. “I never claimed so.”

“Ballsy statement.” Upper Two grins and refills all of their glasses. “Fair though… forgiveness is so boring. Everything should be resolved through a fight to the death.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“As long as it works for you.” Kokushibo’s slurring his words slightly and it takes everything for Akaza not to think judgy thoughts. He’s currently getting drunk on an unidentifiable liquor Douma brought, he’s not in the position to think judgy thoughts about anything.

“Does it?” Douma’s eyes gleam with curiosity. “I mean, work for you? Actually?”

Akaza wants to say Yes and then stops himself just in time to rethink his answer. Does it? Actually? “Sometimes.”

“Ah.” Douma grins at Kokushibo as if they share a secret Akaza isn’t in on, which- they’re talking about him, this is ridiculous- “The Flame Pillar.”

He doesn’t want to snap like he does, really, but no level of intoxication could ever be high enough for him to ignore that. “Mind your fucking business.”

“Oho, did you hear that, Lord Kokushibo? Someone’s being a little moody.” Douma’s grin only widens as he refills their glasses once more. “Relax. You won, didn’t you? And against a rather strong fighter too. What’s there to be moody about?”

Akaza scoffs. “Sure didn’t feel like a victory.”

“Wanna know what I think?”

Before he can say No, because no, Kokushibo softly clears his throat. “You should hear him out.”

It sounds more like youshhhoulhearhimou but Akaza isn’t so stupid to think that Kokushibo won’t remember this. He rolls his eyes in defeat. “I’m waiting.”

Douma smirks. “I think you’re just being dramatic about it to feel better about yourself after Lord Muzan got so angry at you. A victory is a victory, no matter how much you got your shit rocked.”

“Language, Douma.”

And while the other two now start to bicker about cussing, Akaza can’t do much more than cling to his glass and think to himself that Douma has no idea what he’s talking about.

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