#I could continue this... if people wanted...

[kdh-tally]

Saja Boys x Manager!Reader

Prompt : 9 minutes and 42 seconds of the Saja Boys falling for their manager

Author's Note : Since my “10 mins of Rumi and Jinu parenting Baby and Zoey” went well I wanted to make another but with the Saja Boys and their manager!! Tried my best to make this gender Neutral!!! If i missed anything let me know (I'm half asleep writing this)

[“WELCOME TO : 6 times the Saja Boys fell for Y/N (their manager) in 9 minutes and 42 seconds”] [Intro Music : “Gabriela” by EYE-KONS plays in the background] 📝 Narrated by: delulu4rujinu (what my u-tube user would be)

Time Stamp [00:08] [Scene: The Saja Boys being forced to do minimum wage jobs. ] Youtuber’s Caption (YC) : “This is specifically Y/n and Romance at Sephora”

There was an extremely long line leading out of the building and around the street. Why? Romance from the Saja Boys was currently running a free make up program. 

He and the other boys had been forced to split up, with each member being forced into minimum wage jobs for a day. He, however, had been sent to his happy place. A beauty store.

Y/N watched in exhaustion as customer after customer came in, begging the man for advice on what they could possibly do to help with their appearance. “Thank Heavens he isn’t an actual make up artist,” they sighed, rubbing the incoming headache out of your forehead. “These poor people would go broke so quickly.” YC : “They’re not wrong 😭”

As the day came to an end and the store closed its doors to the public, Romance came up behind his pretty manager, wrapping his arms around her torso, his face buried in their neck. Y/n, already used to this behavior, ruffled his hair as she texted instructions on what the remaining boys should do while home alone. 

“That didn’t go too bad right pretty?” The man hummed contentedly. 

“You surprisingly made a decent amount of money,” y/n praised him, turning off their phone and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Good job cutie”

Romance stood, fully stunned, as they walked off. Receiving any form of affection from the normally stoic manager was an achievement worthy of bragging about. So he quickly pulled out his phone, immediately contacting the boys group chat.

Romeo :  Y/n called me cute and gave me a kiss🤤

Spicy Baybie :  So... I think it’s about time we pushed you off a bridge! 

Furry :  Define kiss

Romeo :  Physical contact through lips

Furry :  As in their lips on yours?

Romeo : …. I mean….

#1 WWE Champ :  Man got a kiss on the cheek and went crazy 💀

Time Stamp [01:32 ] [Scene: Baby refusing to eat. ] YC : “That time Baby forced Y/n to feed him cause he was 'injured' ”

Baby was live for the first time in days. There had been no real reason for his random disappearances, he just didn’t feel like going live. Prior to him setting up the stream, he had asked the Pride what they would like to see him do.

The amount of people who begged him to do a spicy food mukbang was incredibly high and so he got to preparing. “Hello Pride~” he cooed at the camera before panning the view around the kitchen. 

Comments flooded the chat as the fans took note of their manager sitting comfortably on the kitchen counter. As he placed the phone on its stand, giving it a good view of where they would be working, he continued to talk, “Today, Y/n-ie and I are gonna be making spicy food for my mukbang later.”

“Hold on what? I never agreed to-”

“Anyways,” he smiled, clapping his hands together to silence his manager, who was staring at him in disbelief. “Let’s begin shall we?" YC : “The way none of them ever let Y/N finish their sentences bro 💀”

Though they hadn’t agreed at first, Y/n decided to help out with the cooking process. Chopping and mixing whatever Baby needed mixing. As he moved to stir the pot of spicy ramen, he had underestimated how hot the metal spoon would be and ended up burning himself. 

“Baby!” y/n gasped, quickly moving his hand under the tap to run over lukewarm water that she slowly turned to completely cold. She pulled out a healing balm from one of the cupboards before applying it to his hands. “You sit here, I’ll finish the rest” she ordered.

Baby nodded, it didn’t really hurt—demon powers and all—but he didn’t mind letting his pretty manager pamper him a bit.  YC : “He’s actually a child 😭🙁”

Y/n was quick to finish the food. She plated it neatly in front of the boy before stepping out of frame. He merely looked at her, easily forgetting he was live, before pointing at his injured hand with his good one. “I can't eat”

“Why Baby?”

“I’m right handed.” Unfortunately, his right hand was the one that was injured. That was how Y/n ended up feeding him every bite of his meal, the boy was kicking his feet under the table as he ate.

Spicy Baybie :  Okay so what kissed your cheek? She literally fed me a whole damn meal 😋

Romeo :  You could've done it yourself I know for a FACT you weren’t even hurt 😒

Spicy Baybie :  Womp Womp Loser

Time Stamp [03:45 ] [Scene: Y/n doing Mystery’s hair. ] YC : “Y/N wanted to try a new hairstyle on someone"

You know that feeling when you watch a five minute tutorial on how to do absolutely anything on youtube and then you all of a sudden feel as though you’re an expert in whatever you were trying to do?

That was Y/n. They had just watched a tutorial on making a wolfcut and needed to practice on someone. Now, all the demons were fortunately able to grow their hair back at alarming rates, but it also meant any of the five would be perfect test subjects.

As they walked into the dorm lounge, their eyes narrowed on their target. “Mystery~ You wanna help me out?” 

Said boy looked up from his nintendo switch, eyes barely peeking out from behind his thick bangs. He said nothing but simply nodded in agreement. Beaming, Y/n moved to sit behind him on the couch as he sat on the floor. 

She already had her scissors and comb so she was ready. She gently laid the boys head back so it rested between her thighs before she began to cut layers into his hair. At this point, Mystery had turned off his switch to focus on the feeling of their hands running through his hair. 

“You don’t mind me doing this right?” she double checked as she evened out the side layers before parting his bangs so she could see his eyes. They were sharp but gentle and very expressive, but he nodded. 

“I don’t mind,” his voice rang out through the room. Y/n nodded before continuing and quickly finishing up. 

They pulled out a mirror from who knows where to place in front of the boy. He looked at his reflection, running a hand through his new haircut, he actually liked it. His eyes were a lot more visible now but he didn’t mind.  YC : “The hairstyle ATE DOWN you guys 😩”

“Thanks Y/n” 

“No problem! Call me if you ever want your hair done again,” they grinned before heading off to learn another tutorial. 

Furry :  [Selfie image of his head between Y/n’s thighs as she does his hair]

Spicy Baybie :  Choke Die Suffocate

#1 WWE Champ :  All in favour of kicking him out of the group say “i”

Time Stamp [05:16 ] [Scene: Y/n allowing Abby to sleep on her. ] YC : “I’d let him sleep on me too not gonna lie”

Y/n laid at peace on the living room couch. They had finished organizing the boys schedule for the next few weeks and was taking a well deserved nap. The boys had entered, taken pictures of their cute manager, and headed in their own directions. 

All of them except Abby. He had gone to his room, changed into pyjama bottoms, he could never find a comfortable top, and headed back to the living room. Without saying a word, he gently scooped his unknowing manager up, laid down under them, and placed them back on his chest. YC : "I want a personal teddy bear too :/"

He prayed they wouldn’t wake up or berate him and it seems as though his prayers were heard. Y/n cuddled closer to the new source of warmth that was being provided, humming in content once they got comfortable. 

Abby wrapped his hands around her waist before letting himself fall asleep as well. It couldn’t get better than this.

#1 WWE Champ :  [Image of Y/n sleeping on him (his face is in the photo and he’s smirking at the camera)] Probably wish you could be me huh?

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  When will it be my turn?

#1 WWE Champ :  Try again in maybe 400 life times?

Spicy Baybie :  They still wouldn’t want him then 💀

Romeo :  Jinu, are you going to take that disrespect from children???

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  I’m not trying to get banned like Mystery 🧍

Time Stamp [07:21 ] [Scene: Y/n in Jinu’s clothes] YC : “Y/n and Jinu switched outfits”

The boys were live again, this time it was Jinu and Mystery. They seemed to be bonding over losing their group chat privileges. Mystery stayed interacting with the fans and reading comments while Jinu scrolled through tiktok. 

“Could you do the outfit switch trend?” Mystery read a question out loud before looking to his leader, “You know what that is?”

Jinu shook his head before searching it up, Mystery watching next to him. It seemed to be a trend where k-idols would switch clothes with their managers. Jinu’s eyes sparkled as he realized it was going to be his turn to have a cute moment with Y/n. 

He immediately sought them out, Mystery walking slowly behind him. “Y/n! We need to–”

“Switch outfits I know,” they motioned to their phone in hand where they watched the live steam. 

“You watch my lives 🥺”

“I watch all of your lives. Now are we going to do this or?”

He nodded and they both went ahead to change. As Y/n stepped back out into the camera view, the couldn’t help but get a bit nervous. Jinu was a pretty tall guy, so even the small t-shirt he had on completely engulfed Y/n’s slightly shorter frame.

His pants were too large for them so they had to hold them up by the waist. Overall, they looked like a “wannabe hiphop musician from 1995,” Mystery let out a huff of amusement.  YC : "Guy's I didn't know Mystery had jokes like that-"

Jinu was no better. Fortunately for him, Y/n usually walked around in big shirts and comfortable sweatpants. However, it was quite the fit on him, staying tight in inconvenient places. 

However he couldn’t care less. Simply watching Y/n laugh at him in his clothes filled his heart with that warm fuzzy feelings all of the boys got when around their manager. Gosh they were down bad.

Spicy Baybie :  Jinu embarrassed himself on live stream. Again! Your mom must be so disappointed :(  Oh wait–

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  I should've left you in the pits of hell with Gwi-ma

Romeo :  That’s actually crazy 🙁 Apologize to Jinu, his mom and his sister Oh wait–

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  I’m going to steal Rumi’s weapon and kill all of you myself.

Time Stamp [9:42] [“Thanks for watching!! Don’t forget to like, comment, and send some love to Y/n so they don’t die 💋😉🙏”] [Outro Music: “New Jeans” by Bunies]

[kropotkindersurprise]

LL Cool J has withdrawn from Philadelphia’s July 4th Wawa Welcome America concert, citing support for striking District Council 33 workers. The hip-hop icon confirmed his decision in an Instagram post on Thursday night, just days before the scheduled performance. “I never ever want to disappoint my fans, and especially in Philadelphia. Ya’ll mean too much to me, but there's absolutely no way that I could perform, cross a picking line, and pick up money when I know that people are out there fighting for a living wage,” he said.

The artist had been set to headline the concert alongside Jazmine Sullivan. Despite being in town, LL Cool J stated he would not cross the picket line to perform while union workers continue their strike. District Council 33, representing approximately 9,000 city workers, including street repair teams, airport staff, 911 dispatchers, and water department employees, began striking at midnight on Tuesday. Their demands include improved wages and better working conditions. Trash has reportedly piled up in parts of the city as a result. Union President Greg Boulware praised LL Cool J’s stance: “His support underscores the significance of the labour movement and its ongoing fight for justice and equity. We are grateful for his exemplary stance and the impact it has on raising awareness.”

🫡

LL Cool J knows: You never cross a picket line! [link]

[k0mmari]

Hello so i saw this post about an au idea where without a cure being more deadly and i humbly request if you could draw jinlin arc binghe and others(gongi-xiao, lpm, opm) reaction to peak lord shen (who looks like Kagaya Ubuyashiki from demon slayer because of without a cure)

This has entered my brain in ways I cannot describe, so I had to cook something up. First and foremost, the reactions:

Basically, Without a Cure here is quite deadly, but only if a person has Heart Demons. Shen Qingqiu doesn't remember exactly the explantion Airplane had bullshited - something something the poison eats away at your body and then your soul, and Heart Demons only aggravate it - but it didn't really concern him. In fact, he was quite satisfied with life when he was poisoned anyways, and he could deal with sitting with Liu-shidi every so often for qi transfers.

That is, until the Immortal Alliance Conference happened, and he had to...

Anyways, suddenly Without a Cure got a bit more... violent. A week after the whole Conference thing, Shen Qingqiu's hand started to show some weird bruises where he'd been poisoned, and no matter how much qi transfer Liu Qingge, or Mu Qingfang (or even Yue Qingyuan) tried, it wouldn't go away, and no medicine or herb would help him either.

A few months later and the bruising had swalowed up his whole forearm, now dry and brittle, and whatever muscle he had there seemed to begin to atrophy. So. That's not good.

Well, whatever! Shen Qingqiu wasn't about to let Mu Qingfang waste any more herbs on him, and it's not like he has any Heart Demons to figure out; and anyways, Binghe was going to come back from the Abyss and kill him anyways, so who cares! He'd just started to wear a golden metal gauntlet over his messed up hand and called it a day, and when Yue Qingyuan mentioned Jin Lang City, he was more than happy to get out of the Peak for a little bit.

Things went mostly the same as you know, up until when Shen Qingqiu got infected: this time he just... didn't. Whoever tried to infect him touched the gauntlet instead of his skin, and when Binghe cornered him, he obviously noticed the new addition of the gauntlet.

Once again, the story continues normally until the accusations started to get thrown Shen Qingqiu's way, though this time, a Huan Hua disciple accuses him of siding with a demon because he was unnafected when one of demons touched him, they saw it all! And when Shen Qingqiu explains it was because of the gauntlet, people get even more suspecious. Why does he need to use it in the first place? Is he trying to hide some demonic marks or something?

Mu Qingfang tries to step in and say it's for medical reasons, because of Without a Cure, but when the Old Palace Master says he'd seen Shen Qingqiu after he was poisoned in the Immortal Alliance Conference, his hand had been normal then.

It becomes chaos, weirder and weirder accusations start to sprout (and Qiu Haitang hasn't even said anything yet), and Shen Qingqiu takes it upon himself to at least try to free himself from one accusation he isn't guilty of. So, he takes everything off, the gauntlet, his outer layers, and shows everyone the state of Without a Cure.

Silence falls for one long minute. All eyes are on Shen Qingqiu's rotten body, and he kinda wants to cry.

And then Qiu Haitang steps forward, and it all goes back to normal. Maybe. When the Old Palace Master says that Shen Qingqiu should be locked in the Water Prison, Mu Qingfang steps forward: they all saw him, he is in no condition to stay in a harsh environment! It takes a bit more back and forth, but eventually, finally, Luo Binghe steps forward and agrees with Mu Qingfang's accessment.

Shizun should not be locked in the Water Prison while his health is in such a fragile state. Instead, Shizun shall stay with him.

[gay-dorito-dust]

reader being besties with huntrix while somehow gaining the attention and getting befriended by saja boys, only for reader to choose bobby when the two groups argue who reader is closest and should be solely hanging out with and asks reader which group they prefer

'They've spent the entire day in the bathhouse with you! it's our quality time with them!' Romance said as he pulled you towards him and the boys, whereas Zoey gripped your other hand and tugged you towards herself, Mira and Rumi, her face contorted into one of distain.

'And you've hogged them for far longer then agreed upon last time!' Zoey said in defense as Abby raised his brow at her.

'I don't recall that ever being the case, you're must making it up to make you seem better in their eyes.' He tells her as he crosses his arms over his chest, Mystery and Baby backing him up with noises of agreement, whereas Jinu remained quiet as he watched Rumi, who was staring back at him with a levelling glare.

'You tried to lock us out of the room when the movie night was over!' Mira exclaimed, pointing at Abby and Romance. 'You were going off of techicalities and kept pulling some bullshit in order to hog them for longer, so why is it any different when we decided to take a page out of your own book?' She adds as Zoey backs her up.

You in the meanwhile wanted to go home, hating how whenever you spent time with either group the others became jealous and would go out of their way to sabotage your day out, whether it'd be by joining you and the group you were with at the time or just straight up kidnapping you to do something else. It wasn't your choice to schedule who had you for the day, that was all Zoey and Romance, and it was all agreed upon by everyone but you should've known better then for them to actually stand by their agreement if it meant spending a second longer with you.

So arguments like these were unfotunately common place for you and all you could do was hope for an out, an easy escape so that Saja Boys and Huntrix can continue to go for the others throats, whereas you'd be elsewhere to treat yourself for being close friends with two of the most successful idol groups within the industry. People would asume that being close to Huntrix and Saja Boys was a blessing, they're wrong becuase while it had it's advantages such as getting to be backstage for most of their performances to celebrate later with them, it was also a nightmare when both groups want your attention and take you out constantly.

There was never a day for yourself. You didn't get to have quality time for yourself without either Zoey making an reason for you to hang out with her, Mira and Rumi at a local ramen shop on the fly, or when Romance or Abby would bring you back to the apartment to hang out with them. You were more often found staying in either groups apartments more often then you were at your own home, so much so that you were pretty sure half of your stuff were with Zoey, Mira and Rumi, and the other half of your stuff was with the Saja Boys.

You loved both groups dearly as you considered both of them your best friends, people you could always rely on in times of adversity or just when you didn’t feel good in your own skin, they were there to uplift you and remind you of who you were and what you were was special and unique. However their idea that you could only primarily hang out with one group was utterly ridiculous, it was almost as if you were within a love triangle, but only if that love triangle consisted of about eight other people who were fighting for your attention and undivided love.

The jealously Zoey, Mira and Rumi have when you with the boys was subtle but you could tell that there was a sense of something else just beneath the surface. That and how they seemed to close in on every side of you, as though they were caging you between the three of them, all three women pressed against your sides and back as they glared at the five boys as though they had something they didn’t want you to contract in the slightest. The same could be said about Saja Boys, who didn’t bother to hide their jealously and some -Abby and Romance- would make it known as though it wasn’t obvious while others -Jinu and Baby- would make their jealously known through their body language instead.

You swore they all acted like children fighting over a toy, practically stepping over one another just to have a couple of minutes with you, brag about it to the others before someone else within their respective groups wanted a piece of you out of envy. You were tired of it after a couple of months when you first got to know them, now you were just exhausted having to reply to the same questions over and over again, you were only doing so as to not cause further conflict at first but now you’ve grown to realise that conflict will happen regardless of your answer; having always been talked over afterwards as another argument erupted between the rival groups.

‘(Name)?’ Mira asked, nudging your shoulder.

‘Hmmm?’ You looked up, noticing that all the attention was on you now. ‘What?’

‘Who’s your favourite group.’ Baby asked.

‘It’s us isn’t it.’ Abby said, which pissed Mira and Zoey off as they told him to shut up and wear a shirt that didn’t look as though it was on the verge of ripping, Abby only shrugs and mutters. ‘Jealous much’ under his breath.

‘Just tell us whose your favourite group is, which is us, so we can get this one sided competition over with.’ Rumi said, pulling Mira and Zoey back before they could lunge at Abby as he was looking back at them with a smug grin. It was at this moment where you spotted Bobby coming into the room with drinks for the girls and sprinted towards him, crushing him into a massive hug.

‘Bobby! My saviour, my favourite person alive! I’m so glad to see you!’ You said as you clung onto the confused manager as he awkwardly pats your back, looking at the two idol groups whom were looking at him with unreadable expressions.

‘What’s going on here?’ Bobby asked you in a low whisper, not liking the looks he was getting as he sets aside the drinks on a nearby table, your hug might’ve knocked him back a little but he was an expert in not allowing a single drink from spilling over, expertly regaining his balance and his grip on the drinks as though he’s done this a thousand times before.

‘They’re arguing.’ You whispered back, tired and in need of a change of scenery.

‘Again?’ He says with a sigh, rubbing your back as you cuddled yourself closer to him. ‘You poor soul, not use to such attention still?’

‘No, can we get out of here, just me and you?’ You said as you removed yourself from his neck, seeing his eyes softened as he took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze in reassurance and comfort that you’ve been needing for hours.

‘Of course we can.’ Bobby responded as he pulled you out of the room with him and towards the door, though not before looking over at Zoey, Mira, Rumi and the Saja Boys and saying. ‘Me and (name) are going out, we both in need of relaxing and thankfully I know the perfect spa, and would you look at that there’s two reservations left what a coincidence.’ He smiles at you as he shows you his phone screen, telling the truth about the spa and the reservations that he seemingly made on the fly. You heaved a sigh of relief.

‘So come on my dear our mud baths and deep massages await.’ He tells you and without a second thought you grabbed your keys and left with Bobby, very much in need of that deep massage more than anything, maybe you should even get to go in the sauna for the hell of it and swear your stress and exhaustion away.

Meanwhile both Huntrix and Saja Boys were left to realise that you had chosen Bobby -someone who wasn’t even an option- over both of them, but in retrospect they could understand why you did and held a temporary truce for your sake, but sooner or later you would be once again asked the same question; who’s your favourite group.

[woozydaydreams]

'Cause You've Been So Out of Touch

paring(s): Huntr/X & Saja Boys x reader

Warning(s): Changes in the movie, Rumi's made-up parents' lore, make-up scenes/lore.

Divider Creds: @cafekitsune

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Chapter 0 - Stories

“Although the world knew us as pop stars, we were much more than that, and a new generation will continue our tradition.” A woman was brushing the hair of a younger girl, Kang Ye-rin, [name]’s mother.

“Demons have always haunted our world, stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king, Gwi-Ma, until heroes arose to defend us. Born with voices that could drive back the darkness, singing songs of courage and hope. But Hunters are more than warriors. Our music ignites the soul and brings people together. With this connection, the first Hunters created a shield to protect our world. The Honmoon. Every generation, a new trio of Hunters is chosen to fulfill our ultimate duty. A barrier so strong it is impenetrable, that will keep demons and Gwi-Ma from our world forever, the Golden Honmoon.” 

Ye-rin finished her daughter's hair, as they watched the group that was once her’s, on the screen.

“Sunlight Sisters”

“Mom~ you’ve told me that story a million times before!” [name] and turned in her mom’s lap to face her.

“I want a new story!!!”

“Maybe about how me and your Dad met?”

“No!”

“Then, how about how our group disbanded, and so did our relationships?” The little girl quieted down after that. Ye-rin took that as a yes from the younger girl and started her story once more.

“While our duties were what made us meet, our bond is what sealed the Honmoon and ourselves together. I was the maknae, youngest of the group, and my two unnie's, Kim Seo-yoon, mainly known as Celine, the middle, and our oldest was Ryu Mi-yeong. We followed in our ancestors' path in being hunters, and under no circumstances did we go against our duties of protecting not only our fans, but the world, sealing the Honmoon.” Ye-rin paused, her eyes drooping at the thought.

“Ryu-unnie once was separated from us, fighting a demon, but unlike the rest, he didn’t put up a fight back, almost like he accepted his fate. His name was Park Ji-sung. We hadn’t known that Ryu-unnie would befriend him, and as time went on, they realized it was more than just getting to know each other; they had gone beyond just knowing each other's names to each other's deepest secrets. He was one of the first demons to break free from Gwi-Ma. Then they became just like your father and me.” Ye-rin let out a big breath.

“But not all stories are fairy tales, and a story between a hunter and a demon will never end well. Celine didn’t just see Ryu-unnie as a friend; she had romantic feelings for her which not only led to distrust Ji-sung but envy him, one night we all sat down, we found out Park Ji-sung wasn’t just a random demon, for if he was it wouldn’t had been that easy for him to break free, and he had spoke that he didn’t have a shame nor sins that had turned him to a demon. He was Gwi-Ma’s son.”

The young girl in her lap gasps, covering her mom before tugging on her mother's sleeve.

“Then what?!”

“Then they had made themselves official. Ryu-unnie wanted to let us know first before anyone else. Celine was flabbergasted and hurt, but she hid such emotions. If only I had known at the time… but we celebrated. She told her parents, they had disowned her, but the couple didn’t care. They laughed and ran away in the rain, but who knew that would be the last time we were all united as one front? Tensions grew in the group as Celine would argue with Ryu-unnie. I tried to stay neutral between both sides when, eventually, we split up, all three of us. The Honmoon itself would be stable for only a few more years until the next generation was chosen.” Ye-rin’s voice grew solemn.

“The last time we would all meet would be when Ryu-unnie was with child, Rumi.” Ye-rin was interrupted by the little girl.

“With child?” the innocent little girl tilted her head. That little girl thought children were just dropped off by the seagulls to their parents.

“That’s a conversation for another day, with your father presembly.” She tapped the little girl’s nose.

“When Rumi was finally born, they invited us to celebrate the news; however, Celine thought that Ji-sung would endanger the child. Although a little blurry, I believe Celine, who had meant to try and get rid of Ji-sung, ended Ryu-unnie’s life.” A tense silence erupted in the room, but the child snapped her mother out of it, ushering for the rest of the story.

“Ryu-unnie blocked the blow. Overblown by grief and unable to have Ryu-unnie’s presence to snap out of Gwi-Ma’s control over him, Ji-sung’s marks reappeared. He knew he couldn’t stop it, he looked up at us and asked us to take care of Rumi. Whether she was overcome by guilt or led with new determination, Celine told me she’d take over raising the new generation of the hunters and would take care of Rumi since I had a family of my own to take care of… The End.”

“What! Mom~ that ending sucks!”

—

“Huntr/X once again are on top of the charts, all of the fans are excited for their show tonight! But they will also be sad over their announced break. In other news, a—” 

The [h/c] girl walked towards her parents' bakery before opening the shop while she was on a FaceTime call with her parents, who were traveling overseas, and they were having their anniversary, leaving her to take care of their bakery/cafe that they decided to have after all the wealth they accumulated. 

“Yes, Mom, I made sure to lock the door before leaving the house. Anything else?” After some more reminders, love, and appreciation with some mild concern on the other end, she hung up the phone.

With a chime from the cafe door, the girl etched a customer service smile before greeting the customers. 

“Welcome to MoonHoney Cafe.”

Honestly I don't know if I'll continue this but I might, also this is my take on Rumi’s parents but honestly idek if I like it.

But yeah… first post on this acct💪🤓

[ao3commentoftheday]

Not really an ao3 question, more like a fandom one. So I post on my fandom blog pretty regularly, and I notice that some people reblog my posts often but they don't follow me, and (this part is really stupid) I'm a little hurt about that? Following them first seems like attention seeking (and also they might not follow back which already happened a couple of times and it's the most confusing feeling). Am I stupid and paying too much attention to things that don't matter?

*hugs* Anon, you're not stupid. But you are paying too much attention.

It's normal to look for meaning in actions when we don't have a reason why something is or isn't happening. You don't know why people aren't following your blog, so you're currently grasping at straws to figure out why that could possibly be.

If you want a reason why folks reblog you without following you, I'm going to point you to the For You tab. Someone in your fandom can easily see your fandom posts there because the content of your For You tab is floated to you based on your likes and reblogs. If you're using tags or writing about content that they otherwise like, they'll see you there.

Following someone's tumblr account is not a cry for attention. It is normal behaviour on a website where people post and share content. Likewise, not following back is not a rejection of you, the person. Some folks only follow people they know from other places. Some people have notifications filtered or reduced and won't know when someone follows them. Some people just scroll on past the notif and continue on their way.

I don't think your problem is about reblogging and following, though, anon. I think you're lonely and wishing that you had more fandom friends here on tumblr. That's a pretty common feeling, judging by my inbox (and the history of this blog since I started it years ago).

My advice is scary, but keep in mind that your tumblr url is not connected to your offline identity. Even if someone does reject you outright, they only ever know your screenname. They don't know you.

Follow first. Reblog with chatty tags. Send asks. Reblog prompt memes and asks memes. Send prompts and asks when other people post them.

And above all, do not keep track of who is following you and how many followers you have. Numbers and stats will drive you crazy if you pay attention to them. Instead, focus in on making one or two acquaintances that you can grow into friends and expand out from there.

*hugs* I hope you find your people, anon. I really do 💗

[whenstarsundress]

— y is for yandere

you found the door locked. that was the first thing. you blinked, confused, twisting the knob again. “caleb?”

from behind you, his voice—soft as always—answered. “hey, sweetheart.”

you turned. he was standing in the hallway with two mugs of tea in his hands and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“i thought we were going out,” you said, heart skipping a little. “you said you’d take me to lunch.”

“i know.” he walked closer and offered you one of the mugs. “but i changed my mind.”

you hesitated. “caleb… did you lock the door?”

he just looked at you, still smiling. “you’ve been so tired lately. i thought we could have a day just for us.”

you swallowed. “i wanted to see my friends today.”

his smile didn’t falter. “but i need you more.”

that made your stomach turn in a way you couldn’t quite name. you stepped back. “caleb, unlock the door.”

he sighed, and stepped closer again. “i knew you’d say that. you always want to leave. always want to be with people who don’t care about you the way i do.”

you froze.

“i’m the only one who really sees you,” he continued, too calm. “the only one who listens when you cry. the only one who notices when you’re hurting.”

you stared at him. he stepped even closer, setting both mugs down on the table behind you. then his hands cupped your cheeks tenderly, but possessive.

“you’re everything to me,” he whispered. “but i don’t think you understand how dangerous the world is.”

you tried to look away. his fingers tightened just enough to stop you.

“it’s okay,” he said. “you don’t have to think about it anymore. i’ll protect you. always.”

“…by locking me in here?”

“by keeping you safe.”

there was something in his voice—so gentle, so kind—but laced with something unmovable. final.

“caleb, this isn’t love—”

“yes, it is.” his forehead pressed to yours. “this is the truest form of it.” he kissed your cheek, so softly it almost felt normal. “you don’t have to be scared. not of me. never of me.”

“i’m not scared of you,” you whispered and he smiled.

“good,” he said, brushing his thumb over your lips. “because i’d never hurt you. i’d only ever hurt anyone who tries to take you from me.”

[muli-wam]

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Boxer!Toji Fushiguro did not do relationships.

"Can I stay the night? I-" the brunette he was 8 inches deep in just a few moments ago would say.

Toji didn't even know her name. He just let out a mocking chuckle and told her to get out as he did pushups on the floor next to the bed.

"I'll call you an uber," he would say.

She would look at him in disbelief before scoffing and storming out with disheveled hair and clothes.

This was clockwork.

His routine consisted of boxing, flirting, fucking, and then more boxing.

He wasn't going to change that for some girl.

Boxer!Toji Fushiguro didn't go on dates, he didn't even look the woman in the eyes while fucking.

He has 3 strict rules for him and his hookups: No talking, no eye contact, and no kissing on the lips. (And always use condoms because the last thing Toji wanted was a child).

Toji doesn't think his rules are extreme, but others around him like to think so.

He's not a dick kinda, he just didn't like relationships. Whether that was romantic, or platonic.

They made him too vulnerable, and Toji didn't like let people get too close in fear of them taking advantage of him.

That's why he loved boxing. He didn't have to play on a team, which meant he didn't have to get along with anyone. People feared him, they kissed the floor he walked on—and he got to punch people so it was a win-win.

Boxer!Toji Fushiguro was content with living life in solitude.

But his desire for peace and eternal loneliness didn't make him some kind of humble, down to earth man.

No, Toji thrived off praise. He got off on people telling him how much they loved him, how much they worshipped him.

He loved going out in public in broad daylight where everyone could see the amazing Toji Fushiguro, even though Shiu, his manager, told him not to.

He loved the way people would crowd him, asking for pictures and autographs. He loved when girls would pull down the collar of their shirts so he could sign their upper boob and later get it tattooed.

"I'm not a perv," Toji would say defensively.

"But you are..." Shiu would reply, giving him an accusatory look.

Boxer!Toji Fushiguro loved attention.

So, you could imagine his surprise when he sees a cute girl at the grocery store, taking time out of his day to come up to you, willfully giving you the God-given opportunity to meet THE Toji Fushiguro, just for you to give him a look of annoyance and walk away.

Come again???

Boxer!Toji Fushiguro was pissed the fuck off.

But, since he's such a good person, he let that one slide and decided to give you a second chance.

"C'mon doll, you really gonna do me like that?" He purrs.

"Do you like what, exactly?" You sigh, not even looking at him, instead continuing to inspect which peaches to buy, afraid they would instantly go bad the moment you walk out the store.

"Playing hard to get?" He takes the peach out of your hand and brings it up to his lips, taking a large bite—making it wayyy more sexual than it needed to be—letting the juice drip down his wrist before bringing his head down and licking it all up.

"Gross, you know how many people touched that?" You say with a look of disgust.

He decided to ignore your comment because 1.) You are progressively bruising his ego with every breath you take, and 2.) He just ate an unwashed peach from the grocery store that may or may not have an undiscovered bacteria on it which may or may not kill him.

"Look, you dont need to act all uninterested to 'impress me'. I'll sign your tits and leave."

Now you were the one pissed off because who does he think he is?

This hot, muscly, meat sack walks in here like he owns the place, tries to flirt with you like some creep, and then has the audacity to offer to sign your tits?

What do you do?

You slap him.

"Who do you even think you are?" You snapped.

Boxer!Toji Fushiguro doesn't hit women. His mother always taught him that no matter how angry he got, no matter how much someone pushed him, to never lay his hands on a girl. Because that's the gentlemanly thing to do.

Sure, his mom taught him dozens of other 'gentlemanly' acts. Most of which he threw out the window, stomped on, and set on fire. But that one always stuck.

Except for right now.

Right now, Toji wanted to strangle you because you just slapped him.

Do you even know who he is?

Obviously fucking not because you just asked him, and that pissed Toji off even more.

Also the fact that you just publicly humiliated him, in front of at least 20 people recording, which would then end up on the entire internet for everyone to see 'The Girl Who Slapped Toji Fushiguro, The Most Feared Boxer in All of Japan.'

Boxer!Toji Fushiguro didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say because he's never been in such a situation.

People always shriveled up and hid out of fear when he entered a room. Toji's presence alone makes children scream and hide behind their parents.

But you didn't do that.

You slapped him.

And it kinda turned him on.

Boxer!Toji Fushiguro studied your angry expression. The way your eyebrows furrowed, how your nostrils flaired with every heavy breath you took, your anger radiating off of you, making those around you—even Toji—nervous.

His cheek tingled, not because the slap hurt, it was pretty weak in his opinion, but because your hands were so soft and Toji wondered how they would feel caressing his face as he made you fall apart under him.

This feeling you gave him was foreign, and he craved for more.

He craved you.

"Are you single?" He suddenly asks.

Boxer!Toji Fushiguro flinches, preparing for another slap from you when he sees your expression go blank. Unreadable.

Getting killed by a pretty girl wouldn't be such a bad way to go out.

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A/n: Idk what beef I have with Toji rn but hes kinda an asshole in this AU. I SWEAR THERE WILL BE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT reader is gna change Toji for the better ☺️👍🏼

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[2cupids]

riding bf!toji’s thigh in the store’s dressing room.

contains. f!reader, thigh riding, semi public, reader is called pretty/pretty girl, written with a chubby!reader in mind <3 .. mdni (17+).

toji did not plan on spending his thursday like this, and neither does he enjoy it.

you insisted on him coming along to help you buy an outfit for a fourth of july party your friend had invited you to. so he agreed—albeit reluctantly—to let you drag him around. he can never tell your cute ass “no,” even when he desperately wants to.

this unwelcomed little mall trip didn’t come without him still letting his feelings be known though. his usual scowl is deeper, more pronounced, and his eyes narrow whenever you take too long browsing around in different stores.

despite all that, the trip hasn’t been a complete waste in his eyes. he gets to watch you twirl around and show him every piece of clothing you try on, from little denim shorts to tiny skirts as you ask him his opinion on each, to which he gives a dry, one word response.

you could say toji’s been well behaved today for a guy who’s usually handsy with you. that comes to an end when he finally snaps the moment you emerge in a tight, low cut top that shows plenty of cleavage, asking him whether or not the top “makes your boobs look big.”

a lazy grin pulls at the corners of his mouth and he scoffs, slowly rising to his feet, large hands immediately on your waist as he walks you back into the dressing room. a poor girl working in the store folding clothes nearby witnesses the scene and looks horrified. out of the corner of his eye he sees the employee, but he could care less who sees. or whoever hears what he’s got planned for you for that matter.

“makes your tits look fuckin’ great if that’s what you’re askin’.” toji drawls, closing the door behind him and moving to take a seat on the bench, which looks comically small under his large, muscular figure.

you huff out a laugh and cross your arms. “you’re so annoying, that’s not what i asked. i mean.. don’t you think they make my boobs look even bigger?”

toji rolls his eyes, spreading his legs slightly as he continues eyeing you. “i really don’t give a fuck if it does… not like it’s a bad thing anyways.” he says, tilting his head slightly and his smirk returns. “all i know is you still look damn sexy.”

trying to deflect his comment, you end up giving him a playful glare before muttering a quiet, “whatever.” your fingers hook underneath the hem of the shirt to take it off when toji’s calloused hand suddenly reaches for your wrist, stopping you.

“don’t cha think i deserve something, doll? ya know, it’s been torture watching you try on all those different outfits for me.” toji says quiet enough that it's almost a whisper as he tugs you forward to stand in between his legs.

you squint, already knowing he was going to pull some shit like this the moment he got that look in his eye and pushed you back into the changing room. you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your fingers play with the dark strands at the nape of his neck. “mm, not right now. keep it in your pants ‘til we get back home. or least back to the car, toj.”

that earns you a low chuckle, and before you even have time to react, you’re being manhandled as if you weigh nothing and you find yourself straddling one of toji’s thick thighs, his hands move up from your hips, over the softness of your belly, and up to squeeze your breasts, thumbs finding your nipples through the material of the top. “don’t act like you don’t want this too, pretty.” he whispers, lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear.

you shiver, biting your lower lip, careful not to let a sound slip out. “shut up. there are people around, and–”

toji quickly shuts you up, flexing his thigh underneath you, fingers tweaking your hardening nipples. “didn’t hear ya, baby. say it again?” he smiles.

and like a dummy, you open your mouth again to protest. a silly mistake. his hands snake down to grip your hips to move your body, making you grind down on him. he keeps moving you against him until you finally give in and start moving your hips on your own, whimpers and gasps tumbling from your lips as you ride his thigh.

toji smirks, satisfaction crossing his sharp features. soft locks of hair tickle your skin when he drops his head down to your neck, breath fanning across your skin. “just realized the people outside are getting a free show. a pretty girl making even prettier sounds… next time i’ll charge the bastards.” he laughs and begins pressing hot kisses along your throat.

one hand flies up to cover your mouth, mortified at the thought of strangers hearing you, but toji is a menace. so when he hears your noises get quieter as you attempt to muffle them, he brings his hand down against your backside. the sound of his palm coming down hard against your ass echos throughout the entirety of the dressing room area and a moan accidentally slips out.

toji loves it.

loves seeing you in ways like this and knowing he can always manipulate the situation in his favor. he pulls back, letting his eyes trail over your body and to the growing wet stain on his jeans. his eyes darken every time your breath hitches slightly when your clit rubs against the rough material of his pants through your thin panties and shorts just right.

and he just drinks it all in, his dick twitching and straining in his pants from the sights and sounds. “look at you..”, he mumbles. “look what you do to me.”

the hand covering your mouth is pulled from your face as he guides it over his chest, then down lower until it rests over his dick. you gasp softly and rub him over his jeans, making him swallow down a groan. “shit. keep doing that and i’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

a shaky laugh escapes you and you take your hand off, placing it on his other shoulder for more stability. soon, your hips start to move more frantically against his thigh as you feel yourself starting to get close. toji assists by flexing his thigh more and continuing to run his hands over your soft, full curves. you rest your head in the crook of his neck, breathy sounds spilling from your mouth. your fingers tighten around his shoulders as he whispers filthy things in your ear until a sweet, strangled sound of pleasure slips past your lips.

you slouch against toji’s body, dazed, embarrassed, but most importantly, satisfied. he gives you after a moment to catch your breath and then he helps you out of the top, leaving you alone to go pay for it. he proudly steps out of the room with his head held high, large wet spot on his jeans and all. when you finally muster up the courage to leave, you’re the complete opposite of your boyfriend, your head is hung low to avoid any eyes.

toji’s waiting outside the store for you and it’s only then that you see just how big a mess you made. you freeze, body heating up with embarrassment all over again before you bring your eyes up to meet his in disbelief. “you have to be kidding. don’t tell me you’re keeping those on? walking around like that?!”

toji just raises a brow and grins. “why wouldn’t i? there’s nothing to be ashamed of. this is a trophy, baby.” he says, almost cockily.

he pulls out a pair of sweatpants from the bag and hands them to you. “bought those for you though, figured you’d want some more pants to wear.” then he leans down to whisper, voice sickly sweet. “didn’t buy you any more panties, so just give those ruined ones to me. i’ll keep ‘em safe. promise.”

[fleshengine]

I genuinely live in fear of the day I have to justify my continued prescription of modafinil to a medical professional. I read a medical article on it and a good two thirds of it was just “people who take this will want more, here’s the kinds of things addicts say when they’re addicted to something” and it was every possible reasonable justification for continuing to take a med that is helping you.

It listed the actual withdrawal symptoms as signs of addiction. Like… if I ever get it late and I have to talk to a medical professional to get them, I’m going to look like a druggie. I’m going to be considered an addict. I might not get them.

Modafinil is one of the main reasons I graduated college and currently have a job. I’m way more productive these days. The 100% that I can give on modafinil is like 230% what I could before. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to have to fight my own psyche to do basic tasks like eating.

I’m fucking scared.

"drug-seeking behavior" woah the patient wants u to treat their ailments with medicine ...... thats crazy

[orellazalonia]

Soft Shopping Spree

Summary: Bucky notices you never spend his money or let yourself want anything, so he plans a full day of spoiling you determined to show you what you deserve. (Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Sweetheart!reader)

Word Count: 2.5k+

Main Masterlist | His Sweetheart Masterlist

It started small. The way it always did with you.

You never asked for more.

You lived in Bucky’s mansion now. His guards drove you. His chef fed you when he couldn’t be home. His people knew your face, knew to open doors, carry packages, and never let you lift a damn thing unless you insisted.

And you still acted like a guest.

You used the same two mugs, the same worn clothes from your old closet. You bought your own shampoo instead of touching the imported, overpriced stuff in the bathroom. When he told you to buy anything you needed, your receipts never passed thirty bucks.

Thirty bucks.

Bucky noticed.

He noticed the way your eyes skimmed past price tags like they weren’t meant for you. How you always offered to pay for groceries with cash you kept tucked in a little envelope. How you never once ordered anything to the house without asking first, even though his assistant had given you full access weeks ago.

He noticed the way you never let yourself want anything too big. Like maybe it would be a burden or worse, like you weren’t used to anyone giving a damn whether you were comfortable or not.

It made something cold and quiet twist in his chest. You didn’t need to ask for his money. That wasn’t the point. You were his. And that meant you deserved to have something, anything, that made you feel that way.

So the next time he came home from a long meeting, jacket slung over one shoulder and blood under his nails that didn’t belong to him, he found you in the kitchen heating leftovers, in that same old hoodie you’d had since the day he met you?

He decided.

Tomorrow, you were getting spoiled whether you thought you needed it or not.

You woke up to the smell of coffee and the low hum of Bucky's voice downstairs, rough and low as he talked to someone over the phone. It was barely 8 a.m.

You rubbed your eyes and padded toward the staircase, still wrapped in one of his old shirts, sleeves swallowing your hands. You caught just a snippet of what he was saying.

“No. I want everything cleared. No press, no bystanders. She’s not walking into chaos… Yeah. Discreet. She doesn’t like attention.”

There was a pause then a softer tone.

“And make sure the stores are prepped. I don’t care if they open early. I said I want her to feel like a queen.”

You froze for a second, lingering just beyond the railing. The call ended and you heard the rustle of a coat, then quiet footsteps, and before you could sneak back upstairs, he turned the corner and caught you.

His eyes softened immediately.

“Morning, my love.”

You blinked. “Did I just hear you threatening to bribe an entire shopping district?”

He didn’t even pretend to look guilty.

“I’m taking you out today.”

You squinted. “Out-out? Or fake-normal-day-out like last time?”

His hand came up to brush your hair behind your ear. “Real normal, real you, and real me. Except… you’re coming home with new things this time.”

You frowned. “I don’t need anything, Buck.”

He smiled; that slow, stubborn kind that meant he’d already made up his mind.

“I know you don’t, but I need to give you something.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he continued on.

“You’ve been living here like you’re waiting to be asked. Like if you take up too much space, someone’s gonna notice. But you live here, sweetheart. You don’t have to earn it. You just have to let yourself have it.”

You looked at him for a long moment.

Then sighed. “Fine. One pair of boots.”

He grinned. “Try twelve.”

Twenty minutes later, you were dressed in the outfit he’d picked out—soft, luxurious, and subtle—and stepping into the SUV he always rode in when he wanted to remind the city who he was. It was cleaner than usual. The windows were polished. You noticed the man driving was one you hadn’t seen before. He was young, kind-looking, said “Good morning, Miss” with a real smile.

Bucky slid into the seat beside you as You leaned close.

“Are you bribing your own staff to be extra nice today?”

He smirked. “Not bribing. Just warning.”

He didn’t tell you where you were going until the buildings started to change to high-end boutiques, quiet cafes, storefronts without prices, and the kind of streets where everyone had a security detail and no one talked about it.

Your stomach twisted. “Bucky, this is too much–“

“No, it’s not.”

He reached over and laced his fingers with yours.

“You’re mine. You don’t have to need something to deserve it. Today, I just want to see you spoiled.”

You went quiet, overwhelmed in the way that always hit when he was like this. Calm, determined, and focused entirely on you.

“Let me give you a day where the only thing you have to worry about is whether the dress fits,” He said.

You blinked at him.

“You picked a dress store already?”

His smirk widened.

“Sweetheart, I picked ten.”

The first boutique looked like it belonged in a dream.

Glass walls, plush velvet furniture, and soft music playing from somewhere overhead. The saleswoman greeted you both without blinking, no surprise and no hesitation. Bucky had clearly called ahead.

She looked directly at you when she smiled.

“We’ve been expecting you, Miss.”

You hesitated. “Oh. I’m just–”

“She’s the one I told you about,” Bucky cut in smoothly, hand resting on your lower back. “Treat her better than royalty.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as the woman disappeared to get racks prepared. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re beautiful,” He replied. “And you’re about to try on everything in this damn store.”

You opened your mouth, probably to argue, and he held up a hand.

“No debates. No ‘I don’t need it.’ No looking at tags. You’ve never said no when I’ve asked for something. This time, I’m asking you to let me give you what you deserve. Just once.”

You fell quiet, unsure what to do with the weight of his words. He reached up and adjusted the collar of your coat slowly, like he wanted the moment to settle between you.

“Let yourself want something, love. Even if it’s just for fun.”

And so you tried. You tried to keep it light at first. One pair of shoes. A cardigan. A soft blouse in a color you liked but rarely wore. And then Bucky started doing his thing.

Subtle nods to the assistant when you paused. A jacket you tried on and then shrugged off, saying “maybe later” was already being wrapped in tissue by the time you turned around. A bag you glanced at for two seconds? On the counter and already paid for.

You huffed, finally turning to him with crossed arms.

“You’re just buying everything I touch.”

He raised a brow. “Of course I am.”

“That’s not normal.”

“Neither is falling for someone who still thinks she has to prove she’s worth a pair of earrings.”

You blinked, caught off-guard.

He stepped closer, dropping his voice.

“You think I don’t see it? How careful you are? How you still ask before sitting in my office? You’re not visiting anymore. You belong, and I’m gonna keep reminding you of that until it sinks in.”

You tried on a long coat after that, silky on the inside and fit like a glove. You stepped out, expecting to hear one of his usual “that one” or “perfect” comments but instead, he just stared for a long moment.

Not possessive. Not hungry. Just… soft.

“I like this one,” You said, smoothing the fabric awkwardly.

He nodded once.

“Keep it on. You’re leaving in that.”

You hesitated. “Don’t you want me to try the other–?”

“Nope. You’re keeping that one. That’s the one you looked at like you’d never wear something so nice.”

You bit your lip, heart a little too full.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He smiled, slow and steady, like it bloomed right out of his chest.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now pick out a bag, one that makes you feel dangerous.”

You tried not to smile. Tried, being the key word.

By the third boutique, something in you had shifted. Not all at once, just in pieces. The coat still hugged your frame, a tiny silk ribbon from an earlier bag peeked from the crook of your arm, and Bucky had been watching you like he was cataloguing every little sign of you softening.

He never rushed you or hovered. But the look in his eyes? Like you were finally, finally, giving yourself permission to exist fully in his world. Not as a visitor. Not as a kept secret, but as his girl.

The next store was lighter with sunlight through big windows, color everywhere, warm wood floors, and delicate fabrics. The kind of place that didn’t just sell clothing, it sold confidence.

You ran your fingers along a display of scarves.

Bucky watched from behind, arms folded, weight balanced lazily against a counter like he had all the time in the world. And he did. For you, he always did.

You held up a deep red one, smiling faintly. “Too dramatic?”

He shrugged. “For who?”

You smiled more, for real this time.

“I guess no one.”

“There you go,” He murmured.

You didn’t stop at one thing in that store. You tried on sunglasses, ridiculous ones, big dramatic ones. He gave fake ratings, crossing his arms and pretending to ponder each look like a fashion judge.

“Hm. Nine. Makes you look like a woman who poisons rich husbands.”

“Oh, perfect,” You grinned. “Exactly what I was going for.”

You held up heels you’d never normally wear that were absurdly tall and strappy with black patent leather.

“These would kill me.”

“They’d kill everyone else first,” Bucky added, expression serious. “Which is the point.”

By the time you were at store number five, the guards were lagging behind, arms full of bags. The assistants were quieter and more discreet. They’d learned that you liked to wander without pressure, and that Bucky would pay for anything you lingered on longer than three seconds.

There were moments when you still felt it, that flicker of guilt. The voice that said you’re asking for too much, you’re not supposed to want anything.

But then Bucky would step beside you silently, close enough to feel his presence without even touching. And somehow, the doubt would quiet.

And by the sixth store, you surprised him.

It was a little bookstore tucked between two luxury brands, seemingly out of place in a world of five-figure handbags. You tugged his sleeve when you saw it.

“Five minutes?”

He nodded. “Take ten.”

You disappeared into the aisles, fingers dancing along spines. When you returned, you handed him a single small bag with tissue peeking out.

He frowned.

“What’s this?”

You smiled. “For you.”

He blinked.

“I thought today was about spoiling you.”

“Exactly,” You said. “And I wanted to say thank you. And maybe remind you I notice things too.”

He opened the bag. Inside was an old novel that he once mentioned in passing. A war story out of print.

He looked at it for a long moment. When he finally looked up, his expression had shifted. Less amused and more stunned, vulnerable.

“You keep doing things like this,” He said, voice low, “And I’m not gonna stand a chance.”

You smiled, bumping his shoulder.

“Pretty sure that ship’s already sailed.”

The ride back to the mansion was quiet in that peaceful, golden-hour kind of way. Your legs were tucked beneath you in the back seat, Bucky’s jacket draped across your lap like it always found its way there. His hand was on your knee warm and steady as his thumb moved in lazy circles. He hadn’t said much since the bookstore, but he didn’t need to. Every once in a while, he’d glance at you like he still couldn’t believe you were real.

The mansion lights were already on when you pulled up. The staff had taken your bags ahead of you, every last one carried with care through the front doors. But you and Bucky moved slowly, fingers laced, and walking like the night wasn’t in a rush.

Inside, you kicked your shoes off and padded toward the main living room where most of the day’s spoils had been dropped: a dozen shopping bags leaning against the sofa and tissue paper peeking out in soft piles. You stood in the center of it, arms crossed lightly, looking a little dazed. Like someone who wasn’t used to being given the world and didn’t quite know how to hold it.

“I know it’s a lot,” Bucky said behind you, voice gentle.

You turned toward him. “Yeah. But… I think I’m okay with that.”

He smiled, that soft little curve of his mouth that always made your chest ache.

“Good. ‘Cause I already ordered a closet expansion.”

You laughed and tossed a crumpled receipt at him. “You’re out of control.”

“You’re happy,” He replied, catching it easily. “That’s all I care about.”

You then spent the next hour unpacking things together. Not because you needed to, someone else could’ve done it of course, but because it felt… grounding. Personal. Like laying out every small, joyful piece of the day and reliving it with your hands.

He helped you unwrap shoes, undo tags, and lay delicate fabrics across the back of the couch so you could admire them. He didn’t make a big deal of it. He just existed next to you, sleeves rolled up, and dark eyes warm. Occasionally, he would hold something up and say, “You’re wearing this to dinner next week.”

You eventually ended up sitting cross-legged on the rug, fingers tangled in ribbons and boxes. You were growing tired but in the good way, the kind of tired that comes from being full. Full of light, of warmth, of something deep and good you didn’t have words for.

When he knelt behind you, arms coming around your waist, you leaned back into him without thinking.

“Thank you,” You said softly. “For all of it. Not just the stuff, but for seeing me.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then another to the side of your neck.

“I see everything you try to hide,” He murmured. “All the ways you’ve learned not to take up space. You think I’d let you stay small forever?”

You swallowed, hands curling over his.

“I didn’t know how not to.”

He held you tighter. “Then I’ll teach you one day at a time.”

You fell asleep with your head in his lap on the couch later, the room bathed in soft lamplight. One of the new sweaters you bought was already draped over your shoulders like it belonged there. Bucky’s fingers threaded through your hair slowly, rhythmically, as if he could soothe you even in sleep.

And when Steve walked in later that night, pausing in the doorway to say something, Bucky just shook his head with the smallest smile, eyes fixed on you.

“Not tonight,” He spoke quietly. “She finally let herself be spoiled.”

Steve nodded once and left without another word.

[inhurtandincomfort]

🧵 - Sew their lips shut for Eldwin

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Eldwin knocked on the door to Clyde's office, three gentle raps on polished wood. He stepped back, smoothed the creases in his glove and waited until a dull "Enter," came from within. He opened the door and stepped inside with a small bow, his fist pressed to his chest.

"You wanted to see me sir?" Without raising his head, his eyes flickered around the room, taking mental notes; Clyde sat behind his desk as always, looking bored with stacks of paper in front of him. A window was on the left side, open today in warm weather with no breeze. They were on the second floor. A sheet was draped over one of the chairs - peculiar. Stood off to to the right, straight-backed with his hands clasped in front of him, looking pointedly anywhere but at Clyde, was Jowan. He perked up when he saw Eldwin, raising his hand in greeting. Eldwin gave a small nod of recognition before fixing his gaze to the floor.

"Come the weeks end, we will be meeting with some high-ranking government officials who are interested in our work," Clyde announced, leaning back in his chair with folded arms. "They will want to see you, and decide whether we are suitable to keep you."

Eldwin glanced up, careful not to make eye contact. Keep him?

"You are considered a dangerous specimen. We've invested a lot of time and money to be able to keep you for this long as a warlock; now you've proven valuable, the government want to seize you for themselves. I trust I don't need to spell it out for you."

Previously, his fear of being captured by authorities was because he would be executed. Since the aether harvests had apparently proved fruitful, he had a new fear - spending the rest of his life locked in a lab to serve as nothing more than an aether supply. The Black Syndicate were awful; but they at least gave him some level of freedom. He had to be grateful for that.

Clyde continued, "We are on good terms with the people in charge. But if they think for even a second that we don't have you completely under control, they will deem us unfit as your keeper. All that effort spent on you will have been a waste. I don't want that. You, certainly, do not want that." He rose and walked around to Eldwin, casting a towering shadow over him. "You understand what this means?"

"Yes sir." Eldwin nodded once, not moving from his respectful pose. "I will behave." This time he meant it. The blow to his pride was a small price to pay for freedom.

"There is no room for even the slightest error. We have plans in place to ensure everything goes smoothly." Clyde gestured to Jowan, who seemed to startle before he approached holding a small case.

With a hand on his shoulder, Clyde guided Eldwin to sit in the covered chair. And by 'guided' it was more 'subtly forced.' He could have ordered Eldwin to do so and he would have obeyed, but either he just wanted a little power trip, or he thought Eldwin might cause trouble.

Tsk. Faithless.

"I'm sorry about this." Jowan put on some medical gloves, and picked up a small bottle Eldwin recognised as a disinfectant used to sterilise surgical tools. "I promise it will be taken off as soon as they leave."

"Wait, what? What will?"

Clyde's grip tightened. "Stay still. We'll tie you down if we have to."

With a clean cotton pad Jowan dabbed the disinfectant over Eldwin's lips, gently tilting his head up for better light. He tried to speak, but a firm "don't" shut him up. It's not like he wanted a mouth full of cotton anyway.

His questions were answered when Jowan next pulled out a sewing needle, and some thread.

"Hey, the fuck- at least answer me, why are you-" A harsh tug on his hair made his head jerk back with a wince.

"I said we needed control."

"I have plenty of gags," which was something he'd never thought he'd say, but hey, there's a first time for everything. "Not to mention I am fully capable of keeping my mouth shut, you don't n-"

"Really? That's news to me. Total control means harsher treatment. They need to see that you are not being treated as a person, but instead like the irredeemable traitor you are," Clyde said calmly, "You can misbehave. They already know you're not submissive enough. What matters most is how I treat you, and proving that you can't cause too many problems no matter how much you try. That even when you want to lash out, you can be controlled. Now, be still. Or I'll make it worse for you."

You're fucking insane. He closed his eyes, taking in a shuddering breath. He didn't know why he bothered to be surprised anymore. Nothing was off-limits to these people.

And really, all things considered, it wasn't that bad. He'd been through worse. Way worse. The quiet sting of the needle piercing his skin was barely worth mentioning. As was the strange pull of the thread being pulled through the tiny holes. More of an odd feeling than anything. It's not like he'd never had stitches before.

He could complain about being silenced, but that's what the gags were for anyway. What was so different about this?

When Jowan was satisfied, Eldwin was sent back to his room with orders to not touch his lips, do not try to open his mouth, keep disinfecting the area, and seek out Jowan if anything goes wrong.

The first thing he did was throw the blanket off the mirror to examine the work.

It was neatly done, he thought. Nice needle work. Not like he could expect anything less from Jowan, of all people. At least it was clean. As a one-off, it wouldn't scar. Probably.

Calloused fingers gently ran across the black threads. He wouldn't be eating for the next few days, then. Could probably use a small straw for water, at least. Maybe he'd have to mix the mud-paste they called nutritional into water just to get some sustenance. Eugh. Or as it was only a few days, they may not even bother, he'd gone longer without food.

That might honestly be preferable.

He draped the blanket back over the mirror. His stomach twisted in knots, and would for the next few days. He hated these social gatherings as is, especially when it could decide the rest of his life. He didn't know what else Clyde had in mind, but as long as it kept him safe, he didn't care. He liked what he had now, really; it was better than being cooped up in a lab and turned into a brainless husk. He vowed to behave himself, do whatever it took to prove that the Black Syndicate could be trusted with him.

But right now, all he could do was wait.

[crabs-nonsense]

The thing I use to repeat as a little mantra to keep myself going before being disabled was that someday it would be better than this, someday everything will be good and amazing and you won't be here where everything is bad and exhausting. The whole light at the end of the tunnel thing. It will get better.

I know that's not a thing that really works for a lot of people but it worked for me and I clung to it like a lifeline. Of course I was fully able-bodied, able to jump and run and dance and do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Of course it could get better. Of course there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

After becoming disabled came the advice I have shared with quite a few people who've asked me how I manage to keep going. I dont know how much it's helped, but I hope it's a helpful to them as it is to me.

There are moment in our life, moments that we hold dear and cherish. Moments that make us feel happy and warm and that we want to last forever. And if you died you wouldn't have those moments. They aren't all of the time, you have to wait for them. You have to seek them out. And they are worth living for. Because you'd regret not having those moments. There are people who you will love, places you will see, new foods, new adventures, new experiences. These are things you will treasure, and they are what you will lose. The things you do not know yet, but in the future are so very fundamental to you. There will come a day when you look back and are so very glad to be there in that moment, that you continued on and got to make it there. That you survived and have gotten to experience all these things that you otherwise wouldn't have.

It’s so crazy that suicide prevention is just people going awwww don’t!! Awwww come on noooooooooo stopppppp

[wr2shw]

Princess treatment or bare minimum

description: doing the ‘princess treatment or bare minimum’ trend with your boyfriend

pairing: harry lewis (W2S) x fem!reader

genre: fluff

“so, harry, you wanna do a tiktok video with me?” i ask my boyfriend, giving him the sweetest smile.

he looks up from his phone and narrows his eyes at me, “what video?” he asks suspiciously. in past i have done many videos with him, majority of them being pranks so he always hesitates before answering.

“i promise you it’s not a prank this time. there is a trend going on where people ask their parents whether some situation is categorised as princess treatment or as bare minimum.” i explain to him.

“oh, yeah, that sounds alright.” he says sitting up and shifting beside me. “let’s do it then.”

i set up the camera and start recording. “hello, guys, today i am going to ask my boyfriend, whether something is princess treatment or bare minimum.” harry enthusiastically nods beside me.

“okay, first question: bringing me a snack or a drink from the kitchen, princess treatment or bare minimum.” i ask looking at him.

“bare minimum of course.” he says shrugging.

i smile and continue. “good. opening my car door for me.”

“bare minimum.” he says, as he nods along.

“paying for dinner when we go out.” i ask, knowing his answer.

“princess treatment, i am willing to pay but not always.” he says, and i hit his shoulder. “ow, y/n! that hurts.”

“wrong answer. try again.” i say, joking glaring at him.

“fine fine, i would never let you pay you know that.” harry says, giving you a sweet smile.

“right, carrying me around when my feet hurt.” i ask.

“bare minimum, i actually like carrying you around.” he says as i blush at that.

“supporting man united instead of chelsea, because i asked you to.” i say, smirking a little.

“that’s princess treatment for sure, in fact it’s none since i would never support man united over chelsea.” he says giving me a stinky eye. “how could you ask me that, you don’t even watch football.”

“i can ask whatever i want to.” i say flipping my hair.

“princess.” he mutters under his breath. i smile a little because thats my favourite nickname.

“okay, last question: i ask you to leave sidemen for me.” i obviously ask it as a joke, but before i can say i am joking, he answers.

“i would classify that as princess treatment because they are my boys but i would choose you over them.” he says sincerely.

“aww, harry, that was a joke, i would never ask you to do that. i know how much you love those boys.” i say pulling him in a hug.

“but i love you more.” he says, looking me in the eyes. and i all i could do in that moment is pull him in for a kiss.

[neeeooon]

two-way mirror ;

4 | awkward silences

ft. fem!reader & sae, rin

cw. take the title for what it is, cussing, mention of self-bruising (once), and other anxious tendencies

you sat at the cafe across from the itoshi brothers, your hands clutched so tightly in your lap you could feel bruises forming.

the older of the two (you assumed, based on the way he sat straight and didn’t avoid eye contact like the slouched one beside him) scanned over your photos with a certain eagle-eye precision that made you feel nauseous. of course, he’d scrutinize your work; his little brother was your target. you swallowed roughly and cleared your throat to cover it.

“um, i have a few more, if you want…” you trailed off when he looked up, and sank further into the plush cafe seats, praying they’d suck you in and teleport you back home.

someone placed a water cup in front of you, and you’d been so spaced out, daydreaming about your couch, that the action made you flinch in surprise. you looked up to find ichika smiling softly at you before she turned her attention to the others there. “hope i’m not interrupting! want anything to eat? you know you get a discount when i’m working.”

“part of the reason why i wanted to meet here,” sae grumbled, but his lip curved into a small grin when he put your photos down and handed his menu to her. “i’m okay with black coffee. rin?” rin mumbled something you missed over ichika’s sudden gasp.

when you glanced in her direction, your face burned at the sight of your photos in her hands. “wow! you took these? they’re amazing!”

“yeah..” you replied anxiously. you had to get used to people seeing your work. praising it, even. you were already familiar with criticism, especially after getting rejected from art school.

as if she could sense your hesitancy, ichika carefully placed the photos back on the table and jotted something down in her notebook. “black coffee and an oreo milkshake—“

“i didn’t—“

“—got it! anything for you, y/n?” you gestured to your water, and ichika left to grab their things. it grew quiet without her there, and you returned to picking at the drawstrings of kiyora’s sweats.

sae smirked. “i’ve seen enough. you’d make a great addition to our team.”

“thank you,” you said, silently praising yourself for not stammering.

“that makes the majority a yes,” he continued, silently sliding the photo of rin over for him to see. “if you’ll excuse me, i’m running to the restroom.” he didn’t directly say that it was to give rin some time to speak up, but his intentions were obvious.

you almost asked him to stay, and you could practically see the same question in rin’s glare as he followed his brother’s retreating form with wide eyes. sae disappeared around the corner, and you were left alone with rin. you accidentally caught his eye and immediately looked away, rin doing the same.

it was uncomfortably quiet. you weren’t sure what to say, and usually, you could get away with not saying anything at all, especially since you didn’t often put yourself in one-on-one situations with people you weren’t familiar with. you opened your mouth, desperate to break the awkward atmosphere, but nothing came out.

“‘s good.”

your gaze snapped up to find rin peering down at the picture you took of him. again, you tried to form a reply, but thankfully, he continued.

“the lighting is cool. i guess. i don’t know much about photography.”

“… thanks. it wasn’t anything i did, though. the lights you had at the show were really pretty. i guess i was drawn to them, or something. i don’t know.”

rin hummed, not once looking up at you, but now engaged in the conversation. “kaiser and shidou argue about it a lot. the lighting, i mean. kaiser thinks blue makes him stand out more, and shidou thinks blue dulls him, or something. i tune them out when they get annoying.”

he was being awfully social, but you were grateful, since it meant you didn’t have to speak—

“how did you get the background to blur?”

shit.

gulping down your nerves, you wrung your hands out as you fumbled your reply. “the lens. i use a wide aperture ‘cause the shallow depth of focus is the point. since the lens is more open, more light reaches the sensor. plus, i have my camera all set up so when i apply a little pressure to the button, it’ll focus on what’s centered without taking a picture. the background blurs better with my lens and stuff. i mean, at least i think it does.”

you didn’t mean to talk so much, but you couldn’t stop once you started. your face flamed. “sorry. that was a lot.”

rin hummed as he picked one of the photos up. “so you don’t add filters or anything to your pictures?”

“i try not to. i want them to be as authentic as possible.” you rubbed your hands over your pants. “keeps it real. the only filters i add are, like, black and white ones, sometimes.”

“cool.”

“thank you.”

it got quiet again, but it didn’t feel nearly as tense this time around. rin continued looking at the photograph in his hand, and you snuck the one closest to you so you weren’t just sitting there doing nothing. sae returned a few minutes later with his coffee and rin’s milkshake. rin scowled at the sugary drink but used his straw to spoon some of the whipped cream into his mouth.

“so,” his brother said, eyes already on you when you looked over. “have you two decided?”

you blinked. “on..?”

“on if you can work together or not.”

right. that was the whole reason you were even at that table in the first place. your face burned, and rin stabbed mindlessly at his milkshake. “fine. it won’t be the worst thing in the world, i guess.” his words were a little grumbled, a little distracted, but you were grateful for it.

“yeah,” you replied, trying to force a bit of enthusiasm into your voice. “i think it could work.”

sae flashed a rare smile and waved his hand as he spoke. “great. i’ll send you our offer, the starting amount, and give you three days to formally decide after reviewing it. sound good?”

you nodded. “yeah. you have my contact info.”

masterlist // previous (ch 3) // next (ch 5)

notes -> chat is this two awkward people trying to have a conversation orrrrr ? ALSO ALSO do you want me to add ichika to the ft. section or no since she isn’t a real character

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[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

So This is Love

BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.

(This is a much shorter fic from my other SKZ ones. But, still enjoy anyway.)

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update. MamaBear Collection.

Summary: You and Chan are dancing alone in the practice room.

You stood in the centre of the practice room. You were currently dancing. You had your ballroom heels on. You had grown up dancing. It was kind of a family tradition. You started with ballet and tap. Then you moved on to Latin and Ballroom. Which was a style that you adored. You went into Freestyle and cheerleading. Hip Hop was also a style you tried. But the ballroom always pulled you back. So, alongside Freestyle, you continued ballroom. You learned the right way to move your hips in the cha cha cha. You learnt how to be effortlessly graceful in a waltz. You learnt how to breathe in a quickstep. You learnt to be fierce yet delicate in a foxtrot.

Chan sat comfortably on the couch, watching you move. He had always been mesmerised by you when you danced. Yes, Minho was the main choreographer. However, you always helped where you could. You helped him and the rest of the dance racha come up with dances when needed. You had even taught the boys some ballroom moves. 

Hyunjin enjoyed tangoing with you. Whereas I.N. just enjoyed getting to twirl you around. Felix had taken up wanting to learn Rumba. He was doing well so far. Minho was doing well with the Foxtrot. Both Jisung and Changbin were still having fun with Cha-Cha-Cha. Seungmin had recently asked if he could try learning to Quickstep. Chan, however, had been enjoying Waltzing with you. 

Chan always felt close to you when you waltzed. It felt like everything else stopped, and it was just the two of you. It felt intimate in a whole new way. It felt light and romantic. It was the way he got to hold you close. The way that at first he let down all his walls and had to trust you to lead the dance. Now, he was at the point where he could lead you. Where he could take everything you taught him and show you that he had been listening. That he was worth the time you were spending on him.

Chan looked at you as he heard you let out a small huff. 

You turned to face Chan and held your hand out to him. “Come here.” You spoke softly. 

Chan raised an eyebrow but got up anyway. He walked over to you. 

You smiled up at him before walking over to your phone, which was connected to the speakers and music system. You picked a song. ‘So This Is Love’ from ‘Cinderella’. You made your way back to Chan as the music began.

You held a hand out to him. “Dance with me?” You asked softly, hopefully. 

Chan nodded his head. “How could I ever say no to you?” He held your hand in his, his left hand came to rest on your waist, and your left hand rested on his shoulder.

Chan pulled your body closer to his, and soon you began to waltz around the room. It was nice. It was somewhat relaxing. Both of you forget everything around you. You forgot about work, about the comeback. You forgot about the tour that wasn't too far away. A part of you both even forgot about the boys. Because at the moment, it was just the two of you. 

Two people who had adored and loved each other since before you debuted. Two people who hid their real feelings for each other from everyone except your families and obviously your boys. Of course, Stay knew. They had thoughts and theories, but nothing had ever been confirmed. Over the years, more and more people began to realise. No one said anything. Because why break something so pure and beautiful?

Something that had started between two teenagers who wanted nothing more than to follow their dreams and get there together. It was two people who loved each other. A couple that makes music together and work so well together. Two people who took on a leadership role, taking on the responsibility of looking after and taking care of their seven members. Seven men who were their friends, co-workers and family. They were younger brothers and sons to you both. 

So moments like this were needed. Because sometimes forgetting about the world was the best way to survive something. Sometimes it was enough just to be in each other’s arms, staying close and holding each other. 

You soon found yourself humming along to the song. Chan couldn't help but smile as he listened to you.

“So this is love. Mmmmm. So this is love. So this is what makes life divine.”

The two continued to waltz around the room. When Prince Charming’s part came up, Chan sang along. So there you were. Two people, very much in love. Singing to a Disney love song as you waltzed around the empty dance practice room, waiting for your boys to arrive.

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The door was open. Not a lot, just enough. There were seven sets of eyes watching as you and Chan danced around the room and sang together. 

Hyunjin, Felix and Seungmin were all filming and taking pictures of the moment. 

Minho was captivated by the way you moved as I.N. swayed to the sound of your voice. 

Changbin and Han both teared up a little. Because they knew you both needed this. 

All seven could see how Chan’s shoulders relaxed as he twirled you around. They saw the way you didn’t worry about how you sang the song or nitpicked at your own steps. 

Minho backed away. “Come on. Let’s go get some drinks and come back. Let’s give them a little more time together.” 

So the boys left to get coffee, tea, and smoothies. Whatever they wanted. But they were sure to get you and Chan’s favourites as well. 

The videos and pictures were posted in the group chat just before dance practice started. One of the pictures that Seungmin took. It was of the two of you dancing, holding each other. Looking at each other like you had all the love in the world. It’s now your phone wallpaper and your new contact photo in Chan’s phone.

Months later, on your anniversary, Hyunjin gifted you a painting. It was the exact same picture you adored from that day. Though in the painting, you two looked like you were right out of a fairytale. Chan was dressed smartly, almost princely. And there you were in a gorgeous dress that was your favourite colour. A pretty tiara on your head. On top of the painting sat a card that simply read. ‘To Chan and Honey, I painted this because a love like yours is rare. I needed to capture that. I want a love like yours. Thank you for everything you do for us. Happy Anniversary. Hyunjin xxx.’

The painting sits proudly above Chan’s desk in your room.

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