#╰ ♥ ╮ ━ ic: ray.

[mioons]

‎ LALALA OKOKOK ✦ 甜心女友

ᐢ..ᐢ okokok enha with a lalala gf ✿ 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝓁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⟢ ( 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ) . . 526 ⟡

EN— | 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 ♥︎ CLiCK

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung wasnt the nicest nor the most friendly person to meet. he doesn’t talk much nor does he have much friends. but due to his good looks he often had girls fawning over him or receiving love letters in his locker.

it annoyed him; that was until he met you

his little ray of sunshine that could never make him annoyed, his favourite girl that could never make him sad, and his darling, who always cheered him whenever he was feeling agitated.

“baby stop it..” he'd mumble, though his actions say otherwise; his hands were at the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him.

“says the one that won’t stop kissing me.”

“oh shut up.”

PARK JONGSEONG

jay isn’t the person you’d go to to ask for homework tips or to ask for help for. it’s just the way he stares at people and his dark voice that scares them off.

but when he’s with you, his whole demeanour changes. one might even wonder if he has an identical twin because the way he acted around you wasn’t very “jay park” of him.

sometimes he’d be nuzzling his nose against the crown of your head while you talked to your friends, or he could even be seen smiling and laughing at the jokes you made.

you were the bubble in his life he never wanted to pop, bringing colour to his days and a smile on his face.

SIM JAEYUN

calling him scary was an understatement. he only had two facial expressions, one for when he was bored and the other for when he was annoyed. honestly you can just lump them up together and nobody could tell the difference.

that was until your sweet and kind self showed up into his life, or rather barged into his life, is what he’d like to call it.

ever since you came into his life, he finally knew how to smile without being forced to. he knew how to wrap his arms around you and pepper kisses all over your face. you were the only exception and the only victim to his affection.

not that any of you minded anyway.

PARK SUNGHOON

he didn’t gain the title of “ice cold prince” for nothing. he didn’t bat an eye to the girls who gushed about him constantly, nor did he pay any mind to the teachers who complimented him on his performance in school. nobody could really find it in themselves to joke around with him, simply because he was too scary.

to them at least. with you, he was like a lovesick puppy, always following you around. he was used to compliments from others, never really seeking them out; however, when he was around you, he always asked you whether he did well or if he looked handsome.

“hey princess, do i look good today?” he’d ask while burying his face into the part where your neck meets your shoulder.

“what kind of question is that? you’re so silly,” you’d giggle and card your fingers through his hair.

“cmon.. just answer the question.”

“fine fine! you look absolutely adorable and handsome today, my hoonie.”

taglist ╱ @flwrstqr @wonsdoll @won4kiss @dioll @tzyunaes @suneng @jakesangel

[paxdracona]

I like to think this is right after they heard Ice was definitely in remission ♥ about a billion pounds of stress just dropped off of their shoulders, spring was starting up slowly and Ice was looking at the sun slanting in through the hospital window so wonderingly that Mav decided to whisk him outside to enjoy it up close. He can't help a few sneaky tears when his partner turns his face up to the rays, basking in it contently. God damn, they made it. He knows the remission is no guarantee that they'll never have to fight this battle again but for now, they're taking the win, God damnit. (and as a matter of fact I'm using artistic freedom to declare it never came back after this so there.)

Some lamenting over The Artist Experience and the initial sketch under the cut~

You know how it goes, you doodle a quick sketch and think 'hmm I like that, lemme clean it up quickly' only for it to be the most frustrating piece to get right?? That was this. Look at that sketch, stick figures at best but I liked their vibe and then Mav's face REFUSED to come out in any way that approached the energy of the sketch (there are 10 versions of his face. TEN) So this is me, saying GOOD ENOUGH before i get too frustrated to ever dig it out of my wip folder ever. Bone apple teeth and all that jazz.

[sweetperversiongirl]

Thank you Rayray @rayrayor for encouraging me to participate in the Drabble Challenge ♥ Thanks to Mandi @bawlbrayker for helping me edit this ♥

Here's my drabble on request number 15: “I’d kill for a coffee...literally.”

Morning crept inexorably into Ian and Mickey's bedroom, along with the sun's insidious rays. They should have gotten new blinds to replace the old ones Ian had taken from Lip and Tami's house in Milwaukee. In fact, Ian wasn't the least bit bothered by the fact that he had to wake up literally at the crack of dawn. He had long since gotten used to the strict regimen. The same could not be said for his husband, who had become particularly restless lately. Besides, Mickey had always hated the beginning of the work week.

Not that Ian thought there was any reason for Mickey's restlessness. But apparently Mickey himself thought otherwise.

The agitated tossing under the covers signaled to Ian that his husband was awake, and not in the best of spirits. It didn't come as a surprise to him either.

"Fucking shit!" Mickey jumped up from the bed so abruptly that the phone Ian was holding fell onto his chest.

Raising an eyebrow, Ian decided he wasn't going to release any comments just yet. Instead, he preferred to focus on enjoying the magnificent sight of his grumpy and completely naked husband. He couldn't hold back a disappointed sigh as Mickey quickly picked up the first boxers he could find from the floor and put them on, thus depriving Ian of an important part of his aesthetic pleasure.

Standing in front of the window, Mickey grabbed the blinds, crumpling them at the edges. He then jerked his arms violently, pulling the blinds off the window, allowing sunlight to fill their bedroom.

"Might as well not have this shit in here," Mickey yelled, throwing the now permanently broken blinds to the floor. Glancing over his shoulder, he threw Ian an angry look. "You should give this shit back…” he kicked the blinds with his foot,"to your fucking brother. I'll be fucking glad to know that asshole has as fucked up a morning start as we do."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with my morning," Ian couldn't resist commenting, for which he was immediately rewarded with two blue knives pointed right between his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I completely forgot that you are Mr. 'Nothing Can Take Away My Zen'. In that case, Master Shifu, could you stop thinking only about your own ass for a second and take care of your fucking neighbor? Isn't that what fucking kung fu teaches?"

"Actually, kung fu teaches you to be more tolerant of your neighbor first and foremost," Ian snapped back. "I'm sure I've been pretty good at it so far, Mickey."

With those words, he threw back the covers and slipped out of bed. His morning boner stared proudly at the ceiling as Ian stalked naked into the bathroom. He didn't like the fact that his husband had managed to get him off balance so quickly, but Mickey's lustful sigh behind Ian's back made up for that brief discomfort.

Ian's peace of mind was fully restored after Mickey caught up with him in the bathroom doorway. Ian received his rightful morning blowjob, which he immediately returned to Mickey with all the enthusiasm of which he was capable.

Brushing his teeth, Mickey mentioned in passing that Kit, their new West Side client, had turned out to be a sneaky bastard who'd tried his best to drive the price of shit down. Ian simply reminded Mickey that credit should be given to Kit, since it was Mickey who had arbitrarily jacked up the price of shit. The incident was over.

Until it turned out that there was no coffee in their apartment.

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As they approached Starbucks, they found a line a mile long, which in itself was not surprising for a Monday morning. The next coffee shop was much less crowded, much to Ian's sincere joy. All his hopes of getting the morning going again were dashed immediately after the waiter mixed up their order and brought them iced coffee.

"If I liked drinking this shit, I'd have stayed in fucking Mexico!" shouted Mickey desperately as Ian dragged him outside, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

Eventually, after all the morning's misadventures, they found themselves in a tiny, unremarkable coffee shop. By West Side standards, it was just a hole in the wall, mostly ignored by the civilized locals. Ian figured: why not? After all, he and Mickey were still ghetto dudes, right? His temporary excitement quickly faded when he and Mickey walked up to the counter and found there.... the laziest barista in fucking Chicago.

Ian read the man's name on the nametag.

"Good morning, uh... Squidward?" he greeted the barista with the most idiotic name he'd ever seen. After the guy didn't even bother to look up from his phone at him, Ian decided to order anyway. "Double Americano and an Americano with cream, please."

Again, no response. Throwing a glance at his husband, who was leaning his butt on one of the tables, Ian realized Mickey was approaching boiling point. He returned his attention to the barista, already seriously contemplating that a plate of stale oatmeal cookies would look good on this guy's head.

"Hey, Mr. Tentacles," Ian muttered through clenched teeth.

Meanwhile, Mickey had gotten his ass off the table and walked over to the counter, resting his palms on it. A sly smile played on Ian's lips as he reached across the counter and slapped Squidward hard on the shoulder. The man didn't even flinch at this unceremonious invasion of his personal space. Instead, he slowly raised his head and stared at Ian, blinking his sleepy fish eyes stupidly, as if he didn't know there was anyone here but him.

Ian arched an eyebrow and nodded at Mickey's tattooed fingers, which his husband defiantly spread, knuckles pressing against the counter.

"I suspect you can read. Can you see what it says here?"

This time it apparently reached Squidward what an unpleasant situation he had gotten himself into. He swallowed awkwardly, and then, like an idiot, began to read aloud the writing on Mickey's knuckles. This made Ian growl impatiently and Mickey snort smugly.

"Bite him, Hercules!"

"Jesus Christ," Ian rolled his eyes, ignoring his shithead husband's retort. "Are the people in this place even capable of reading between the lines?" The barista blinked dumbly again. "Look," Ian noisily let the air out of his lungs. He points at Mickey’s tattooed fingers and spells it out, "It says, 'I'd kill for a coffee.' And that's not a euphemism, Mr. Tentacles. We understand each other now, right?"

With a hasty nod, Squidward jumped up from his seat.

A few minutes later, Ian and Mickey were enjoying a fairly decent coffee, seated at a table in the deserted coffee shop. They'd even allowed themselves to get a little fucked in the bathroom because Mickey was so damn horny. Ian thought he guessed the reason for that.

"Bye, Sponge fucking Bob. See you later," Mickey called out cheerfully, waving goodbye to Squidward as they left the café.

Once outside, Ian put his arm around his husband's waist and pulled him to him for a brief but deep kiss.

"Do you think he'll be happy to see us here again?"

"I don't care if he'll be glad or not," Mickey snorted. He looked relaxed now, which Ian couldn't help but be pleased about. "We'll definitely come back here again. Dude's a dickhead, sure, but his coffee's pretty damn good."

A wolfish smile blossomed on Ian's lips.

"Are you sure it's not because I turn you on so much when I'm angry?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, Peter fucking Pan," Mickey rolled his eyes. "You know you look like a golden retriever most of the time, right?"

Twisting out of Ian's embrace, Mickey headed toward their parked car. Ian rushed after Mickey, resenting being demoted so abruptly.

"Hey, what happened to fucking Hercules?"

[sav1ored]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN. ☺

what's your phone wallpaper: my fiance & kids

last song you listened to: gangsta's paradise - coolio, l.v.

currenly reading: right now ? nothing atm. but looking to reread something I have in my bookshelf

last movie: ricky stanicky !

last tv show: twd ( currently on a rewatch of all seasons )

what are you wearing right now?: pink tank top that says fri-yay ! and matching pink shorts with white flowers.

how tall are you?: 5'4 ? lmao last I remember

piercings / tattoos?: just my ears pierced. no tattoos cause I spend my money on my kids xD oh, and im obsessed with shoes so yeh. but one day ! but I do want a nose piercing. so yeh know maybe in vegas hah !

glasses / contacts: none. i don't use either... or unless it's asking me to pick ? 🤔

last thing you ate?: pizza at peter pipers !

favourite colour: blacccccccck is my entire soul.

current obsession: ugh besides soldier boy from the boys ? LMAO. i am also obsessed with fatboy ice cream sandwiches

do you have a crush right now?: on my fiance ♥

favourite fictional character: maggie greene . negan smith . soldier boy . rosita espinosa . starlight . jax teller . jughead jones . betty cooper . archie andrews . tiffany valentine . charles lee ray . rick grimes & honestly a lot !

last place you travelled: odessa

TAGGED BY: boo boo bear @theirmadness TAGGING: @w1dowed . @twiicetheheart . @wiredcapability . @innerwar . @ner0tic . @florrentine & THE REST OF YEH

[brdpch]

{2} a game of cats, mice and hearts like ice

desktop: previous ✧ next mobile: previous ✧ next

synopsis: a very smart cat meets a very cunning mouse who claims his life as hers.

warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, sexual abuse, substance abuse, niragi, literally everything, you name it.

formatting: it's a glued-together dynamic roleplay between me and @bvrdel-mama, so the replies are separated by ♠♥♦♣, and the dialogues are written like — This. — yes, the symbols look horrible on mobile - we'll try to fix that in the future. or not. who knows.

statistics: 3,704 words 20,232 characters.

songs used: kesha - take it off; pop evil - boss's daughter.

author's note: part two, yay!

Shuntarō thought that it would be unwise to make his intentions known or he may be in Niragi's proverbial and literal crosshair in the future, so he only smirked once more and lifted his hands up in a mocking gesture of defiance.

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Before Hatter could even make a step, Niragi already stood up and walked over to the door, seeing that nobody had any objections - or, if they had, no one dared to speak up.

Good.

For now, the girl belonged to him, and he wanted everyone to know that if someone brings her into the conversation, it would be him. He found her, he claimed her as his own.

There was a slight pause without him, and it seemed like the tension in the room easied a little, but it didn't take long for the pierced man to walk over with his arm around the girl's waist.

And there she was.

Her frame was tiny compared to Niragi, and Chishiya took notice of the fact that even on her platform sandals he was still a bit taller than her - and that was unusual. Her waist was small, her legs pretty long, her thighs thick. She wasn't thin - she was skinny, but made sure her bikini showed off what's best in her - high waisted black shorts and rather a top than a bikini bra made her look appealing. No wonder why Niragi looked at her like he was hungry and kept her so close, his fingers playing on her skin, on the edge of her bikini bottoms for everyone to see.

Despite days being sunny in the middle of, well, summer, Unmei's skin was unusually pale, like even a single golden ray couldn't reach her. She looked around with a curious gaze of sapphire eyes, but when her head shifted towards Niragi, looking at him like he's the love of her life, playful smile on her full pink lips, the light played with the irises making them gray but so bright they looked almost white, like ice.

She had a silver septum hoop and some more piercings in her ears. When it came to jewelry, she also had a 90s tattoo choker with a silver cat's bell that rang with her every movement.

Well, that was definitely a match.

— Hello. — she spoke in fluent Japanese, without any accent that suggested her country of origin. Her voice was soft and sweet, and honey dripped from her lips, as she greeted the executives. — It's such an honor being here, thank you. — she bowed lightly, a cultural Japanese gesture. She knew where she is and what to do.

— So, babe, — it was Niragi who yet again cut Hatter off. — Whatcha think? Wanna join us and help with leading those headless sheep down there?

The pierced man nodded towards the window; behind the glass, two floors down, most of The Beach members were partying and chilling in the pool, drinks in their hands, drugs in their system, music in their ears.

It was almost like Mira looked in the mirror, and it was so easy to spot that Unmei had the same look of mixed innocence and cleverness. Oh, so maybe she wasn't that good of a wolf.

Unmei bit her lower lip.

— Well, yes, of course, and it's such an honor. — she assured, but frowned, turning her gaze back to Niragi, like she was too shy to speak to the rest of the group. Her figure shrank, hiding into her lover's protective posture. — …but I'm afraid of messing up. I'm really new to this, and I'm unsure if I'm a good fit, especially since I haven't been to many games…

— That could be easily fixed! — exclaimed Hatter, clapping his hands to turn all of the attention to him. — See, Unmei, we often supervise the games of soon-to-be executives. Niragi obviously likes you, so excuse me if I forbid him from being a supervisor, but are there any other volunteers?

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There was no point in voicing any objections as it seemed as the stance of everybody in the room was democratically chosen to be the same. Chishiya's gaze followed Niragi as he stood up and opened the door presenting his new treasure, his new partner in crime.

Shuntarō took her in as she entered the executive's meeting hall. And there was a lot to take in... unconventional beauty choices - piercings, the choker - it was all so vulgar and so culturally inappropriate. But... so was wearing eyeliner and bleaching your hair, he smirked. Right now though, she and Nigari seemed like a perfect match there standing next to each other. Her almost leaning into him, playful smile on her face, coy but alert eyes analyzing body language of each and every executive member gathered in the hall. It was so obviously an act it was painful for him to watch. The use of the traditional Japanese cultural bow from a foreigner's side was a nice touch, definitely working on some of the executives. Japanese people are known to be wary of foreigners and even if the world as they know went to shit, it was still deeply rooted into their subconsciousness.

Shuntarō smirked and laughed to himself quietly when she tried to make herself small in front of these people by diminishing her impressive achievement - a seven of diamonds. A wolf recognizes a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing - and oh, she was very good at playing both parts. Shuntarō was intrigued even more now, she could be a really really good addition to his plan.

Hatter's clap brought Chishiya back from the darkness of his cold, analytical mind and his eyes snapped to Unmei's face. He clenched his jaw at the question, there was a short pause before anyone spoke. Her achievement was impressive but she spoke herself - she didn't play many games and the more senior members and those who fell for her cute-sy, unsure persona might be taken aback by a possibility of taking a newbie under their wing.

Shuntarō slowly raised his left hand, tilting his head and looking into her gray, cold eyes. He then exclaimed in the most uninterested tone ever:

— My visa ends in 2 days anyways, might as well kill two birds with one stone.

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Ice cold gaze melted with each word Chishiya spoke, making Unmei lean even more into Niragi's embrace, much to the taller man's enjoyment.

— Really? I'm so, so, so glad! — she clasped her hands, a thankful expression on her face. — I've heard you have so much experience, I'll definitely be safe with you, right?

Her last question wasn't directed at Chishiya at all - she looked straight at Niragi, like she was looking for a confirmation... or maybe an order. Niragi hated Chishiya, so putting his little partner in crime into a game with him could end up badly. But here's the deal - it's such a thrill to try to check it by themselves.

Niragi, on the other hand, looked suspiciously pleased with Chishiya's offer.

Maybe she wasn't a wolf in sheep's clothing. Maybe she was an obedient, naïve lamb.

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Shuntarō put his hand down, his gaze ping-ponging between the Hatter, Niragi and Unmei. The woman was too... intense for his liking now, but if his suspicions are correct and they usually are, she can and will eventually calm down or reveal the colder side he sees.

The psychopath smiled at the possibility of Chishiya supervising the new girl. Why? - Shuntarō narrowed his eyes at him for a brief second. It seemed like for now she listened to his every word, and spoke directly to Niragi even though the question asked by her suggested being directed to Chishiya. Was he trying to learn what Chishiya's planning through her? It made him slightly nervous but in a thrilled way - a conflict on a horizon, one he could spin around and use to his advantage.

Chishiya leaned in his chair and smirked at Niragi, answering the questions asked through him.

— No one's ever really safe here, you should already know that, but I'll try to bring you back alive to the best of my ability.

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The perceptive eyes of the blonde man noticed some more details on the woman, for example - lots of faded, barely visible scars on her thighs, suggesting either knife play, or that she had a history of self-harm in one of the most noticeable places - like she was seeking attention. Anyway, what a girl with short pink hair would be longing for, if not being noticed? Even if the dye faded, she still dressed vulgarly, with smudged black eyeshadow and eyeliner and her lashes covered in a thick layer of mascara. No wonder why of all people, she piqued Niragi's interest.

Abusive men - so what, she had daddy issues? Probability was indeed very high.

She listened to Chishiya's every word - even if she looked at Niragi with her pupils shaped into hearts, metaphorically, it was obvious. When she turned back to Shuntarō, her sugar covered lips curved into a  flirtatious smile.

— Alright, if no one has any questions, the meeting's dismissed. — it was Hatter who finally broke the acts of shameless public displays of affection, and most of the executives decided to leave as soon as possible. It was uncomfortable to watch as Unmei clinged onto Niragi, and the way he let her do it - although it was something new, he never allowed it with his other toys.

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Shuntarō scanned her body closer, the cute façade hid pretty dark experiences beneath the surface - either an abusive past or a knack for masochism. Pink dyed hair - a symptom of attention deficit or perhaps of a not-giving-a-fuck-what-anyone-thinks kind of attitude. 

And when she smiled at him, there was something devious about the smile, Chishiya thought. He returned the gesture, although it was the kind of smile someone gives another person when they feel bad for them - a condescending one if you will.

Hatter closed the meeting and the hall began to empty, he was one of the last ones to leave, still analyzing Unmei and all of the possible advantages her presence in his plans could give him. When passing by the two love birds he nodded politely, closing his eyes when doing so.

— I'll find you later. — he said matter-of-factly to the girl - it sounded almost like a challenge or a threat. Like she was supposed to hide from the blond man.

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If Unmei noticed the thoughts behind Chishiya's smile, she didn't show it at all, instead tilting her head slightly, like she's a little bit stupid. If she was as smart as Shuntarō thought, why would she continue playing dumb, especially when Niragi couldn't see the face she was making towards the blonde?

when the dark of the night comes around that's the time

As he was leaving, Unmei waved him goodbye with her fingers in a coquette-like mannerism.

— I'm sure you will~ — she hummed, her attention focused back on Niragi.

that the animal comes alive lookin' for somethin' wild

For now, she wasn't hard to spot. Evenings at The Beach were pretty predictable, and so were Niragi's habits - and as he sat there, on the sunbed, Unmei's legs on his own (he held her thigh, massaging the inner part of it), the party continued as always.

and now we lookin' like pimps in my gold trans am

Foreigner looked a bit bored, maybe pouty, while Niragi kept chatting with various Beach members including the militants and the idealists. Her glass was never empty, but even after drinking alcohol she seemed unhappy with the turn of events. What came next was either done out of boredom, or for a show - who could know, but she must've had enough of current activities, getting up and pulling Niragi with her.

got a water bottle full of whiskey in my handbag, got my drunk text on

It was probably the first time Niragi let go of his assault rifle in a crowded space, and the first time he danced - it wasn't that he lacked skill, he just didn't let anyone close enough to do so. Each previous girl he had briefly played with was pretty much kept as far as possible, and he didn't care about their entertainment, so that was an unexpected activity, to see him holding Unmei as close as possible while dancing body to body, her back pressed against his chest, her butt rubbing against his crotch, his hands wandering around her exposed skin. It wasn't just the militant saying she belongs to me, no, now she also claimed her position as his precious little treasure, making sure everybody saw it.

i'll regret it in the mornin', but tonight, i don't give a-

So either she needed protection and decided the pierced man was good enough, or she really fell into his trap.

there's a place downtown where the freaks all come around

She had glitter on her cheeks and black lipstick about to be smudged by niragi's lips eventually; her eyes were closed as she rocked her body to the rhythm, killing time before her first game as an official Beach member - and also the first one to decide if she's fit as executive or not.

it's a hole in the wall, it's a dirty free for all

Soon there will be cars and people assigned to drive players with expiring visas around tokyo to destined game arenas, and she just couldn't help but smile at the thought of having to cooperate with Chishiya. But right now, she had Niragi's lips on her neck, and fingers tangled in his hair.

and they turn me on

And yet she was waiting for Shuntarō's appearance, perfectly aware of her surroundings - of the number of people around them, of the number of people staring, of the number of people swimming; the drunk ones, the high ones, the fucked up ones and the fucked ones.

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Chishiya chuckled to himself at the display of innocent stupidity mixed with flirtatiousness, put his chin upwards a bit and smirked before turning his gaze to Niragi and giving him a quick glance up and down. He then turned around and ignoring Unmei's attempt at having the last word in this brief conversation exited the hall.

It was too early to say if this Unmei character fit the description of the type of person needed to steal the cards from Hatter. The jury is still out on the verdict if she could be easily manipulated and led where Chishiya wanted her. What would she want?

For now it seemed that all she wanted was to party, get drunk and high as Shuntarō observed her from one of the rooftops dancing by the pool with Niragi. She made him do something impossible - part ways with his assault rifle, however briefly. They danced pressed up against each other, and she sure knew not only how to dress vulgarly, but to act like it too. Niragi's hands sliding across her body incoherently as the alcohol in his system began to work. What could they want from each other? Protection? Maybe it's the situation where one of the predators makes themselves seem small in order to gather protection from a bigger, badder wolf. Sex? Probably. Fun? The psychopath was unpredictable, maybe it gave her the thrill, evoked emotions she rarely felt?

A voice broke his quiet contemplation time. It was Kuina, in her skimpy bikini and a cigarette hanging from her mouth.

— So, you found someone? — she questioned passing Chishiya a bottle of beer.

He took it, opened it on a nearby half-wall and took a sip, looking directly at Unmei, narrowing his eyes. She was grinding on Niragi's crotch. So unnecessarily vulgar, he thought.

— Maybe, too early to tell. - he answered. - I'm supervising her in the next game. I'll know by then. — he said, taking another longer sip of his beer.

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She was a stripper, after all. She knew how to dance, how to balance her body against someone else, how to look pretty and feel free while doing so. How many lap dances has she done? Hundreds? Thousands? For how long the pole was her only companion on stage, where curious gazes scanned every inch of her skin?

that girl, she's a loaded gun, gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one

She knew, most importantly - how to entertain the masses, get attention and charm others without even speaking a word. It worked - everybody will be able to recognise her from now on, noticing where she is and where she's not, and if she ever disappeared out of sight, it was easy to tell who is being looked for. and not only because she was from a different country, but also because she embossed herself in their memory.

she knows when she's dressed to kill, she'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill

Unmei being pretty was a question everybody had to answer themselves, but what she did was cool and she did fit in with the crowd, and that was enough to gain sympathy and somewhat a sense of safety. Acceptance, was the word. She blended in so she could be accepted and perceived as an ally. Clever, perhaps, if those were her true intentions.

she walks like she's walkin' on water, she moves like the boss's daughter

Niragi was sliding his hands through her belly down her shorts, probably just a tease, a threat to those who'd tried to do the same. And then the music stopped, the speakers invited The Beach members to the lobby. Unmei didn't care - her eyes closed for a few more moments, as she sang the rest of the song, still holding Niragi. He was about to part their bodies, but she held him. And he obeyed.

— She rides like a '67 chevy, in her drop top red and white and blue; ohh, what she does to me - with her long dark hair and her sexy thighs, baby, let me come inside~

— We gotta move, babygirl. — Niragi insisted, before she could continue, and she smiled at him so innocently, letting him guide her to the main hall where the real party started.

Hatter was known for his motivational speeches, but Unmei clung to Niragi's arm as the chaos after them emerged - people pushing others to get to the parking lot, correct cars, holding pieces of paper for random teams they had been assigned. It was Chishiya who was supposed to look for Unmei, so she took her sweet time waiting next to a pillar in the corner of the space, letting the militant press her to the cold wall and whisper sweet nothings onto her ear.

♠♥♦♣

Kuina went to sit down next to Chishiya on the half-wall. The blond man raised his pointer finger of the hand he was holding his beer in, highlighting the pair of love birds on the dancefloor for his companion. They were tangled in each other's bodies, definitely the center of attention, displaying themselves for everyone to see.

— There, the woman with blonde hair. — Chishiya said, leaning into Kuina's space.

Kuina narrowed her eyes and observed Niragi and Unmei for a brief moment.

— Girl, Niragi? There are choices we make, but this... this is a choice. — she chuckled looking at Chishiya, as if for confirmation.

Shuntarō shrugged and looked at Kuina.

— It's a smart choice. He's well situated within Hatter's inner circle, everyone is afraid of him, and he never parts ways with his gun. — he answered, not confirming Kuina's way of thinking. — Although he is revolting, it's a smart choice to wrap someone like that around your finger, and I'm sure he sees some uses in her as well. — he added.

After Chishiya uttered those words the speakers' blasting music transformed into Hatter's personal voice amplifiers. He sure did like to make a loud entrance, and just like the girl dancing seductively against the crotch of a psychopath with an assault rifle - he liked attention. Everyone was called into the main hall and Chishya knew it was his cue. He nodded at Kuina and patted her back and soon he was walking down the stairs and walking towards the pair pressed against each other next to a pillar.

They seemed to be briefly occupied with themselves not noticing him when he walked up so he stood there for a solid minute, before clearing his throat.

— You ready to go or do you need a couple more minutes of privacy? — he asked. — Although I doubt we've got time for that. — he added, tilting his head.

♠♥♦♣

Unmei might've noticed Chishiya, he could swear she glanced in his direction for a brief second, but either ignored him, or really didn't see him. Patting softly on Niragi's back, the stripper made her partner pull back, although reluctantly, and then smiled apologetically at her supervisor.

— Sorry! — she chirped, giggling softly. — Got really caught up in the moment. It's been a while since I could connect to someone on such... personal level.

When she spoke, there was something ominous in her gaze, like she was not only posing a threat, but also foreshadowing an unlucky future ahead. But that was it. On the other hand, Niragi looked at Chishiya like he was about to murder him, not even with his rifle, but with his bare hands. He clenched his teeth, but in the end relaxed when Unmei pressed a soft kiss on his lips. She had to stand on her tiptoes just to reach, pulling on militant's shirt for balance.

The black piece of clothing was soon found on the girl's arms, the white outline of giraffe pattern matching perfectly with her carefully chosen outfit.

— Here, Babe. A good luck charm.

taglist: @dodobirdxxx @proseinborderland

[mothgoddesss]

SKYTOBER 2022 ILLUSTRATION SERIES.

WEEK 3 (OCTOBER 16TH - 22ND). WEEK 1 | WEEK 2 | x | WEEK 4

Week 3, I nearly lost my steam, until I realized that I was snapping back to the sketch-ink-color with markers approach again, so I began varying up my mediums to help keep things interesting for myself and for my viewers. Special shout-out to my good friend Yi (@/uoojismh) for helping me with Roneku's pose on Day 20! Which btw, Roneku is made by @monarch-moon.

Art captions below the cut!

16 TURTLE: Moro has a moment with Emotional Support Turtle upon clearing Eden. He loves it ever so dearly ... buddies until the end!

17 SUNSET: Water is a natural source to channel divine karmic energy. To hone her divine powers, Telfoso dances within the brilliant rays of the amber sunset.

18 KRILL: Baybei greatly admires PARTY and looks up to her. Finally, the two more sentient Krills get to spend some time together!

19 MUSIC: Ever since Sir Elder had returned to the Sky Kingdom from the crazy events, he brought with him strange melodies and songs that no one has ever heard of before. Where did they get this from? Sir Performance is perplexed by the lyrics, yet Sir Elder can sing so well anyway that The Gloating Narcissist grows envious of how they're hitting those notes-!

20 ACTIVITIES WITH GRANDMA: Poor Grandma has to witness the trollery shenanigans of Roneku towards his little brother, Moro. He always seems to be a player 4 in life!

21 FIREWORKS: Birthday fireworks for your special someone. Featuring my Sky friends @/mystik.rune and @/bellasky_s2 who love each other very dearly. ♥

22 ICE RINK: Kidde feels the nice chilling coolness of the ice beneath her feet as she skates with much joy. Today is a beautiful day to skate!

[hauntingmesostunningly]

get to know hauntingmesostunningly ★

BASICS:

♥︎ call me S, she/her, XVI

♥︎ jewish

♥︎ GAD, GDD, UMD, ARFID, autism & more

♥︎ spoonie (POTS, endometriosis, ME/CFS)

♥︎ mobility aid user

♥︎ swiftie

♥︎ lesbian and asexual

YES:

taylor swift, gracie abrams, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, phoebe bridgers, porsche cars, formula one racing, legos, books, Cd's, writing, drawing, fanfic, mauraders, harry potter, the hunger games, twilight, fourth wing, hockey romance books, country music, handwritten notes of appreciation, jellycats, the beach, sharks, whale sharks, mobula rays, marine biology, veterinary medicine, cats, service dogs, pink cowboy hats, vacations in mexico, kittens, bully breed dogs, forearm crutches, compression socks with designs, lesbians, tanning, msunny days, vinyards, camping, forests, birkenstocks, greys anatomy, marvel, pumpkin spice, fall, christmas, tarot, orcas, wiener dogs, alix page, fairy lights, iced chai, academic validation, converse, rain at night, foggy mornings, dragons.

NO:

volleyball, sweating, mean teenage girls, ice spice, polyester bed sheets, atmospheric rivers, the red queen saga, tight fitting hoodies, vans shoes, greek mythology, homework, tests, medical gaslighting, school presentations, white chocolate, judging people's mobility aids, DC, hot topic clothes, sun burns, oily sunscreen, bangs sticking to your forehead, long nails, wet socks, anime, pe class, kanye west, rap music, hating on swifties who watch KCC football, taylor swift hate, girls picking on eachother, polyester shirts, yelling children, abelism, soccer, misogyny, steak, dehydration.

DNI:

over 20 y/o, under 13 y/o, abelist, antisemitic, pro-palestine, anti-zionist, (just don't talk to me about the war, ok), mysogonists, T.S. haters, racist, queerphobic, ect.

asks are ok, but DM's are not unless we are mutuals.

(just be nice and not creepy)

[mochiixia]

About Me

𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

♡︎ = love or likes

♥︎ = do not love or dislikes

ⵌ Info:

♡︎ delila (nicknames: dee, lila, or mochi)

♡︎ she/they

︎♡︎ 15+ only (allowing 18+)

♡︎ demigirl + bisexual. biracial (aa, white, 🇪🇸)

♡︎ born on 06/14 & gemini

♡︎ lives in usa, does speak english/french/spanish either one

♡︎ is autistic person who’s funny, shy, and cute sometimes

♡︎ kpop lover, anime lover, music lover, multifandom

♡︎ is an editor, cosplayer, shifter, and does traditional & digital art

ⵌ Blog:

♡︎ a biracial reader in this blog and fanfic page

♡︎ sfw/nfsw

♡︎ i made cute layouts inspired by y2k, kawaii, anime, and other aesthetic

♡︎ main fandoms are tekken, genshin impact, & soulcalibur but is a fan of any fandom that i like and post when i feel like it (will be opening request asap)

ⵌ Loves:

♡︎ music, spotify, apple music

♡︎ youtube, pinterest, notion, tiktok, discord

♡︎ food, cats, dogs, coffee, rain & cold weathers

♡ anime, kpop, video games, mobile games

♡︎ blackpink, loona, bts, twice, newjeans, stray kids, txt, and other kpop stans

ⵌ Does Not Love:

♥︎ struggling things like mental health, hardworking

♥︎ school, bugs, hot weathers, chaotic days

♥︎ panic attacks, crying a lot, getting picked on a lot

♥︎ anti-kpop stans, anti-anime fans, people who shaming a person’s insecurities

♥︎ people who are using mental health as a jokes/trendy, people who makes jokes to lgbtq+ community

ⵌ Things I Love:

♡︎ tunes i love: blackpink, bts, twice, loona, gidle, stray kids, newjeans, le sserrafim, itzy, txt, pink fantasy, nct, aespa, seventeen, dreamcatcher, ive, nmixx, kep1er, morning musume, akb48, asca, lisa, sora amamiya, angerme, juice=juice, tsubaki factory, =love, riho sayashi, airi suzuki, yoasobi, ariana grande, taylor swift, little mix, dove cameron, the weekend, ice spice, nicki minaj, marina and the diamonds, beyoncé, lana del ray, miley cryrus, becky g, mina okabe, olivia rodrigo, cardi b, etc

♡︎ fandoms i love: tekken series, genshin impact, cookie run ovenbreak, cookie run kingdom, soulcalibur series, street fighter, kakegurui, demon slayer, aot, naruto, dc comics, marvel, injustice 1&2, total drama, mha/bnha, disney, final fantasy, stranger things, xenoblade chronicles, legends of zelda, resident evil, super mario, mortal kombat, etc

[movedtoferinehuntress]

⌜ ♥ @decidentia ⌟ ―― Caitlyn & Vi ► 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 = ❝ ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . – from Vi! ❞

Dainty flakes fluttered down over the world outside, painting it in white waves. Trees outside of her window had white blankets clinging to their branches, while the ground became smooth like ice. Despite the crisp cold that lingered outside; inside warmth spread around the room from the hearth provided in the lounge room. Tucked into the privacy of the corner, the sun rays splayed through the window creating a kaleidoscope of colors from the stained glass. Caitlyn pulled her legs up as she sat on the bed in the alcove and reached up toward one of the books. Her fingers brushed along the spines, til she found one she wanted and pulled it out.

"Where was I last," Caitlyn hummed to herself, as she flipped through the pages til she found the page with a small bookmark in it. Eyes scanned over the page, diving into the story she often sought escape through. Pages filled with stories that allowed her to live vicariously through them. Adventures and dreams, hopes and love. Though she didn't need that now; still she loved to read.

The shift of the daybed caused Caitlyn to lift her book and turned to look at her red-head brawler. She stretched out like a cat, belly exposed and her head brushed against her thighs for comfort. Lowering the book down to the side, Caitlyn stared down at her sweet lover who looked content to lay her head in her lap. Fingers brushed through her pink hair that no longer held her book and her other hand brushed over her shoulder. "Good Afternoon," Caitlyn smiled, her pointer finger brushing down Vi's cheek, and returned to playing with her hair. "Is this your first winter?" With how warm the fissures were Caitlyn wondered if they even had winters down there. Did the snow turn to rain?

[tum-tigger]

Tagged by @where-them-kinomiya-at in the "9 people you would like to get to know better" tag game. Thanks for tagging me! 🥰

1. Top 3 ships: Since I've got Beyblade on the mind recently, gonna go with MaxMar, RaySal, and TyHil. Honorable mentions from other fandoms would include Lancitty, Smellershot, Thinkfast, etc. 2. First ship: I honestly think it was Ray and Salima. They're the first two I remember wanting desperately to be together. It's partly because the first episode of Beyblade I saw was "The Bigger the Cyber Driger... The Harder it Falls". Loved them ever since. 3. Last song: Paris by Taylor Swift. I'm grateful every day that Taylor loves a good bridge. 4. Last movie: Me Before You - this was on my list to watch for forever and I finally did. I cried. 5. Currently reading: I started "The Summer Skies" by Jenny Colgan in September when it still felt like summer. Then the fall chill crept in and I got stuck in limbo wanting to reread Harry Potter or a good murder mystery. I haven't done either. 😖 6. Currently watching: Rewatching "Marvel's Agents of Shield". I don't think I ever saw the later seasons, so excited for that, even though I have a feeling the plot will get more and more convoluted. 7. Currently consuming: Nothing, actually. 8. Currently craving: A drive in the mountains with crisp, fall air, sunshine, and all the technicolor foliage a person can dream up. Pumpkin patch stop and iced coffee optional. 🍁

Gonna tag: @redwheeler, @too-raph, @ashxketchum, @ceruleanmusings, and @some-user56 but don't feel like you have to! ♥

[milosstag]

INTRO REMAKE!!^—^

Okay haiii!! My name’s Milo/Logan, any is fine with me, but most people call me Milo!!

I’m an artist, guitarist, and kinda of a writer..

Im also Trans (He/they) and Bi !:3

I saw mcr live!! And gonna see INK live soon!!

I’m obsessed with Music (mainly emo/metal/rock, but any genre is okay) and horror/thriller movies!!^—^

Things/People i LOVEE!!♥︎

•My Chemical Romance, The Used, Ice Nine Kills, Pierce the Veil, L.S Dunes, Flyleaf,ATEEZ, HAWK,Paramore, Evanescence, Waterparks,FOB,Misfits, The Smiths, The Cure, Gerard Way, Frank Iero (any of his music/side bands), Ray Toro, etc i can go on and on..

•I LOVE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE. I WILL RAMBLE ABOUT THE ANY DAY OF THE WEEK!! SAME WITH ICE NINE KILLS!!

•Comic Books. LOVE THEM!! I love Watchmen,TUA,Hellboy, many more..

• Squids, Scorpions, Bats, Ferrets, Cats, and Dogs ^—^

• Coffee, tea, water, and orange juice…

• Vampires (yes i love twilight saga aswell its silly)

•Criminal Minds, Hannibal, DC, and MCU

(ESPECIALLY HANNIBAL IM LITERALLY WILL GRAHAM IRL!!)

•The history about Joan of Arc, ive been obsessed with her since i was in elementary <3

•Horror/Gore/Thriller movies like Hostel, Terrifier, and The Evil Dead!!

Things i DISLIKE!!:

• The Basic DNI criteria

•Waycest,Wincest, ANY INCEST SHIPS GET OUT!!

•MSI/Brendon Urie/BOTDF supporters

• SHtwt, EDtwt ik it’s tumblr but anything related to SH or ED is something I can’t handle personally.

•Wasp/Bees i hate the noise they make and anything that looks like them im scared

•Needles, they look cool from afar but im terrified of em…

•Neopronoun haters

• Any Naz*s. That’s especially for some of the early 2000’s emo/scene people who think its funny to make jokes like that. Not rad at all

Okok that’s rlly it :3

Jdjdjsj socialz are:

Insta: Milosstag

Tiktok: milosstag

Twitter: Dead_st1tches_

Okay baiii :3

[vilencearch]

redone tags cuz tbh hate how my old ones look !

+ some r/s tags for ray & cate . ♥

BASICS:

Ⅵ  »  ❝ if i wanted your opinion ; i'd beat it outta you . / ic

Ⅵ  »  ❝ they'll never know what him 'em . / ism

Ⅵ   »   ❝ vi ? stands for vicious . / vis

Ⅵ   »   ❝ this is vi radio ; check out my smash hits . / redux

VERSES:

Ⅵ   »   ❝ i'm my own back up . / v ; honkai

Ⅵ   »   ❝ i let my fists do the talking . / v ; genshin

Ⅵ   »   ❝ plan ? i don't need a plan . / v ; star rail

Ⅵ   »  ❝ i've got 5 reasons to shut you up . / v ; league

Ⅵ   »   ❝ welcome to the party ! try the punch . / v ; arcane

BONDS:

Ⅵ   »   ❝ we will always be sisters . / jinx ‣ jinxe

Ⅵ   »   ❝ you're sweet like a cupcake . / caitlyn ‣ cupcait ♥

[fatings]

@umbane   contacted   the   Wildcard.   (   odyssey   starter!   )

      𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   he   anticipated   today   was   this,   actually.   he'd   stared   at   the   incoming   communication   for   a   solid   few   seconds   before   he   gathered   his   thoughts   to   answer   it,   agreeing   with   smooth   tone   to   permit   boarding.   the   Wildcard   was   docked,   the   rest   of   the   crew   busying   themselves   with   the   market   they'd   come   to.   of   course   when   he   was   alone   he   would   get   into   this   kind   of   shit.

            he   really   needs   a   drink.   he   hopes   he   lives   long   enough   to   get   it.

      ❝   Well,   I'll   be.   ❞   he'd   gone   to   greet   his   'visitor',   friendly   disposition   primed   and   ready   to   go   despite   how   uneasy   he   felt.   Twisted   Fate   wasn't   an   idiot   ;   anyone   who   had   an   OUNCE   of   brains   knew   who   Ordinal   Kayn   was.   The   real   smart   ones   knew   not   to   mess   with   the   guy.   He   tries   to   think   back,   and   as   far   as   he   knows   he   hasn't   particularly   intervened   with   this   man's   affairs.   He   thinks   very,   VERY   briefly   about   Yasuo   before   the   thought   is   swiftly   kicked   out   of   mind.

         ❝   An   honor   indeed   t'   welcome   you   aboard   th'   Wildcard,   sir.   ❞   he   opts   to   both   tip   his   hat   &&   bow,   before   stepping   back   some   to   better   welcome   him.   Please   don't   kill   me.   ❝   Now,   to   what   do   I   owe   the   honor   an'   pleasure?   ❞

[chuuyrr]

chu what do you think of a scenario where baby fushiguiro meets the ghost of oda who has not yet passed to the other side because he wants to tell dazai how proud he is of him, so baby fushiguiro comes up with the idea of ​​using his chaos magic to do that dazai can see and hear oda so that they have their reunion and their final farewell (if you like the stage you can make a request, I hope you have a nice day ♥♥♥)

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets oda sakunosuke

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for bungou stray dogs, themes of angst and fluff, mentions of scarlet witch's powers

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader, dazai osamu x oda sakunosuke (not romantically)

hello dear! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient. oh, to have had something like this for dazai and oda :( it's a good thing i have the power to make requests into a reality like the scarlet witch :) enjoy reading ♡

(p.s. i wasn't really planning to update today or tonight?? idk it's like 1am as of the moment. whatever was in that hazelnut caramel mocha iced coffee earlier, it gave me to motivation to finish this draft ><)

it was unexpected when you first met oda sakunosuke. when you arrived at dazai's location in ginza, you found him there by himself in a bar. it was smaller than the bar where you first met chuuya. it had an interior resembling a quiet, unassuming badger's nest, filled with a counter, stools, empty bottles stacked against the wall, and a bartender with a crimson vest.

"dazai-nii!"

you can still remember running up to him and being a little taken aback by how weirdly quiet and solemn he was in comparison to how you usually see him. dazai was perched on one of the stools, appearing to be lost in thought, when he heard your voice and turned to face you. at that moment, his expression changed and whatever thoughts you had overheard vanished.

"[name]-chan?"

dazai was initially astonished, too, but he was delighted to see you as always. why would he not? you were a ray of sunshine. he grinned softly and reached out to stroke your hair as you clung to his leg, saying, "god, we really need to stop running into each other in bars, little belladonna."

"this isn't a really good place. remember? a bar isn't really a place for children like yo—dazai said, but before he could finish, you sprinted past him and over to his side.

"iced tea!" you cried out enthusiastically, standing on the tip of your toes to reach for the glass with burgundy liquid when a ghostly hand took hold of it, prompting you to halt.

"NO! NO! NO!"

as he swiftly snatched you back into his arms and held you tenderly but firmly in his hug, dazai let out a loud, almost panicked gasp. "your chuuya-nii is going to get mad at me if you drink it! that's not iced tea [name]-chan! it's alcohol!"

you then turned to face the tall man who was now occupying the ostensibly vacant stool next to dazai. he had dark-brown eyes and reddish-colored hair. your eyes widened as you noticed that, in terms of the energy you could feel and the faint glow that can be seen surrounding him, he sort of resembles the ghost with a man-bun that you'd see around gojo and your house, which could only mean one thing.

this man, whoever he was, was a ghost.

dazai, however, had already started taking you away from the bar before you had a chance to react. "come on, [name]-chan! let's go to the agency instead, yeah? i'll buy you some apple juice on the way too."

as the two of you made your way upstairs, you blinked profusely as you peered over dazai's shoulder and waved your hand goodbye. dazai softly laughed at you. "[name]-chan, are you saying goodbye to mister bartender?"

if only dazai knew that you were actually saying farewell to the tall man sitting next to the dazai that day instead of the bartender behind the bar table.

apart from cursed spirits, seeing the dead had always been a part of your life; you were so sensitive to energies and such that ghosts were also not an exception to your powers and abilities as a witch. fortunately, when you came upon one, you weren't as alarmed. in fact, you enjoyed chatting to them for some reason, or at least tried to, but every time you did, gojo or whoever else you were with would become frightened because there was essentially no one else around.

you're constantly drawn to ghosts out of curiosity, so being terrified of one was basically the last thing on your list. thus, after learning more about the tall man you kept seeing around your dazai-nii, you decided to follow him.

"[name]-chan! guess what atsushi-kun and i got you? it's your favorite ice crea—[name]?" along with atsushi, dazai specifically left you at the agency to buy some sweets. when he returned, he was shocked to see the other detectives panicked, including the tanizaki siblings and kirako, and god why did ranpo had to be away along with the president?

"[name]-chan's missing!" in a panic, junichiro cried while grabbing the sides of his head.

"what?!" atsushi and dazai screamed in unison.

"we already checked the café downstairs, she wasn't there either." kirako nibbled on her bottom lip nervously as she held a worrisome look along with naomi.

"tch, this is bad. [name] probably teleported to who knows where. this isn't her world. what if she runs into the mafia? or worse?!" kunikida stressed out.

you managed to reach the man from the bar where you almost drank the glass of alcohol on the bar table while the armed detective agency frantically searched for you, dropping their reports and other duties. you were in a spot with rows of gravestones close to the water when you saw one in particular: a gravestone nestled beneath a tree.

someone was there. he was there.

you sprinted up the stairs and dashed.

"it's you." his voice was husky and somewhat reminiscent of sukuna's, but he seemed to be a lot softer; calm and collected, as opposed to sukuna. (if you get it, you get it ♡)

he had one leg raised to support his arm, which was resting on top of his knee, and was seated on the ground with his back against the gravestone. you approached him and softly grinned. "hello."

"how did you find me?" he gave you a surprised look as he stared at you.

"i.. i'm not sure." you admitted, fiddling the ends of your shirt. "i just.. had a feeling i'd find you here mister ghost." you exclaimed.

"is this your ability, kid? you can see ghosts, huh?" despite the solemn expression on his face, a chuckle sprung from his throat as his eyes turned to look at you with fondness.

"it's one of the things i can do with my wiggly-woos magic. i can see curses too, but this world doesn't have curses." you said in addition, now taking a sit next to him on the floor.

"this world? you must have really come from another universe then." he commented, shrugging his shoulders. "i had a feeling you're not really related to dazai. you don't look like him, even if you call him your brother."

"i just like calling him my dazai-nii." you giggled in response, "my name's actually fushiguro [name]."

"fushiguro [name]." oda repeated, which you nodded your head at in response.

"what about you, mister? how do you know dazai-nii?" you asked with big, curious, round eyes looking up at him. "what's your name?"

"my name's oda, oda sakunosuke, but your dazai-nii calls me odasaku for short. " he answered in response, blinking, "i used to drink with dazai and a friend at the bar where you saw me."

"odasaku sounds cute." you giggled once again, very fond of the nickname before asking him another question. "was dazai-nii your friend?"

oda's lips glistened with a smile at your question. "he was. we were good friends," he said, but the expression on his face made you frown. despite being a child, you were quite perceptive. oda was clearly thinking about something, and you couldn't help but quietly gasp as you peered inside his head.

it was a memory. to be precise, oda's last. when you first saw dazai, he was wearing a black coat and had bandages covering his right eye as well as his neck and arms. the way he was dressed reminded you of chuuya. however, he appeared to be much younger, roughly the same age as megumi and yuuji.

"dazai-nii used to be at the mafia?"

upon seeing the reveal, your eyes widened as you took in the scene that was taking place inside of oda's thoughts. oda was already on the brink of death when dazai arrived, and it was too late.

"listen. you told me if you put yourself in a world of violence and bloodshed, you might be able to reason to live. you won't find it. you should know that. whether you're on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your expectations will happen. nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. you will wander in the darkness for eternity."

oda was encouraging dazai to leave the mafia and do good rather than cause harm in his final minutes before he passed away.

"be on the side that saves people. if both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person. save the weak, protect the orphaned. you might not see a great difference between right and wrong, but... saving others is something just a bit wonderful."

using your chaos magic, you were able to perceive the prior scene as if you had been there at that very moment, heightening the emotional impact for you. your heart clenched at the eerie calm and the amount of red and visible dust from the enormous ray of light filling the space.

you bit your bottom lip, trying not to cry as you stopped reading into his thoughts because you didn't want to watch the light leave his eyes. it was too painful for you to see.

oda let out a long sigh, a frown deepening on his face as he hung his head, "i hope he knows how proud i am of him. that boy has come a long way, you know. he's a person who has grown tired of the world, but he tries.."

"stop that." oda looked at you with a baffled and concerned expression as you sniffled and shook your head at him, wiping away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. "don't say those words to me."

"s-sorry, kid. i didn't mean to make you cry—oda started, feeling bad about watching you cry, but you interrupted him right away. you shook your head, replacing the look of grief and sympathy on your face with one of determination and a bright smile as you faced him.

"i want you to say that to him yourself!"

right on cue, dazai was now running to where you were at a breakneck speed after finally figuring out where you went. before you could react further, the brunet stooped down to your level and quickly snatched you up in his arms. dazai tightly hugged you while burying his face in your hair, clearly terrified of losing you like that and heaving a sigh of relief.

"[name]-chan! there you are! thank goodness you're okay. you had us worried sick." dazai breathed out in between his gasps of air from running, managing a laugh, as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck in return.

he then gently cupped your face in his larger hand as he drew you away from him. you saw dazai's eyes drift to the gravestone where oda had been reclining before and ask, "what are you doing here? how did you even get here? this place is not a playground; this is a cemetery, [name]."

"i can see ghosts." you exclaimed, causing dazai's eyes to widen. "and odasaku wants to tell you something."

"odasaku?"

as he said the name of his old acquaintance, dazai's eyes grew even wider. "he's here?" in addition to the grief that goes along with it, you could also sense the longing and desperation in his tone.

you turned around to look at oda, who shared dazai's expression of surprise. after that, you hung your head, took a deep breath, and then locked and interlocked your fingers while closing your eyes. the environment around you, including them, had been entirely enveloped by your chaos magic.

dazai was rendered completely speechless as soon as the dazzling red light of your power vanished. oda sakunosuke was standing next to you at this very instant. dazai was finally catching a glimpse of the ghost you had been describing and hearing about. so this is what you meant when you said that you could see ghosts because of your chaos magic.

oda's dark-brown eyes glancing at you briefly, evidently confused and astounded. "he can... see me?"

"and hear you too, but only in this space i made with my wiggly-woos." you explained before giving oda a closed-eye smile. "i mean it when i told you to tell him what you told me yourself."

oda nodded at you, peering at you with a smile before turning his head towards him.

he began, "dazai."

"odasaku." dazai's lips trembled as he appeared to be at a loss for words.

but since everything happened so suddenly, neither of you could blame him. even with his keen intellect, dazai failed to predict this one. he only deduced that you had fled to the cemetery. he didn't quite anticipate you to pull off this stunt with your chaos magic, as well as for you to know or find out about oda.

"it's been a while, huh?" oda shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. "i'm as surprised as you are. i didn't think this would be possible either."

"[name]-chan's full of surprises, isn't she?" when dazai reached out to gently ruffle your hair and you smiled happily at him, he stifled a fit of laughter. "speaking of which, she said that you wanted to tell me something earlier. what is it?"

"i'm proud of you, dazai."

oda wasted no time in saying, "you've changed and you've certainly come so far. i'm more than glad to see you grow into a fine young man and carve yourself a brighter path, something i've always wanted to achieve."

"odasaku.. thank you.." those words along with oda's voice were things dazai needed right now. "you were right about everything. saving others is truly something just a bit wonderful."

"you're doing a great job, and i know you'll do even more better." oda said reassurance, smiling. "i just know it, after all, i'm your friend, and i will always be, dazai. i'm glad to be able to talk with you like this before i go."

together with the mini-hex you encased you and them within, your chaos magic was losing its hold on oda. you raised your head to face him. time was running out. oda's wish to talk with dazai has been granted, thus he can depart this world now without anything holding him back.

"odasaku-san.." you tried to grab his wrist, a frown deepening on your face. sure, you've only recently started getting to know him, but..

you couldn't help but feel tears prick and glaze your red-glowing eyes once more as you felt his ghost of a hand pat your head, it was cold, but comforting. "[name], thank you for making my wish come true. if it weren't for you, i wouldn't be able to tell dazai himself. you're a blessing, kid, but could you, at the very least, do me another favor?

"what's that?" your tears trickled into sniffles.

"watch over your dazai-nii for me." oda proceeded to ruffle your hair. "okay?"

you nodded your head, "yes! i'll do my best, odasaku-san. i promise i will!"

"i'm supposed to be the one watching over [name]-chan, you know." dazai shook his head, chuckling softly.

"right, right." oda shook his shoulders and grinned at dazai as he sauntered forward to embrace him with his ghostly arms. "it's time for me to go, now. don't come following me sooner, okay? you still have a lot to live for, dazai."

"i won't." dazai nodded his head, basking in the comforting cold embrace of his friend.

the mini hex you had up begun to fall down right then. you saw as oda's ghostly form gradually changed into tiny red glow specks that resembled stardust created by your chaos magic. after so many years, oda finally passed, leaving you and dazai behind, with the coolness of his ghostly touch still clinging to you both and eventually, the sanguine red that had been engulfing the grave beneath the tree entirely disappeared.

after that, you found yourself collapsing, knees first, causing dazai to rush to your aid before your face impacted the ground. he picked you up, held you in his arms, and asked, "[name]-chan! are you okay? hey, what's wrong?" while gently shaking you.

"sorry, dazai-nii. i feel a bit tired." you admitted, taking in a deep breath as you felt your now heavy eyes begin to droop. "i haven't really done that before, but i really wanted you to see and hear oda-san."

dazai held you in his arms as he stood up on his feet and said, "no, i'm sorry. i should be the one apologizing. it's okay now. it's going to be okay. we're going back to the agency." he pressed you up against his chest.

you pulled away from him just enough to face dazai and laid a hand on his cheek with the last of your remaining strength as you voiced out tiredly, "you looked so sad back at that bar-place, and your thoughts were sad too. i wanted to make you smile, so when odasaku-san said you were good friends, i just knew he meant a lot to you—just as much how my daddy means to me."

you closed your eyes as dazai's eyes widened, feeling a wave of tiredness sweep over your body as you said those words. fresh, hot tears started to well up in dazai's eyes. how could you, of all people, care so much for him? he was moved to tears by the warmth and empathy he felt. he had never before felt this much love.

dazai has always felt hollow and has never seen the point in continuing to live in this world. he therefore tried looking for a purpose to live in death, but as he glanced down you as you were snuggled in his arms and sleeping away, he realized he had found another reason to live.

it was no surprise that oda adopted those children following the events of the dragon's head conflict. he found it strange when he was younger, when he was still in the mafia, but not until you came into his life. you weren't his biological little sister or daughter, but just seeing you and having you around made him happy. even though he only knew you for a short time, it felt like an eternity to him. he had learned what it was like to unconditionally care and love. it was the same feeling you gave gojo satoru when he first saw you and took custody of you, and now dazai osamu has it as well.

as tears streamed down his cheeks, dazai drew you back into his embrace, allowing your peacefully snoring figure to slump over his shoulder and sink deeper into his arms.

"thank you, [name]-chan. thank you. just thank you." he voiced out in between his sniffles.

odasaku was right about you being a blessing.

[jen-with-a-pen]

Honeysuckle ❀ I

SERIES ❀ NEXT

summary: You and Bucky have been holed up in your apartments, forever in workaholic mode. As annoying as it might seem, Sam might be a good wingman after all.

pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: fluff, oblivious idiots in love, Sam "Wingman" Wilson, touches, stolen glaces, totally-platonic-and-totally-not-romantic date

word count: 1.35k

a/n: Thank you all again for the response to Dirty Dishes! This lil beauty has been in my drive for a couple of weeks now. hope you all like it :) a/n 03/2024: hi! i have gone through and rewritten and reformatted a few parts in the fic in order to make it flow better and to ensure it has all-inclusive language in it (this was one of my first fics in the fandom and was not as educated as i am now.) if there are any mistakes, please feel free to DM me and kindly let me know :)

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“Hey, Buck, didn’t think we’d see ya today!” A voice called from the couch.

Sam smiled enthusiastically, waggling his brow at the brooding brunette who sulked through the common area. He was quite the sight to see, especially since he’d resorted to hermit status for the last couple of months, his appearance unchanged: the same messy, chocolate hair thrown up haphazardly in a ponytail, same thread-bare t-shirt with a couple of coffee stains, same sweatpants with–

What kind of stain was THAT?

Truth be told, Bucky Barnes had been cooped up in his Tower apartment for what seemed like a whole year, even if it was only March. Exceptions, however, included the gym, a few missions he supervised, and Steve’s apartment across the hall. He all but became a local cryptid.

Bucky’s behavior hadn’t seemed concerning until around Christmas. Steve became worried after New Year’s. Bruce attempted to intervene around Valentine’s. And Tony was the one to offer the tropical getaway around Saint Patrick’s– although, that was more for Tony’s sake than Bucky’s.

Sam sipped on his coffee, rolling his eyes at the dirty glance Bucky shot at him. Smiling into his mug, Sam sighed.

“Buck, you know I’m playin’,” Sam reassured, “but I do think you should go outside today. It’s nice out, even for New York.” He gestured like a game show girl to the gigantic, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. The morning sun’s golden rays spread throughout the common area and attached kitchen. Like some cruel prank, a lazy cloud ambled out of the way, allowing a beam of light to shine right into Bucky’s line of sight. He cursed, shielding his eyes with a plated arm. Sighing, he looked to Sam, who shrugged.

“Just sayin,’ you could do with goin’ outside. Breathe some air. Touch some grass.” 

Eliciting a scoffed chuckle from Bucky, Sam grinned back into his coffee successfully. A brief silence fell between the two before another set of footsteps approached. You shuffled in, yawning and stretching stiff arms over your head. Tired, half-lidded eyes locked onto one target– the coffee maker. 

“‘Mornin’, Sam. Bucky,” you mumbled, padding into the kitchen. Sam observed you move past Bucky, who suddenly seemed instantly more awake while nursing his coffee, eyed you as you made yours on the adjacent counter. Hiding behind his mug, he watched as you concocted your drink the way he came to memorize it after your first week of living there: medium-dark brew, two sweeteners, a hell of a lot of ice, and the creamer in the red bottle you keep nestled in the back of the fridge. 

While waiting for the machine to start brewing, you reached into the cupboard to grab your sweeteners, your thrift store sleep shirt riding slightly above your hips.

Bucky choked on his coffee.

You swiveled your head in his direction. Without a second thought, you yanked his mug from him, placing it on the counter behind him before whacking him on the back. After a couple of hits, he caught his breath and turned to face the fridge to his other side, hiding the blooming pink creeping up his cheeks. A cough and a tight-lipped ‘thank you’ later, you were back to quietly finishing your coffee .

Sam, with his front-row seat on the couch, began to think. Soon, his lips morphed from a polite smile into a mischievous grin. 

“Hey, Honeysuckle,” Sam called. You perked up, raising a brow at him. “Whaddya got goin’ on today?” 

“Oh, um, just finishing up some masters work and mission paperwork,” you shrugged. Another slurp. You felt a flutter in your chest cavity, swearing you saw Bucky turn and slowly slide his baby blues up and down your figure. Instinctively, you pulled the arm across your chest a little tighter– a half-assed attempt to conceal the butterflies beginning their usual ritual around Bucky. 

“Interesting,” Sam nodded, “well, my friend Bucky there isn’t doing anything and was wonderin’ if you’d like to go wander Manhattan with him on this lovely spring day.”

Now it was your turn to choke on your coffee. 

Bucky immediately, albeit also instinctually, shot Sam a wide-eyed, what-the-hell-are-you-doing, dagger-loaded glare over his shoulder as he attempted to, in turn, remedy your choking fit. Sam’s grin grew as you regained your composure, looking from him to Bucky and back again. 

“His treat, too.” 

“Oh!” you responded, looking to the super soldier standing in front of you. He locked eyes with you, searching as he bit his lip with an upturned brow, silently begging you to say yes. 

Your expression softened, but your heart didn't. 

“I’d, um, I’d actually like that.” Bucky blanched. You swallowed a giggle. “When, uh, when do you wanna go?” You asked Sam while keeping your gaze on Bucky.

“How ‘bout in an hour?” 

“Ah– Sure!” 

Before Bucky could get a word in, you rushed out of the kitchen.

Once you were out of earshot, he spun abruptly toward the living room. 

“Why. Did. You. Do. That,” he growled through gritted teeth. 

Sam grinned.  

“You both are depressed, introverted, twenty-four-seven workaholics who never leave their dungeons,” he remarked, rising from the couch and wandering into the kitchen. He placed his empty mug in the sink and clasped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, meeting his hardened gaze with sincerity.

“Plus, I see the way you look at her, man. It is definitely not subtle. Now, go take a shower, get dressed, and go take that girl out.” He turned to leave, adding, “Oh, and brush your damn hair.”

Bucky just stood there, mouth agape, prepared to say something, but nothing came. He eventually concluded right there in the kitchen he might as well listen to Sam at that point.

What did he have to lose?

The knock at your door all but made you jump out of your skin. Truth be told, you were actually ready thirty minutes after you made a mad dash back to your apartment in a frenzy to get ready and not look like something that crawled out from the Black Lagoon. You were physically ready, but spent the remainder of the time mentally preparing yourself. 

For a ‘date.’

With Bucky. 

Had it really been an hour already?

Looking into the mirror the umpteenth time, you smoothed down your favorite sundress, checked for lipstick in your teeth, and gave yourself one last pep talk.

It’s not a date. He’s just a friend. This doesn’t mean anything. 

An anxious, shaky sigh left your lungs as you headed for the door. A trembling hand grabbed the handle and turned, slowly opening it. You were half-hoping you were only hearing things and half hoping he wasn’t there yet. 

The door swung open and you were greeted with a soft smile and kind eyes. Bucky stood in your doorway, one hand shoved in a jean pocket while his plated one carded through dark chocolate hair– which he, surprisingly, wore down for once. Underneath his bomber jacket, a gray t-shirt struggled against his broad, hard chest. 

You forgot how to breathe for a second.

“Hey, you uh, you ready?”

You snapped out of initial shock and nodded a little too excitedly. Closing the door behind you, the lump in your throat threatened to cut off your oxygen supply as you both headed for the elevators in awkward tandem. The doors slid open in a matter of seconds, almost as if they were expecting you. You’d talk to F.RI.D.A.Y. about that later. You’re about to ask him where he’s taking you when a light hand slipped onto the middle of your back, leading you into the mirrored interior of the elevator. For a split second, you felt Bucky’s hand all but graze the hem of your dress and the tender skin of your thigh as he pressed the button for the lobby and quickly shoved his hands right back into his pockets. 

You forgot how to breathe and speak; your mantra from before, tossed out the window. 

It is a date. He’s hot. This means everything.

So much for the pep talk. You were never good at those, anyway.

[iz-star]

So, taking advantage of the fact I'm wandering around tumblr again, I'll post some of my quick sketchs and other simple drawings.

Here you have some cuties Toshiro and Momo! You can take this romantically or friendly! ♥

And Happy Birthday to @rays-of-fire-and-ice!! I hope you're having a great time! I hope you like this little HitsuHina!! ❤️