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[amitywrights]

I've been rewatching Osomatsu-san and have been keeping track of the times the brothers have said each other's names/nicknames because I have always wondered about it so yeah this is very self-indulgent TT_TT but I will be sharing it below.

Note!

1. Included are Seasons 1-3 and The Movie (2019), however I did not include AUs apart from F6 and Girlymatsu, and skipped over recap episodes as well as ending songs and previews

2. I did not include times when their names was said but it wasn't pertaining to them specifically so things like "Osomatsu-kun/-san" as titles or "Karamatsu Girls"

3. I did not count the times where a brother would refer to them as a whole like when Karamatsu would say "brothers" or when Totty says "niisan-tachi" (brothers)

4. The term "niisan"/ "chounan" (older brother) and "suekko" (youngets child) are counted only if they are used as a non descriptor so things like "I'm the eldest", and "Todomatsu, the youngest" do not count. However, they sometimes translate as nicknames based on context so things like "Share with your big bro" and "Come on, little bro" count, I hope this made sense lol

5. This is not 100% accurate 'cause I might miss some, especially when they aren't put into the subs but I did my best to compile it :DD



Season 1



Season 2



Season 3

MOVIE

Final Tally!

Link if you wanna see better

That out if the way, let's award some NEETs yeah?

Below will be the ranking of: Who's name they said the most/least, and who said their name the most/least :DD (Apart from themselves ofc)

Osomatsu

Said the most: Todomatsu (80)

Said the least: Jyushimatsu (50)

Said his name most: Todomatsu (45)

Said his name least: Ichimatsu (13)

Karamatsu

Said the most: Jyushimatsu (51)

Said the least: Ichimatsu (20)

Said his name most: Osomatsu (51)

Said his name least: Ichimatsu (22)

Choromatsu

Said the most: Todomatsu (55)

Said the least: Osomatsu (29)

Said his name most: Todomatsu (70)

Said his name least: Ichimatsu (13)

Ichimatsu

Said the most: Jyushimatsu (59)

Said least: Osomatsu & Choromatsu (13)

Said his name most: Osomatsu (68)

Said his name least: Karamatsu (20)

Jyushimatsu

Said the most: Osomatsu (40)

Said the least: Choromatsu (23)

Said his name most: Ichimatsu (59)

Said his name least: Choromatsu (34)

Todomatsu

Said the most: Choromatsu (70)

Said the least: Karamatsu (31)

Said his name most: Osomatsu (80)

Said his name least: Karamatsu & Jyushimatsu (37)

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Has the most names: Choromatsu (19)

Has the least names: Todomatsu (6)

Mannn I love this, hope you guys enjoyed the data as much as I did lol. If you find mistakes feel free to correct!! And also, ask questions if you have them :DD

My thoughts in tags! Add your thoughts as well I wanna see how mad you guys go with this info

[gammija]

i love s4, and im enjoying listening to it with the magaday, but i forgot it would also lead to the worst thing: seeing people interpret media differently than me on the internet OTL

[charlies-storybook]

A Funeral for No One

"You don't have to go..." I assured my mum as I was helping her with the zip of her dress.

"No." She sucked in air. "She was my sister, I have to go."

And she did, but I saw she was still hasitant. I turned to her. "We can go home, there's still time." I took her hands in mine.

She squeezed my hands in my grip. "No, let's do this for her, for Alice."

I nodded and my gaze softened. "Alright, mum." I could see she was about to cry, but held strong. My mum returned my nod and gave me a soft smile and another squeeze. I gently led her down the path between the other graves.

It looked normal, at first glance. A normal funeral with people dressed in black. Family, friends, acquaintances. Even the sky was dressed in black today as the storm clouds sprinted above our heads.

But if you looked closely, there was one thing missing. The body. There was no one to put in the casket.

So, why are we holding a funeral if the grave is empty? Because aunt Alice deseved this, she deserved all of this after all the injustice.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

[ostianshadow]

HNTTYW

Among the new students are massive wolves unlike any that Fodlan has seen before: not monsters cursed by crest stones, but mounts that are frequently used by Elyos’ elite cavalry units. The Officers Academy has gone out of its way to import a small pack of these creatures, hoping to one day offer certification for aspiring Wolf Knights. However, these seasoned veterans prefer sunny afternoon naps and would rather ignore whatever nonsense that’s coming out of your mouth. You’ll have to earn their respect first. [Grants Riding +1]

*challenge mode! maximum of 200 words per post!*

He could see the appeal. Wolves had that aura of ‘cool’ going for them. They were creatures of the night that howled at the moon, and that alone would have been reason for Matthew to feel some vague affinity for the beasts.

He could picture his scouting missions going a lot quicker atop one of these guys too, instead of him hoofing it on foot. Horses got bogged down in the woods - he doubted if the wolves would have such problems.

In the late afternoon sun, they look so... lazy laidback. Honestly, he’d not mind a nap curled up next to one of them. Even as he approaches, they barely so much as lift their heads, the odd ear flicking but nothing more.

And that gives him an idea.

Three. Two. One-

Nimble as ever, Matthew vaults atop the nearest wolf. He is sat in the saddle. Part one: success.

“Ha! Hahaha! Yes!”

He punches the air. And then notices that the wolf has not only not deigned to throw him from its back... rather, it’s not deigned to give two figs about his presence at all.

Part two, actually getting the thing to move:

Woefully in progress.

[deadlydevotion]

He'd opened his eye to a world so far removed from the one he'd only just left, or had he been lingering between for years? He doesn't know and finds he doesn't care, not when he's been called from his well-deserved and supposedly final rest to....

To hunt Vash the Stampede.

Yes, that makes sense. He'd finally earned his rest and somehow or another Vash was the reason he was walking this pointless and horrific life again. In a manner of speaking, anyway.

He's not alive, not breathing, the gunshot that had ended his life a gaping hole in the side of his head oozing blood. It doesn't slow him down, doesn't make his threads any less effective. He can feel the city breathe but there's only certain points that stand out, that he's drawn to like a Worm to a light. Bright, living, ripe for torture and torment and pain but there's only one of them that deserves the worst he can offer.

He stalks off, intent on finding his prey, chasing that bright light in order to rip it apart.

"Vash the Stampede. It's been a while. I've come to bring you ultimate suffering, are you ready?"

[my-castles-crumbling]

escape - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 199 - NSFW but not explicit?

"Alright, we need to talk," Sirius said importantly, sitting across from Regulus and fixing him with a stare.

"Are you pregnant?" Regulus deadpanned, unsure why Sirius was being so...well...serious.

He was given another look. "Reg. Listen, I...this is awkward, but...you know how you and James are....are..."

"Together," Regulus provided with an unsure nod, struggling to figure out where this was going.

"Right," Sirius nodded, looking a bit nauseous. "Right, well. I know Mother and Father never taught us this, so..so I need to. No matter how weird it is for...for both of us. So. There are spells, you know? Erm, protections spells, and spells for lu-"

"Oh Salazar!" Regulus shouted, covering his ears and closing his eyes before peeking at his brother in disgust. "Sirius, I do NOT need The Talk!"

Immediately, Sirius sank in relief, but his eyes were still wide. "Well, I dunno! I wasn't taught! How am I-?"

"Books! Talking to people! Anything but this!" Regulus moaned, wanting to escape into the very floorboards.

But Sirius took another breath. "Just as long as you're using protection, because you know that pregnancy isn't the only thing to worry about! There's-"

"NOPE!" Regulus shouted, standing up. "I'm done!"

[moineauz]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 , small gifts tucked away in an envelope

synopsis: self explanatory, the little gifts he gives to you!

includes: various hsr men, not all

side comments: my first post in a longgg time, was made in a bit of a rush because I have other fics planned and request from my last event that I am still writing

extra: gn reader, fluff word count: 199

would you like to see a similar post? maybe you'll fancy this!

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 — He may be busy, but he will always find time to seek out silent and subtle beauties- in the form of flowers. Each flower is pressed with tender care, the colours still retained within the fibres of its petals down to its stem. Of course, beside the flower will be its name. He'll remember which ones your heart draws close to and which ones he'll grow. He promises you a bouquet, however, there is something magical in the pressed flowers he bestows you: now on display in a picture frame. A symbol of eternal affection, the kind that doesn't wither nor rot.

💌 gepard . dan heng . jing yuan . welt . luocha . argenti .

𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒 — He is all for your well-being! Your favourite type and tea brand is knowledge safely stored in the back of his mind: with caffeine or without? Herbal? Spice or fruit? He'll know it by heart. Best expect a tea bag or two from your favourite shop perfect for your situation, be it a fruit punch to start the day or something to ease your daily stresses. He has your well-being in mind often, hence, consider this small action of his a piece of his heart. Whether he admits it or not.

💌 dr ratio . blade . luocha . dan heng . gallagher

masterlist.

[the-moth-archives]

Can you do more dating Logan headcanons?

୨ৎ My Personal Logan Howlett Head Canons Pt. 2 ୨ৎ

Type: Fluff, mild hurt / comfort

Word Count: 318

Notes: hihi !! thank u for the request :D !! here’s some more hcs i brainstormed just for u !! part 1 is here !!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

- after some missions where he’s been away (or you’ve been away), he likes to take a shower with you. 199% non-sexual, he just doesn’t want to leave your side. it can turn sexual if you really, REALLY want it to be but he mostly just leans against you.

- When X-23 (Laura) comes into the picture, she’s very wary of you, as she was with Logan. but once she’s comfortable, you’re inseparable! Logan feels comforted in the fact that you two are so close; it’s the closest thing to normalcy he’s ever experienced and he wants to keep it that way forever

- yes you do move into a cabin far away where the nearest town is about 40 minutes to an hour away. just you, him and Laura far far away from it all.

- Logan doesn’t like bing fancy dates. he’s more of a sit-on-the-balcony-and-smoke kinda guy. he’ll listen to you talk about anything and everything as he stairs at you with such adoration

- he’s VERY protective of you. sometimes it gets overwhelming and you have to tell him to chill but he literally wont. he’s so worried about losing you, he will do anything to keep you by his side and protect you. he needs to protect you or he’ll spiral

- back on my thing about the relationship starting off slow, he finally starts stepping into deeper waters when he comes to your room after a really bad nightmare. he just wanted to check and see if you were alive but you woke up during his inspection. after that you had a pretty lengthy conversation about his past and wanting to check and see if you were ok. in the end, you both ended up cuddling for the rest of the night.

- when he gives gifts, there’s always a very deep meaning to it. it shows he listens to you.

- you guys would definitely get a German Shepherd

hello !! please donate to this family if you can !! they’ve lost their home and need to relocate to safety, if you can spare some money or even just share, it’ll be greatly appreciated

[nikholascrow]

finally dead - word count: 199 (I felt bad for all my recent angst so here’s reg escaping)

“Regulus black is pronounced dead after his disappearance 6 months ago in october. authorities at the ministry say that it is very unlikely that Black’s case will be reopened due to the many disappearances that have taken place in recent years.” A smile tugged at the corner of James’ lips as he picked up a particularly ripe looking tomato and set it in his basket. the witch on the radio continued. “Regulus Black’s death now leaves the noble and ancient house of Black without an heir as Walburga Black continues to age and her husband Orion passed away last year. Walburga was not available for comment on her son’s death.”

James pulled open the door to his muggle flat and gently set the grocery bags on the kitchen counter as he slipped off his shoes and set a bouquet of flowers down as he opened a cabinet to look for a vase.

Sirius and Remus would be over soon to celebrate once they got through Moody’s extensive security.

a small black cat wrapped itself around his legs and James scooped it up “hello love” he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the cat’s head “you’re finally dead.”

[raiynnah]

Win

@wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 199

Sirius is determined to win Remus’ heart this year. Sure, he’d said the same last year and that hadn’t happened, but this time he’s prepared.

He even has a plan.

Step 1. Compliment him

Step 2. Give him gifts

Step 3. Flirt

Step 4. Repeat until a date has been obtained

It’s the perfect way to show Remus he’d be an amazing boyfriend, he can’t fail—it’s in the science!

“Hey, Moony!” he shouts, rushing up to Remus’ side as they walk to Potions. “I like your hair today.” He beams at Remus, trying to inject every bit of earnestness he can into his words.

“Thanks?” Remus narrows his eyes suspiciously. “It’s the same as everyday.”

“No!” Sirius protests, his smile straining. “It’s—um—fluffier today.”

“Whatever you’re thinking of, no, you can’t test a prank on my hair. Find someone else.” 

Sirius sighs, disappointed but unsurprised. Maybe he should’ve waited to turn all the Slytherins’ hair red and gold, this morning’s prank had clearly left Remus overly paranoid.

“Ok, well, I like your eyes too!”

“Thanks, they do their job well enough. No, you can’t test anything on my eyes either.”

This plan is going to take a while, isn’t it?

[yesimilkdamilkman]

ʚɞ𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬ʚɞ

-`♡´-𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-`♡´-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This does have 6 other parts to it, swfw, nsfw, sick, bf, expecting baby, and dark. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. This was written for me and my lovely moot, Skye. As our birthday are a day apart.

DISCLAIMER: *𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩!*

Summary: Carl on your birthday!!

WARNINGS: Just a tad suggestive :)

Words: 199

Months prior, he will start looking for stuff, since it might be harder to find.

he went through trial and error to make candles for you, they were a tad deformed, but it was the thought that counted!!

this man can't bake for shit, but didn't ask for help at all, and fucking nailed it anyways.

he made his own paper (something he learned from Dale) and used it as a wrapper for any of the gifts he found.

In the morning of your day, you wake up to a nice, cooked breakfast.

But that night into going to your day, you go to sleep after a nice deep and slow pipe down with candles lighting the room. and roses everywhere.

He won't stop kissing you, even full-on kisses in front of Rick.

He'll make the whole day about; he won't do his chores. He had Abraham cover his shift.

Another thing he started months prior, was clearing out a nearby beauty store, getting you a few packs of nails he thought you would like.

This man fought Spencer because he had a copy of your fav movie, which he won and gave it to you as a present.

Taglist: @carlsdarling

[gyu-vinnie]

138, 150, 179 and 199 with gunwookie pls 😩✊

“fuck, i love you so much”/ “you’re all mine”-“hm…”-“say it”-“i’m all yours”/ “i want to fuck you so bad”/ “i want to make a mess of you”

i’m getting major insecure gunwook vibes from this 😼

okay, so maybe pranking gyuvin was a bad idea. just maybe…

okay it was a terrible idea. you and taerae wanted to tease him and be your usual silly selves. what you didn’t know was that gunwook was already not in the best headspace since he woke up. all because of some stupid dream he had the night before where someone took you away from him. he kept telling himself that would never happen, that you love him too much. and well, he was technically right.

unfortunately, you and taerae had no clue about this dream. when he came into practice, the first thing he saw was your head resting on taeraes shoulder and he swears he heard his heart shatter. upon making eye contact with you, he stormed out the room making you and taerae share a glance and start giggling to yourselves that the plan succeeded.

spoiler alert, it didn’t. not even 30 seconds later matthew storms into the room. “y/n, why did i just see gunwook speed walking down the hall in tears?”

the second you heard him say that you stood up. “which way did he go?” matthew shrugged and pointed left. “it looked like he was going towards the bathroom or something.”

you quickly thanked him and started running towards the bathroom. you could hear sniffing, and it broke you heart. “wookie? are you in here?” you asked while making it towards the bigger stall, seeing his sneakers you bought him and recognizing him instantly. “baby, can you let me in?”

you heard shuffling and the door unlocked, when the stall door opened you were met with the sight of a puffy faced, red eyed, swollen lipped gunwook. your eyes instantly widen and you went in the stall, closing the door behind you and locking it.

you turned to face him and one look at his face again made you hug him instantly. “shit, gunwook, im so sorry. i didn’t mean to make you cry. me and taerae were just trying to mess with you.”

you cupped his face, wiping his tear stained cheeks. he didnt say anything, just kinda stared at you. your first thought was that he was mad at you, but his face was emotionless. if he was mad, atleast you’d be able to tell. he looked deep in thought.

“i want to fuck you so bad.” he mutters, it being barely audible. your eyes widened and you frozen. “h-huh?” he moved your hands from his cheeks and pinned them above your head, pushing you against one of the walls.

“you heard me, i want to make a mess of you.” as you back hit the wall you looked up at him with wide eyes. “would that make you feel better?” he nodded and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, leaving soft pecks all the way down. “just give me 10 minutes…10 minutes and i’ll be fine.”

so that’s what you did, you gave him 10 minutes. well, technically you two are at the 12 minute mark but who’s counting? surely not you at this moment. your are eyes rolled to the back of you head as gunwook pounds into you with his head hung low. the only sounds being able to be heard is the filthy sound of skin slapping, the squelching noise, your muffled moans that are barely audible with gunwooks big hand over your mouth, and the small words he’s whispering as he fucking into you, a single tear still rolling down his face.

“fuck, i love you so much. so so much” me mutters into your ear. though honestly it’s going in one ear and out the other with how fucked out you are. “your all mine, okay?”

you slowly started to come back to your senses as gunwooks thrusts start to get sloppier and your own orgasm approaching quickly. “hmm…” you moan out, he moved his hand from your mouth and started thrust faster, sending you over the edge as you cum on his cock. “say it…say your mine”, he upped his head so he could see you. “i’m all yours”

and the second the words slipped from your mouth, he came. whispering small praises to you and pulling out. “l-let me help you clean” he says shakily as he grabs the toilet tissue and starts wiping.

when you went back in the studio, it was as if nothing happened.

[lovezbrownies]

Yandere!Chief of Police.

Character: Grim Ludenhart, 32, male, 199 cm/ 6'5 ft.

Pretty mild tbh, not too yandere but there is a future work containing your life with him after where it will be darker hopefully. also my ass did not read through this so whatever mistakes i made please ignore them thanks!

Minors DNI!!

Word count: 1725 words.

Content warning: Lying??, obsession, stalking, abuse of power, age gap (5 years- darling: 27, Grim: 32), implications of criminal activity.

Grim isn’t one for love, even the thought of it was unappealing for a while. Up until he met you. Grim was known to be a stoic man, however stoic he can be he was still extremely approachable. Ironically, Grim doesn’t care for anyone aside from his family. Grim would be less popular if these nobles knew what he actually thought of them, due to his job as Chief of Police, he and the rest of the Board of Chiefs of Xelera are required to attend every event and ball that Queen Nia hosts. Although Grim hates Queen Nia’s events he also likes to attend other events that nobles would host and invite him. He only ever goes there to make sure unnecessarily rich bastards keep up their support of the Police, as well as to maintain a good reputation among the nobles, he needs their support for whenever someone dares threaten his position.

All in all, Grim despises the nobles he’s constantly surrounded by, including the nobles he’d publicly called his friends. Which would be why he found himself here, in a tiny bar, sitting in a tiny booth, his real friends around him, all being middle class “peasants”. He liked it here, he can be the small town boy again with these people. ‘’So he cornered me, and mind you he’s doing all of this over a cake! He goes ‘Well, Grim, good to see you! Uh, you got that cake recipe written down yet?’ Blah blah, this man wouldn’t stop yappin’ i had half a mind to smack him right then and there and tell him my ma made it for me!” A roar of laughter goes off, as the laughing dies down Grim flags down a busser working at the bar. He couldn’t see them all that clearly but who cares, he’s just going to pay and leave after all.

Well, he did care, and so did his buddies as they witnessed Grim become awestruck as he talks with the server, an attractive young thing, possibly mid twenties. “Hello! My name is Y/n, is there anything I can help you with?” They greeted the table with a warm smile, a notepad in hand, waiting to be given orders to fulfill. Grim, awestruck, sat quite for a second before collecting himself when one of the guys he’s sitting next to nudged him. ‘’Ahem, yes, can I pay my bill please? Bill’s name under Greg Hart.” Grim cringed, wishing he hadn’t made up a fake name in this bar, if only he knew there was love around the corner. ‘Ah, giving your fake name to the gorgeous busser, how absolutely romantic!’ Grim chastised himself silently.

You nodded, smile as warm as the summer sun, ‘’Alrighty, I’ll get you your bill, does anyone need anything else however?” Your pretty eyes sadly cut contact with Grim to look at the rest of the table, while Grim had been completely fixated on you, even as you left he couldn’t get his eyes off you, the way your hips move, the way you swiftly move about the tables littered around the bar, the way you lean into the bar counter, the way your head tilts as you presumably ask for a Greg Hart’s check. Grim’s train of thought was caught off as the guy next to him threw their arm around Grim. “Well, looks like Grim isn’t interested in us anymore!” The group laughs heartily and Grim chuckles in embarrassment. 

Grim’s been a regular at that particular downtown bar since he’s started Cadet School, which would be now be 14 years ago, as soon as he turned 18 he had applied and gotten accepted. And out of those 14 years, the bar only just started getting better when you started working there. Grim had studied your schedule as well as he could, what shifts you had, whether you were closing or opening on a particular day. He knows everything about you, seriously, when he went to work the next day he managed to find your information after skimming through numerous pictures of other Y/Ns who were not you. Grim isn’t a slacker, so he sent over all of your records to his personal laptop to look at when he gets back home. And oh boy did he look! Grim didn’t leave a single record unread, spending hours going through your school records, your medical records, every job you’ve had, he learnt your family’s history entirely, safe to say he unfortunately missed out on seeing you that day at the bar.

Grim doesn’t like going to the bar during the weekdays because his job has always been top priority, yet here he was, chatting you up on a tuesday, the bar mostly empty as you two talk about everything and anything that comes to mind. At some points you’d get interrupted by another patron requesting help, and when that happens Grim liked to glare at them as hard as he could, eventually most regulars learnt to ask for whatever drink they want at the bar itself. Your boss also tried to lecture you on how you’ve barely been doing your job but one look from Grim had them scurrying away. 

He hates the fact you call him ‘’Greg’’, he has been chatting with you for 4 weeks now, although it really is his fault he couldn’t come up with a way to tell you that he gave you a fake name and he is actually a fearsome chief. Don’t get me wrong he has a spectacular reputation, he makes sure to have the people’s best interest at heart, but he doesn’t exactly look friendly, a tired set of lifeless eyes paired with lips that never smile has made people fear meeting him. But that’s okay! You know him now after all, you’ve seen him smile, his eyes still look tired but at least they have light in them now! Maybe you’d be open to him if he told you the truth, maybe you’d love him more if you knew about how much power he has! So, as charmingly as he could, asked if you’d like to come home with him after your shift, you know as friends obviously!

And you, charmed and ever so slowly falling for your favorite regular you agreed to his proposal, what you didn’t expect was finding out your regular was actually a chief, and the Chief of Police no less! You did freak out a little but Gre- Grim had calmed you down, told you he liked you and liked how you acted around him, “You are so cute, why would I keep coming to the bar and talk with you only if I found you disrespectful, hm?” Grim smirked at you, moving from the stove to you, standing to your left he leaned a closer to you, you were seated on his kitchen counter while he was cooking up something, you still weren’t sure what he was making but it was probably good.

You shrug, equally leaning closer to him, “Hm, dunno maybe you wanna eat me or something?” Grim chuckled lightly, a handsome grin on his face as he stared into your eyes, and by heavens was he gorgeous. His gray eyes twinkled under the ambient lights in his kitchen, his eyebags suit him so well it was almost unfair how much they made him even more attractive. “If I wanted to eat you, I would’ve already done so, dear.~” Grim’s voice was soft and smooth, masculine and deep, and oh so alluring. His head tilted slightly to the side, causing his hair to flop as well. You’ve always had this urge to touch his hair, to run your hands through it and put it in various different hairstyles, and so taking your chances you raised your hands up off of the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through his hair. Grim leaned into you, humming he closed his eyes, he seemed so serene like this, and his hair is so soft.

You sat there for a minute or so, just appreciating the man in front of you, still caressing his hair, his eyes closed, it seemed like he was so close to purring like a kitty, “I don’t think I’d mind it if you ate me, at least I’m being eaten by someone I like.” You hummed out quietly, yet this nice moment was cut short by him snapping his eyes open, grabbing the hand caressing his hair he brought it down, a little close to his face, which right now seemed a little pinkier than usual. “Y-you like me?” Your surprise was cut short, you laughed leaning into his shoulder.

 “Of course I do! Haven’t you noticed yet? Thought you were smart sir, Chief of Police!”  Still leaning into his shoulder you turned your head to have a better look at Grim, and quite frankly seeing him this flustered after watching so many interviews and speeches with Grim being completely expressionless was pure gold. Grim was staring at you, eyes wide but not meeting your own, eyebrows straight up, cheeks pink, and mouth slightly agape. You try to take your hand back so you can caress his hair again, but his grip tightens, seemingly getting out of his trance, Grim collects himself, he looks straight into your eyes, his eyes tender with love, he smiles gingerly, though his cheeks are still pink, it seems he’s gained enough courage to speak now.

Grim shrugged your head off his shoulder, cupping your face with his free hand Grim leaned into you, your foreheads now touching. Grim stares at you, looking deep into your eyes with such love it’s making you feel all types of flustered. “I hope you know I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I saw you, I- Can I kiss you?” Grim’s soft and honeyed words have you completely wrapped around his pinkie, he has now completely captivated your heart. You smile, nodding, mentally begging him to make the move, make you his. Little did you know that the moment he captured your lips onto his own you will forever be his, never being let go, and let’s just hope you don’t find out the things he has done and will do to make sure you stay his.

also bonus image :3

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So decided to do the math on just how fast she was writing that fanfiction before it all blurred together because I got bored.

So I counted 199 words before everything started blurring together and I've estimated it to be around 3 seconds before everything starts blurring together, meaning that she wrote 66.333 words a second (I'm convinced I've missed a word because dividing by 200 by 3 gives you 66.667), what is her secret on the arts of writing extremely quickly

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dad!bur doing the “gotcha nose” thing to his kid while you watch from the other side of the room, them laughing and getting along with each other.

“Gotcha” - Dadbur x GN!reader

summary: the ask!!

warnings: none <3

tags: @joviepog , @vibestillaxxx , @pheliiaa , @rqvii , @lillylvjy , @idontreallyexistyet , (ask to be added!)

word count: 199

You and Wilbur had been dating for only a few months, but his daughter absolutely adored you.

The small domestic moments between the two of them were adorable, especially when you were there to witness them.

You had so many pictures and videos of them, all saved away so you could enjoy them when you were away.

Tonight was another one of those domestic nights, the two of them sat on the floor, with you on the couch mostly watching T.V.

“Got your nose!” You looked over at Wilbur, hearing his daughter giggle loudly and frantically reached for his thumb.

You chuckled softly, moving closer so you were sitting behind them. You watched as his thumb pressed against her nose, a small explosion noise leaving his lips.

“There you go, love.” He kissed her nose, rubbing it lightly with his finger, before pressing a final boop. “All better. Now, you’re not noseless.”

At the sound of your laugh he slowly looked behind him, a shy smile on his lips, before you captured them in a short kiss. “Taking her nose again, huh?” He nodded proudly, holding her closely in his lap. “As always. I might take yours next.”

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Cherry Blossom Study Date 🌸 Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 199 Summary: Suga invited you to a study date… only that he forgot to ask for it to be a date.

Sakura Festival Masterlist - Masterlist

Suga felt infinitely stupid as he was sitting on the old wooden bench, with his elbow propped against the equally old wooden table made for picknicks, and brushed another light-pink petal away from his notebook. An hour ago, he had been in the highest of spirits, not even bothered by having to ride up the slope of the mountain with his crappy bicycle. In his bag, he had not only packed his books, notebooks, and pencil case, but also two bottles of Calpis soda and a box full of freshly cut fruit; everything one needed for a study date under the blooming cherry trees.

Except, when you had arrived, it had suddenly dawned on Suga that he had never asked you for this to be a date. He had been so excited that you had agreed to revise last semester’s lessons with him, so you were prepared for the new semester, that he had forgotten to ask if you wanted this to be a date.

Now he sat with his fingers clenched around his pencil, pressing the tip a little too hard into the paper, trying to keep the frown off his face. Seriously though, how could he have been so stupid? This was the best proof that a.) being in love sucked, because it turned him into a complete idiot, and b.) that he was probably never going to be in any kind of relationship if he continued being such a lovesick fool each time.

To make matters worse, he had imagined the two of you lightly chatting while revising and going through the material you had compiled to study for last semester’s final exams, all while snacking on the fruit he had brought, and since it would have been a date, he would have had a valid excuse to sneak glances at you as often as he liked.

But now here he was, silently staring at his paper, the box with cut fruit still in his bag (because it would have been awkward to bring snacks to a casual study session, right?), and his eyes stubbornly glued to the paper in front of him. He couldn’t even enjoy the soft spring breeze, the warm sunlight on his face or the pink petals above his head and all around him really, as the wind carried them to the ground.

Another petal landed on his notebook, and he stared at it for a moment. All he could think about was how it was too late to ask you for a second study session, but as a date this time. There was no time pressure so it would be weird to ask to meet again in the next days, but the cherry blossom would soon fade. There were another three, maybe four days in which the blossoms were beautiful, and then the magic would be over. He had missed his chance. He bit his lip, in an attempt to not let himself be overwhelmed by this thought of failure, and sighed quietly, which was precisely when you suddenly spoke up.

“Suga-kun?”

His head snapped up, deep brown eyes focusing on you sitting next to him.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?"

He did his best to put on his usual smile, warm, safe, somewhat carefree. The captain of another volleyball team in high school had apparently called him “Mr. Refreshing” as a nickname. That kind of smile.

“Isn’t that a question already,” he teased, but when you only rolled your eyes at him, he chuckled, not missing the way the corners of your lips were raised as well. “Sure, what’s up?”

Tapping your pen against the paper a few times, your eyes left his and looked out over the park instead, where families and groups of friends were sitting on blankets under the Sakura trees. After a short moment, you looked back to Suga, as if you had found the determination you needed to overcome whatever nervousness had made you hesitate before.

“Is this a date?”

Suga blinked. What?

“It’s just…” you sighed and leant back against the backrest of the bench you were sitting on, looking over the park again. “I thought it might be, and I really wanted it to be, but you’ve been kind of… quiet and I’m not sure how to take that or what’s really going on now. And I’m thinking, maybe you didn’t mean this as a date but realized I did, and it made you uncomfortable- which I would understand, I really do! And it’s completely fine if this is not a-”

“Wait, wait, hold up- you wanted this to be a date?” Suga stared at you wide eyed, finding you were looking back at him with the same expression.

“Well, I-,” you averted your gaze again, before nodding. “Yes, actually.”

Suga couldn’t help the laughter that suddenly spilled over his lips.

“And here I was worried,” he laughed, relief flooding through his whole body. When he saw you confused expression, he quickly explained. “I also wanted this to be a date, but when I arrived, I realized I had never asked you and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

At his explanation you laughed too. “I’m glad I asked then,” you giggled, making Suga nod enthusiastically.

“Oh, and I even brought drinks and snacks,” Suga suddenly remembered. While reaching down to his bag, he kept talking. “For the past hour I’ve been scolding myself for being such a fool and forgetting to ask! And how I couldn’t ask for a proper study date under the Sakura trees now, because it would be weird to meet twice to study in such a short time, especially since there’s nothing to study for!”

Again you laughed, the sound making butterflies erupt in Suga’s stomach. God, he loved hearing your cheerful voice.

“Well, I personally wouldn’t mind, if we went to the Sakura Night Market together, the day after tomorrow,” you grinned as Suga dove back up, presenting the two bottles of drink and the box with the cut fruit to you.

“Wouldn’t you,” he asked, “Now if that’s the case, why don’t we go? As a date though, just to make that clear.”

“As a date,” you agreed, laughing. “And this is a date too.”

“To be honest, a study date is kinda lame for a first date, isn’t it,” Suga pondered, opening the box and offering you sliced strawberries and apples.

“Oh, I think it’s cute,” you shrugged and thanked him for the offered food. “But we should get back to studying if we want to finish here before it gets too cool.”

You were right. Currently it was still warm, but as soon as the sun was going to disappear behind the mountains, it was going to get cold quickly.

So Suga tried focusing back on his study materials, glad that the strange silence from before had evaporated and instead you kept making comments about the work to one another every few minutes while sharing the snacks he had brought and kept sneaking glances at one another. But the whole time Suga could barely focus because his mind was still hung up on you thinking a study date with him was cute.