#I forgot to add the name on the envelope

[nollatooru]

Hello I'm back with character challenges!

Saito's referring to this live drama, and the next year Okita did appear there too.

[lettersofgold]

-> Into You - Jude Bellingham

jude bellingham x reader

genre: fluff, yearning | warnings: drinking, implied sexual interest | note: loosely edited

summary: jude is all alone at a wedding reception until you rearrange the seating chart and he finds himself so into you.

Jude’s eyes scanned the elaborate seating chart for an embarrassingly long time. The other guests came and went with laughter bubbling out of their alcohol-coated lips, not even noticing the boy mumbling to himself. His name had to be on there - the wedding was so elaborate and meticulously planned that he knew he couldn’t have been forgotten, right? But as Jude continued to stare at the calligraphy, his neck prickled with heat. If he was being reasonable, his name was obviously on the list. If he was thinking about the way he was invited, they forgot to add him to the list, the same way they failed to send a save-the-date to him. He only learned of his friend's wedding about two months ago - which, in his world, was like a couple of days. Jude continued to scan each “J” name he found.

Jason, no.

Jackson, no.

Justin, almost.

Jude, finally.

Jude felt briefly at ease as he turned and looked at the array of tables - where the hell could table twelve be? He turned back to the board as if it would magically give him more answers. He hyped himself up to be casually conversational - fake it til you make it, he repeated in his mind. The thought of sitting with strangers made him self-conscious. Jude walked around the surprisingly empty table until he found his name neatly etched into a golden brown envelope. He inhaled a deep breath as he drummed his fingers on the table. “Champagne?” You stood above him with two flutes of champagne nearly foaming over the top. He didn’t get a chance to answer before you placed the glass in front of him before you surveyed the table, eyeing each person's assigned seat - you stopped momentarily and grabbed one envelope, then another. You switched them and smiled to yourself. You did the same again, but this time with your envelope, and sat triumphantly beside Jude. With your body turned next to Jude and your knees brushed against him, he couldn’t help but notice the slit of your dress - it trailed dangerously high up your thigh.

“If I’m not tipsy within the next hour,” Your voice made him focus on your face, and the depth and color of your eyes floored him. Jude couldn’t remember when he had seen a woman so effortlessly pretty. “Please remind me that it’s an open bar.” You smiled up at him. Even sitting down, Jude was much taller than you. Jude nodded and introduced himself, and you did the same, both of you immediately leaning into each other to talk about the people coming to sit at the table. You listed the names of people you knew who would be attending the wedding: Margaret, who would attempt to set up her daughter with Jude but would ultimately fail; Robbie and his wife Jodie, who tended to drink more than they should and would rant about their son finding a nice girl like you to settle down with. Lastly, Miss Celia, who you mentioned, would judge the wedding because in her mind nothing could compare to her daughter's wedding. You giggled while talking about how Miss Celia would sit down and immediately complain.

As Miss Celia placed her bag on the table, she lived up to your expectations and made a sly comment, "Isn't it a cute wedding? The venue looks cheap... I wonder whose decision this was," while sucking her teeth. Your hand immediately covered your mouth to stifle a laugh, and Jude's head dropped as he tried desperately not to laugh with you. Jude’s hand settled on your knee as he whispered, “What’s your story?” “You first.” You countered with a smooth sip of the last glass of champagne. “How much time do you have?” He said easily. “We’ve got all night.” You replied.

You were talking to Jude, and you felt like you could go on forever. He was so focused on you that you felt certain that this was not going to be the last time you saw him. The dance floor was crowded, but the table was almost empty except for Miss Celia, who sat with a tight expression and her purse on her lap. Jude only interrupted your monologue to ask questions that would send you on another tangent, and before you knew it, time had passed you by. You excused yourself to the restroom and tiptoed through the crowd on the dance floor.

“Hey, why don't you ask her to dance already?" said Miss Celia with a sour expression. Jude shook his head, trying to be respectful. She didn’t have the warmest demeanor and he didn’t want to end up on the wrong end of her attitude. "What's the hold-up? It's obvious that you like her," she continued, noticing how cozy the two of you looked sitting together, knee to knee. His arm was draped around your chair the entire time you were talking, and you placed yourself close because the music was too loud. As much as he wanted to deny his attraction, his body language spoke volumes to Miss Celia.

"I would, but I don't know how," he laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Miss Celia was not amused by his pitiful admission and rolled her eyes. "Who cares? If you don't ask her to dance, some other man will, which would break your little heart," she scolded. Jude knew she was right. “My husband didn’t know how to dance either. Now look at me.” She waved her ring finger at him with a straight face.

Before he could talk himself out of asking you to dance, you were back and pulling him out of his seat.

“I love this song!” You yelled. Into You by Ariana Grande blasted through the speakers, and Jude grimaced at the corny pop music, but you were practically dragging him to dance and he wasn't going to protest. You found a spot in the middle of the crowded floor and immediately started to sing as you grinned at him.

“The temperature's rising in here. Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move,” you sang.

Jude couldn't help feeling nervous at how intimidating something as innocent as dancing could be. Your mouth was wide open as you sang the song aloud with the rest of the people on the dance floor. You seemed to be lost in your own world, with your eyes closed, head tilted back, swaying to the lyrics. For a moment, Jude looked around and prayed that no one saw him as he started dancing along to the song. “A little less conversation and a little more touch my body,” you continued as you turned around and placed your backside on his hips. The friction of your body whining up against him was making him weak. Jude caught the tempo of your body and found himself clinging to your touch. You tilted your head backward and onto his chest and continued to grind carelessly into him. Jude was a mess over you. You pulled his hand around your waist and allowed him the opportunity to take a bit of control. The palm of his hand was large and hot against the slit of your dress. He was in a daze for a while due to the combination of his body heat, expensive champagne, music, and the truth of the lyrics. Ariana’s melodic voice singing out,

“Tell me what you came here for 'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more I'm on the edge with no control And I need, I need you to know.”

Without missing a beat he grabbed your hand and spun you around and you laughed at the sudden action. You mouthed the lyrics without breaking eye contact and abruptly the room felt too hot but he didn't feel close enough. Jude’s arm found your lower waist as he flushed his body against yours with an electric grip, your eyes trailing down to his lips. His forehead fell onto yours lightly as the two of you continued to grind on one another, his arm holding you in your place. For a moment you could hardly breathe but when his lips touched yours a rush of white hot desire flooded your body. It was a soft kiss and you drunkenly pulled him closer by the nape of his neck, not wanting to escape the taste of him. Jude hummed into the kiss, deepening his tongue into your mouth. You knew that if it wasn't for him holding you by the waist you would have stumbled backward by the sheer neediness in the kiss. You were nearly making out on the dance floor when you decided to pull away, wiping at the corners of your mouth, certain that your lipstick was smudged. As much as you wanted to have him all over you, the middle of the dance floor during a wedding was not the best place to do so.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded.

“Would you want to get out of here?” Asking him that was the most nervous you had been all night. He didn't hesitate and immediately offered to order an Uber while you went to grab your things. You felt the scrutiny of Miss Celia’s gaze and you felt embarrassed as Jude placed his jacket over your shoulders. Miss Celia eyed the two of you and you thought a sly comment was on her tongue but instead of making a comment, she sent a wink towards Jude who held a knowing smile on his face. You weren’t sure what happened between the pair while you were away but clearly they were now in cahoots.

“Don’t have too much fun.” She replied in her usual cool tone but this time, there was a smile on her face.

[ithinkicouldloveher]

found you | february @steddiemicrofic 🧸

prompt: edge | wc: 509 | rated: g | childhood friends/different first meeting

Steve plops down near the quarry’s edge. He draws scraped knees up to his chest and looks down at the reddened skin, dreading the scolding he’ll receive. 

Maybe he’ll just camp out here, he thinks with a sniffle.

He wipes a tear and picks up a pebble, throwing it into the deep pit. 

“You probably shouldn’t sit so close.”

Steve startles and shoots upright, coming face to face with the depth below his feet. He screams, scrambling backward into the kid behind him, who reaches out to steady his waist. 

Steve turns, wide-eyed, their noses inches away.

The boy releases him and they spring apart as if burned.

“Sorry,” Steve says, cheeks aflame, eyes cast downward.

He blinks, surprised by the pristine condition of the kid’s sneakers. 

“Old toothbrush.”

Steve looks up, brows furrowed. “What?”

“I use an old toothbrush. Makes ‘em look like new,” the boy says proudly.

Steve scrutinizes him. The unfortunate buzzcut, the missing front tooth. The Johnny Cash tee, mismatched with an oversized maroon flannel. 

“S’not mine,” the boy grumbles, noticing Steve’s staring. “But Wayne said we’ll go thrifting tomorrow.”

“Wayne?”

“My uncle,” the boy explains, “My name’s Eddie.”

Steve cocks a brow. “I’ve never seen you before. You go to Hawkins?”

Eddie shrinks, visibly embarrassed.

Guilt prickles hotly at the nape of Steve’s neck.

“I will, yeah. Next week,” Eddie mumbles, kicking dirt, “Moved into the trailer park nearby. Hate it here, s'nothing like Tennessee.”

“Why’d your family move?”

“Only me. Dad’s in the slammer. Ma, she’s… um. She’s…” Eddie trails off, nervous. He shuffles closer toward his parked bike. 

Steve panics. “Hey, don’t go. Please.”

Eddie eyes him warily.

“I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Hello Steve,” Eddie says sheepishly. “Why are you out here all alone?”

“I rode into a bush while I was looking for Tommy. He was supposed to meet me here, but the dummy forgot,” Steve grumbles, annoyed. 

Eddie tilts his head, eyes glittering with mischief. “Maybe you were supposed to meet me instead.”

It startles a laugh out of Steve. “What— I don’t even know you!”

“You know my name is Eddie, and that I’m from Tennessee,” he offers.

“And that you live with your uncle Wayne,” Steve adds, giggling. 

“Wanna swing by? He’s making chili. Plus we got lotsa bandaids,” Eddie adds, pointedly eyeing Steve’s scrapes. 

Steve turns toward the quarry, considering. He eyes the path, as if Tommy will magically appear.

He won’t, Steve knows he won’t.

He grabs his bike handles and Eddie grins.

Steve follows closely behind, something akin to butterflies stirring deep in his gut.

He may not have found Tommy that day, but he found a new friend in Eddie.

He made a promise to stay by Eddie’s side ever since, not even questioning his innocence all these years later as Steve leads a very frantic Dustin, a weary Max and a jittery Robin to the quarry’s edge.

Eddie turns, smiling despite his nerves. “You found me,” he whispers.

Steve surges forward, enveloping his boyfriend in his arms. “Always will, Eds. Always will.”

[ann-writes-universes]

The Jeweler (AzrielxReader)

A/N: Missed you guys <3 Not my best but its cutie.

EDIT (Jan 23.2024): Forgot to add the tag list, srry guys :,) <33333

W.C: 1.3k

Warnings: Slight mentions of smut. Angst?

Winter in Velaris was truly a marvel. As the solstice approached decorations and lights littered the buildings of The Rainbow, and the streets bustled with life as city goers made last minute preparations.

From the frost coated glass of your apartment you watched as families scurried out of the cold, and lonesome travelers slowed by shop windows to take a peek inside. From its place on the wall your clock struck seven and you tore your eyes away from the scene below. If you listened closely enough you could hear as the jeweler, Mr. Krazinski, downstairs, closed up shop for the evening and began to head home for the weekend. As he went about his Friday evening routine- you too began your own. The tea you had been nursing (now cold) was discarded and a bath was drawn full of lavender and other frilly things an herbalist nymph had convinced you to buy earlier in the day. In no time, the pale blue tiles of your bathroom were slick and steam was rolling out from beneath the door- spilling into your hall. In the living room you lit candles, cedar and pine. The fae lights bobbing on your wall were extinguished, only the crackling fireplace radiated light now. The clock struck eight then, and you moseyed towards the bath. You’d take your time there- worship yourself and make sure every inch was perfect. He’d be there by eleven after all. By the time the clock struck nine the bath had drained, bits of lavender and other botanicals slowly drying to the bottom of your tub. You had pulled out your fineries. Lotions, perfumes, wine. At ten you were dressed, a deep emerald number- frilled with lace. Here was the winter solstice tree, lit for the occasion and you standing before it. With only half an hour left you downed your glass of wine, curled up in a chair facing the door. Eleven strikes and the locks begin to turn. Within moments your small doorframe is crowded by seven feet of illyrian muscle and wing. He’s dressed simply this week- dark trousers and a thick cable knit sweater. His wings are pulled tight, remnants 

of snow melting off their taloned tips. 

“Right on time, Shadowsinger.” You purred, trailing the rim of your glass with your scarlet red finger tip. He hummed his reply, stepping into the threshold of your home and firmly relocking the door behind him- a habit he had when he stayed here. You had always found it quite charming- him locking the door as if the most dangerous creature in Velaris would not be curled up in your sheets within the hour. 

“Am I ever late, Jeweler?” 

You audibly chuckled then,a noise that had a smile tugging at the Illyiran’s lips as he settled into the couch. Jeweler was a name he had been fondly calling you for years now, ever since he found out where you resided. 

“I suppose not.”

He was looking at you then, dragging his eyes back and forth across your frame and the bits of exposed skin. If you had been naive you would have thought it was the surmounting heat of the fire making him shift in his seat. But naive you were not. You placed your wine glass on the floor as you stood and sauntered over to where he sat. Azriel placed his hands on your hips and with one firm tug you were in his lap. He chuckled as you stumbled forward- a flailing thing compared to the elegance with once you just moved. Strong arms enveloped you and the room around you seemed to fade. The troubles of the week melted away as the shadowsinger kissed his way down your neck, across your collar, and down, down, down…

You had lived a long time and experienced many things but the way Azriel made you feel was different than anything you had encountered before. With a stroke of his fingers he had you writhing and moaning gutturally, falling blissfully further away from the world around you. By the time the two of you were spent, the fire had reduced itself to cinders in the hearth. Outside- a blizzard was well into forming, snow pushing its way past the glamors which kept Velaris safe from any real damage. 

You lay splayed across the rug before the fire- an afghan he had grabbed slung across your forms. Above your heads, strong cedar beams supported the ceiling. If you squinted, spiders had made homes in the corners and were scurrying dutifully across the wood. 

“Sometimes I think about staying here for good.” Azriel mumbled from beside you, his voice halting the soft circles he had been tracing into the bare skin of your side. You let out an airy chuckle at his statement and turned your head to face him. 

“So why don’t you?” A question you knew the answer too. One he knew the answer too as well.

He seemed to mull over your words for a moment anyhow before stating, “Because Jeweler, if I saw you everyday- im afraid it would change my life.” 

You stared at him for a moment, holding his hardened gaze. He seemed serious- deathly so. But he was not, and you knew that much. Keeping the thought at hand you laughed once more and teasingly shoved at his bare chest as you stood from the floor. 

“Of course it would, Shadowsinger. You would be reminded of Mr. Krazinski’s sales everyday instead of every Friday evening.” 

Azriel audibly groaned as you pranced towards the bathroom to fetch a robe. When you returned to the living room he was tugging on his pants. 

“Why dont you let me take you out to eat next week?” Azriel offered as he slipped his sweater back on. A boot following not far behind it. Leaning in the doorframe of the hallway you smiled tightly but only offered him a shrug. 

“You know where I stand on dates, Azriel.” 

“Then don't call it a date.” He shot, frustrated that you would not cave. 

From across the room you searched his eyes, tried desperately to find something that would make you change your mind- and you… couldn't. You see, you knew who Azriel was. You had known him for the past two decades- and your bed had seen him through some very tumultuous parts of his life. Several times over the years he had tried to take it further than pleasure, but your answer had always been no. There was no denying he was an attractive male, witty, incredible in bed, and even charming when he chose to be- but most of all he was the Spymaster of Rhysand’s Court. A master of deception and torture. You lived above a jeweler, taught nighttime pottery classes, and drank chai tea. His was not a life you could keep up with. And yours was one he would tire of quickly. To go on a date with Azriel would be to open a door that you were not sure you could step through- terrified of what lay on the other side. 

“Im Sorry, Azriel. You know I-” Before you could finish he smiled tightly and nodded.

“You cant. I know.” He tugged his jacket on as he spoke and headed towards the door. He did not say goodbye as he left, merely shut the door and locked it behind him. Listening to him clunk down the tiny staircase ached every week- but this one especially so. Yet again he had confronted you with a reality you could very well possess but simply could not yet face. Flopping down onto your couch you poured the last of your long forgotten wine and stared as the liquid swirled in your glass. 

He would return next week- inevitably to ask you out yet again. And maybe it was the last of the wine souring your brain as you tossed it back- but as you curled into your bed that night, you thought that maybe next week- just maybe… you would say yes.

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[heerocks]

CURIOUS CAT — the connection

SYNOPSIS! Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in high school. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef between them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C. account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

With an envelope of personal paper works safely tucked in between his body and arms, heeseung made his way inside the library. The place witnesses different days into his life, and realizes he has grown fond with that said place especially, it was a non speaking witness to the moments he shared with you that he enjoyed through this day.

Heeseung was met with a familiar scent of books — new or old, a sign of comfort. He turned his head around, scanning the whole place to find you.

Instead of your usual spot near the entrance, heeseung found you on the other side of the room near the wide windows overseeing the greeneries of the university. There's a book in front of you, together with your laptop and several binders as your right hand plays with a pen. You were working so hard, focus on wherever your attention binds, whilst the soft beam of sun shines through the windows and to your skin that makes it glow. Just like an ethereal. How can someone be so beautiful doing something that is so normal? Heeseung thought.

He was in trances that he didn't even realize how you turned your head in his direction to finally grace him with attention. This time it was you who found him. Heeseung observed the next events, it didn't became unnoticed how the world turn into slow-mo when your nonchalant mask changed into a smile, eyes writing pleasure as you focused it onto him.

You smiled, softly whisking your hand to signal for him to come. And just like a moth attracted to a fire, he did so without his eyes wavering away from the beauty you hold.

"We just need to check the outcome before passing it right?" You greeted, not bothering to say an actual greeting deeming that after everything happened — you and heeseung are close enough to do that. You unconciously hummed eyes now focus on the laptop you had in front of you.

Heeseung softly agrees, gently picking up the chair as to not disturb you or the other students trying to study in peace. He then put his bag and the files on top of the table before taking his seat.

"I double checked the files before sending it to your email, you can add things on some parts if you want" He whispered, taking the concept that students should not create any noise as an advantage to lean closer causing his cologne to drown you — in a good way.

Your eyes flickered to him but to his dismay it didn't last long. There's a bitterness arose in his heart, why can't you look at him like what you did earlier? But heeseung misread it.

He didn't know how he affect you in every way possible. The memories that occur in the little grocery store two days ago still fresh on your mind. Replaying every chances it gets — more often now that heeseung, the sole reason why your heart react in an unfamiliar way is just right in front of you.

"Okay, I'll work on it later then..."

"I actually can't stay that long, y/n" He mumbled, trying to squeeze a reaction from you.

"Oh, do you have other things to do?" He again nodded silently observing every move. "That's fine, I still need to stay though. Have an exam coming up."

He smiled before grabbing his bag, sliding it in front of him. "Here," Heeseung said finally getting your attention as put the snacks and your favorite strawberry juice in front of you. "Make sure to take breaks in between."

You squint your eyes at him, "You're suspiciously sweet today. Something's not right..."

Heeseung put his bag to his shoulder before standing up, but clumsy lee heeseung forgot to zip his bag causing some of his things to fall all over the place.

Shit, he mumbled.

The man immediately bend down to pick up his things, his heart almost jumped when he sees you doing the same.

You leaned back to your chair, heeseung following suit as he stood up. He unconsciously swallows as his eyes darts back to you, who silently handing the fallen object back to him. Relief washes over his orbs when it's just a small notebook in your hands. Heeseung smiled, taking the notebook before softly patting your head, "What do you mean? I'm always sweet, maybe you just didn't realize it." He shrugged before stepping away but decided to stop and turn around again, "Oh, and make sure to chat riki. He's been sulking these past few days because he didn't get your number last time and said that he wanted to hang out with his mom again"

"What? But, that was only one time."

"Riki would be hurt if he heard that. Basically, for him... I'm his dad, you're his mom, and he's our adopted child," He said in 'as a matter of fact' tone. "See you later, sweetheart. I'll go to work, now!"

The man can see your cheeks burning and how you decided to fight it by jokingly hitting him which he just laughed at. He waved goodbye before finally walking away outside the library.

Heeseung uncontrollably smiled all the way outside the building, descending through the stairs and onto the street. He just can't help it whenever your face flashes through his mind, you were basically his happy pill everyday. That's a known fact, at least to him.

"You seemed happy these days aren't you, lee?" Heeseung stopped in his tracks, soft gaze shifting into scowl before lifting his head to look at the person.

"...that's none of your business, jeongin"

The man smiled, albeit full of vile. "Is it because of y/n?" He asked pretending not to hear the warning in heeseung's voice. "Well, to be honest, I can easily figure it out."

"Don't even think about going near her agai—"

"Do you really think I forgot what you did to me last time?"

Heeseung scoff, sending sharp beams on its way. "It was just a punch. Why are you throwing a tantrums for something so trivial?"

The blonde haired man walked towards heeseung equating his position.

Jeongin pat his shoulder, "I'm not the only one who has secrets keeping from her. Remember that, cousin."

He was about to walk away but Heeseung thought otherwise. "Just like what I said..." He started, voice louder than before causing jeongin to stop. "That's none of your business, Jeongin." Heeseung turned around walking closer to the other man who turned around to face him. "I don't know why you still concern yourself with y/n. What happened between you two was created because of your lies that also ended years ago. So, just... fucking drop it."

Heeseung keep his sharp stares on jeongin before finally, turning around. The other man, jeongin didn't retort back. His eyes keeping on heeseung's back that was slowly fading into the distance.

Chapter 50 — the connection

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[m1d-45]

(please delete the other one, i forgot to add something 😭)

To: Il Dottore, Segment: Beta.

Snezhnaya, Zalponarny Palace, Basement Laboratory, Room 12.

(the letter was in a gold and white envelope, suprisingly unwilt jasmine flowers glued to the edges, the letter was ontop of a box matching it's aesthetic..)

Hello, Dottore, as your beloved creator, i trust that your research is going well? have you had any recent break throughs? well, this letter is mainly for the younger segments, but 'boattore' too! i love that silly doctor segment. how have you guys been doing in the lab? i know mad scientists like you guys are way too busy to probably read this but it's worth a try! i hope you guys remember to shower and eat while experimenting, can't be a great doctor and do great things on an empty stomach with hunger fatigue, amirite'? well, moving on...don't tell any other of my acolytes but you're on the list of my 6 favourites, i have a list of people for you to experiment on....think of it as a friendship exchange. well...while i sit here, writing this letter on my desk knowing i have classes at my university tomorrow, while it being night, i don't have regrets, sometimes i hope to be a high achiever scholar like you someday,

love you, little crow.

—from, your favourite flirty creator.

(in the box was a fine bottle of wine that pantalone himself couldn't get his hands on ! aswell as a new surgical kit made out of metal with gold accents..a white and pink suit and bow tie ! aswell as a small little plushie of dottore himself.)

dottore has seen many things, due simply to the nature of his work. demons beyond mortal understanding, bound in his office. men with the power of gods delivering paperwork. those same men bickering like fools.

he’s made his own god—even if the balladeer is still in progress, he’d be a fool not to recognize how easily the gnosis took to his form. he’s broken every ethical and moral law, created new ones just to break them again. he’s defied death itself, he’s risen to the second highest rank in the fatui, he’s seen everything and made even more.

and yet, when he walks into his lab, he never expected to see his clones standing around a table, poking and prodding at a mysterious box that he certainly did not put there. he quickly shoved himself to the front, ignoring their questions and picking up the envelope. it was surprisingly decorated for something in his lab, and addressed… to one of his segments?

he frowned.

his beta segment pressed to his side, but his curiosity won out his irritation. the envelope didn’t have a return name or address, so he simply tore it open, probably ripping the paper more than necessary.

every single sentence of your sentence was a surprise.

the first explained how it had gotten into his office, as well as why. but… why would you be interested in his work? even going so far as to give a nickname to one of his segments- calling him mad was expected, but the concern for his- for their health was not.

when you called them your favorite, he smiled. when you outright said you had suggestions for his experiments, he outright laughed.

dottore had long since accepted he had forsaken his creator. and yet, you said you loved him nonetheless. you him a bottle of dandelion wine—the segments ooh’d over that one, since the dawn winery had always made it a point to never sell to snezhnaya—and new tools. the beta segment had snatched whatever pink fabric you had tucked inside, but he was free to inspect the small plush left in the ornate box.

how interesting, he thought, that you had gone through the effort to get the perfect shade of string for his eyes.

[mrsgiovanna]

Comfort (Giorno x Reader)

Just a tiny offering while I'm working on my longer pieces, just GioGio being wonderful and dreamy, suggestive if you squint, mainly self-indulgent fluff.

It had been a very long time since you've had a day like this.... one where everything that could have gone wrong, did. After putting out your umpteenth fire for the day, all you wanted was your bed and cuddles from your beloved.

You had only realised how late it was when you saw Giorno’s name flashing on your screen. Plans to go out for dinner long forgotten, you answered his call with a hoarse voice.

"What's wrong, amore? Replied Giorno's worried voice.

"I've just had better days... I'll be downstairs in a moment, I'm sorry I completely forgot about our plans. Give me five minutes,"

You quickly gathered up your things, and made your way downstairs, trying to straighten yourself in the elevator, you were dismayed by your disheveled appearance. Giorno had been waiting outside the car, ready to envelope you in the tightest, most comforting hug his strength could muster, and only released his hold on you once felt the tension leave your body. Gently cupping your face, he ushered you into the front seat of the car and remained silent, waiting for you to open up if you wished to do so. After hearing your voice on the phone, he resolved to dedicate the evening to making you feel better and putting a smile back on your face again.

You noticed that Giorno was taking the usual route that took you to the beautiful villa that you shared with him.

"Wait, I thought you wanted to go out?"

"I did... but I have a better idea right now, come on, let's just put the day behind us and focus on what matters..."

Giorno had led you inside, and drew you a bath, filling it with some of your favorite blooms, and lavender to help your frayed nerves calm down.

"There, you relax here, and I'll be back in a little bit,"

"Aren't you going to join me?"

"Dinner first, then dessert," he replied with a smirk, and left you to your bath. The temperature and feel were just right, and you could feel the tension dissolving from your muscles with each minute you spent in there. While you were decompressing, Giorno had given the rest of his staff the evening off and called the restaurant to arrange delivery of the meal he wanted to have to the villa instead. He made short work of setting up all your favourites, lit up few scented candles and dotted the room with fresh flowers.

You had finally instilled some sense of calm back into yourself- and the pads of your fingers were wrinkled enough- so you had gotten out of the bath and wrapped yourself in the soft cotton gown, conveniently laid out for you. He really did think of everything you mused as you walked down the hall, following the gentle sound of his movements in the dining room.

"Ah! How do you feel, amore?" He asked, pressing soft kisses all over your face and the exposed part of your shoulders. Your lips found his and you both smiled though your kisses, tangling your fingers through his hair, you murmured your affirmations into the shell of his ear.

"How could anyone remain upset after coming home to this?" Giorno seated you near himself, and you both spent the time chatting about this, and that, conversation had never been difficult for the two of you and you always found yourself marveling at how well you gelled with each other.

You cleared up after dinner, allowing Giorno the opportunity to put on some soft music and light a fire to add to the ambience. There was a certain coziness that central heating couldn't replicate, and over the years you and Giorno had realised that for all the luxury he had access to, it was the little comforts that were priceless to you both. You had just finished loading the dishwasher when you felt his arms wrap over you once more.

"Aww, I wasn't gone for that long, but I'm not one to complain about all this attention,"

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay," he responded, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You turned to face him while still in his arms, linked your fingers behind his neck and started swaying to the song playing in the background.

"All things considered, I'm just perfect..."

[shirefantasies]

hi!!! if you're still doing match-ups i'd love to request one! the ones you've done so far are so cute. so my name is asiya and i am half indian half pakistani. i have long brown hair and brown eyes and my face is pretty pale. i am 5'0 so def on the shorter side LMFAOO. i rlly love reading and writing when i'm not busy with college. i also rlly like to try new foods and go on trips. i also am the occasional baker and chef when i'm not lazy so there's also that. in addition, i rlly like going for walks and listening to music i find that sooo soothing. i'm also a big movie watcher. like if you tell me we're watching a movie i will be tuned in idc. i'm pretty guarded when you first meet me but once i've become comfortable with you it's over bro. i will make jokes and yap 24/7. anyways i hope that's enough information. thank you so much and keep up the great work <3

“oh hey this is asiya again sorry i forgot to add but could you do a lotr match for me tysm <3” Absolutely I can because your man is...

Faramir!

Interest arises in Faramir’s mind the moment he hears a troupe of entertainers has rolled its way to Minas Tirith- quite unusual, indeed. Always one for the arts, though, he is determined to make his way to it at least once while he has the opportunity. After all, they have undertaken the great effort to erect a stage for the benefit of his people. Shuffling into the crowd, Faramir is unsure what to expect right up to the moment the curtain rolls upward, revealing a pair of players. The moment they speak, the setting changes and he is enveloped in story.

So enveloped, in fact, that by the end of it he feels compelled to rise up and make his way backstage with compliments. As soon as the curtain parts, his eyes meet yours, catching the way they flutter in surprise. “My apologies,” he tells you, “I was simply captured by what you showed today. Truly I am grateful to have made my way to your show.” “What,” you ask him, stepping closer, “is your name?” “Faramir, my lady,” he bows slightly, a hand across his chest before it reaches for yours. Letting him take your hand, you incline your head. “Asiya,” you say, “and I admire your love of theatre. Put me before a play and all the world fades.” “Put you in one and you have quite the same effect,” he remarks with a smile.

He cannot help asking if you have seen the great art of Minas Tirith, and when you say no he presses on to inquire if he might be the one to show you. Thus you find yourselves strolling through a great hall before poring over massive, intricate tapestries that have you both musing over the stories behind them, laughing lightly as you all but write a play together from it all. Your presence is natural to Faramir, his whole body relaxing in a way it simply did not around most, and he cannot help hoping you feel the same.

The next time he finds you, you are leaning out a window of all places, waving him down with a lovely grin. You’ve baked some fresh bread and are wondering if he would come in for some; there is soup also, a new recipe. “I suppose I was inspired today,” you joke as Faramir sits across from you. Your eyes shine as you ask him how it is. The picture is calm, domestic, and the whole thing brings heat to his face. When you finish your meal, discussing your favorite books, it is clear neither of you wish the night to end, so you leave for a stroll.

Draping his cloak over your shoulders, Faramir watches your movements, tracks your smile and mirrors it. “Minas Tirith is a place of beauty,” you remark, eyes tracing up to the sky. “It is,” he agrees, his gaze focused solely upon you, “a place of history, of many mighty works of men and yet you bring something new. I wish that the White City could always glow with such creation, such vibrance as you give it.” “Faramir,” you tease, swatting his arm lightly, “is this your way of trying to steal me?” “I would not have you parted from the things that enliven you so, that which brings the smile to your face, and yet I confess Minas Tirith has never shone so as when you entered it.” “Wow,” you reply, gorgeous lips parting and big brown eyes widening, diverting their full attention Faramir’s way, “I had intended to make a joke about your ploy working, but now I’ve simply lost my words entirely. Would that I had a script.”

“Well, you need no script for this.” And thus beneath Minas Tirith’s moonlight, under the shadow of soaring white towers and the glitter of stars alike, your lips met, Faramir’s hand cradling your cheek with tenderness you could never imagine.

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[flwersgarden]

Hi I don't know if you take requests but I had this idea. I remember seeing this

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFeS4UR4/

So could you do it with Elvis ( can be the real Elvis or Austin! Elvis) x reader

If he didn't die and got the help from the reader on his journey to recovery 🌹🌹

note: hey, thank you so much for this request, i enjoy doing funny reqs so i loved this! sorry that it's a bit short tho :( really really sorry but please, i hope you enjoy it <3 (i pictured real elvis writing this but can be read with austin!elvis as well!)

the presley family was a loving family. that's what everyone says about it, and they're not wrong!

your relationship with elvis presley has gone through thick and thin, his drug addiction was certainly a bump in the road but, everytime you thank the lord, he managed to go through it. with your help, he always adds.

right now you were both in a family dinner, now with your wrinkles decorating your face and a small smile in your lips. elvis is sitting next to you, his own wrinkles in his face but instead of watching the tv in front of him, he is just admiring you, kissing your cheek from time to time while you just chuckle, patting his hand that envelops yours. your grandchildren were running in the living room while your children were chatting in the couch at graceland.

you stood up, gently and slowly, elvis grabbing your hand with a little bit more strength.

“ just getting a bottle of water. ” you assure him, another pet in his hand before walking to the kitchen. one of your children accompanying you with a hand on your back, leading you to the fridge.

your oldest grandson takes the chance to sit next to elvis, who just welcomes him with a smile.

“ hey, big boy. ” he says, chuckling while ruffling his hair.

“ hey, grandpa. ” he nods towards him, looking at you with lisa; both of you laughing at some inside joke. “ can i ask you something? ” he suddenly says.

elvis nods though, watching the both of you for a while before setting his gaze in the big television in front of him; listening to some news.

“ after sixty-five years, you still call grandma 'honey', 'darling'... 'beautiful'. what's the secret? ” he asks with raised eyebrows, sipping coffee while waiting for the answer.

a second passes before elvis smirks and leans his head towards him, his voice isn't silent though. “ i forgot her name five years ago and i'm sacred to ask her. ”

his grandson burst out laughing, a bit of his coffee leaving his mouth. at the same time, elvis feels a light hit in the head.

“ you... asshole. ” your adorable voice says out loud, making everyone in the room laugh. elvis too.

“ honey, you would've hit me harder before so i'm glad you caught me now. ”

you chuckle, your grandson stands up and helps you sit. all the family with a smile on their faces. you kiss his cheek as a way to show him you're not that mad and elvis smiles at it, he loves your kisses in any way or form.

a moment of silence passes before you speak up again.

“ if i was a bit more younger, i would've beat your ass for that. ”

everyone laughs again.

[xtremestratusfaction]

Meeting Trish Stratus & Lita during the Niagara Falls Comic Con (June 10th, 2023)

Yes, I met Trish Stratus for the first time AND Lita for the second time on Saturday !! In fact, this trip to Niagara Falls was planned a long time ago as a part of my sabbatical in Canada. I was very excited because it was also the first official schedule of Team Bestie since their match at Wrestlemania 39 ! 

The trip from Toronto was very smooth, as well as the organization for the entrance of the attendees (I arrived at the venue at 9:30 AM). The problems began when we started to wait in line for the autographs and selfies sessions. The staff was asking us to wait in a ‘snake line’ ; as a result, many people didn’t know where the lines would start or finish. It was very confusing, to say the least. There was also a different line for people with VIP passes and priority ticket holders ; even though the normal line was at capacity, the staff still let them enter, causing frustration and more waiting. This was the only flaw though, because everything went out pretty well during the day. 

The first person I went to meet was Trish : she was super nice !! She said ‘Hello, nice to meet you!’ and asked me my name for the autograph ; as she was signing, I told her that I was from France and she started to speak French a bit ! Her accent was very cute, if I may add ! I then explained that I was studying English in order to get a promotion at my job, and she asked me what I was doing for a living. She then surprised me by telling me that my English was actually quite good, and we kept on talking when she asked me my opinion about living in Toronto. We took the selfie picture and I gave her my letter ; she thanked me by holding my hand. I said that I would see her later for the Op and she HUGGED ME. I was so overwhelmed that I forgot to take the autographed picture while leaving her booth, so she had to give it to me ahaha It was so unreal, because even though the line was very long, she still took the time to have a real conversation with me. She had a way of making every person feel special... She is simply amazing !

After that, I quickly grabbed my lunch and started to get in line for the Photo Op I had with both Trish & Lita. Like in every Photo Op photoshoot, you have to be quick and efficient. Sweet detail : before the picture, Amy stroked my back to calm me 😢 . Once the picture was taken, I said my goodbyes and left. I didn’t have the time to register what happened because I had to get in line for the last time of the day for Amy !

In this particular case, the waiting was bearable ; I noticed that the lines were generally less longer than with Trish (the “local wrestling legend” effect?). Cute story : the Kenz was there ! She was in a bag near to Amy’s feet. Amy only took her out once, but I think the Kenz was napping the rest of the time. Another cute story : Amy’s agent during this event was a French woman ! She found out when she heard my accent while I bought the combo I wanted. Anyway, I went to Amy, introduced myself and told her that it was the second time we met, to which she replied, “Really? It’s nice to see you again!”. I told her that I was French so she asked me what I was doing in Canada ; I explained to her the same I did with Trish. I admitted that I felt more comfortable than in 2017 because my English was better, and she happily said “it’s ok, also because we are among friends, right?”. We took a picture together and I gave my other letter to her ; she complimented the origami envelope I did for it and put it in her bag (she told me that she would read it in the evening). She wished me good luck for my studies and we said our goodbyes. Our whole interaction really warmed my heart.  

As a conclusion, I would say that this day was probably one of the best in my life. Lots of waiting but lots of emotions and a good spirit in general. Canadian wrestling fans are very funny and passionate, it was a pleasure to talk to some of them. I am very proud of being a fan of such gracious, kind and beautiful women. If you have the opportunity to meet them, you should definitely go, it is truly worth it. 

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

winter problem

"Teaching?" Estinien rumbled. He reached out, and Riven let herself be pulled in. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, relaxing against the elezen's chest.

"A condition of getting my Mastery. Every so often, the Limsan Arcanist's Guild requires that it's graduates spend some time teaching actual hands-on arcanistry to the novices." She said. "Normally this isn't a problem, I'd just request to be slotted in for the winter term." Fall had arrived, and with it the debate on where Riven and the others wanted to berth for the winter--and what they would be doing. Augustine, Reinhardt and Mathye had duties in Ishgard--Reinhardt would be going back out on dragoon patrols, and Augustine and Mathye would have their hands full with holy duties--this particular year was fairly important in the Ishgardian church calendar. Sebastian had been invited to be a visiting professor at the Scholasticate, and Riven had been planning on finishing off a research paper or two.

"Considering the blistering string of profanity unleashed when you read that letter, I'm sensing there's some sort of problem." Estinien said, wrapping his arms around Riven's waist and resting his chin atop her head. He peered down at the fine parchment paper, the aetherical-wax sealed envelope still displaying its glyphs from when Riven had opened it.

"They forgot to ask me." Heads were probably rolling in the Guild's administrative office right now, Riven thought. "And from the looks of it, double-booked other alumni for teaching duties. I don't know who did this schedule--" Estinien watched as Riven held up several papers with tables drawn on them.

"But there's no way I can get in. Or rather I could get in, but I don't want to, because I don't want to add to the stress the schedulers are already under, nor pile even more on the students. Synnove's one of the teachers, her Mathematical Problems in Standard Aether Field Theory is a fairly rigorous course, then they've got Sunlan's Applied Allagan Physics In Aether Behavior, then Zoda's Quantum Aether Theor--aah?!" Riven found herself suddenly falling back slightly, Estinien bending over to silence her with a kiss. He withdrew after several moments, Riven blinking owlishly up at him.

"What was that for?"

"To make sure you still speak Common." Estinien countered, not blinking as Riven thwapped him with the papers she still held. "Also since teaching in Limsa is out, can you fulfill this elsewhere?"

"I could, but do you understand how much of a fucking pain it is to arrange for a visiting scholar to come teach at any other location than their native school?" Riven replied archly, sitting back up. "And I'm not doing it in Sharlayan."

"Sebastian doesn't seem to have had any problems."

"Sebastian hasn't had any problems because quite frankly Ishgard's attempts at magical education outside of 'all Halone all the time' are shite."

"Then you shouldn't have any either." Estinien countered. He watched as Riven scooted around on her butt to face him, eyes narrowed.

"Wait. Are you suggesting that I teach arcanistry there?" She asked.

---

Synnove belongs to @dragons-bones , thanks to her and @chysgoda for figuring out class names!

[i-am-still-bb]

Hurtless: a Britchell fic in three parts

-

“The stones are from Asgard,” Olaf said, gesturing to the engraved stones in a circle on the ground with the sword.

“Where ‘gard?” Axl asked.

“Norse god home.”

Axl took a deep breath that sounded like he was trying to prevent himself from rolling his eyes and started to step into the ring.

“Oh, take off your clothes,” Anders interrupted.

“What?” Axl asked, incredulous with a disbelieving laugh.

“Look, you don’t have to,” Olaf said assuringingly to Axl who was now backing away from the circle.

Anders repeated himself, “Trust me, take off your clothes.”

“Gayest god ever,” Ty quipped.

“I loved that jacket, it was totally ruined,” Anders replied bitterly.

-

          Meeting

“Hey, Andy!” Mat chirped as Anders pushed open the employee’s entrance of Bean of the Gods.

“It’s Anders.” Anders had little hope that Mat would listen. It had been 6 days a week for 3 weeks. Anders corrected him each time. And each time it made no difference.

He hung his denim jacket on a hook. He looked at the patches sewn onto the fabric and a faint smile. He checked the stitching on the most recent one, a blue and white CTA (Chicago Transit Authority) circle patch. He’d only had red thread and it stood out against the solid white border on the patch. But it was secure.

“It’s nearly 7.”

“I know, I know,” Anders grumbled and reached for the golden apron hanging in his locket. At least his name tag had the right name.

-

“Why doesn’t anyone just get a black coffee with sugar or cream? Or a tea?” Anders was wiping down the counter after the pre-work rush of men and women in suits with thin ties and shoes that pinched.

“Would you pay $3 for a black coffee when you could just make it at home?”

“I do!” Anders gestured toward his cardboard cup of coffee by the register.

“And on our wages at that…”

Anders shrugged and took a sip of his quickly cooling coffee.

With everything clean and put away and the mid-morning pick-me-up rush still a little over 30 minutes away Anders pulled a book from his locket and leaned over the counter reading the yellowed pages of Herman Hesse’s Siddartha.

“I forgot this.”

“Your balls?” Anders asked without looking up.

“Rude,” Mat said. “This.” He dropped an envelope next to Anders’ elbow. “Someone bought one of those,” he gestured to the poems and scattered drawings that were clipped to a length of clothesline running along the wall.

“Really?” The book flopped shut. Anders opened the envelope to find a crisp $50 bill, far more than the hopefully optimistic $10 price tag he had put on it. “Who? When?”

Mat shrugged. “Some dude. Before you came in this morning. It was still dark.”

Anders stuffed the envelope into the pocket of his jeans. He looked at the line of papers—some his own, but others belonging to other employees or to regular patrons, often art students from UChicago—and tried to pick out what the man had bought.

“Was he a regular?”

Mat shrugged again. “Why? Looking for a sugar daddy?” he teased. “I think you’d be out of luck with that one. I nearly just told him to leave because he looked homeless. Who wears combat boots with tracksuit bottoms?”

-

The L was pretty empty this early in the morning.

He was normally still burrowed deep in his blanket in the “room” that he rented in a house far from the city center. He still was not convinced that it hadn’t been a coat closet that someone had punched a hole into to add a window—a legal requirement for something to be a bedroom. It was barely large enough for the twin sized mattress on the floor and an upturned milk crate for a table and several in another that held his clothes and the odds and ends that he had acquired since landing at O’Hare a month ago.

But he was curious about the person that had bought his sketch. It had to be the one of the eyes looking out of the darkness with an almost-Haiku scratched into the dark charcoal with an eraser.

He had to see who had bought it. Even if just for a moment.

“You’re early,” Mat accused.

Anders shrugged and moved to make himself a pour over.

“Money then coffee,” Mat held out his hand.

Anders fished two crumbled dollar bills and some coins from his pocket.

“I’ll get that.”

Anders and Mat both looked up sharply. They had not heard the bell over the door ring when the man entered. Anders would later swear that it had not.

“And I’ll get a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream.”

Mat moved quickly after ringing the order up.

“Thanks.” Anders dropped his money back into his pocket.

“Would you be the “A. Johnson” that draw some of those pictures?”

Anders nearly inhaled some of his coffee. “Yeah. That’d be me. But I think you misread the price,” he fumbles with one hand for the envelope still in his back pocket, “it was only supposed to be $10.”

“I know.”

“Oh.”

They looked at each other in silence. There was the hum of machinery as Mat made the man’s drink. Anders boldly took in the man’s appearance, the boots and tracksuit bottoms, the bomber jacket over a very worn graphic t-shirt, the long hair, pale skin, and the red lips. Anders felt uncomfortably warm, but he did not stop staring. There was a small smirk on the man’s face, like he knew that he was being ogled and he didn’t mind at all.

“Ireland?” Anders asked to break the silence.

A nod. “New Zealand?”

“Yeah.”

“Mitchell,” the man offered his hand.

Anders’ automatically took it, his other hand burning the the heat of his coffee through the cardboard. “Anders.”

Mat put the drink down on the counter and looked at them both.

Mitchell released Anders’ hand and took the drink with its obscene mound of whipped cream.

“Wait!” Anders said, rounding the counter, nearly spilling his drink with his quick movements. “When will you be back?”

The man turned, an amused expression on his face. “Maybe tonight, maybe this same time tomorrow, maybe never.” He reached out and fixed the collar of Anders’ denim jacket. “Nice jacket, Anders.”

This time it was Anders’ turn to be consumed by someone’s eyes. He flushed, but he boldly stared back.

Mitchell’s smirk was back.

And then he was gone.

[imlyfie]

Vincenzo headcannon

After three years of being the Cassano mafia boss and taking care (wiping out) their rivals aka Lucianos and relocsting the Cassanos to their original home cack in Italy after the disaster that was Paolo's leading, Vincenzo readily gives the job to someone else, say his cousin and his wife is the main consigliere of the family now.

He does not have many responsibilities but because of his connections, reputation, skills, bonds and the fact he cannot just part with the mafia, Vincenzo becomes a part-time consigliere where Ie usually becomes an ambassador of sorts cleaning up the trash (like babel but like 10% downscale). His main job is to take care of and run the safe haven that is Pagliuzza and it's residents. So Vin gets in touch with Mr Ahn and Mr Cho where they have cleared his name and created a new identity and personal particulars with the name Oh Joo Hyung.

Vinny takes the legal exam to become a lawyer in Korea and gets his license online (idk if it's real bear with me here it's a headcanon).

After the initial shock and get-together of the Geumga Plaza, Jipuragi has an additional member to its growing team of one paralegal and paralegal in training, one hell of a tenacious lawyer who also dubs as a CEO and three interning lawyers, an new lawyer by the name Oh Joo Hyung arrives.

And there is gossip from the interns that the two older, experienced lawyers are long lost lovers who reunited from their long distance relationship and decided to work back to strengthen their marriage.

Our resident couple decides to humour them and the other teamts as well, mainly because why not.

And besides, it's not like a confirmed relationship on paper to show the government is gonna change their dynamic of finger flicks bets on whose method of convincing their witnesses or where they sleep together in the fluffy bedroom of the mini apartment, where a certain pigeon has visited again after a three-year-long break and has learnt manners, to increase convinience, or its tying up money-hungry detective and threatening them by kicking the wheeled chair off an abandoned building.

Their marriage is not a big deal. It just happens so suddenly and secretly. It starts with him casually joking about it in one of their pillow talks.

This leads to her sending him an envelope via post which contained a contract for the registration of a marriage certificate with her signature already on it.

He returns it to her casually the next day along with the other documents for their current case, followed by a box. Form signed and a box containing a ring. Her ring. She raises an eyebrow and catches the sight of his left hand's ring finger already sporting a platinum band with a plate encrusting small diamonds. No wonder he had shoved that hand in his pocket long than usual. From her desk, she could see that bastard smirking like no tomorrow, hiding behind his papers.

After everyone has left and it's just the two of them, Vincenzo well now Joo Hyung is now stopped by Cha Young straddling him holding out the box to him

"I don't recall you asking me to marry you"

"I definitely did, remember three years back? Surrounded by an orchestra and flashing cameras? And art gallery was it? Ragusang. You forgot to process the papers so they were delayed sweetie."

"Omo! Yah, that wasn't you it was Mr Anderson wasn't it darling"

"Hmmm, fair point."

*takes ring and holds it out but instead of and awkward hesitancy, he leans into her ear and asks*

"Will you marry me"

*she smirks and pulls him by his tie to crash their lips together as he slips the ring onto her finger*

"I better go process the registration then."

"Hmmm, yeah you do that, makgeolli and ramyeon tonight?"

"Add fried chicken, beef jerky and pajeon as well. Oohh! Also buy soju and wine and whiskey. I wanna get wasted tonight. Ah! It's a great day to be alive!"

The next day Mr Nam sees their hands and sends a picture to the Geumga plaza chat group the photo.

It blows up with replies varying from "Finally!" "Why weren't we invited, I made him my baby girl's godfather" "He's a mafia you idiot, we cant be there for safety reasons." "Wait, they were not married three years ago?"

For Vincenzo and Cha Young, weddings were a waste of time and money and an unhealthy amount of words and worries That doesn't mean they didn't go to Pagliuzza for their honeymoon, rather honey month, and took endless wedding photos with Cha Yong rocking every dress from satin ball gowns to mermaid styled body cons with tulle accents and to velvet evening dresses.

[mxdarling]

[Poetry time]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

ೃ⁀➷: summary: you weren't expecting a love letter to appear on your desk, especially from someone you very much like.

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 453

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: {Link}

ೃ⁀➷: era: !

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me.

[Warnings:] fluff, shitty poem writing, reader is hopelessly romantic, mentions of fear of rejection, ooc tsumugi aoba, rushed ending.

[GN reader.]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Tsumugi Aoba;

You never expected to find a love poem, much less find one on your desk.

You've never been the type of person to send or receive love letters or love poems of any kind. You had no crushes to declare your love to, and even if you did, you'd chicken out in confessing due to fear of rejection.

Consider the individual you had a significant crush on in high school who had the arrogance to dump your love letter in the garbage can in front of you. Oh, how that broke your romantic heart so deeply.

Another example is your ex-best friend, with whom you broke up after they realized they didn't feel the same way about you. After that, you stopped communicating with them. Thankfully, you have given up your friendship with them and your feelings for them. However, it still stung. Perhaps if you had taken some action, you two could still be friends.

But the past is the past, and it cannot be changed.

After spending too much time daydreaming about former loves, you almost forgot about the love poem you are holding. It came in a lovely envelope. Directly in the center, where you're supposed to open it, is a small heart.

You carefully opened the envelope, being careful not to wrinkle it. It had so much significance since, after all, it was a love poem. You took the letter out of the envelope and saw how neatly the paper was folded. It appears that someone put a lot of work into this. So you hope it's not a joke and that it genuinely is a love poem because if it is, that will simply add to your previous failed mission of finding someone who likes you back.

You then unfolded the paper, and began to read the contents written on the paper you were holding.

[Written version:]

A beautiful star

I’ve spent most of my days looking at you from afar Admiring you like you’re a star One from million up in the sky Yet you were only one that caught my eye You, the star shining the darkening night Blessing me with your glorious light I can feel my breath quicken whenever I look at you Wishing you’d feel the same way too Mustered the courage to finally give this letter In hopes of finally being together

To: [Last name] [First name] From: Aoba Tsumugi

You pondered the love poem you had just read and the person who had given it to you after you had finished it.

Tsumugi Aoba... is the one who gave you the love poem.

What are the possibilities? You like the same person who gave you the poetry. You must be having a lucky day! Not everyone can have their crush like them back. Very few end up having their feelings respond in kind. Even while having such intense feelings for someone already seems intense, knowing that those feelings are shared makes you feel warm and joyful within.

Right now, you're experiencing that, with a big smile on your face and ear-to-ear flush on their face. They take the love poetry close to their heart and hold it there.

The next time you see him, you should possibly express your feelings to him.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

[a/n; Hello sorry have been kind of dead lately, been burnt out from all the school work. I'm also sorry for not making any updates I tend to forget I have a writing blog lmao, but to make up for it here's a writing for a twitter ensemble stars prompt I've bookmarked. It might take a couple months for me to post the requests seeing as I haven't started writing yet. But slowly but surely I'll finish it just be patient with me😭!! Anyways have a great day/afternoon/night!!]

[a-simp-20]

Hi there!!

First off, Happy New Year!! And I came to know that it was your birthday a few days ago too, so sorry for being late but I wanna wish you a very happy belated birthday too😘😘😘💖💖

Since your requests are finally open again, and since I had said last month that I'd request sth when you did open , could I request some Kento fluff (maybe with a teensy bit angst if you'd like!) where it's like, they somehow happen to meet completely randomly and hit it off and are all friendly and everything, but the both of them start harboring feelings for each other but neither wants to confess bc they're nervous? And then it's fluff in the end?

Thank you💖

💕Confessions💕 [Kento Yamazaki X Reader]

AIB Cast Masterlist

Note: - Yay! I was going to find your user but I forgot what you user name was!, so glad you're back!. Also thanks for the wishes! And happy 2022 to you too!

- yellow + Italics +[] = [Song Lyrics]

Characters: Kento Yamazaki, Y/n, Suda Masaki, Dori Sakurada, Keita Machida (maybe I'll add him to the masterlist too-)

Summary: You met the actor Yamazaki Kento so suddenly at a summer festival. You two became close and started to get feelings for each other..but both are too afraid to confess!

Warning!: jealous! Kento, Yelling (from kento to reader)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: none

Tags: @hyunsuks-beanie another Kento fic!, thanks for requesting friend!..i tried doing the angst and i really like how it goes! And nice request! (Also sorry if it took too long! I've been busy with school! 😭)

Enjoy!~

{-YOASOBI. Tracing That Dream}

[Beautiful flowers decorating the night sky The light tightly enveloped the city sound]

"Okay, guess I'll see you next time"

"Sure Kenken..see you soon"

"Okay, bye and have a good night rest"

[Beep]

You sighed and put your phone on your bed side drawer. You settled yourself in your bed, looking at your rooms ceiling thinking about your feelings for the young Actor that you just met a month ago. You would always wonder on how you two became friends so quickly, usually normal celebrities would just walk away if they ever bumped into their fans they would instantly walk away while apologizing..but Kento was different, he instead talked to you through out the whole intire hour as the time passes by.

"I wonder how he feels about me..in the summer festival.."

[1 Month ago..]

The sound of the festivals chimes and music passes your ears as you sat there alone wearing a Kimono and holding a wish paper that you bought from the shrine "Good luck huh?" You say to yourself, looking down at the tiny scroll that say's "Good luck: you will find good luck for this year's summer, and may find your true love"

You sighed and got up the bench that you sat on, still holding the tiny scroll in your Hands. You are not alone at the festival, you Were with your two big sisters and their husbands..which was awkward. At first you didn't actually wanted to go to the summer festival, but your mom says that you needed some fresh air so you just go for it.

Now you're here alone, both of your sisters said that they forgot you were with them and just went back home, "Why am I still here anyways?, with this useless wish paper that has nothing but words of hope in them."you continue to walk through the festival, seeing people with their friends and family doing festivities and buying warm food, you kept walking as you almost made it to the exit until you bumped into someone "Ah! I'm sorry, i didn't know where i was going" You say and looked up to see a tall figure with a plastic bag that had a gold fish in it and a wish paper in his hand "Ah it's okay, i was just going in to return this fish..turns out my niece didn't wanted it" He chuckles and you realized he's Yamazaki Kento, a very handsome and clean man "Ah! You're- I'm sorry I should go-" "No wait!..i- well..i-" "Kento!" Someone yells at him from behind as another man that is shorter than Kento and looks way more calmer than the nervous Kento that is in front of you "I've been looking for you everywhere, oh and By the way your brother and his family said they have to go home since their daughter is tired" It was Masaki Suda, another famous Actor you knew that is close to Kento Yamazaki for a very long time now.

"Oh! Sorry! Are you Kento's friend??" He asked with a soft smile on his face "Oh uh.. No we just happened to bump into each other that's all Suda-san" Dori says smiling at him "Ah~ i see, well since the three of is are all here..why not we all get to know each other and i'll treat us all for Ramen?, i know it's sudden but-" "It's okay!- i mean i would love to" You said smiling.

[Present..]

It is already morning in a blink of an eye. You got off your bed and got ready for work, it's a Coincedince actually that you got a job because of Kento, you now Work at his friends Egency that he introduced you to him back in 2021. After getting ready and preparing your bento you got out of your house and locked it behind you. After locking your house you made your way to the bus Station, it wasn't that far from your housing complex.

After waiting the bus finally came and you got in then payed for your bus ride, told the driver where you were heading and went to sit at any spot available inside the bus.

[A few minutes later..]

You got out of the bus as you finally made it to Amuse Inc. A very tall and high building, a incorporation of famous and new Japanese actors and actresses/Stage Actor/actresses and more. You got into the building and went inside the elevator "Wait! Don't close the door!" You heard a male voice say as you pushed the '< >' button as the man got inside the elevator as the door's closed "Oh it's you!, Kento's Friend right?" The man said and you looked up To see the Actor Sakurada Dori "Oh..uh hey!.. Yeah I'm his friend, I'm glad I got a job here because of him.. And you! You too Mr.Sakurada" "Don't call me Mr! I feel old now.." He says frowning while stretching his face, the door opens to your floor "Uh- I gotta go yeah sorry" "Oh yeah sure! Say you wanna hang out with me and Kento after we Shoot?" "Yeah yeah sure!" You yelled while walking "Alright! I'll let him know! Bye bye!" You didn't heard what he said as you got your desk and started working on some files for the models, and some magazines you need to read then take notes of, and other stuff that the company gave you.

You sighed to yourself as you worked at anything that they gave you. You couldn't even focus because he was stuck in your mind ever since last night's conversation with him. He couldn't leave your mind, you so really want to confess your love to Kento but you feel anxious whether if you want to confess to him or not. Than you suddenly remember on what Dori asked you, if you wanted to spend the time with him and Kento this Afternoon after they shoot for their new series that they are both in and you realize that you accepted Dori's Offer.

After that it was finally time for you to go and meet up with Dori And Kento at the studio. Dori texted you to come out of the building cause he and Kento decided to pick you up from the agency to the studio. You got up from your desk and packed up your things as you went inside the elevator to go to the first floor.

The door of the elevator opened as you got pit of it. You were now in front of the building as you searched on which car they were in until you heard someone call your name "Y/n! Over here!" A very familiar voice shouts as you saw Dori waving his hand from inside a car on the back seat of the car as Kento's head also poked out of it in the other seat of the back of the car that was back of the passenger seat. In the car there are two back seat's, one in the usual spot and one at the very back. You went you went towards the car as you got in it sitting right next to Kento, the other seat right next to Dori was occupied by his other friend that is from another agency Keita Machida. Both Dori and Kento were still in their characters costumes except for Keita cause his character wasn't supposed to be in today's shoot, he just decided to come along to hang out with the three.

"So where are we going first?" Keita asked the three, Dori responding to his question "Well maybe we should eat first! I'm hungry!" "Uh..Dori you just ate rice with meat and an egg..aren't you full?" Kento asked "Well I have separate stomach for more food Yamaken!" He chirps with a wide grin on his face "Seeing you with you hair down with hair gel and piercing's on tour face while smiling is weird Sakurada" Keita chuckles "Hey! Watch it I love my face covered in these cool looking piercing's! Don't you agree Y/n Chan?" Dori asked looking at you with a smile "yeah! You look great Dori" You say giggling. Kento was right next to you just looking at how great if you and Dori would become a couple, seeing on how both you and Dori's liking's are the same..Kenro felt something weird inside him. His chest started to hurt as he looks at you then to Dori then to you again, seeing you smile on hearing Dori talk hurts him.

He shrugs it off for awhile as you all made it to the restaurant on where the three of you decided to eat at. The restaurant was more like a shop than a fancy restaurant itself, but hey at least it had food!. The four of them sat together facing the other person, You were sitting right next to Keita and right in front of you was Dori, Kento beside him. This made Kento more hurt and furious, but he just acted like everything was fine to him even though it wasn't "So what do you guys want to order?" You say finally not being anxious anymore on talking to the three boys "How about curry?, that sounds great right Yamaken?" Dori ask him as he pat's Kento on the back "Oh yeah! It sounds great." Kento says smiling a bit "Then I'll have the same" Keita says and so do you.

Kento called for the Waitress near them and ordered the curry's that you all want and your drinks. The four of you began waiting for you food and drink's to arrive by talking about your day and work, you looked at Kento and saw that he wasn't speaking anything, a frown was on his face "So Kento, how was your day at the shoot?" You ask him with a warm smile on your face as he looks up at you and the other two boy's "Oh, it went well. Playing as the Main character can be hard sometimes but, it's also quite fun too" He say's smiling bit.

The food and drinks finally arrive as they were placed on the table. The aroma of the curry immediately hit's you as your stomach growl's and Kento chuckles, you blushed and smiled at him and went back to look down at your curry as you grabbed your spoon to scoop the delicious looking food "This is good!" Dori chirps happily and continues to eat the curry.

After eating it was already evening and the four of you made a choice to walk at a nearby park. The driver stopped at a Park that was filled with lamp posts and a cement oath that led to several house looking decks to cover yourself if there were to be raining "Wanna go for a walk?" Kento asked you and you just nodded "Don't mind us! We'll be just wandering around here!" Dori yells as he went to another path that was the right "Same here!" Keita say's and went to the right path of the park, leaving just the both of you to Go straight ahead.

The light of the lamp posts shining you and Kento's path, since it was already night time. You and Kento continue to walk through the cold night under the moonlight that is shining above the both of you "Kento, I saw you looking upset today..i was just wondering what's going on? You can tell me anything." You say as you stopped at your tracks as Kento stopped right in front of you, as he turned around "Oh you noticed?.. I- it was nothing" "Are you sure-" "YES I'M SURE!!" He yell's and you froze on the spot, you never seen him luke this before or even yell before "I'm sorry for yelling at you it's just..hard to say it to you on what i was thinking.." He say's and cover's his face and he crouches down still covering his view from you.

He didn't want to see you, or even hear your voice from what he just did. He Yelled at you, the woman that he likes the most that he thinks likes his close friend that is also his neighbor "Kento." You say with a hushed voice as you approached his crouching figure, you crouched in front of him as you gently open both of his hands from his face. You met to see his face, eyes reed and puffy from crying in silence as he looks up to see your soft expression

"Kento.."

"Y-y/n, i'm sorry the truth is that i was jealous on seeing how talkative you Were towards Dori." He say's with a smile on his face "Damn i feel like a total kid now..crying over a simple thing, just like how my big Brother reacted when i was given all the attention because I was still young and he was older..but hey he learned that having a little brother isn't that bad" He chuckles and so did you "Okay number one why are we talking about your brother now?.. And second, I don't like Dori if that males you better Kento" You say and smiled at him.

This time you smiled at Him and not someone else, He made you smile this time. He finally done it, and he thinks to himself if he wants to confess now to later,"Kento" You say his name that made him snap out of his thoughts, as you got up and hold out your hand for him to grab. He grabbed your hand to stand up until you hugged him as he said those final words that you barely could hear if the words he said were true.

"I'm in love with you..Y/n"

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[look up,

Final of the fireworks is now here wrapping over two

World of no sound in the silence, you speak “I’m in love with you”]

[sexydreamgirl]

Hi Hera, I've been your follower for about two weeks and this is the first time I'm sending an ask in; so I thought there is no better time than for it to be when talking about my sp.

let's call her Helia (that is her third middle name). we were best friends since we were 4 until we were 12.

We were neighbours (our families still are) and so we would often go to pre-school and primary school together in the same car. We used to have so much fun at school and at parties. Looking back, I did act like an idiot at times in our final year and I think it contributed to us slowly drifting apart. I was kind of a cocky asshole when I was 11-12 because I thought it was so cool that I was going to an international boarding school an hour away while she went to our local high school.

And during that the first couple months of the first year of high school, while we still saw each other some weekends because we played in the same hockey team, when she quit the team and because we didn't see each other elsewhere and because I was too caught up in my new school life and friends to see how much I wanted to stay friends, we completely drifted apart, and so we never saw or talked to each other again.

I'm so thankful and glad I grew out of that, I wish it had never happened the way it did.

I used to check her Facebook every now and then but never reached out. I even made a new Facebook account a few years but never gathered the courage to add her as a friend again.

About a month and a half ago, I met her again at a mutual friend's party for the first time in 10 years. I wasn't going to go but decided to last minute.

She jokes that she manifested us meeting again but I know that she is telling the truth. She speaks often of how much she missed me and I missed her so much, too.

I think I manifested it, too. I had been told my our mutual friend that she had invited Helia but that she wasn't able to come. I remember thinking "I want her to come to the party" and then I just forgot about it. But after I had been there for about 30 minutes, she walked in wearing this satin emerald dress and I was just so in awe. I always am when it comes to her.

Back when we were younger I never had a crush on her, all the women I have dated and been attracted to while I was in high school and after graduating have been complete opposites of her.

But it's as if that now she's in front of me, I can't take my eyes off of her.

She was always tall, I remember her telling me she is 6'0 now, about 5 inches shorter than me. We laugh about it at times because for so long I was always so short and she stood so tall next to me.

I remember when we were kids, we were complete opposites. I was this hyper, exuberant boy while she was this shy and timid girl. But we just clicked and managed balanced each other out.

It's like in her presence I become so weak – in the best way you can imagine.

She has this wavy dark brown-black hair that reaches her waist, and a slim, toned hourglass body, she has like 11 ear piercings and her style is just so fucking good, like a high fashion model.

She fondly calls me angel, it makes my cheeks go red and she always teases me about it.

She looks like a goddess. She is one. She rarely wears any make-up, she can wake up or be hungover and still look so fucking beautiful, she's so lovely and kind and she's so charismatic and charming that it makes me nervous. Whenever we go somewhere, and she walks in, all eyes are on her for the whole time we're there. And her face, the way she carries herself, her body...sometimes she'll just smile or look at me or I glance at her from across the room and I become all flustered.

She does these little things when you're near her, when she laughs she'll grab your fingers and squeeze them. Or when she's bored or daydreaming she'll gently run her nails over your skin. And when she hugs you, she envelopes you so wholly that you almost want to melt into her.

She has dimples, too, and I remember the first time I saw her smile for me in person, I just wanted to fold into myself and disappear from happiness but not before going over and softly kissing her dimples.

She is half Filipino, a quarter Swedish and a quarter Norwegian; and is a record producer, dancer and choreographer.

She's manifested wealth and many other things as she practices the law of assumption, and was the one who introduced me to it. She used to have a tumblr blog but has since left to focus on other things. But I'm glad that is so, otherwise she would've definitely read this and known immediately that it's me.

We've gotten so close these past few weeks, it's like we never spent 10 years apart. She's beautiful and I'm happy when I'm with her. I'm manifesting for us to be together.

We're going out tonight. I'm typing this as I'm sitting in her loungeroom, she is getting ready at the moment. I know she'll look amazing. She always does.

I'll let you know how it goes!

- 🌰

Oh my god. I actually cannot believe I was chosen to be graced with what I can confidently describe as the best SP gush I have ever received. The empathetic response I felt reading this was just immeasurable and it’s like I felt the butterflies in my stomach on your behalf. Both of you are so lucky to have one another and I hope to get invited to your wedding. I am so happy you’ve made the decision to pick am emoji and please, do not hold back from providing mutual extensive detail in future updates... god this is the sweetest thing I’ve ever read.