#and most of my coworkers are former music kids

[kentucky-daisey]

It’s been eight years since i sang in a choir and ten years since i was in band, but the theatre director at work decided to start a choir and our first rehearsal is this Monday and i am genuinely so excited. I feel emotional just thinking about it.

Life has been hard lately and i can’t wait to experience the joy of making music with other people again.

[thesupreme316]

WAAAAAAIT

BECAUSE I HAD AN AMAZING IDEA...

What if we got a Hook x Reader,

and the reader is a former mixed martial artist, who is in the crowd to support him during a pay-per view... and maybe its a match with Sammy and Tay, maybe Tay gets into the match and said reader jumps over the barricade attacking Tay and she (reader) had been secretly signed to aew (surprising Hook)

Everything That I Wanted (Part 1?)

Pairing: Hook x Reader

Word Count: 1087 (my bad playa)

Genre: Fluff, Angst? (If you wanna call it that.)

Warning(s): none….I think. there’s a woman suplexing a man.

Supreme Speaks (like an author’s note): thank you so much for my first headcanon/request!!! I would have made this into a story but I have doubts about my writing skills. this can be a one-shot or it can be the first part of a mini-series, depending. 

You were considered one of the best in mixed martial arts, at such a young age. You’ve battled all around the world, going against opponents of various sizes, and winning multiple championships

You built a great reputation for yourself

So when news broke that you were withdrawing from the sport, many people were confused. They didn’t know what you would do next: Music? Acting? Writing?

But you always wanted to be a wrestler and no one knew that more than your best friend Tyler

aka AEW’s Hook

You knew each other since you moved to New York when you were a kid. Ever since then, you and the cold-hearted handsome devil have been inseparable

And handsome he was…

To the point that you started having a crush on your childhood best friend

Maybe it was the way he protected and cared for you, even though you are truly capable of it yourself (obviously). Or maybe he always had late-night conversations with you about the most random topics. Or maybe, and most likely, it was the way he made you feel like you were the only girl who mattered to him

The man makes time for you, gets you matching hoodies, and lets you style his hair.

It started going to the point where people thought you two were dating; which you both actively denied while blushing many times.

However, it’s gotten to the point where you can no longer deny your feelings

When you decided to walk into the world of professional wrestling, Taz, the legendary wrestler, and your best friend’s dad decided to train you and prepare you for the industry

While you have been training for months on end, you were shocked that AEW wanted to sign you.

Finally, you felt like your childhood dreams were coming true. This all leads up to Grand Slam… your surprise debut night

And one of the biggest nights in Tyler’s career; as he was teaming up with Action Bronson (his favorite rapper and idol) against the J.A.S, a group that neither you nor he could stand.

He didn’t know that you were signed yet, but he did know you were gonna be there cheering him on. You sat in the front row, wearing a Hook shirt with a big smile and all, making the crowd pop at just your appearance.

You enjoyed the show; watching all the action and your future coworkers put on hit-after-hit matches. Then…came your best friend making his entrance with Bronson rapping The Chairman’s Intent live

As Tyler walked around the ring, he gave you the most determined look you have ever seen from him. Once he was at the stairs, as he looked around the arena; his eyes fell on you.

You could have sworn you saw them soften before he winked at you and stepped inside the ring

Even though you had a tough exterior, you were a sweetheart, especially when it came down to Tyler

Your heart ended up fluttering a bit before focusing on the match at hand

The match was going great; even though Angelo and Matt were good wrestlers, they just couldn’t one-up your best friend

Eventually, the crowd exploded when both Tyler and Bronson applied a double Redrum. You got up and cheered them as they raised their hands in victory

You couldn’t help but feel happy and proud of Tyler; he deserved every opportunity and achievement that he has

However, that feeling of joy and fluff was replaced by anger and rage as Sammy Guevara and Tay Conti ran down the ramp and attacked the winners from behind

The crowd started to grow louder with boos and obscene chants

You decided not to get involved…that was until…Tay decided to put her hands on Tyler. Even go so far as to slap him.

Neither Tyler nor Bronson would hit a woman, that was uncharacteristic of them

So you did the only thing you could: jump the barricade, slide into the ring, and….

Hit Tay with a clothesline to the crowd cheering and chanting your name. Tay fell to the ground with Tyler looking at you, eyes narrowed with confusion. You just smiled at your best friend before being turned around.

Suddenly, you were face-to-face with Sammy, who was yelling at you: “Who do think you are?! Don’t ever touch my wife again!”

You managed to keep a smirk on your face and your composure as he keep yelling and putting his hand in your face, until, he harshly pushed you.

As you stumbled, Tyler started to make his way to confront Sammy. But you pulled him back, assuring him you’re okay: “I’m okay, I got this!”

“I’m not gonna let him disrespect you!”

“I said got this!”

You turned around to Sammy smirking and with all the strength you had, you grabbed his upper body and performed one of Tyler and Taz’s signature moves, the Tazplex.

As you lifted his body, the audience started to even cheer louder, if that was possible. You got up to see Tyler’s slightly surprised face, he’s never been that expressive anyways. 

Looking around, Sammy and the rest of the J.A.S started retreating, screaming threats along the way. He started to say: “What was that? How did you even get in the ring?”

“I’m signed, surprise!” You said smiling. “Now, you have someone helping you with those jackasses.”

Tyler lighted scoffed at you, before engulfing you in a hug. No matter how many times he wraps his arms around you, it always made you get butterflies and your heart starts to beat faster. To ease the moment, you jokingly said: “I told you I got this. You know it’s not your duty to protect me.”

To which he said: “No, but it is my privilege.”

He backed up, grabbed your’s and Bronson’s hands, and lifted them as his theme song started to play in the background.

The audience chanted your name along with Tyler’s. Your smile couldn’t help to grow bigger, taking up your entire face. Tyler turned to you: “Is this everything wanted?”

You looked up at him; your eyes gazing into his brown pupils: “Yeah, it is.” He smirked and ruffled your hair.

But the truth is, you lied. 

Yeah, you’re starting a new career, guaranteed money, and have thousands of people chanting your name; you have everything. Except for calling the person next to you, yours.

You looked down at the white mat with the realization that you almost have everything that you wanted, almost.

Taglist: @senditsi @triscillal @wwenhlimagines 

[lilacliquors]

day five: last christmas

pairing: steve harrington x reader

word count: 769

notes: here's day five! i had fun writing this one, it seemed really cute in my head, so i hope it comes across that way. as always, reblogs, comments, and asks are highly recommended, and likes are appreciated. enjoy <3

normally, the holidays filled you with cheer. but this one was rougher than most. last year, right before christmas, your boyfriend had broken up with you, shattering your heart and tainting the holiday joy for you. and what ruined it more, perhaps, was seeing him with a new girl on christmas day when you were outside greeting extended family who were visiting for christmas dinner. so not only did he break up with you, but he had been cheating on you as well. bah humbug.

this year, however, everything felt off for other reasons. sure the lights on your neighbor’s houses looked pretty, and christmas music played in all the stores you went to, but the air felt different. maybe, just maybe, you were going to force yourself to be jolly and merry and full of cheer. why should one guy ruin it for you? how was that fair? and what better way to start lifting your spirits than with a good old fashioned holiday film?

you went into the family video to escape the cold winter air, but also on a mission. you wanted to find a good old fashioned christmas film. could be for kids, could be for any age, you didn’t care. you just wanted a movie. you didn’t see anyone behind the counter, so you shrugged and made your way into the store, perusing the rows and rows of videos in the hopes of finding a good christmas movie. you went a bit further back in the stacks and your eyes lit up: you’d hit the jackpot. while there weren’t many movies left, you still had some options, and that was better than nothing.

“ah, looking for a christmas movie, huh?”

you looked up and saw the one and only steve harrington, the former king of hawkins high, carrying a stack of video tapes past you.

“oh, yeah. christmas spirit has been kinda dull around my house, so i thought i’d try and lighten things up with a good movie. any suggestions?” you asked.

“hold on, gimme one sec. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be in distress for too long.” with a grin and a wink, he carried the stack of tapes to the front counter and set them down, then made his way back to you.

“now, if you couldn’t already tell, i’m something of a christmas movie expert, if i do say so myself,” he said, and you chuckled.

“oh really? so, in your expert opinion, which is better? claymation rudolph or this christmas story movie?” you asked, holding up a tape of each.

“ooh, tough call. see, i’m more of a charlie brown man myself. i find him relatable,” he said, and you laughed.

“you know what? with the way this year has gone, so do i,” you said, and he smiled.

“but it’s a good movie, even with the wimpy tree and all,” he said.

“i think the point of the movie is to appreciate the spirit and cheer, no matter how wimpy the little twig tree is.”

“maybe you’re the real expert around here, then. that sounded good.”

you laughed as he took the tape from the shelf and held it out to you. you set the other two down and took it from him, your fingertips brushing his as you grasped it. you could feel your cheeks flush, and he smiled down at you again.

“can, uh, can i ring you up then?” he asked, and you nodded. together, you walked back up to the front. he got behind the counter and moved the tape stack to the side, allowing you both to look at each other again. the checkout was quick, over far faster than you wanted it to be, and part of you didn’t want to head back out into the cold.

“you know,” steve said, snapping you from your thoughts, “you’re the first live person we’ve had come in all day. and my coworker robin isn’t here.”

“damn, really? that sucks. must be, uh, pretty lonely in here,” you said.

“yeah, it can be. but i have videos to put away, you know?” he took the stack into his arms, and before you knew it, you reached for a few.

“maybe you wouldn’t mind some company, or some help?” you offered, and he smiled.

“you know what? that doesn’t sound too bad.”

with a warm smile, you two set off, returning videos to their shelves, talking and laughing, and you were the happiest you’d felt all year. maybe this christmas wasn’t going to be so bad after all. maybe steve harrington could be someone special.

[susandsnell]

CHOOSE VIOLENCE: 12, 18, 22, 23

thanks so much maggie!!! sorry for the delay. hope you're well!!

choose violence ask game 🔥

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them.

pick any woman lmao. but i'm going to say i'm especially defensive of may welland from the age of innocence and amy march from little women. the former is hated for trying to put a stop to an affair her husband was having/protect herself from being left for another woman when before they ever got married, she told newland straight up he didn't have to marry her if he wasn't sure and his dumb ass was so indecisive he tried to have his cake and eat it too, and nearly ruined both their lives. as for amy, she's unjustly hated for the high crime of 1) being kind of bratty as a child and 2) having the audacity to marry laurie, who she loved, instead of jo who is a lesbian who did not/could not commit to him. Perhaps the view of this has been skewed by the 2019 flick where Florence Pugh is playing an 8 year old and a twentysomething, but it really says something that classic lit fandom will fawn over the most atrocious, insufferable men imaginable (Rochester should've roasted and I'll die on that hill) but if a little girl , a literal child, has an age-appropriate fit of rage once and argues with her sisters (do these people not...have siblings?), culminating in her destroys her sister's things and said sister is everyone's self insert character (except, conveniently, for her rejections/subversions of femininity GEE I WONDER WHY), that's apparently a bridge too far. Even if she's overall a sweet person and outgrows being, again, kind of annoying as a kid.

Also, does Carlotta Giudicelli from Phantom of the Opera count? (Let's go with the musical version here for argument's sake.) She's a bit of a diva, sure, but honestly she earned it and is iconic for it, and she literally just wanted workplace safety and to not be replaced by a significantly younger and skinnier performer based on someone in power's attraction to said performer, which is still a very real issue in the entertainment world! She takes no shit! She was kind of hard on Christine when she wasn't to blame but c'mon, I'd hardly be the most reasonable or understanding if there was a serial killer on the loose bumping off my coworkers who was constantly threatening my life and that of my partner, and had suffered public humiliation twice at the hands of said nutjob. And she then has to find her husband dead as almost an afterthought to the wider plot. TeamCarlotta, she did nothing wrong except be slightly rude under extremely upsetting circumstances. I think she was more disliked in past Phantom fandom than she is now, but c'mon. Feature her more in fanworks, she's a badass!

18. it’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on… I can't answer 'women' twice, but I will just say as a generality deconstructing popular fic tropes. Really pick apart the horrific implications of what a Soulmates/Reincarnation AU looks like when equipoised against one's free will. Or heck, make it funny - There Is Only One Bed and this sonofabitch keeps kicking me. Just keep things fresh!!!

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores Ooh, tough one! Again, the cop-out answer is 'character's canonical flaws and worse moments, or their better points if they're worse characters' lolol, but I really in general get bummed when people shirk worldbuilding and cool concepts in service of the same handful of relationship tropes? Not to be one of those people who bitches about lacking gen while also not contributing gen content - I fully acknowledge myself I'm more into the relationship aspect of things, but whether it's the fullest potential of the Train in Infinity Train, the way the Force is deconstructed as some kind of horrific fate-controlling entity in Knights of the Old Republic 2, so so so so so much vampire lore/rules/mythos in any given vamp media and its fandom, I wish it was just acknowledged and played with more! You could even do so in service of ships/characterization if you're clever!

23. ship you’ve unwillingly come around to Another tough call! I tend to stick to my guns on ships and either end up liking them out of the gate and then that like can turn into total brainrot, or I just kind of dislike them and stay disliking them. If we're talking some real crack, I started as vaguely amused by Barbenheimer (the crossover ship based on the phenomenon) to getting surprisingly behind cracky content made for it. I'm sorry I don't have a more dramatic or satisfactory answer on this front, but as I said, I tend to stick around my early-formed opinions on ships, and most of them I approach from a neutral perspective to begin with and see if it's swayed by solid content, canon or fanon.

[okayto]

Mini-Review: Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan

Uramichi Omota, a 31-year-old former professional gymnast, works as the leader of the exercise segment of the children's show Together with Maman. Despite keeping an upbeat personality on the show, he can't help but reveal his jaded, worn-out personality.

We’re all familiar with children’s shows with safe, upbeat adults leading young children in games, songs and easily-to-digest life lessons (for me, it was Barney). Our titular character’s full-time job is on one of those shows, but once the cameras stop rolling he’s back to being a stressed, cynical adult surrounded by other stressed, cynical adults.

Oh. Oh no. This is too relatable.

The show keeps itself from getting too depressing by having everyone be a little weird, but also because when Uramichi’s jaded worldview creeps into his interactions with the kids, they just...roll with it.

It is impossible to watch this show and not wonder how it’s still on air. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not edgy, like teenagers coming up with songs about how they want to dismember Barney the Dinosaur (or whatever the modern equivalent is), but for example:

“What’s something you have when you’re a kid but you don’t get to have when you’re an adult?” a chipper Uramichi Oniisan asks on-camera to a group of preschoolers.

“Kindergarten!” “New Year’s money!” “A tricycle!” they shout, before proceeding to “Freedom.” “Sense of joy.” “A future,” causing Uramichi to visibly reevaluate his life for the umpteenth time while wearing a thousand-yard stare and telling them that yes, those are all correct answers.

But it’s not all cynical--the kids aren’t stupid and pick up on things, but overall these are happy children having fun with TV characters, parents who apparently never notice anything amiss, and adult actors who, for all their problems with the jobs, don’t want to actually disappoint or traumatize children.

Uramichi and his coworkers don’t necessarily hate their jobs, but y’know, jobs come with a lot of things that are less than pleasant: particular coworkers, oblivious bosses, forced socializing, work gatherings. Being a cast of late 20s–early 30-somethings means that several of them are struggling with the idea that they should have accomplished more or hit more markers of traditional adulthood than they have.

And then they have to dress up and sing songs.

I legitimately want recordings of the songs, incidentally. The above gif is from one of my favorites, titled “The Cat’s Staring at Nothing Again”

What are you looking at? What is it over there? I don’t see anything at all, no. I don’t have any furniture, No place for me to rest, I have no money and I’m out of time Nor do I have any food left over in the fridge

But There’s My sweet kitty cat He is honestly useless as he is, but he’s here. Precious kitty cat, That is just enough for me.

Tell Me What are you looking at? My silly little cat? Nothing is there! Nothing is there! My life is meaningless and there’s no hope in sight. Despite how much I’m lacking, I am still alive!

(Yes, I’ve looked at Youtube and no, as of this writing I could not find any clips that were solely of any of the songs. Alas!)

Uramichi is not the only character, of course. His co-actors all have their own quirks, and eventually it seems like most of them didn’t necessarily end up with this job as their choice of career. And even minor characters, like the overly-optimistic, oblivious director and hot-and-cold merchandiser, are entertaining to watch. But the core group are his two musical cohosts, and the two actors who play the animal mascots. All of them are as weird as Uramichi.

Another song that I loved was “Arm Through the Neck Hole,” where the children sing enthusiastically while the two music hosts, Ikiteru Oniisan and Utano Oneesan, put on melancholic expressions and wave around sweaters.

Did I wear this last week? When was it again? Is it even good anymore? There’s no clean clothes at the bottom of the drawer: Guess I’ll wear this thing out the door.

But all at once you suddenly Put your arm through the neck hole; Put both feet in one pant leg; Your life really is a disaster, So much that you can’t even get yourself dressed for the day

La la la la la la, la la la...

Maybe not an earworm on par with “Please and thank you, they’re called the magic words” or “You gotta do the cooking by the book” but it’s difficult to convey how much I desire a complete recording of this song.

Not all the songs were dubbed when I watched, mostly in the latter half of the series, but I’m guessing that’s because the original dub was only completed a few months before I watched, and I know from watching other shows with songs (Dance with Devils; Zombieland Saga) that songs often take longer to dub and record, even after the original dub is streamed, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I rewatched this in a year or bought the DVD, if the songs were all fully dubbed then.

There were a few Japanese words left untranslated, which I thought was an interesting choice. On one hand, they’re not really explained so a viewer without familiarity might get confused. On the other hand, the target audience for this is definitely people already watching anime--it’s not going to be a mainstream hit by any means.

It’s not a lot, and the words do make sense in that they’re very relevant to the show (anime and also the in-anime show): oniisan, or “older brother” for the male leads, oneesan (“older sister”) for the female, -chan and -kun (familiar honorifics) when the adults referred to kids during the show, and daijoubu (”all right; fine”)

I also liked how they used the Japanese they left in. It’s not that notorious old fansub style where “random Japanese word pops up for the heck of it,” it was specific instances: the adults get called oniisan/oneesan on set because those are their characters; the kids get honorifics during taping (which adds to the “we’re using specific language to create a specific feeling!”) but they don’t get used other times or for other characters, and “daijoubu” gets used in a way that also adds to that feeling of “upbeat work language :) :) !!”. I guess a close English equivalent might have been “okey-dokey” or something that similar would give vibes of “perky positive catchphrase.”

Verdict

English dub? Yes! “You okay, Uramichi Oniisan? I was told you look more like Bruise-a-michi Oh-no-san.”

Visuals: Nice and bright, as befits a children’s show.

Worth watching? Yes! It’s both funny and a bit relatable--you don’t have to be as disillusioned as the characters to appreciate it, but I'm pretty sure most people can relate to the feeling of what am I doing with my life at least occasionally. It’s not going to change anyone’s life, but its 13 episodes were just a fun way to spend a week of free time.

Where to watch (USA, as of November 2022): Funimation (sub and dub), Crunchyroll (sub and dub), Blu-ray

Click my “reviews” tag below or search “mini review” on my blog to find more!

[goldhymn]

hello hello hello!! i'm milk (she/they) and i'm super pumped to be here and to introduce you to two of my muses! first up is silas, a concert pianist turned producer that's always expanding his horizons when it comes to genres of music he knows less about.

╰   *   ꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀gong yoo.   forty.   cis man.   he/him.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱        hold your f*** horses !    silas yoon    has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the label’s resident   music producer   and have been working with the label for   twelve years.    they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at   @silasyoon.  the office knows them for being   taciturn   but i swear they’ve got a   sentimental   side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with   cold hands and pressed shirts, perfect spelling and grammar in text messages, headphones playing classical music on the train home.   their coworkers even voted them most likely to   always have a pen on hand you can borrow.   we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

╰   *   statistics.

full name  :  silas yoon seong-chul. nicknames  :  N/A. age  :  forty. date of birth  :  august 29, 1982. place of birth  :  cambridge, england. gender  :  cis man (he/him). orientation  :  bisexual. occupation  :  producer / former concert pianist.

╰   *   backstory.

silas yoon grew up in cambridge, england as a second gen immigrant after his parents moved to the uk for work. more accurately, his father, a professor at the university, moved for work; his mother simply followed. as a kid, he knew his dad to be out of the house a lot, and it was mostly his mother who took care of him. though she tended to be reclusive and struggled with english, she was the warmest part of his childhood — and even the jumpstart for his love of music.

she collects records, his mother. vinyls, of classical music, of jazz, of western pop music from the 60s. though he learned english before korean as a kid (given that his only exposure to the latter was his mother, as his father prioritised him learning the language of the country they were living in), it felt so easy for him to communicate with her when they were grinning at each other over music they both loved.

his mother plays the piano, too, though she never progressed beyond the basics. but she was his first teacher, and he still remembers being four years old and sat atop her lap with her hands guiding his own over the keys. when his father saw how much he enjoyed it, he enrolled silas in classes at prestigious music centres: and from there it was daily lessons, climbing grades and dazzling recitals.

silas was no prodigy. no naturally-gifted child. he worked tirelessly to prove himself as worthy of the regard he had somehow earned within the classical music circuit. when he graduated secondary school, he continued into the royal academy of music in london. by the time he’d finished with that, he was being flown around from vienna to berlin and prague and playing fully-packed concert halls. he fell in love with the piano the first time he heard his mother play, but at some point his passion dimmed in favour of perfection.

it came to a head when he had the opportunity to create and release his first recorded EP: to play and produce it from start to finish. his attempts to reach a standard he couldn’t even decide on led to overworking, and then tendonitis — and even then he tried to work through it rather than rest.the injury was a trigger for focal dystonia, causing a permanent loss of fine motor control in his right hand.

he was twenty-five and the career path he’d started over two decades ago was over, just like that. it’s difficult for him to describe his state of mind during the immediate months that followed, but eventually he tried to ‘escape’ his shame and grief by leaving europe. a friend in the chicago symphony orchestra extended an invite to a performance. and he stayed after, just for a bit, to see what the concert scene was like over there and to remind himself what he loved about it.

he attended shows in a handful of major cities, but it was during his trip to see the new york philharmonic that things really made a difference. he missed the show, actually — got turned around on the unfamiliar city’s public transport and ended up on the other side of town. he stumbled into a small hole in the wall club and sat through a menagerie of amateur performers rotating on and off the tiny stage, but something about that felt… meaningful, to him. like he was four years old watching his mother fumble with the keys, the both of them bursting into giggles when she messed up a chord.

when he went home that night, he pulled up the raw files of his unfinished EP and stayed up until the sun rose to finally create something from it he was happy with. the music had seemed… imperfect at the time of recording. unpolished. but after running it through with new insight, he found he’d made something he could really be proud of.

he didn’t release it, though. still hasn’t to this day. he keeps it for himself as a reminder, because he’s found his love of music goes so far beyond the consumption and performance of it. it takes him a couple of years working with indie artists and networking with his industry contacts, but at twenty-eight he finds himself applying for the position of a sound engineer at revolution records, and he gets it. another few years down the line and he’s a producer, with a hand in helping an artist realise every part of their vision; another few more and he’s made a home for himself here, at a production company that blessedly offers him the chance for creative input and interpretation even if he can no longer play for an audience.

╰   *   headcanons.

these days, silas considers himself to be fluent in both korean and english. having been to many a european city during his pianist days, he also considers himself proficient in german, and able to reasonably carry a conversation in french and czech.

while his injury means he can no longer play at the level expected of a professional pianist, he’s still able to fumble around with the keys and is more than happy to do so every now and then. sure he misses the stage, but he’s very happy doing what he does now.

has a bit of a... not exactly rbf, more just resting disinterested face? he's quick to offer polite smiles when approached, but his default expression can leave him seeming very unapproachable.

somehow gives off both "reliable professional" and "dad trying to keep up with the times" vibes. there are certain aspects of music creation/production and the industry that he's very insightful and eloquent about, but there's also a child-like mixture of wonder and confusion when it comes to new challenges and discoveries.

he lives in a high-rise in manhattan that comes with a solarium, which he's converted into a listening room, complete with his collection of vinyl records as well as a baby grand piano. it's easily the room he spends the most time in.

often prefers to dress smart casual/business casual to the best of his ability, and is typically more willing to dress up than dress down — it's a remnant from his concert days and his need to maintain appearances, mostly.

cat dad. his cat is six years old, named treasure, and is the cuddliest lap kitten you could ever meet (when she's not being a gremlin and sleeping on his work station/important papers/etc.).

texts in one single message (with paragraphs if necessary) using proper spelling/caps, and always signs his name at the end like it's an email, though isn't bothered with how other people choose to text. lots of his chats look like: Good morning. I'd like to remind you that the backing musicians will be coming for callbacks this afternoon at 2, and we'll need you around for the selection process. – Silas Yoon. / ya i rmbr!! thx / Excellent. See you then. – Silas Yoon.

he doesn't go to visit his mum back in the uk nearly as often as he should, but he does make sure to call her (and his dad) at least every other week. he got her to figure out facetime last year; next step, getting her to hold it further than an inch away from her face.

100% has classical music playing throughout the house when he's just flittering around and not doing anything in particular. some of his close friends have absolutely made fun of that giving "hannibal vibes".

while he can cook (and has like... a rotation of four specific recipes he's Very Good at that he'll pull out during date night to impress), lack of time and energy often lead to him dining out or ordering in on the regular.

╰   *   wanted connections.

collaborators. artists he’s worked with, or will work with! as someone with a largely classical background, one might assume that to be his preference — but exploring new styles and genres is one of the things he loves most about this job, so he’d work on anything from ballads to jazz to hip hop to heavy metal.

ride or die. silas knows the value of networking and having contacts, but his actual social circle is very small. this person would be his number one before all else; the person he’d trust with his life as readily as he’d consider them the bane of it. i imagine lots of back-and-forths, lots of bickering threaded with unwavering love; the sort of bond that comes only with time and comfort and intimacy.

work rival. as someone who’s always up for challenging himself, silas would love to be challenged by someone else, too. he might not say it and in fact, depending on the nature of the rivalry, he might not even admit it to himself, but he appreciates people who can keep him sharp, keep him motivated, keep him driven.

mentee (?). this is kinda vague but i’d really like someone for silas to take under his wing, in any sense! whether they’re an aspiring/junior producer or they’re a pianist or also have a classical background or anything like that. silas may be a little clumsy in figuring out the whole role model, mentor thing, but he’ll take the responsibility to heart. 

exes. given that he’s been at revolution records for over a decade, i’d like to think he’ll have at least one or two of these hanging around. whether they’re on good or bad terms is up for discussion, of course! exes who jumped into a relationship too quick but realised they clicked really well as friends? exes who gave each other everything and still hurt when they see each other across the hallway? i’m down for anything tbh. 

misc. friendly faces he’s met over the years through networking (though genuine friends are few and far between); artists he’s a fan of; kinda niche but an obligatory “oh you’re british too? let’s acknowledge that about each other” sort of acquaintanceship that somehow turned into an unlikely friendship; any kind of found family bond (sibling-like, paternal on his end, etc.); people in the industry who knew him when he was a concert pianist?

[feuer-bluete]

o as some of you might know, my fellow europeans mostly, we open presents tomorrow not on sunday, and I am SO excited. Not for my own gifts I know what I get. From my parents 3 pair of pants I already have at home. from granny number one bedding I picked myself fro granny number two money. nothing from my sisters. yawn BUT the presents I have for everyone, ho ho ho:

my mum will get the smalles but most expensive gift. a small envelope with a christmas card in it. and insider the christmas card on the side is a small opening that hides another card. and there it tells my mum the date and time of the musical we gonna watch! I paid mum and my ticket. dad paid his own. why? so I can arrange the time and date for the musical with dad without spoiling his present. Dad is getting a BOOK. a professinaol cookbook to be exact. my dad loves cooking, he also makes christmas dinner every year for the last 5-10th years and my coworker who used to be a professional chef in big hotels recommended me the book. oh and dad will also get a KNIFE. a chinese bone knife. also recommended by the former chef. my granny is getting my handknit scarf that she doesn't know i finished for her my oldest sister despite me telling her she will not get anyhting is getting a small fidget toy because at our last heart to heart talk about my adhd made her question her life a bit

the kids are getting toys and books. but like cool books :D

[fangsup-cobrastyle]

Had a bit of a sad day today for a bunch of reasons. The Kids Aren't Alright came on shuffle while I was listening to my music at work, and it made me all introspective.

"Former heroes who quit too late who just wanna fill up the trophy case again" I was one of the "gifted and talented" kids who fell off in high school, but by that point, I didn't know what to base my self-worth on other than my grades. When I graduated college, I didn't really know who I was if I wasn't a student. I pretty much immediately started training for the job I have now (helping lead my department in my store), and I so badly needed everyone to be happy with me, so I pushed myself too far, became one of my district manager's favorite employees, and burnt myself out, all because I'm still looking for a replacement for the feeling of making the adults in my life proud.

"It twists my head just a bit to think all those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead" Ok, not dead. Every day though, I see pictures of my coworkers in the break room and the office, and I realize that almost all of them are gone, and I'm still here and extremely loyal to my workplace. But who am I loyal to if most of the people I started with aren't there anymore? I miss them :/

[gentrychild]

5+ headcannons on an au where Izuku grew up in America and became the protege for Stars and Stripes

AFO moves his entire family to the US because Izuku manifested his quirk in class and he didn't want All Might sniffing around and finding his family. Izuku has a pretty good life and he is still an All Might fan. But when he is fourteen and a drunk Cathy (who was having a very passionate debates about Batman and Robin with her brothers) declares to the world that she will take as an apprentice anyone wanting to be a hero able to land a punch on her, he jumps on the occasion.

Everyone shows up with flashy quirks and crazy support items to try to just land one (1) punch on the number 1 US hero and Izuku shows up with a silencer quirk because it's hard to use a voice based quirk when you can't talk. ^^ It's smart but Cathy still (gently) defeats him since she is a pro hero and has super strength. Still, when they talk later (because he was one of the only kids not trying to overpower her), he talks about his quirk and says that he loves how it's actually powerful because Star and Stripe uses it efficiently. Even powerful quirks like theirs are limited by how smartly they use them.

Star and Stripe: "Finally someone who doesn't think I just punch things hard. T_T

I need you to understand that the whole AU, Izuku is "Ah, I missed my chance to be Star's apprentice but I shall cherish the memory of our fight and how nice she was to me that one time." while Star adopted him, they see each other once a week, all of her brother-in-arms know him, Inko is on a first name basis with her, and so on.

In the meantime, Star has been trying to post bail for her good totally platonic friend Nagant for about ten years but the Japanese government keeps taking her for a moron, there has been no trial, and enough is enough. She's done her waiting. She is going to Japan to break the love of her life... I mean, this really nice coworker of hers out of prison.

Will that cause the most horrific international accident that has ever happened if she gets caught? Absolutely. She is just planning not to get caught.

Things get slightly more complicated whe, she realizes that Izuku has been tagging along their super secret mission. She asks for someone to get her a Japanese translator (because no one speaks a lick of Japanese in her team, not even the one member with Japanese origin) so Carl kinda grabbed Izuku (the only one they know who can speak Japanese and keeps his mouth shut), who followed along because what kind of teenager would pass the opportunity to commit a crime?

"I never asked you to take a kid along for a break-out in a foreign country! He is a kid! How irresponsible do you think I am???" *CRICKET NOISES* "I hate all of you."

Izuku is not to approach Tartarus. Izuku is to stay outside. Izuku obviously gets into Tartarus but in his defense, he was being chased by a Tartarus guard who desperately needed a promotion.

Long story short, many gets separated, there is a prison riot, Nagant is outside her cell and putting herself between Carl (hasn't seen the guy in ten years and currently hiding behind her) and this poor child whose face she can't see but he is so still and trembling, he must be terrified.

Izuku is not terrified. He is a good boy who does his best to hold his urges in check and not just steal quirks from people and he is now confronted to a treasure trove of the most powerful quirks in the country and the nice excuse of self defense. He is doing such effort to control himself that he is violently shaking.

Listen, I will not tell you about the story of 9 US soldiers, one former pro hero turned soldier and the number 1 US hero chasing after the quirk gremlin with the yakety sax music as background music but I will just say that Tartarus lost half of its quirks that day.

So of course, AFO got blamed for that.

They manage to break out and since their way out was demolished, they go to All Might and all hide in his apartment for a week. All Might is pretty chill about the whole thing, Izuku is so happy to meet him, and if you were seeing Star, you would think she was introducing her child to her father or something.

Nagant is under the impression that the US death squad + the kid were here to assassinate someone in Tartarus and that rescuing her was an accident, which is helped by the fact Star can't admit the real reason as to why she's here. All Might is incredibly amused by the whole thing.

[loveforaugust]

happier / loki laufeyson

sour writing activity!

based off the song happier by olivia rodrigo

pairings: avengers!loki laufeyson x reader, thor odinson x platonic!reader

warnings: angst

a/n: besties idk

we broke up a month ago

your friends are mine

you know i know you’ve moved on found someone new

one more girl who brings out the better in you

your breakup was messy to say the least. dating one of your coworkers could always end up horrible, this would be one of those times. you and loki had been happy together, but endless arguments were what eventually tore up your relationship up piece by piece.

the breakup itself was ugly but the aftermath was horrific. forcing friends into choosing sides never turned out right. so you made it easier for everyone and left. it was a difficult decision since you were a valued doctor there, and losing you caused a detrimental impact. but tony knew you couldn’t be there with Loki around, so he supported your decision.

you dropped contact with most of them, figured you couldn’t stand to hear from them. it would just bring you more pain. but thor wouldn’t stop calling or visiting you, despite the fact you were now his brothers ex he knew how much you two had loved one another. and how much you still loved him, so you just accepted that thor would keep being there for you. he was the reason you knew about the gala. and loki’s new girlfriend.

thor said loki was happy, more so than ever. he was the ideal person, helping wherever he could. thor said he exceeded on missions and was barely at the compound anymore. he also said that loki asked about you, but that was it.

how could you just leave the relationship in the dust like this? how could he move on so quickly? were you waiting too long?

and i thought my heart was detached

from all the sunlight of our past

you tried to move on, but you could never fully convince yourself to do it. the memories of your relationship seemed to haunt you, making you unable to rid yourself of loki.

the best memory you two had was christmas. loki told you it was his favorite holiday, and they had never really had it on asgard, and you decided to act on it. the two of you spent all of a snowy december day decorating the compound’s christmas tree, sharing stories, listening to music.

he taught you asgard’s recipe for hot cocoa, then the two of you sat by the fire and talked until early hours of the morning. you enjoyed each other, and that’s how most of the relationship went. you had an unspoken amount of respect for each other with so much love lying underneath.

but she’s so sweet

she’s so pretty

does she mean you forgot about me

thor led you through the crowd of your former coworkers. you greeted most but weren’t able to stay too long. “let’s get you a drink.” thor stopped at the bar, turning to order the two of you drinks.

“brother, get me a- y/n?” a recognizable voice sounded stunned at the mere spotting of you. you turned and saw him in all his glory. his hair was pulled back into a low bun, a few dark curls had fallen out to frame his angular face, and the all black suit augmenting his figure well. “y/n, uh, this is my girlfriend taylor.”

“god, you’re gorgeous!” the blonde smiled. she was the gorgeous one. her long blonde hair fit her well, it look natural and beautiful and she had the brightest pair of blue eyes you’d ever seen. “name and a fun fact! i’m taylor and my favorite holiday is christmas!”

“i’m y/n, i’m a doctor,” you swallowed, trying not to betray to sick you felt rising up in your throat.

“ooh what kind? my brother works with kids!” she laughed.

“i’m a critical care, emergency specialist. i work in the ICU and emergency room.”

“oh wow! that’s so impressive! you must do so well under pressure! i wish i was more like that. loki can totally back me up that i freak out under the smallest bit of pressure!” hearing her talk about loki made it all seem worse. “but go you! that’s so amazing!” and she was just so nice.

oh i hope you’re happy

just not like how you were with me

i’m selfish i know

i can’t let you go

loki seemed to be enjoying himself, he seemed to be happy around taylor. and yet the small part of you just hoping that he wasn’t as happy as he was with you. you hoped you held that small of a totem over their relationship.

so that thinking spiraled you out into the balcony, where you stood alone, overlooking the hudson. you were on at least your 4th cup of champagne of the evening, and it seemed like it was hardly affecting you. you felt like with this wish, you were holding a part of loki back, the part that you couldn’t move on from.

you felt trapped, like you had to make sure he was enjoying himself, make sure he was having fun and being who he was without the feeling of having his wings clipped. after all, you thought you were the one to do the clipping.

so find someone great but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

“you seem to be awfully stuck in your head?” the voice you loved came from behind you. he found his spot next to you, looking over the river and out onto the bay. loki smelled wonderful, he always did, a mixture of spearmint and ginger.

“i like taylor,” you started, swallowing the tears. “she’s so bright, so happy.” you stared straight ahead, not wanting anything else to come from the moment.

“she is.” you could feel loki watching you, feel his eyes trying to find some sort of hint in yours.

“i like her, she seems amazing.” you took another swig of the champagne. your eyes were teary and your face was red. you were exhausted from tonight, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take.

you realized that this isn’t where you should be. you shouldn’t be here at the gala where you left all your friends. you shouldn’t be talking to your ex boyfriend who still had you emotionally screwed up.

“i have to go loki,” you said suddenly, standing up straight and turning towards him. he turned towards you so the two of you were facing each other. several strands of black hair closed into his face and you smiled as you always remembered tucking them back.

you placed a hand on the side of his face, he leaned into it slightly, both of you reminiscing on each other.

“i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier.”

[summerbummin]

Headcanons about Apollo and his former lovers from TOA

Naomi Solace 🎤

-Her and Apollo met when she was singing at a dive bar, he bought her a drink and they had a whirlwind summer fling

-They loved hitting up karaoke bars together and wowing everyone with their singing talent

-She really liked Apollo’s car and they’d did a lot of things in there (including conceiving Will lmao)

-One time when they were making out Naomi climbed into Apollo’s seat and her butt accidentally hit the steering wheel and HOOONK

-They jolted in surprise, then delved into hysterics, anything they had going on dying down as they laid their heads against each other’s shoulders and laughed so hard their ribs hurt, until Apollo suggested they used the back seat and things got going again lol

-Once Naomi said Jesus Christ in like response to smth, Apollo replied actually I’m Phoebus Apollo and Naomi was like what? And Apollo was like whaaaaat and Naomi just moved on bc she had other things to deal with lol

-Apollo ended up saying goodbye and leaving at the end of summer and a few weeks after he left Naomi realized she was pregnant and was like well shit

-She’s from the south and people there can be p judgmental about pregnancies outside of marriage, but Naomi never let them get her down, she actually met this great support group of women who helped her out and are still good friends even now

-Apollo eased her labor pains when she was giving birth to Will (and that’s why the kid has such good medical powers), but Apollo disguised himself as a nurse, not wanting to stress her out because the ex who she thought had no idea abt the baby was here, with her, holding her hand while she was gave birth

-Naomi brings Will up with love and kindness and she just wants the best for her sweet boy, but she gets concerned when Will talks about some weird things he saw at school and he gets pegged as the “weird kid” and is picked on by his classmates as a result

-Naomi would’ve fought those kids but Will told her it was fine, mama! His stuffed animals were his friends

-Will loved those stuffed animals and got really attached to them, so Naomi taught him how to sow them up when they started fraying and that’s the first thing that made Will want to be a doctor (when Will told his siblings this story they started calling him Doc McStuffins lol)

-Apollo didn’t tell Naomi he was a god and she didn’t find out until Apollo sent a satyr to bring Will to camp once he was old enough

-Realizing she had a fling with a greek god was a bit of a shock but Naomi dealt with it gracefully and gave Will the biggest hug before he left, making him promise to be safe and write to her as soon as he got to camp

-Naomi’s career as a country alt singer got a lot more successful after her whole thing with Apollo because he put a blessing on her, her voice was beautiful she just needed help getting noticed so Apollo nudged some influential people in the music industry towards her on his way out (he kinda felt bad about leaving so abruptly, even if it was just a fling, he tries to make it up to his ex-lovers with things like this)

-Naomi actually ends up writing a sad country love song about Apollo after he left, she titled it Suburn, not knowing how fitting the title is until years later, it becomes one of her most popular songs

-Naomi travels a lot for her career, touring around Texas and some nearby states, and that’s why Will stays at camp year round, but they write to each other frequently and love each other sm

-Naomi doesn’t date much since she’s always busy with her career and traveling, she’s just not ready to settle down yet, she’s happy living as a free spirit and a single mom with a wonderful son

-Naomi is 100% supportive of Will’s sexuality and loves Nico to bits (Nico is a little awkward around her at first bc he’s not used to affection lol)

-She tells Nico stories abt Will when he was a kid, whipping out photo albums and everything and Will is like mom s t a h p ur embarrassing me in front of my bf and Nico is reveling in how red his face gets

Latricia Lake 🎶

-she met Apollo when he was posing as a street performer for fun on the streets of the college town she worked in

-she put a tip in his guitar case and complimented his playing and his voice, Apollo was pleased by this and complimented her in turn, saying she must know her music which made Latricia laugh because she is a professor

-the two of them hit it off and start dating, spending hours talking about music

-being the god of music, Apollo could tell when people really loved music, feeling loved in return, and Latricia was one of those people

-being a college professor, Latricia was a bit older than Apollo’s usual lovers (she’s like in her mid to late 20s) and Apollo looks like 21, so he jokingly starts calling her a cougar just to tease her (when he’s so full of shit bc he’s over 3 thousand years older than her)

-Apollo attended some of her lectures, watching from the back of the room and her students were like ooh who’s that hot guy and she was like my bf and their jaws dropped bc daaamn ms lake way to go (Apollo found those reactions very amusing lol)

-There are many times when Latricia considers smacking that smug smirk off Apollo’s face, but she refrains and smacks his ass instead

-Apollo claims Latricia only loves him for his pancakes bc he made them for her the morning after their first time as a way to get her to keep him around lol (and it worked a little too well)

-When Latricia got pregnant Apollo told her who/what he really was and that was a bit too much for Latricia so they stopped dating but Apollo gave her the briefing about demigod children, powers, monsters, camp half blood, etc before he left

-One day when her sitter had to cancel on her she brought Austin to her class and all the college kids thought he was so cute that Latricia started bringing him around more often, Austin was just a baby but she could tell he loved the attention by the way he was gurgling lol (like father like son)

-Latricia is p busy since she’s a professor but she always makes time for her son and she has been teaching Austin about music since he was a kid, he grew up surrounded by it and that’s why he loves it sm (that and being a son of Apollo)

-On his 10th birthday there was a really nice new saxophone with a ribbon at the foot of his bed (a gift from Apollo) Austin always thought his mom bought it for him and Latricia just didn’t correct him

-Latricia sent Austin to camp half blood when he told her he saw a monster at school, he was only 11 but Latricia would rather be safe then sorry

-Latricia actually met someone while Austin was at his first year of camp, Austin was a little unsure around the guy at first but more out of awkwardness than anything the guy was lacking

-Austin and him bonded over “being boys” as Latricia put it (they blew up hot dogs in the microwave together) and the man soon had her son’s stamp of approval

-They ended up getting married the next year and Austin played the saxophone at their wedding

-Latricia was the first subscriber to his YouTube channel and showed all her coworkers and students her son’s videos, she’s a proud mama

Darren Knowles 🏹

-gay (obviously)

-he loves the outdoors and the crisp cold weather of Canada

-met Apollo when he saw him checking out the flier he had pinned up advertising his archery classes, Darren asked if he was gonna join and Apollo not so subtly checked Darren out over his sunglasses and was like well now I’m def joining

-Darren lowkey thought Apollo was a dumb American tourist at first and Apollo keeps telling him he’s not American and Darren is like uh huh

-Apollo is such a flirt during class and actually misses a few shots bc he too busy staring at Darren lol, but that does give the opportunity for Darren to come and “correct” his stance

-Darren is determined to be a professional with his students but he ends up caving because Apollo is just,, so cute

-Then when they start going on actual dates he finds out Apollo isn’t some dumb blond and is actually really intelligent and educated and Darren is like oh no my weakness, guys who are goofs but not dumb and also hot (Apollo be checking all of his boxes lol)

-Apollo told Darren he was a god while drunk off his ass one night and Darren didn’t believe a fucking word, Apollo just rolled with the drunken nonsense thing the next morning and didn’t tell Darren again (until Kayla)

-Darren lives alone but he’s always wanted a family, he was kicked out by his parents for being gay and he knows if he was a parent he would never treat his child like that, he’d love them unconditionally like his parents should’ve loved him

-Apollo magically created a child for Darren after the man confessed to him how much he wanted a kid of his own

-Darren was happy but like really confused because h... how? And Apollo is just like magic~ which explains fuck all

-Apollo tells him he has to leave now, he was having to leave soon anyway because of some trouble brewing back in America, but that he wanted to do this one last thing for Darren before he left

-he tells him to have take care raising the baby and to send her to cbh’s address when she starts attracting monsters, then poofs away, leaving Darren with a baby in his arms and wondering what the hell just happened

-Darren does raise Kayla with love and care just as he said he would, she grows up hiking through the woods with her dad and learning archery along with other wilderness skills (Artemis would really like her)

-Kayla has her aspirations for the Olympics pretty early on and Darren admires his daughter’s ambition, at first he thinks it’s just her being a kid but then later on as she keeps getting better and better he’s like damn she might actually be able to do it

-But then ofc monsters come and Darren drives her down to New York, lying through his teeth to the border guy who surprisingly lets him through without a problem (Apollo may have insured that but shhh)

-Darren sees her off at the barrier of Thalia’s pine tree and they say goodbye with a hug that lifts Kayla off her feet, there’s promises to write and reminders to practice her archery and take care of her bow and such before Kayla is escorted into camp by some other campers

-Darren managed to keep a hold of himself while saying goodbye but as soon as he’s back in the car he’s fucking bawling, all the way back to Canada because he’s gonna miss his little girl sm

-Darren has had some boyfriends but a lot of them end up jetting as soon as he tells them he has a kid ripp

-He does eventually land a good man and they’re going strong, even when Kayla, who was like 10 at the time, threatened to shoot him in the nads if he hurt her dad

-Darren and shows up to every archery match Kayla has in the future and promises to be there cheering for her with a big ass sign that says THATS MY DAUGHTER when she eventually reaches the Olympics

Bonus!

Georgina’s Mom 🎨

-She was an art student in community college

-She was on her own because her parents refused to support her “unrealistic” career choice

-She met Apollo at a party at some college dorm and they both got super smashed bc college parties be like that

-They had a one night stand that both of them mostly forgot about in favor of their hangovers the next morning

-until Hello!! You have a kid!

-She is most likely dead given that Georgina was led to the waystation by a ghost

-But Georgina has two new mommies now who love her very much (and an awkward dad)

[shutteredislands]

REYLO MODERN AU FIC RECS

Hi!! I spent my entire winter break reading reylo fics and I feel like I’ve found some gems! I’m boring and don’t like angst, so most of these are pretty fluffy, however, always read the tags before reading. Anyways, happy reading!

Already Home -  College, Roommates, A/B/O, Soulmates AU - Complete - Rated E - 79k

“Oh stop being all Alpha-y.” She flexes her foot, rolling her ankle as if to prove a point, and he doesn’t miss the wince that crosses her expression. “You aren’t my Alpha, and you definitely aren't my soulmate,” she mutters.

He can’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Thank god for small mercies.”

Okay so this is a trope fest but it was so good! I’m not gonna explain the plot in depth because I think going in blind is best for this!

Baby, It's Just Biology - Professor/Student, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 113k

For Rey Jackson, trying to finish your degree in Biomedical Science at Harvard is difficult enough when you're one of the few Omegas on campus.

It's made even more difficult when your Professor is the one to trigger your heat. You can't help it, it's just your biology.

An Alpha Omega love story.

This is the perfect balance of angst, fluff and pure smut. This one Is a lot angstier than anything else on this list, but you can see every stage of this relationship and I loved it so much! Please read the tags on this one!

I’ve got you (under my skin) - Nanny/Single Parent AU - On Hiatus - Rated E - 81k

“Hi, I’m Rey. I’m here for the—”

“Nanny,” Ben blurts out dazedly, still trying to remember how to form coherent thoughts. “You’re the nanny.”

Her smile hitches up a little wider. “Well, I might be.”

Suddenly, Ben thinks he might be in for a whole new world of problems.

Because Rey Johnson is still most likely the only thing standing between him and disaster, that much hasn’t changed, not by a long shot.

And Ben can’t seem to stop staring at her mouth.

In which Ben hires Rey to watch his son... but he can’t seem to stop watching her.

Okay so I almost never read WIPs, but this one was left off in a pretty good place so don’t worry about cliffhangers or anything. I am a sucker for single dad!Ben so expect more of these. I loved this fic so much and get ready for a SMUTFEST.

Light My Fire - Rivals to Lovers, College, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 20k

When rivals Ben and Rey break into a professor's office together, it comes out that Rey might not be the Beta she thinks she is.

I’ve never been the biggest reader of enemies to lovers, until this. This was so so so good! I loved their banter so much, and this is another smutfest lol.

Peacock - Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, Neighbors AU - Complete - Rated E - 72k

Thanks to a series of misunderstandings, failed attempts at flirting, and loud Katy Perry music, Ben grows to hate his new neighbor.

Proposing to her wasn't the best solution to his problems.

This is, hands down, one of the funniest fics I have ever read. I cried actual tears because of how funny this is. Slowish burn, but their banter will keep you engaged the whole time. I love this so much!!

An Unexpected Vacation - Scientist, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 62k 

“You don’t care that someone, that people will watch you fuck?” He looks two seconds away from puking. “Like multiple, multiple people will be able to describe your vagina. They’ll probably analyze it in a boardroom. Someone will feel proud about a shitty PowerPoint full of annotated pictures. They will use words like ‘arousal fluid’ and consult charts and these things will never not be digitally saved. That doesn’t bother you?”

“Are you suggesting my vagina is unworthy of analysis?”

--

In which Rey attempts to bolster her bank account by volunteering to fuck an Alpha in a scientific study. Plans go pear-shaped when she accidentally triggers scientist!Ben’s first Rut.

This was a really funny smutfest and I loved that. I loved Rey and Ben so much, and Ben was the perfect “I hate everyone but you” boyfriend! I love this!

She Doesn’t Normally Bite - Single Parent/Teacher AU - WIP - Rated E - 37k

Ben Solo is a single dad to 6-year old Ellis. Her teacher isn't the old-cat lady that he expects and naturally, sparks fly when they meet. Rey helps show Ben that he is allowed to be happy and the romance is DELICIOUS. There will be the happy ending we all deserve.

Both Ben and Rey have a lot to navigate, and of course - things are never straight forward.

Tw: Bens wife died when their daughter was born - whilst it is mentioned periodically, it does not form a significant part of the story. There'll also be warnings in the notes for the particular chapters it'll be mentioned in.

THIS THE ONLY WIP I WILLL EVER READ REY AND BEN ARE SO FREAKING CUTE AND ELLIS IS SUCH A CUTE KID AHHHHHHH! That is all.

Down an Inch, Up an Inch - A/B/O, Soulmates, Gym Rats AU - Complete - Rated E - 60k

Omega instructor Rey has always been the master of her domain at Rebel Belle Barre and wouldn't dream of dating an Alpha.

When her new neighbors at Supremacy Bootcamp start ruining her classes with their terrible music, she storms over to give them a piece of her mind. She challenges the beefy ex-Marine owner Ben Solo to a plank-off and the loser has to take the other's class. When they spark an unusual connection, can Rey stay away for long?

Has she bitten off more than she can chew with the gentle giant Alpha with the warm, sad eyes?

SMUT FREAKING FESTTTTT. Okay but I loved these two so much, even though I am opposed to working out in any shape or form! I love the non-traditional soulmate part, and I really loved Rey in this. 

Tea for Two - Enemies to Lovers, University Setting AU - Complete - Rated E - 67k 

'"This is a tea house, you know." The plummy, ultra-posh voice startled Rey Kenobi from her day-dreaming, almost spilling the scalding hot coffee over her chest.'

Rey, an American former hacker, turned cyber security expert, has been commissioned by Oxford University to protect their systems from hackers. Unfortunately, she has to work closely with Professor Ben Solo, Merton Professor of English Literature who also happens to be Lord Ben Solo, member of the English peerage. And an unmitigated snob.

She drinks coffee. He drinks tea. He only reads classic literature. She reads Marvel comics. He is nobility. She is a nobody.

Things should go swimmingly, shouldn't it?

SO. MUCH. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. I loved the slow burn aspect because I sat in bed because I was waiting for them to bone for so long. And after they bone its a smut and fluff-fest I loved this so much!

And They Were Roommates - Roommates, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

“This isn’t going to work.” He points a finger between the two of them. “This arrangement.”

Her eyes narrow. “You didn’t put any specifications on who could apply.”

“Yeah…” He rubs the back of his neck then, the action making it look longer, making her wonder what it might feel like under her fingers. “You have to know that this isn’t a good idea.”

She knows what he means, she does—but she’s so tired of being brushed aside for her designation that she challenges him anyway. “And why not?”

His eyes bore into hers, his expression blank as he says, “Because I can tell how much scent-block you put on—and I can still smell you.”

In which Rey’s new roommate turns out to be a lot more than she bargained for.

EVEN. MORE. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. Like these two would be eating cereal and I would be chanting, “bone! bone! bone!” the whole time. I loved these two, and the family aspect of this one was so good.

Imprints - A/B/O, Boss/Employee AU - Complete - Rated E - 74k

“I was happy you’ll be working with someone you know. He’ll take good care of you.”

Take good care of you.

The words send a shiver down her spine, sparking memories that flood her with embarrassment. She feels a strange itch just below her ear, her gland giving a phantom pulse as if her body remembers the incident even still.

Suddenly her triumph fades into dread, the idea of working here leaving a hollow pit in her stomach. Poe is still talking, but she doesn’t hear most of it. Her mind is firmly trapped in the vivid memories of six years ago— in a moment she wishes she could forget.

By the time she hangs up the phone— she isn’t sure anymore if she can do this.

Okay so this is pretty popular so I wont say too much, but it lives up to the hype. Smutfest, fluff and angst rolled into one beautiful fic! 

Bespoke - Enemies to Lovers, Boss/Employee (?) AU - Complete - Rated E - 38k 

When new stylist Rey Jackson receives a request to dress the hottest (and most unfashionable) new actor in Hollywood, she gets a lot more than she bargained for.

Mentally AND physically.

Because Ben Solo is freaking massive.

THIS WAS SO HOT OMG! Smutfest but also super cute. Another “I hate everyone but you” version of Ben I fell in love with. Loved this!

Incognito - Coworkers AU - Complete - Rated E - 30k

“Somehow Rey’s coworkers find out about her Daddy kink. They all kink shame her for it, except her coworker Ben. He has something else in mind.”

This was so funny! Ben and Rey were so cute, and I love Finn and Rose in this too! This was great!

A Home For Christmas - Single Parent, Sugar Daddy AU - Complete - Rated E - 109k

Rey is a struggling single mother who needs to do right by her daughter, even if it means she needs to steal. Ben is sad and lonely, recently divorced for the second time. When Rey's daughter picks him to help her find her mom, their paths cross and their Christmas becomes a little more bright.

This was so freaking cute OMG!! I know I say that a lot, but this was so adorable! I loved Ben and Rey so much, but Nova was obviously the star of the show. I cannot recommend this enough!

Unsuppressed - Office, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

Rey had only ever encountered two Alphas in her entire life that had been unsuppressed. And now this third one that stunk up the entire building. Not that it stunk, his scent. In fact, it was the most delicious thing Rey had ever smelled. ///////////////////////////////////// Ben Solo closed his eyes as he rode down the elevator from the 40th floor to the lobby, trying not to reach up to his glands to scratch them. Somehow, it felt like he always caught the elevator that was dripping in the Omega’s scent. The one that wandered around the building without any suppressants. The one that smelled better than any Omega he had ever smelled before.

STRAIGHT FLUFF AND SMUT OMFG!!! I loved this so freaking much! This was whatever the opposite of unresolved sexual tension and slow burn. Like Ben and Rey tried to make this a slow burn but they could not keep their hands off of each other. I loved this!

Sunshine and Gunpowder - Hitman, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 48k

She’s a teacher who would do anything to protect her student. He’s a glorified hitman with a heart of black gold.

Together, they make up odd halves of a beautiful whole.

THIS WAS SO CUTE!! Like, yes, I know Ben is a hitman, but when I tell you he was the softest hit man I have ever read, Temiri was so cute in this! I loved Ben and Rey, and their UST made me love them even more. Han and Leia are also hilarious in this! 

It Takes a Village - A/B/O, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 40k 

Who knew that all it would take for Rey Johnson to interact with her enigmatic Alpha neighbor without wanting to melt into a puddle of hormones was a baby being abandoned at her doorstep?

Not her. That was for sure.

THIS IS THE CUTEST ONE YET! I REREAD THIS QUITE OFTEN! LIKE AHHHHHHH SO FREAKING FLUFFY! NOT EVEN A WHISPER OF ANGST AND A LOT OF SMUT I LOVED THIS SO FREAKING MUCH AHHHH! AND THE EPILOGUE MADE ME CRY!

Sensual Storytime - Office AU - Complete - Rated E - 23k

When Rey Johnson starts a new job, her initially antagonistic relationship with Ben Solo from IT turns into friendship... and maybe something more.

Little does she know he also moonlights as Kylo Ren, the creator of her favorite audio erotica. One day at the office, worlds collide, and she realizes the sweater vest-wearing nerd of her dreams is also the tattooed fantasy man she listens to while getting off every night...

THIS IS MY FAVORITE REYLO FIC EVER. I RECOMMEND THIS TO PEOPLE WHO DON’T EVEN LIKE STAR WARS! THIS IS COWORKER BANTER LIKE NO OTHER. AND THE SMUT ? UNPARALLELED. READ THIS NOW!

That is all I have time for right now, but I’ll make another list later if anyone would like that! Please take care of yourself and have a great day! 

[worldsover]

Dal Segno ft. Chuu

length ✦ 3570

genres ✧ music making; oral fixation; facefuck; subby!Chuu

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Composition is only fifty percent of the process, you've heard, but it's closer to ten for you. For the importance of a solid melody and chord progression with the right instruments and singer, a song becomes less than the sum of its parts with bad mixing because all that effort goes to waste when you can’t hear something, or when something is too loud, or when a certain je ne sais quoi is wrong. But you do know. You don't have to be a chef to be a food critic but it certainly helps. Avoid muddling the lows as it waters down the soup. Carve space in the highs to prevent too much salt from killing the taste buds. Have at most five sounds at a time or else the flavors clash. Focus on these basic techniques to guide you as repetition wears down your mind. Funny. Repetition legitimizes especially in music yet here you are fatigued by repetition as though you weren't down four cups of black coffee. Repetition legitimizes. “From the sign,” the translation reads. Notation, simply instructing a musician to return to a certain point in a piece. You recognize it as an intro song you wrote years ago.

Glass and foam separate the undersized room. Cheap ramen and dampness in the hot air contribute to the odor. You would keep the fan on, if it were worth the extra time filtering out faint noise from recordings. The only scent that keeps you sane is a slight strawberry flavor lingering in the room. Jiwoo. Your muse. A large clock holds both of its hands near one with the lack of natural light muddling whether it’s AM or PM. Studios were always underground man-caves whether they were discount rooms or the signature workspace of the biggest producers. Here you are in the former. Look down at the Macbook and all the wires, sliders, and knobs. Deep breath. “Take 63,” you say into the cheap control room microphone.

“Not good enough.”

“Again.”

“One more.”

Look up. Jiwoo sucks on a grape lollipop. You stare. Watching her fixated on getting all flavor out of the purple sweet derails your flow state. See, work had a rhythm. Listen, volume up, hotkey to copy this clip, volume down. The obvious innuendo sends you offbeat. That perky butt bending over to get a notebook filled with lyrics entrenches the folds of your brain. She didn’t have to wear that skirt. You’ve seen that skirt already and you wish she weren’t wearing it. Oh, you really wish she weren’t wearing that skirt. Guilt sets in. You’re a trusted coworker, she, a naive girl. It takes a while to find your groove again. Your stare has yet to cease until she finally returns the eye contact with candy still in mouth. Her pink tongue laps to secure all the sugar and red pillows engulf the ever-shrinking circle. Pop. Anyone else and it would be calculated action.

“Oppa." Her voice resounds in your monitor headphones. "I don’t know if these harmonies really make sense. Why did you write the second voice to cross down below the main line? Plus it goes so low."

“To be fair, you wrote both of those melodies and you said you wanted them in the same song. Tell me anywhere else they’d work.”

“Ugh, let’s figure this out later. Next song.“

Dozens of takes later and Jiwoo’s frustration causes her to make mistakes. Sometimes she even tries to start singing with the sucker in her mouth. For the character she plays, you know she’s a professional and that she can be better. Yet hours later, she still could not get the vocal runs right. Incomplete songs bloat your project folder: "Jiwoo - Mania", "Jiwoo - Look Closer", "Jiwoo - Untitled Idea 21". Just a small side project that the company approved during another ample period of break time between comebacks. That’s why the director didn’t even let you use the company’s facilities, instead opting to rent out this cheap closet of a studio. At least no one would be mad about the amount of time you spent recording together.

You shift seats from the leather office chair to the white lovechair, the only two pieces of furniture that fit comfortably in the room. Jiwoo follows suit and leaves the recording booth, really more of a phone booth in square footage, while she huffs and puffs on her candy.

“I’m tired, oppa,” she says.

“Me too, Jiwoo. May I remind you that I’m not getting paid extra for this. Are you gonna focus or what?” your voice just a few cents down, just a bit harsher.

“I, I’m sorry.” A lick anyway. Her meek tone disappears, “Ya! You know how good your royalties are gonna be. Sole producer and all that. Plus, here you are still doing all this work for me." Why were you working so hard on this? "You know, if you just taught me how to use Ableton-”

“Then I’d be out of a job.”

Jiwoo frowns, “Wow, selfish much? You could’ve joined me as a trainee.”

“Nah, no way. Fish dance better.”

“Shut up, oppa. You would’ve easily made it with your, um, musical talent.” She clamps down on the lollipop with her mouth.

“You good? What was that?”

“Let’s," she stands promptly, "get back to recording.”

Crack. Jiwoo bites down on the lollipop and throws the stick in the trash. In ten minutes, she nails the verse she spent hours trying to get right. It'd be really nice to know what catalyzed that rally. You'd ask but driving Jiwoo back to her dorm is quiet as usual.

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Make a good impression on someone, anyone, on your first day as a mixing engineer. That’s why you returned to the Blockberry Creative building with an extra bar of Melona in hand. A simple bribery. Light beamed down between two skyscrapers on a short girl with long hair and strands of bangs adorning her forehead. She stood outside the lobby, introducing herself to every passerby. You had to pinch her cheeks, the intrusive thought screamed.

She scurried up to you. “Hi! I’m Kim Jiwoo and I’m going to become an idol!”

Ah, a trainee. You already knew she was destined to become one. Well, not literally, you weren’t in charge of that. But her overflowing charm was impossible to ignore. You had to tease her though, “Are you sure?”

“Hey! What would you know about that, mister?” she said.

You bit down on your mango. “Mister? First of all, I’m only a high school senior,” her lips rounded in surprise, “And second, I’m your new audio guy, and I know for a fact they’re debuting you girls in order of talent.”

“Woooow. Well, I’ll have you know, I have a great voice!” She certainly spoke lyrically.  “Wait a minute, I didn’t know they hired people that young.” You pointed at her. “Okay, I’m in high school too. But that’s different, idols start this age.”

“I guess. I’ve been making music ever since I was a kid, and they liked what I had,” you said and Jiwoo nodded in understanding.

She fluttered her eyebrows. “Sooo, is that mango ice cream for me? Oppa?” A little surprised she already called you that, but it sounded right.

“No, I have this unopened strawberry-” Jiwoo snatched the half-eaten cold treat from your hand, and started licking it. Trouble she would be.

You spent many recording sessions together, alone after all the other members left. She cozied up to you because her little musical snippets had to become full-fledged tracks and you helped her out every time.

Something changed over the years however. Your interactions became colder. It felt like you were the only one who she would respond to in a deeper voice. Jiwoo wouldn't pepper you with silly acts or mess around. Maybe she took you more seriously which is how you managed to make more songs together regardless. Then, you stood idly by and watched her debut. Who didn't love her? But when she was with you, you missed the playfulness, the ice cream and her riffing over your playful guitar strums. It turned less of a hobby and more of a job though you never regretted any second with Jiwoo regardless.

Under the Earth's largest natural satellite, you shared a simple meal in black bean noodles. She was still in her hippie outfit from the comeback, and you handed her your jacket since it was cold. You realized, there was something else there that you were too inexperienced to notice. Your bodies' radiation replace the chill in the air, a bubble with just the two of you eating on the grass in a park near your dorm. A cliche slurping on one noodle and Jiwoo pulled away. In embarrassment, like a damn anime character, she hiccuped. Good thing you didn't close your eyes when you leaned in.

“Wanna make an album together?” Jiwoo says.

“Sure.”

You threw away the noodles’ package and escorted her home. That was all you expected anyway. Fine.

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“That’s enough!”

Three goddamn weeks. It's been three goddamn weeks and you've barely made any progress.

Barge into the booth, slam the door shut and raise your tone, just below a shout, “I've had it up to here! You know how many of my songs have been mashed together in some unholy quest for your perfection? Just one unknown something is missing and either you start complaining or we move on to the next."

She backs up from the mic to the insulated wall but you continue, paying no heed to her, as you spout your piece to the artificially cold air, "You know how much time I’ve spent outside working on these songs? These are songs I’ve saved up over years. And you trash them like they’re nothing. How do you even manage to record LOONA tracks?”

Regret sinks in. This was your passion project as much as hers. Was it frustration from the recordings? Weeks of the same routine and it took until now for you to give in to your temper.

"It wouldn't even be that bad! If you could just one time, you could be cute or cheerful again with me, or,” Fuck. So stupid. You don’t have to take your friendships for granted like this. You’re lucky enough she treats you as much. “Hold on. Wait, I'm-"

Examine her face. It’s not sour and she hasn’t stormed out or even slapped you.

“No, no. You don’t have to say it. I’m. I’m sorry oppa.” She looks down. “I'm the one messing up after all." Her heartbeat a harsh snare drum. "And you. You're. Different. Looking at you always made me feel some, something funny. Not funny but? Ugh. I wish I could explain it.”

You hold in your confusion.

She blabbers on, “Like, are. Are you mad? I promise you, I,” A nervous breath, ”I like you. Okay?"

Your confusion grows like the length of your silence.

"I’m just acting how I really am with you. Do you want to maybe, I don't know, like," her voice decrescendos, "Um. Punish me?”

Your heart, your brain are deprived of blood as it all rushes down. Did you hear that right? Not an apology, not retribution, but a call to punishment? Misinterpreting her, the consequences would be dire but that damned demure tone for such an erotic request. Was Jiwoo the exact type of slut constructed in your mind? The one that made you feel sinful for even imagining. No, no, there's no way.

Too late. Jiwoo must have noticed the absurd bulge now. It had to be these Adidas pants today. Fuck it. Life can’t be lived fully without risk. Hopefully, the same switch turned in her mind. You remove all ire from your face and say in earnest, “Do you like games?"

She lights up a little. You sigh relieved.

"Let’s try…”, you say, ”Strip recording.” She lights up a little more, so you go on, ”If I mess up anything, the mix, the composition, the arrangement, I’ll take off a piece of clothing. Your choice. And every time you mess up-”

Jiwoo unbuttons her denim shorts and brings them down her tight legs.

“D- did I say now?”

However, with her resolve steeled, she continues pulling them. "So what? I did mess up, right?" she says coquettish. Deliberate the turn she makes when she bows down to remove the shorts from her legs, Jiwoo reveals a hint of her innie pussy on that same little ass that ran through your mind earlier. A small trace of her thighs glistens, the only thing reflecting the single lightbulb’s glow in the microphone’s abode. She turns back to face you. "Please. Punish me."

Step closer until Jiwoo backs up to the soundproofing. She’s an eighth note away from your face, flashing her beady eyes and a coy smile, ”Where's your underwear?" A little drop spills out onto the floor, "And why are you so wet, Jiwoo-ah?”

Red on her cheeks, like she only now realized her dishevelment in front of you. “You just… Something about you snapping at me. I don’t get it either. I knew you'd do it, some day, I wanted you to," she mumbles in her best efforts to answer you.

“Have you ever worn underwear to the recordings?”

Those efforts continue to fail.

"Oh, Kim Jiwoo. What do I do with you?" One of your hands grabs her cheek. The other crawls down her back to grab her cheek.

“Oppa… Do I have to say it?”

“I want to hear every." Smack. "Word." Smack. She slips a moan.

“Can you," she says, "can you use my mouth?”

You disguise your long pause as thought, teasing the bare skin of her ass with your exploratory fingers to bide time, but it's an expression of your shock. The interruption helps you come up with a more suitable punishment however.

“How about this then. Every time you mess up, you have to give me a blowjob. Call?”

“Call!” Once more, unprompted, she kneels down in front of you and claws away your track pants. You roll with the punches.

"Oppaa," with an pronounced pop and in a sing-songy rhythm, "I've always wanted to know, if your dick-" It certainly didn't need Jiwoo's dainty hands pulling on your boxers, as it would've sprang out on its own with how like diamond your cock is getting.

"Fuuuck," the first profanity you ever hear her utter, she lilts. "Please. Oppa. Fuck my face?"

After all she said, she could still surprise you. Bring your hips forward and just as you would've her pussy, tease Jiwoo’s lips with the head of your dick. She parts them open, starved, anxious.

Hold her by the chin. "Wait."

She freezes at the command. Again, like foreplay, rub her lips with that head making them turn redder and more plump. You sweep aside her bangs to see her begging eyes. More importantly, slide your dick up to her nude forehead to slap as a first act of retribution. “A-ah!” Jiwoo stutters as you slap her face with your manhood again and again. Bring your cock back down and she's already a mess without you even having entered her mouth. A little drool from her shut lips gently massages your balls while a bit of precum drools from your slit to meet those lips.

Jiwoo mumbles as best as she can with you holding her jaw shut and your dick on her lips, "Please. Please. Shove your dick in me. I need you in my mouth."

You squint your rough eyes to command her.

Muffled still, "Oppa. Please. I. I need to taste you. You just, you're so thick and you're so long and cock is perfect and please I just-"  Loosen the grip on her chin to let her envelop the entire tip with her warm lips. "Mmmmm..." the moan resonates a saw wave and your stern resolve fades away on your first entrance into her face but it returns as her teeth rub against you. She quickly readjusts her jaw but it takes multiple attempts of you pulling out and her sucking you back until only silken lips hold your cock's head. Finally. A focused glint in her eyes. She endeavours to keep your tip in her mouth as long as possible.

You were mad at her earlier, weren't you?

Recall this anger and press yourself into her with all your hips' strength, working against the force of her lip's airtight suction. Saliva leaks to betray the seal. Jiwoo's prying tongue explores the underside of your cock but you reach an impasse while she's not even halfway down the shaft. You shove your dick deeper but to no avail and tears roll down her eyes joining the fluids coating her lips. Thus you exit back out. And back in you go to repeat and repeat and slowly increase your rate, becoming rough sex with her diligent mouth. All the positions you’ve imagined fucking her little pussy, you picture using her throat instead. Even in this compact studio, the couch, chair and desk would provide ample support for you to use her in many ways. The dirty thoughts inspire your speed right now. She slurps and gulps at every quick plunge but you realize her moans and rumbles aren't just incoherent reactions. You decelerate.

“Ah, ahhh, ahhhhhh… Ah’ve ahways- Hmph.” She slurs as she tries her hardest to communicate while her airway is blocked.

She slides up your cock to catch some air, “Thought about it- Mmm.”

“Your dick in my mouth and it’s just so pew, fect- Ahhh.” Jiwoo's lips let go gently then her tongue sticks out to lick up your cock and she shows off a trail of spit leading to your tip. A less patient man would’ve jerked himself off right there to grant her eyes and open mouth's unison request to feed on your cum.

Instead you retort, “You think you’ve earned it? Not even halfway down. Going nowhere, just like our recording sessions, huh?”

“Shut up!”

“Oof.” You’re already weak in the knees so Jiwoo's one handed shove sends your tailbone to the floor. Since you’re still dazed by her confounding strength, she takes initiative and kowtows her head into your lap to crawl down your cock with her tiny lips. Fondling your balls, Jiwoo starts from the furthest point she could muster on your shaft up to your cock head. Her tongue follows back and she starts playing under your tip to swirl that tongue around the most sensitive parts until it explores your slit. You buckle and groan. Jiwoo sucks and spits and sucks while she circles only the most minimal twisting motion of her lips on your head. This is the Jiwoo you know. Relentless. Only now your load is her magnus opus.

Her right hand strays downwards and her face on your dick blocks a full view but you can tell that hand is working as intensely as her mouth. As she strokes herself with more vigor, she starts humming a satisfied melody on your tip. In kind, your subtle grunts turn into full-bodied moans. You're a single measure away from your coda so you reach down and pull her off your cock by grabbing her neck.

You glare into her. “Desperate little girl, aren't you?”

Her breath is stilted and she's nearly shaking. “Please…” she sobs, ”You, you want it as bad as I do right?” Of course. “Won't you just cum for me?” Not now. Not when you have putty in your hands.

“You're making a mess. You can't take me all the way down. And I see that it’s not just your saliva coating the floor.” Point to the spot where she kneels, her drool joins a stain growing ever larger with a strand of juice from her pussy flowing as you continue to berate her. Then you point to her hand. Ha. “Were you playing with yourself using my pencil?”

“No… Wait!”

You back off. “Your top’s a mess too. Anyone can tell I just fucked your face.” You take off your black hoodie and give it to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow for our next session.”

“Wait, we didn’t book tomorrow, did we? Also, you can’t just leave me like this! Oppa!”

"I said, I'll see you tomorrow. I have to go,“ you remind her, ”Ha Rin’s picking you up. And give me back that pencil.”

She hands it to you, unable to meet your eyes despite hers lusting over your cock. You'll definitely use the alluring musk on it for later to save you from your self-induced blue balls. Exit the booth. Of course she barely waits to use your hoodie the same way since she doesn’t notice you lingering in the room. Instead of hiding the grey long sleeve that soaks her neck, your used sweatshirt covers Jiwoo’s face as her fingers make the mess on the floor larger.

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AFF, AO3

Swear to god I’m not just writing the cutest idols to write for. I mean maybe I am but also this answer from @nsfwtwicecatcher​ and all the subsequent pictures that I found of Chuu pouting inspired me. Also, this was a longer piece but I kept spinning my tires on it and decided to split it up, so look out for more.

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Fermata, the aforementioned sequel

[teenwolfsnippets]

A Bad Trip in An Even Worse Life

It's a slow night at the bar, when possibly the most beautiful male specimen walks through the door. Stiles gapes a little before Boyd, his coworker, slaps his shoulder to snap him out of it. Right, being professional, he can do this. The man takes a stool and Stiles greets him, trying not to stare too much.

"What can I get you?" he asks.

"Scotch, neat," he orders.

His voice is smooth and has Stiles' heart fluttering. The man's wearing a dark suit that hugs all his muscles nicely and his stubble is so perfectly groomed, Stiles wants to touch it, maybe lick it. That was not professional at all.

He quickly fixes the man's drink and totally doesn't check to see if he's wearing a wedding ring, which he isn't by the way. Which doesn't mean he's single and Stiles really needs to get back to work. Stiles wipes down the bar and can't help the occasional glance. The man is avidly watching the television above the bar and Stiles subtly moves closer.

"Giants fan?" he asks.

The man looks to him, frowning.

"I don't really follow football," he replies.

Stiles nods.

"I think there's a baseball game on," he offers.

The guy shrugs and he's not particularly chatty. Stiles changes the channel anyway and receives a nod as a thank you. Stiles watches him for the next twenty minutes and the man keeps looking at his watch.

"Want another?" he asks, holding the bottle up.

The guy sighs, looks at his watch again, and then nods.

"Waiting for someone?" Stiles pries.

"Yeah," is all the answer he gives.

Stiles should probably leave him alone, but he can’t help himself.

"You from around here?" he asks.

The man frowns, but seems to relax again after taking a sip of his drink.

"Yeah," he says again.

Stiles nods.

"Me too. I'm Stiles, by the way," he says.

A brow raises, which he's used to.

"Derek," the man grunts.

"So, Derek, is it business or pleasure tonight?"

"Business," he says, sipping his drink.

Stiles nods and is about to ask what he does, when the person he's been waiting for slides onto a stool. He almost drops his rag because he knows the guy.

"Stiles, how've you been?" Aidan asks.

He takes a breath and continues to wipe down the bar.

"I'm fine," he says, nodding politely.

Derek glances between them, still frowning. Of course Derek would work with this guy because that's how his life rolls.

"Can I get a drink?" Aidan asks.

Stiles smiles tightly.

"What would you like?"

"Whatever my friend here is having is fine," he replies.

Stiles glances at Derek, who's scowling so hard at the other guy it almost makes him laugh. He fixes the drink and can't help but glare at the wedding band on Aidan's finger. The guy was an ass, Stiles doesn't know what she sees in him.

"So, Derek, shall we?" he asks, pointing to a table a few feet away.

Derek huffs, but agrees.

"Oh and Stiles," Aidan calls, grinning.

Stile glares at him.

"Lydia says hi, by the way."

The glass he'd been holding thumps onto the counter and Aidan laughs. Stiles' heart is pounding and he really wants to punch this asshole in the face. He's instantly stepping around the bar, planning on doing exactly that, but Boyd holds him back. He sees Derek pulling Aidan away, who'd chuckled and taunted him to come at him. Stiles struggles for a minute, but Boyd is a mountain.

"It's not worth it, man, come on," he mutters.

Stiles and Aidan stare each other down until the former finally agrees that no, getting fired for punching this jerk isn't worth it. He backs off and his coworker tells him to cool off outside, which he does. Stiles seriously doesn’t know what Lydia sees in him. When he thinks about how this man is raising his kid-

Stiles shakes his head. She made it clear, the kid isn't his, whether that's biologically false or not. She's right though. After what happened, he doesn't deserve any rights over that child. Stiles pushes the thoughts away, counting his breathing like he'd been taught as a child. He's only out there for about ten minutes when he hears shouting from inside. Rushing back, he finds the two men in a heated argument, something about finances or fraud. Stiles can’t really follow it. What he does know is that by the end of it Aidan is in Derek's face, threatening someone named Cora and that's when Derek's fist goes flying. He gets in a few good punches before Aidan tackles him to the ground. Boyd jumps into the fray, pulling Aidan off the other. Stiles doesn't hesitate to intervene when Derek gets up for another attack, holding the man back. Derek surprisingly doesn't fight him and is visibly trying to calm down.

"If you ever go near her, I-" Derek starts.

"You'll what? What are you gonna do, Derek?" Aidan chuckles.

Stiles thinks he could do plenty, if the hard muscle he's feeling beneath Derek's sleeve is anything to go by. Derek does shake him off then, advancing on Aidan, but Boyd pulls him away and eventually shoves the guy right out the door.

Stiles glances at Derek and gently prods him to sit at the bar again and the man follows willingly. He scoops up some ice and wraps it in a dish towel.

Derek quirks a brow and Stiles says, “For your hand.”

He takes it after a few seconds, nodding a thank you.

“’Nother round?” Stiles offers.

The man sighs and glances at his watch.

“No, I should really get home,” he says, but doesn’t move to leave.

“Sorry about, you know, the fight,” he mumbles.

Stiles snorts and say, “Dude, don’t be sorry. You punched Aidan in the face. You are officially on my list of favorite people.”

Derek’s lips twitch in an almost smile, making Stiles full on grin.

“So, you a lawyer then?” he asks.

“No, I own the firm,” he replies.

“Huh,” Stiles says.

Derek nods and they’re quiet for a few minutes as Stiles cleans glasses.

“How do you know him?” Derek asks eventually.

Stiles fumbles the glass because he has no idea how to answer that.

“He, uh, well, it’s a long story,” he eventually stutters.

He looks away, not wanting to talk about it and Derek thankfully drops it. The guy takes out his wallet to pay, but Stiles tells him it’s on the house. It earns him another lip twitch and Stiles suddenly wonders what a real smile would look like.

“A tip then,” he says, sliding a bill across the counter.

Derek leaves after that and Stiles doesn’t watch him go because that would be unprofessional. He picks up the folded bill and almost chokes on air because he just got a hundred dollar tip. Not even the regulars tip that well. Derek has moved to number 3 on his list of favorite people, right after Scott and Allison.

Stiles lingers around the bar after closing and is surprised when Boyd starts chatting to him about some band they have in common. Though unexpected, it’s definitely welcome. He’d been working at this place for about 2 months and he and his new coworker really haven’t said much to each other. Apparently he’s lived in Beacon Hills his entire life, but he was home-schooled, which explains why they never met. They talk about simple things like movies, books, music, television shows, etc. After an hour there’s an awkward moment of silence and Boyd pulls out two beers, handing him one.

“No thanks,” he says, waving it off.

Boyd looks a little disappointed, making Stiles sigh and reach into his back pocket. He flips his 5 month chip onto the counter and awaits the inevitable, but Boyd surprises him again by simply nodding.

“Gotta face your problems sooner or later, right?” he murmurs.

Stiles huffs a laugh and nods in return. They part ways after that, going home to sleep after a long shift. His apartment is only a few blocks away, but he’s not stupid enough to walk it. Not in this neighborhood, not at night. He even runs across the parking lot to get to his jeep as fast as possible. There’s a chance he’s being a bit paranoid, but it’s better to be safe than sorry around here.

Derek doesn’t stop in for another week, leaving Stiles’ nights completely uneventful and boring. The night he does show, Stiles isn’t bashful about greeting him with a wide smile.

[asavt]

Warm Canary Yellow

By Notebook

“Ooooh. So you’re looking to redeem yourself, Huh? Well, I suggest that you first head over to the city you terrorized for over three months. You know… The desert city where you made an army of dancing toads that you kidnapped.”

“Yes, I know.”

“The city where you reburied the Shroom Temple and forced the temple’s DJ to play music for you.”

“Yes. I know.”

“The place where you-”

“Would you just give me the damn ticket already!”

——————————————————————————–

Hole Punch gingerly rubbed the side of their cheek as they walked around, the newly named, Shnroomfit City. Yelling at the ticket agent for not giving them their ticket, somehow warrants them to throw their metal box towards one’s face, but whatever.

While getting their bearings together from that experience, Hole Punch looked around the area they were in, finding dozens of casinos, stores, and bars. Each one either gaudily decorated with LED or Neon lights or barely noticeable from the dimly lit sidewalk. 

Memories from months prior flooded Punch’s mind, as they continued to traverse the city. Memories of Toads giving them strange looks when they first entered the city, to Toads running for their lives when they began taking out the metal punchers. Toad’s, from the nastiest parts of the city, tried to come up to beat the snot out of them, only for them to either run away, get their snots beaten out, or become one of the dancing toads.

Hole Punch even remembers one particular fella, who had tree trunks for arms and a hardened look in his eyes, who tried to kick them out of a nightclub they liked. They responded to the older toad by toying with him, then punching his face out, literally. The fella wasn’t even a bad fighter either, it was just at the time Hole Punch was, and still is, a much stronger fighter and way more ruthless.

Just thinking about what they used to be, brings chills to Hole Punch’s spine. All those toads they traumatized just for being toads and all the sleepless nights they most likely caused after being defeated. They aren’t even sure if forgiveness or redemption is even possible for them, but they have to try. Why else would they come to the Oasis of Sandpaper desert?

Not wanting to dawdle any longer, Hole Punch lifted their yellow hoodie and walked towards the first homeless shelter they found. 

Baby steps.

———

“Your name is what! No! Why would I let you volunteer here! Get out of my sight, or I’m calling the police!”

“Err….sorry, you can’t volunteer. You’re far too dangerous.”

“Are you that that hole punching, f#$cker? Cuz if so, get the f$%k out of my soup kitchen.”

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that.”

“S-sorry. I can’t let you volunteer here. I’m worried for the kids’ safety.”

“I hope you perish in the desert and never be found.”

“You already have the temple of the shrooms! What more do you want from us?!”

“Nope. You’re too much of a risk.”

“I wish Mario would have destroyed you when you were just a small pathetic hole puncher." 

"Nope.”

—————

Sitting in an empty alley at the edge of the city, with little light to spare from the bulbs above, Hole Punch slumped their head in defeat. They knew that the Toads would still be a bit upset from what happened seven months ago, but they had no idea that their hurt and hate would last this long. Even the Snifits, who barely knew about Hole Punch’s existence, wouldn’t want to associate with the former Legion. 

The Toads sure made the Snifits wary about the disco dancer who took faces for fun. Not that Hole Punch blamed them, but do they hate and fear him that badly for this long? Or is it a select few and Hole Punch just got unlucky? They aren’t sure anymore.

As the former Legion continued to ponder on their predicament, they heard a ruckus near from where they were sitting. It sounded like two people fighting each other. One sounded a bit off and coarse, while the other sounded both terrified, angry, and absolutely done with life, all at the same time. 

Hole Punch got up from their sitting spot and ran towards the sound. As they got closer to the source of the commotion, they began to hear what the two were screaming.

“You….You! Must Pay! You must pay for what you’ve done!”

“I didn’t do nothin, you crazy bastard!”

“Yes. You. Did! You ruined my life of mine! You had your job! One job!”

“For the last time! I don’t take requests!" 

(Slam)

"Guhh!”

Right, when Hole Punch turned the corner of a building, they saw, far into the distance, a larger figure hit the smaller figure off the roof of a three-story building. The smaller figure hit a few things on the way down and landed in a pile of soft but frigid sand. 

The smaller figure limped out of the small sand crater, while the larger figure jumped from the roof and landed near the smaller figure. The larger figure walked towards the smaller figure and lifted them from near the neck of their hoodie. The smaller figure swung their good leg and kicked the larger figure’s chin. The larger figure dropped the smaller figure but retaliated by swinging their steel rebar towards the smaller figure. The rebar smashed against the smaller figure’s mask, causing the mask to fly off the smaller figure’s face and land on the cold desert sands next to them. 

The smaller figure tried to stand up and run to gain some distance, but their leg was badly damaged from the fall. Not wanting to go down easily, the smaller figure grabbed a stone nearby, while the larger figure walked up towards the smaller figure and lifted the rebar above their head.

The smaller figure was about to throw the stone towards the larger figure’s face when someone grabbed the rebar from behind the larger figure and threw it far from all three of them.

“Huh?”

The larger figure turned around and before they could react, the third figure punched the lights out of them. The larger figure dropped to the sands below, while the smaller figure merely stared in shock. They pelted that Toad with steel poles, shovels, bricks, and even a broken concrete block, and that still didn’t slow the rampaging Toad down.

Yet, a single punch from the person in front of them managed to knock the Toad out cold. Whoever this person was, they must be far, far worse than the unconscious Toad next to them.

Not wanting to find out why the person knocked out the Toad, the bloody Snifit desperately tried to run away from the figure. However, thanks to the multiple wounds and a possible broken leg they gained, the smaller figure didn’t get too far before the third figure caught up to them.  

The smaller figure tried to fight off the third figure as best they could, but due to their injuries, all they could do was weakly hit the third figure as they lifted them from the sand. 

Just as the Snifit were about to try and wiggle their way to freedom they heard, “Hey, It’s ok. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Huh?” the Snifit responded in confusion as the third figure began to jog towards the city. 

“I saw a hospital on the way here,” answered the figure, “They should be able to treat you there." 

The third figure explained as they began to head towards the hospital on 5th street. As they drew closer to the more inhabited parts of the city, the lights on the streets slowly grew in luminosity. 

It was not long before the street lights above bathed the two in light.

It was then when the Snifit was finally able to see the person who was carrying him. 

The mystery person wore a yellow jacket with small light designs and a hoodie in which they covered their head, along with a sun-like necklace around their neck. They wore a black shirt underneath and black pants. Their hair was a chocolate brown with bits of yellow sprinkled near the ends of their hair. Their hands had faint circle markings on both sides and their height towered over them. 

It didn’t take long before the little Snifit realized who was carrying them. It was the one person who his coworkers and friends constantly warned him about, the one person his boss greatly disliked, and the one person many Toads, and some Snifits feared till this day. 

It was the Legion of Stationary, Hole Punch. 

The Snifit froze in place as the Legion carried them to who knows where, thinking that this might be their last night. 

While the Snifit expectedly froze in place when they saw who was carrying them, Hole Punch continued to jog towards the hospital. Running could lead to the little Snifit’s injuries getting worse, so jogging was the best option.

When the hospital was in viewing distance, Hole Punch was finally able to glimpse at what the Snifit looked like, as well as the extent of their injuries. 

The Snifit’s dark burgundy hair was covered in dust, sand, and dried blood, while their honey-toned hands and cheeks were covered in cuts and bruises. Their leg was drenched in blood, swollen and purple in color, while their yellow jacket was full of tears with patches of fresh and dried blood all over it. 

Yeah, the Snifit was in a worse condition than they thought. 

As the two neared the hospital and entered through its door, the Snifit finally dared to look at Hole Punch’s eyes. 

To the Snifit’s surprise, their eyes were not the cold, sickening yellow that his coworkers often described but rather… a warm canary yellow. 

The type of yellow that reminds the Snifit of the sun that shines over the sky or the sunflowers that grow near the beaches of Noki Bay. 

Someone so dangerous shouldn’t have such warm eyes. 

"What’s your name?”

The Snifit looked bewildered for a bit at the Legion’s question. Wondering why the fearsome Hole Punch would ask for a random Snifits name. 

Before the Snifit could answer, the nurses and doctors took the little Snifit from Hole Punch’s arms and placed them onto the gurney.

Hole Punch quickly left the scene while the Snifit was wheeled to the emergency room. Hole Punch knew that if they stayed there any longer, the nurses and doctors would assume they injured the poor little Snifit. 

Deciding to retire for the night, Hole Punch scrounge up what little money they had and rented a room for the night. The sleepy former Legion fell onto the bed like a sack of bricks and slowly doused off to sleep, wondering if the little Snifit was alright. 

—————

“Hello. I’m here to see Lyrik,” Djei said to the main nurse who was working the morning shift in Sand Valley hospital.

The nurse browsed through the folders for a bit before finding the correct one. She then pointed towards the elevator before giving Djei instructions on how to get there.

“Just head up to the 5th floor, turn to the right and keep moving forward until you hit the nurse station. Ask for David. He’ll show you the way.”

“I see. Thank you.”

Djei waves the nurse goodbye before walking towards the elevator and hitting the 5th-floor button. As the elevator slowly rose to the fifth floor, Djei thought to himself on how in the world did Lyrik manage to get himself to the hospital with several knife wounds, a broken leg, and other minor injuries. Djei figured that when he got to the room, the Snifit would explain everything. 

When the elevator doors to the 5th floor opened, Djei stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the right for the floor’s nurses station. When Djei arrived at the nurse station, It didn’t take long for David to arrive and show Djei the room Lyrik was in. 

Once Djei washed his hands for safety purposes, he was allowed into room 207. There Djei found Lyrik lying on the hospital bed with a cast on his leg and bandages all over his body. The Snifit was watching the clouds roll across the sky, ignoring the world around him. Lyrik was brought back to reality when Djei tapped his friend on the shoulder.

Lyrik turned around and smiled.

“Djei! Long time no see, buddy. What’s up?”

For the next hour or so, Lyrik explained to Djei what happened last night and how he ended up in the hospital. 

——————————————————

Lyrik was walking home from his shift at the Sunburst when a certain Toad came stomping towards him. The Toad, who was smack talking about how he ruined their chance of getting a date, was the same Toad whom Lyrik denied a request for a particular song. The Toad demanded an apology from the DJ, to which he responded with a stern no. 

Turns out the Toad didn’t quite like that and tried to beat the living tar out of the DJ. Unfortunately for the Toad, Lyrik had some experience with street fighting and managed to dodge and parry some of the Toad’s attacks.  

At first, Lyrik had the upper hand but after a while, the Toad began to get more aggressive, as well as unpredictable. Knowing when to fold em, Lyrik turned tail and ran. Unfortunately for him, the cumbersome Toad was much faster than they looked. They slowly caught up to the Snifit and once again tried to bash the Snifit into the ground.

This game of cat and mouse went on for quite some time, with both sides receiving damage from either a pocket knife, broken bottles, bricks, and whatever else the two could get their hands on. 

It wasn’t before long when Lyrik found himself on top of a three-story building with the Toad right in front of him. They exchanged blows while spitting venom at the same time. As the fight wore on, the Toad became furious at Lyrik’s refusal to apologize for what he did, as a result, the Toad kicked Lyrik off of the building. 

Lyrik hit a few air conditioners and the remains of a fire escape on the way down, which resulted in his leg getting broken and torn up.

The Toad soon jumped down from the roof of the building and smack Lyrik’s face with the steel rebar they acquired on the roof. Luckily, the mask took most of the damage but it still left Lyrik with a nasty head wound.

With few options left for the Snifit, Lyrik found a stone nearby and grabbed it. The plan was to try to hit the Toad’s nose and hope it either breaks or causes it to bleed enough for the Toad to get distracted so that the Snifit could get away. Before the Snifit could put their last-ditch effort into motion, with the Toad ready to smack him again with the rebar, someone grabbed the weapon from the Toad and threw it towards the sands far from the three of them. 

Next thing Lyrik knows, the Toad is knocked out from a single punch and the mystery person carries them all the way to the hospital, and that’s when Lyrik found out who was carrying him.

——————————–

“What!” was all Djei could muster at the revelation on who carried the Snifit to the hospital. 

Lyrik slowly nodded his head in agreement as he looked towards the window. 

Like all the other toads in this city, Hole Punch left a bitter taste in Djei’s mouth, especially when the former forced the latter to DJ for him while Djei worked at the Shroom Temple. The two weeks that the Toad was forced to entertain the Legion, or else have their face punched out, was the worst two weeks of the Toad’s life. 

Lyrik still remembers when Djei refused to touch any hole punchers for a solid 2 months or when the Toad broke out in a cold sweat when they looked at a CD. It took a while for the poor Toad to finally use hole punchers and look at CDs without a major reaction.

“It’s true,” Lyrik said to break the silence between them, “I was just as shocked as you were when I first realized who they were… yet… when I looked into their eyes. They weren’t cold or ruthless but…. um… warm.”

“What?” 

“I said that-”

“I know what you said. It’s just that. You called the eyes of a hole punching maniac, warm.”

“It’s because they were. Look, when I realized who they were, I was terrified the entire time they carried me to the hospital… yet when I finally had the courage to look into their eyes. I didn’t find the eyes of a ruthless Legion, but instead the eyes of someone who is trying to find something… it’s hard to explain but… Their eyes were warm… Warmer than anyone I’ve met so far.”

“………. Look. I see that you’ve lost a lot of blood, so I’m just going to head out now. I’ll get you food when I come and visit tonight. Later, Lyrik.”

Djei waved goodbye to Lyrik as the Snifit laid on the hospital bed and dozed off. Dreaming of DJing at the exclusive Desert Jewels at the center of the city.

Meanwhile, Djei tried to process what he learned from Lyrik. Not only is the Guard for the Yellow Streamer back but apparently the Legion is looking for something within the city that never sleeps. 

Whatever the Legion is looking for, Djei hopes they will never find it. 

======================

Djei you will regret those thoughts--

I love this, I love how you characterized Devil, man, it’s great....

[ichorizaki]

chill halloween type beat—o.a.

genre   fluff, crack-ish

pairing  ōbi akitaru x gn!reader

warnings  zombies

word count  3.2k

a message from sol —  ✎ˀ my first fire force fic! and it’s for our capt ōbi✨ also, my tag list is open! happy halloween, folks~

-`,✎ synopsis!  ;  when your beloved boyfriend proposes a date on the eve of halloween, you thought of a chill café date. you never thought you’d be spending the evening screaming your lungs out.

The gentle breeze of autumn caressed your skin and ruffled your hair lovingly in a welcome embrace as you stood at the entrance of Company 8. Warm coffee and cinnamon filled your senses, warmth spreading through your core as you tucked locks of your hair behind your ear. Your grip around the strap of the plastic bag you were carrying tightened in anticipation. The smile threatening to bloom on your face like a chrysanthemum in the Japanese autumn was hard to keep at bay. With a deep breath, you took a few steps forward and entered the shabby-looking building.

It wasn’t your first time at Company 8. After all, your boyfriend of four years just happened to be the captain, Several times you had come over during your free time and the other employees were no stranger to you. That day was no different as you strut down the hallway, a huge bag of drinks in your hand for not only your boyfriend but also the lovely folks working with him.

“L/N!” You saw Maki’s beautiful face pop up from around the corner. She sported an excitable smile brighter than a summer day and you couldn’t help but mirror it. “Are you here to pick up Captain Ōbi?” You nodded, still walking until the both of you met halfway. Only then did she notice the heavy bag in your hand and an exclamation sputtered from her lips.

“I got some canned drinks for everyone. This isn’t my first time coming without empty hands; why are you so surprised, Maki?” Her cheeks puffed out at your teasing tone, holding her hand out to offer a hand with the bag, which you were more than glad to oblige. “Is Akitaru in his office?”

“Nope, he’s in the main office with Lieutenant Takehisa, Shinra and Arthur. Let’s head over together,” Maki suggested. Who were you to refuse, anyway? Among the very few members of Company 8, you and Maki had always been close. After a couple of turned corners the both of you finally arrived at your destination. While you had expected it to be lively because of Shinra and Arthur’s presence, you didn’t think it was extremely lively. Especially since you were looking at your boyfriend who was laughing at the two pyrokinetics as they came at each other’s throats. However, it was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Your workplace had lively coworkers, but their dynamic never quite matched up to that of Shinra and Arthur’s. 

“Oh, babe!” Akitaru called for you as soon as he noticed you. He walked towards you and greeted you with a hug, which you gratefully accepted and returned. You’ve always loved his hugs. You love the way his ginormous arms wrapped around your frame, the heat of his body spreading to yours and enveloping you with his cologne and a home-like warmth. You weren’t subtle in the way that you buried your face in his pillowy chest to drown yourself in his scent, which was why you were met with a grinning Ōbi Akitaru when you pulled away. He didn’t need to say anything to let you know that he liked it when you did that. Shyly, you averted your gaze with a roll of your eyes but did nothing to hide your smile.

“Captain and L/N are so cute together . . .” Maki sighed wistfully as she set the bag of drinks down on the table.

“Everyone better be on your best behaviour till I come back, especially you two.” Akitaru pointedly looks over at Arthur and Shinra, the former unabashedly grinning as he threw a thumbs up. “We’ll be back for dinner.” With that, the both of you strutted out of the building, his arm slung around your waist protectively. It was one of the little things that you love most about him. Another was his tendency to call for dates at least once every two weeks. Work kept the both of you busy most of the time—you, a senior editor, and he, a captain—but you loved that he tries to take time out of the day for you even if you do pay him and his crewmates a visit at least once every week.

“So what’s the objective for today’s mission, Captain?” You teased, neck craning slightly to meet his gaze. “It is the eve of Halloween after all. I’m disappointed that there were little to no decorations thrown up.” He mocked an expression of shock and offence, his free hand flying to his chest for an extra measure as you giggled at his antics.

“I’m all for the decorations, but knowing Arthur and Shinra, they’ll be nothing but fire hazards.” Your laughter—soft, vibrant, and it reminded him of church bells—filled the air and he couldn’t help but laugh along too. He loved seeing you smile and he loved it even more when you were full-on cracking up. Akitaru took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together and swung it ever so slightly as the both of you continued to walk to his tempo. “I signed us up for a haunted house at that Halloween festival in town.” Now that has grasped your attention. With an ever slight squeeze to his gigantic hand that held yours, you looked up at him with your eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“Eh? What’s wrong with the one I’m living in?” The look on his face was absolutely priceless. He was absolutely unnerved by the fact you nonchalantly just threw that comment into the conversation. You could see the flame of fear flickering in the aged honey of his eyes, waiting for you to say something.

“The one . . . that you’re living in?” You nodded. “The one that I’ve . . . visited, spent the night at, for the past four years?” You gave him the best innocent doe eyes you could offer, tilting your head ever so slightly to the side and nodding once again. All you could think of was how clearly spooked he was and oh how you wished you could take a picture of his face at that moment. It was priceless, and Company 8’s members would definitely get a good kick out of it. “Y/N, you’re kidding . . . right?”

The curtains closed and your laughter bubbled from the back of your throat. Your stunning e/c eyes formed half-crescents, tears forming as you gave your boyfriend’s hand a reassuring squeeze. He heaved a sigh of relief but even then, a smile managed to reach his face. You leaned into him, stomach hurting from laughing too hard at the reaction he had given you, and he released his grip on your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.

“Geez, you’re such a trickster, aren’t ya?” Akitaru ruffled your hair lovingly with his other hand, your giggles and his laughter eventually diffusing into the air. He pressed a gentle kiss to your hair and gave your shoulder a light squeeze.

The both of you then began to talk about each other’s day. Making conversation with him was easy. Perhaps it’s because of your mind-blowing chemistry, but you didn’t really care about it because you love to listen to him talk about his day. You love seeing the way his lips curl into a fond smile when talking about his comrades, the way he becomes animated when he talks about his line of work. You knew it was stressful, that you could one day be the receiver of news you never want to think of, but he’s so passionate about it. All you could do is be behind him to push him forward, and by his side to be his pillar. You just hope that he knows how much you love him.

Your conversation slowed to a stop when the both of you realised that the festival was right around the corner. Halloween decorations were in every single corner of the streets. Buntings in orange, purple, black and white strung across signs of stores that lined the streets, decorative pumpkins big, small and in between were snugly cuddled next to storefronts and around streetlamps. Music and lively chatter filled the air, the scent of freshly-baked pastries and drinks dancing in the atmosphere and mingling with the various chimes of ringing bells as patrons entered cafés.

The sparkle in Akitaru’s eyes were enough to take your breath away as he pulled you along with him. You slithered through the crowd of dressed up folks, laughing and giggling as he pointed out open stalls selling candy apples or cotton candy. Eventually, you found the haunted house maze that was in the heart of the festival. It didn’t take too long to join the queue.

“This is actually an escape room,” your boyfriend told you. You hummed along, nodding in response. “So I think this should make for an interesting maze.”

You noticed that the clerk was registering the maze goers in large groups. There were couples that got lumped together with a small group of high school students, and you figured you and Akitaru would be too. Not that you minded—they can be an interesting bunch sometimes.

“Asahi-san! Don’t be scared!” You heard commotion from behind you. You raised your eyebrows, surprised at such strong words and you glanced over at your boyfriend, who also had the same reaction as you did. “I have all of your backs!”

“Noya-san, don’t tell me . . .”

It was hard to listen among the voices in the crowd, but you could vaguely pick out the stomping of feet before a clamorous mix of laughter and screams of surprise (good ones, you hoped) made you jerk forward in surprise.

“Whoa! Noya-san! You’re so cool!”

They were beginning to get a little too loud so you decided to step in. You turned around and so did Akitaru, and you were met with the sight of a bunch of high school boys surrounding a smaller friend with light-up sneakers. A quick count summed nine of them up.

“Nishinoya, keep it down! We’re in public!” The one who scolded the show-off was taller, with a strong build and a short, neat crop of dark hair. He caught your eye and his stern expression immediately dissolved into an apologetic one. “I’m sorry for the commotion that we caused. We’re not from Tokyo and this is our first time going to a haunted house maze outside of our hometown.”

“Is that so?” Akitaru chuckled. “You kids sure are a lively bunch. Try not to have too much fun, yeah?”

“OSU!” The sheer force of their chorused scream—you were so sure it was practiced—threw you off-guard as you held onto his arm for dear life. They really are a lively bunch.

Both of you patiently waited in line, bumping up slowly until it was your turn. You were allowed in as did Akitaru, waiting in the lobby with another usher who stood where you figured the entrance to the maze would be. Your excitement could barely be contained, evident in the eager grin and the way you rocked your body on the balls of your feet as one arm looped around your boyfriend’s.

As you had guessed, you were grouped with the high school boys from earlier who walked into the room in boisterous excitement. It was almost contagious. The kid with the light-up sneakers, who you had guessed was Nishinoya, went up to the both of you. You watched him patiently as he stopped just about an arm’s length from where you stood. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he violently stomped his feet against the ground and they lit up.

“Don’t be afraid! The Guardian Deity is here!” His loud proclamation was paired with a rather aggressive jab of his thumb against his chest. Some of the boys in his group were laughing, most embarrassed and the rest awestruck. What a strange personality he had . . .

“That’s good to hear, kiddo,” you answered this time. Was it possible for his eyes to sparkle brighter than the LED lights on his shoes?

All eleven of you were granted access into the maze. You were engulfed in darkness, eerie music filling the atmosphere to form the sickly ambience of a cold night. The air conditioning was on full blast and it sent an involuntary chill down your spine. The boys had gone quiet too, speaking in hushed voices as they held onto each other. You would have made fun of them too if you weren’t also clinging onto your boyfriend’s arm for dear life.

You managed to navigate the hallway despite being in almost complete darkness. So far, there were no jumpscares but yet you found yourself anticipating for the first one with bated breaths. The grip you had on Akitaru’s arm was tight, knuckles growing white as the tips of your fingers began to freeze from the temperature. You weren’t a horror fanatic but who wouldn’t be easily scared in such a situation?

The forest stillness of the room was haunting. Nobody dared to make a sound in order to keep a lookout for the actors and any decoys on the way. A shrill automated scream made you jump, clinging onto your boyfriend for dear life and for his body heat.

“Don’t worry babe,” he pulled you closer to him. “I don’t have light-up sneakers but I think I can protect you.” You scowled at him and slapped his shoulder playfully. Even in the pitch blackness you knew he was smirking and snickering to himself.

Turning the corner, you were greeted with Chucky standing in the middle of the route. You were surprised, yes, but it wasn’t enough to make you scream. You heard Akitaru’s breath hitch right next to you but you were more worried about the kids behind you. A hunch told you that the Chucky standing before you wasn’t just a decoy doll. It was too dark to see the details even with the dim swampy, murky yellow-green lighting that flickered slowly. The atmosphere was straight up from a horror movie.

“T-To the couple before us, we’re ready whenever you are.” The meek voice nearly made you scream if it wasn’t for the fact that you just remembered you had an army of high school boys right in your rear.

“Hinata boke! You don’t just say that to strangers!”

Their arguing fell on deaf ears as you tugged your boyfriend with you upon taking the first meek step. You had your eyes trained on Chucky the whole time, carefully maneuvering around him. Somehow in the midst of it all, your hands had found your boyfriend’s and your fingers were intertwined with each other in a death grip. A surge of confidence pulled your socks up and you were taking light steps forward when you heard a high-pitched scream from the boys.

“IT MOVED! IT MOVED! Somebody hold my hand . . . I think I might faint.”

“Already?”

“Asahi-san, I’ll hold your hand!”

So the rest of the maze went like that. You and your boyfriend would be spooked and have sudden exclaims out of shock while the boys behind you would scream their lungs out and cause a commotion loud enough to tear the building to shreds. Regardless, it made you laugh whenever one of them ran up out of fear and bumped into either of your backs. It happened one too many times that you decided to offer them to stick with you both, which was how you ended up holding hands with not only your boyfriend but also a group of teenage boys. Akitaru was no exception—he, too, had to hold their hands to prevent separation.

You thought it was the end of the maze for you had found the exit at the end of the long, dark hallway. The whole group inched forward cautiously and carefully, wincing and letting out whimpers here and then from actors that grabbed at your ankles or brushed a feather duster along your feet. Daichi—you’d learned the reliable friend’s name when most of the boys gravitated towards him and yelped his name like a prayer countless times—heaved a sigh of relief from behind you. Everyone had their guard down and so did you and your boyfriend, briskly walking towards the exit. The grip you had on his hand was gentler as you gave him a squeeze of relief.

However, not even halfway through the corridor, zombies and tortured spirits alike came jumping out from corners and crevices you never knew existed. A couple hung from above, one crawling up from the floorboards before you and Akitaru. To say that it was chaos was an understatement. You were yelling, your boyfriend was yelling, and so were the boys. Your heart was palpitating in your chest, thrashing and kicking against your ribcage as you blindly reached behind you and grabbed one of the boy’s wrists, yanking the whole group forward. Your feet quickly carried you towards the exit, running and running with curses spilling from your throat enough to make a grandmother faint.

Fluorescent white light blinded your vision as you shoved the black curtains aside. You groaned at the sudden abundance of light after being surrounded in darkness for what felt like an eternity. A horde of hasty footsteps came bundling after you and Akitaru, your hands still holding onto him and whomever’s wrist you had grabbed in a hurry to drag the boys out before they got lost within the maze.

Bubbles of laughter erupted from Akitaru’s throat as he glanced over at you, his beautiful eyes forming half-crescents. You couldn’t help but find yourself laughing too. Was it the adrenaline pumping viciously through your veins, or the rapid beating of your petrified heart? You let go of his hand and at the same time, the wrist you were holding. When you turned back, however, you screamed the loudest that you’ve ever done that night and immediately jumped into Akitaru’s arms.

Your scream coupled with the source of terror’s made for confusion as the boys came piling out, also screaming at the zombie actor that you kidnapped unknowingly. How that happened, you did not know, but the second you calmed down, your brows furrowed and your lower lip jutted out in a pout.

“How the hell did you get here?!” You chided the actor, whose shoulders slumped.

“You grabbed my wrist thinking that I was one of them,” they pointed their thumb over their shoulder at a bunch of red-faced high school boys. “So I grabbed one of them too so you wouldn’t get separated.” A loud sigh escaped your lips, your dominant hand rising the push your hair back from your face.

“Thanks, I think . . .”

After some apologies, shared laughter and begrudging goodbyes, you had finally made it back to your apartment. Upon removing your shoes, the lights to your living room lit the space when you walked through the door. With a loud grunt, you threw yourself onto your worn couch. Your boyfriend joins you with a fond smile on his face, looking over your form before attacking you into a cuddle from above. Akitaru flipped the both of you so that he was your pillow with his thick arm draped over your back lazily.

“Shall we have takeout for dinner instead?”

“Yes, please.” Your groans were muffled as you buried your face into his warm chest. The horror maze was more than enough to drain out your energy for the rest of the evening, and it was barely even dark out. When you left the maze, the sun was barely sinking into the horizon. All that you heard last was your boyfriend’s soothing voice ringing up Company 8 to let them know that you weren’t joining them for dinner, and then black swallowed your vision as you drifted off to sleep.

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