#cocowrites

[roo-roo-roo]

Hi, this is my first time making a request and I'm a little nervous. English is not my first language so if I am wrong I apologize.

Esto puede ser bastante largo. Me preguntaba si podrías escribir la reacción de los líderes del dormitorio, Floyd y Rook, Romántica, pero si te gusta Platónico, eso también es perfecto. sobre una lectora que es una estrella, la lectora fue creada en un universo donde las estrellas son seres adorados desde que nacen, la lectora que se cansa de ser adorada todo el tiempo entonces sale al mundo (galaxia), a experimentar los diferentes tipos de lugares, otras galaxias, planetas, etc. (el lector puede viajar a donde quiera cuando quiera, y este tipo de estrellas pueden copiar cualquier cosa, ya sea voz, apariencia, poderes, etc.), el lector llega a un retorcido país de las maravillas. de curiosidad. La lectora usa pronombres femeninos, es alguien de baja estatura, como todas las estrellas sus ojos tienen estrellas jsjskd, ojos morados, se inclina más por gordita en forma de reloj de arena, cabello negro y como es estrella puede que también lo tenga muchos años de edad (entre 10 mil o 5 mil).

Mi explicación es bastante larga, me emocioné a mitad del pedido jdakdk. Espero que te sientas cómodo con esa petición.

A Prefect Who Came From The Stars

Dorm Leaders, Floyd, Rook x Female!Reader

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

TW: none

Hello, Prefect! Thank you for this lovely request! I absolutely love your idea and I thank the Sevens that translators exist! I would definitely miss out on such a cool prompt. Despite my creative drive, I had to split this one into three parts because I fear that Tumblr won't be able to handle extremely long posts. Not to mention, I have an upcoming midterms exam tomorrow (oh my...). Thus, I hope this will satiate your excitement for even just a moment. I will update the post with links once I upload more.

❝ 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

Heartslabyul was just as lively as ever. Another unbirthday celebration was organized at the dorm, this time in style. Pastry towers were meticulously put on enormous plates, and dessert containers resembled pyramids displaying a variety of items. As the breeze caresses your black hair, you immediately inhale the aroma of fresh roses. Following Riddle's overblot, the dorm got a little less rigid. However, this does not excuse anyone from accountability.

"Ace! I strongly advise you to stop this madness immediately!" Despite his petite stature, the inhabitants of his dorm dreaded the housewarden of Heartslabyul. “Oh, c’mon Riddle! It’s just a little frosting. The world isn’t ending now, is it?” Except for one, that is… 

Ace struggled to respond as he crumbled in fits of laughter along with Grim. Apparently, the first-year student decided that it would be fun to fling a spoonful of cake frost. Not at Riddle. No.  Ace wouldn’t do that on his own volition. It was supposed to be for Deuce, but he missed the mark by a long shot. Riddle breathed deeply, refusing to debate with rage. One hand was gripping the armrest of his luxurious chair, while the other rubbed the bridge of his nose. A small giggle escapes your lips as you reach for a napkin to delicately wipe the icing off his cheek. “It’s alright Riddle, there’s no need for you to be upset. Today is a wonderful day to have fun, wouldn’t you agree?” Riddle remained frozen on his chair. Hearing your exquisite voice was a new kind of dessert that Riddle enjoyed. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to chat. However, he continues to feel nervous, yet giddy when he does have a chance. “I s-suppose so…” He muttered under his breath. Wishing for your touch to last an eternity rather than a moment. 

The party went smoothly as the hours passed and it was nearing its end. Riddle had started a toast to close off the event. A new ritual right after each party where he would give thanks to everyone, emphasizing you, of course. If he could, he would spend hours pouring his heart out for you, and only you. But we all know that he would never admit that out loud. Unless you bat your pretty star eyes at him… 

“Miss Y/n, will it be alright to request some of your time before you go? I… I have something that I wish to show you.” You turn around to see Riddle extending his hand for you to take. The party ended a while ago, yet you were still here. Trey had asked for your assistance with a few things while he persuaded Grim to join Deuce and Ace on the way back to Ramshackle. Cater was apparently busy with a few things, so you accepted. Little did you know, Trey caught wind of what was going on between you and the housewarden. His best friend was easy for him to read, after all. “Why, of course.” You agreed and placed your hand on his, “you wouldn’t mind if I joined Riddle, right Trey?” Turning back, you see Trey shaking his head. “No! Not at all. You two have fun while I finish things up.” He nods to both of you, proud of his choice to keep you busy enough for his friend to gather some courage. 

Riddle then leads you into the dorm, meandering through the corridors and up the stairs. You saw something in the way he held you. Always so gentle, always so elegant. It was as if he made sure you didn't shatter like a glass ornament. The idea of his delicate touch never leaving your form made your heart skip a beat. It was different from the worship that you received throughout your life. You both end your journey on a balcony that oversees the vast maze they had. As you step out and lean on the railings, golden hues envelop your form. The sun began to set right in time for Riddle to see this picturesque moment. Again, he was frozen, observing you from behind. The breeze that came next made the scene even more immaculate. 

“Oh, it’s getting a bit cold. The view here is amazing though! Do you often spend teatime here? Because if I were you, I would.” You wrap your arms around yourself to remain warm until you feel another pair embrace you. “Yes… I do. Though, I wish I had someone like you to keep me company.” Riddle whispered. His voice had a wisp of melancholy and uncertainty. Hoping that you were fine with him giving into his desires for a moment. Of course, you were. You were doing everything it took not to melt him into nothing as your body started to heat up in embarrassment. Burying his doubts, you turn around in his embrace and cup his face with both your hands despite being flustered. There was no need for words between the two of you. All that was left were hidden feelings to be felt. And it was all washed away with relief as he kissed you for the first time.

“My apologies. You were just… simply irresistible.”

*Click* *Snap*

“This is like- sooo Magicam worthy! #Couplegoals!”

❝ 𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

“Where the hell is he?!”

Scratching his head, Ruggie looked lost in Night Raven’s botanical garden. Sure, he had visited the garden multiple times, however, he had been here for quite a while. Struggling to find what he was looking for, or who he was looking for. “I’m sure he was here, he did inform me a while ago before class started.” You replied, pushing a few leaves aside as you helped Ruggie search for the missing royal. You and Leona were… a case yet to be solved. You see, when you first came to Twisted Wonderland, Leona was skeptical. Your scent was different from the others. He first thought that you were some type of fae just like Malleus, but the idea wasn’t enough for him to settle with. You were something more, something he couldn’t understand. Thus, staying away from you was the best option in his mind. While the others would praise you and flock to your energy, he would stay behind and scoff at them. He didn’t have the energy to deal with you. He’s got other things on his plate.

You, on the other hand, were intrigued. He obviously wasn’t like the rest and that made you want to know more about him. So, you followed him around like a second tail. Always seeking him out, curious as to why he would avoid you. You would continue your search for an answer by helping Ruggie bring him food. Even going as far as to help him in his studies despite his reluctance. Slowly, Leona would lower his guard down just a smidge. He would still question you and your advances, but he would never admit that your company would make his day a little more interesting.

As you continue to look for Leona, Ruggie has gone to the other side of the garden. He suggested that splitting up would make the search faster before the next class starts. Your starry eyes dart everywhere as you walk around. Suddenly, a loud yelp caught you off. Making you flinch and look down. “What the hell?! By the Sevens, Herbivore! Do the stars in your eyes make you blind or what?!” Leona growled, sitting up from the patch of grass he was lying on. Apparently, it looks like you’ve stepped on his tail by accident. “Oh! Oh no… I’m so sorry Leona! I swear it wasn’t my intention-” “Save it. What do you want from me? I’ve been hearing you scream and run around the place like an idiot.” He cut you off, questioning you with a groan.

Did he hear you all this time? If so, why didn’t he bother to respond? Sometimes you think about how insufferable the young royal is. You’ll never say that out loud though. He might throw you off a cliff back at Savanaclaw. He’s strong enough to do it with one hand if he wishes despite your stature. “M-Me and Ruggie were looking for you. He brought you lunch as you requested. I wanted to help him out because he looked stressed today.” You mumbled, shifting in place as Leona glared daggers at you. He was irritated. He really was, but he couldn’t help himself from caving in. You were annoying but cute. “Oh? Were you really? It seems that you’ve been using that damn excuse every time you want to see me.”

Ah… You’re on your own with this one, Prefect.

“N-No I… That’s not-” You gave out a little squeal as Leona yanked you towards him before you could complete your statement. Your head is now resting on his chest, as he reclines on the patch of grass. “Don’t test my patience, Herbivore. You’ve been taking a lot out of my naps, so you owe me.” Grumbling under his breath, he shifted and faced you. For the first time, he was able to take every part of you in. With your dark hair sparkling even under the shade and your glowing eyes, he kinda gets the appeal now. He tucked a strand behind your ear, observing you closely. Gliding his thumb across your soft lips.

“Y/n...”

“Yes, Leona?”

“You're starting to look a bug the more you stare at me with those big eyes of yours.”

“Excuse me?!”

While the two of you lay and joke around on the grass, Ruggie ends up munching on the sandwich that was meant for Leona while watching the scene in front of him. He had just found the two of you but decided that it would be best to keep some distance. Not only because Leona was enjoying himself for the first time in a long while, but it was also because he was feeling a bit petty towards the both of you. So what? You’re not gonna tell him that you found Leona already? Ruggie thought you were here to help him. Now, he thinks that it would be best for Leona to starve a little. He’s pretty sure that the lazy royal already had his fill by having you alone.

❝ 𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

“Ah! Miss Y/n! Such a delight to have you here at the lounge again.”

Greeting you with a bow, Azul delicately placed a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. You were a bit wary of Azul even after the fiasco you were dragged into by Ace and Deuce.  Despite your adversity, the manager of Mostro Lounge would always make a statement with his “warm” welcomes. “ Come. Let us continue our meeting in my office.” Before you could protest, Azul swiftly whisked you away. His hand rests on the lower part of your back while the other holds yours. It was like he was waltzing you through the hallways. Despite the caveats that come when one interacts with him, he does have that charm. I mean, it does help with the business, right Prefect?

“There you go~ Is the seat to your liking? I was able to redecorate the place a few days ago. I made sure to choose something soft enough for your figure. It would be a shame to provide the bare minimum for such a being like you~” Azul muses as he circles the large desk he has after guiding you to your seat. “And what do you have up your sleeve this time, Ashengrotto? I’m assuming you didn’t call me for nothing, no?” You quirked a brow. It was unusual for the manager to waste the minutes that passed by. He would always make sure that business meetings would stay short and straight to the point. Time is money after all. Unless… this isn’t about business.

“Hmm? Is it strange for me to ask for your company without anything in return?” He hummed. His gaze was focused on the papers that he was signing, paying no mind to your reaction. Though, he would pay the Seven all of his money to give him an eternity for him to spend on you. “Yes, it is. The others would always tell me that you like things to be snappy, yeah?” Crossing your arms, you lean back and squint. His eyes shift to your celestial ones, narrowing as he smiles even more. He always thought of how funny it was that a small being like you could get all feisty. The contrast between your heavenly aura and tone of voice is what he loved about you ever since you two met. The moment made it seem like sparks were flying around him. Azul never would've realized how much he needed you if Jade hadn't pointed out how his habits have changed. He even wanted to present you with a contract, but ultimately, he decided against it.

"My dear… As much as I want to continue my teasing, I want you to know that I genuinely adore your presence. Albeit your wary behavior, I truly believe that I am the best version of myself whenever you're here." He sighed, leaning over his desk and resting his cheek on the palm of his hand. "Azul… you don't even know anything about me." "Then let me." He quickly responded, getting up from his seat. He made his way to you, offering his hand right after taking off his gloves. With hesitance, you placed your soft hands on his. It was warm, you thought. You realized that this was the first time Azul had shown a piece of his true self. His glasses no longer carry a glint of his sinister intentions like they used to. It was just Azul behind them.

"Let me know you. Let me know what you want—what you need. You have plagued my mind ever since we met and it hasn't gotten any easier for me. You keep me awake at night and bring my thoughts somewhere else during the day. What would it take for you to tell me what and who you are?" Azul breathed deeply, wishing that he wasn't so sensitive when it came to his feelings. He always wanted to pour his heart out, but he realized that you constantly avoided praise from your peers. He didn't want to drive you away any further. That would do no good to his heart.

He wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body. Your plush figure was enough for him to feel a little lightheaded. You tried to think of an appropriate response while clinging to his suit. "Do you have any other meetings today? I'm afraid it would take a while for me to tell you my story." You fidget, earning a breathless chuckle from Azul. "There is nothing for you to worry about. You have me for the rest of the day~" 

Rather, the rest of his life if the Seven would let him.

"Ah! There you are, Azul. We just saw the Prefect leave the lounge-" Jade stopped in his tracks with Floyd in tow. Both of the twins stare at their boss, a teasing grin slowly etched its way on both of their faces. "Hmm? What's the matter with you two? Wha- Hey! You better stop that Floyd or else I'll cut off this week's pay!" Floyd giggled in response. "You got something on your cheek there, boss!" He continued to smush Azul's face to get a closer look. Azul groaned in disdain, trying to pry the twin's hands off. "I was about to ask you if everything had gone smoothly, but it seems that you have already answered my question." Jade teased, covering up his grin. "What- Arg! What do you mean?!"

Turns out, you wore some tinted lip gloss and it left quite an impression on Azul.

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[cocosvalentine]

Confessions Of Sinner

Agent Higuruma seems to have other plans in mind

fingering, black reade, gunplay, calls reader princess & darling, dom!Higuruma, porn with plot, playful banter, etc

word count : 836

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Higuruma took a long drag of his cigarette before he turned to face you. He stood in the corner watching you struggle to set yourself free. Taking a final drag he walked towards you the light of the moon shining off the surface of his gun that sat neatly in his hand. “This could all be over, all you have to do is confess and I’ll let you go I swear on my life” The words came out almost like it was rehearsed numerous times. 

You glared at him knowing better than to listen to his words. You felt the bed dip as he leaned above you. You gulped as he trailed his gun against your lips down towards your stomach. “You can trust me, why would I wanna hurt someone as beautiful as you” You rolled your eyes at his words. “I’m sure your boss wanted you flirting with the person you hired to kill” he chuckles at your words as he grabs his whiskey glass. 

“It’s cute you think I care what that man thinks, though you’re right usually the job is done by now. But it’d be such a waste to kill such a beauty” A gasp left your lips at the feel of his hands trailing up your thigh. “Just confess to where you’re hiding whatever it is you stole and I’ll give you something even better” his hand paused just before the end of your mini dress. “Trading sex for my confession and here I thought you were more professional than this Higuruma” he leans closer blowing a soft blow to your ear before lifting his face.

“I don’t do it often, I do apologize my dear but I can’t help how you make me feel” A slight blush appeared on your brown skin at his confession and the feel of his bugle against your thigh. “Hmph even so, how can I be sure it’s worthy of my confession” you taunted watching how his smirk widened. His hand began to trail higher spreading your legs in the process. “Let me show you that it will be worthy of your confession,” he says as he tears your white tights before rubbing his fingers against your folds. 

“Already so wet? Don’t tell me you were waiting for this” he chuckles as he pulls your panties to the side before pushing his fingers deep into your cunt. A soft moan left your lips as your back arched off the bed. “So fucking tight, look how you’re sucking me in” he pumped his fingers in a slow sensual manner. Almost teasing, as if he wanted you to beg him for more. A loud moan left your lips as he slowly increased his speed. 

His lips meet your neck giving you soft wet kisses. “F-fuck” you moaned, biting your lips to hold off any more of your sounds. “Such a messy girl, look at the mess you’ve made” he whispered in your ear as he pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt. You watched as he licked his fingers clean. “So fucking sweet” he groaned as he sat up between your legs. “I wonder what else you’ll let me put inside there” his eyes shifted towards his gun causing your eyes to widen.

“If you don’t want to I won’t force you” but even with his words, you couldn’t help the adrenaline pumping inside you. “It’s empty if you’re wondering” At those words, you nodded your head. “I need your words darling” He leaned down towards your face as he grinded his bugle against your pussy. “I want you to fuck me with your gun” his eyes widened at your sudden boldness but he complied.

You watched as he trailed it down towards your clit pressing it against it. Soft mewls left your lips as he twirled it around your clit. He pressed it against your fold soaking it in your wetness before slowly pushing it in. “Oh fuck!” you whimpered loudly as he began to pump it at a slow taunting pace. “F-faster fuck me faster with it” you whined.

His movements increased as your moans grew. The cold metal of the gun against your warm cunt drove you insane. Your cunt grew wetter with each thrust soaking the sheets beneath you. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum” you whined and gasped feeling a burning feeling in the pits of your stomach. ��Fuck Higuruma” you moaned his name loudly as his pace increased. “Cum for me princess” he groaned his eyes focused on the sight of your pussy sucking the gun in.

A loud moan escaped your lips as your juices spilled out. You lay there breathless as he pulls it out. “Truly a sight to behold,” he says as a short chuckle leaves his lips. You watch as he licks your juices off the gun. “Is it? But I’m not sure if that’s worthy of my confession we might have to go a few more rounds” you teased but it only grew his excitement. 

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[courtonfire]

Foxxian + Dragonji bookstore/cafe, friends to lovers AU 🥰☕️📖

Lan Wangji's tail swishes with anticipation as he watches the door from behind the register.

Any minute now, his cozy, peaceful cafe/bookstore will be filled with all the chaos a Hulijing has to offer. His heart dance

The customers have long since been chased away by the small snowstorm outside, leaving the cafe in comfortable silence.

In the center of the room, surrounded by large chairs, a fire crackles eagerly, offering its heat and warm, flickering light to the space. Outside, snow drifts lazily to the ground. For now, it lays pristine and undisturbed, but it's nearly 7pm, which means any second now --

Bright laughter floats in from outside, as though carried in by a wayward snowflake. Lan Wangji sits up straighter. Its source bounces into view of the large windows a second later. Lan Wangji watches fondly as the hulijing kicks up the snow and attempts to catch falling flakes in his mouth.

The top of his head is covered by a bright red beanie, with space for his blackish-grey ears to stick out. What is visible of his long, raven hair is speckled with white spots of snow, as are the nine bushy tails behind him. The rest of him is covered by a large, black cloak with a gold pattern stitched onto it. Jyl must have gifted it to him for his birthday a few weeks ago, Lan Wangji guesses. It's a nice replacement for the ratty, faded red coat he used to wear.

As though sensing Lan Wangji's insult to his former favorite jacket, the Hulijing abruptly spins around to look through the window. Silver eyes lock onto him immediately and a wide smile stretches across the fox spirit's face, sharp fangs visible. He quickly bounds to the door, still kicking up as much snow as possible as he goes. 

"Lan Zhan!!" He cries, pushing the door open. Lan Wangji isn't sure if Wei Wuxian's presence or the cold air fills the space faster, but they each slam into him with great force.

"Wei Ying." The corners of his lips tick up in a soft smile. Wei Wuxian's gaze softens ever so softly. He skips over and rests his elbows on the counter, leaning into Lan Wangji's space, the way he always does. It once irritated Lan Wangji beyond all reason, but now it feels like a relief. Like the warm sun has finally decided to kiss his chilled skin.

"What do you have for me today?" Wei Wuxian asks with an eager grin.

"Due to the weather, the special today was a hot chocolate with..." Lan Wangji intentionally trails off. It has the intended effect.

Wei Wuxian's eyes sparkle with interest. He leans a little closer.

"Oh? Is there something more?"

"Mn. Chili peppers."

Wei Wuxian gasps dramatically and reels back, out of Lan Wangji's space. It doesn't feel like a loss in the face of such clear delight.

"Chili peppers?! No way!?"

"Yes way," Lan Wangji answers mildly. Wei Wuxian tilts his head back in a laugh. "Lan Zhan, you are too much!" He declares, ears twitching happily. "I'll take one of those!"

Lan Wangji nods and sets off to make it, intentionally not charging him, as always. And as always, Wei Wuxian stuffs far too much money in the tip jar when he thinks Lan Wangji isn't looking. They fall into a comfortable silence as Lan Wangji makes the drink. Wei Wuxian browses the new arrivals section absentmindedly. When he finds one that intrigues him, he carefully tugs it out and flips through it.

"Hey, Lan Zhan," he calls just as Lan Wangji is squirting an unreasonable amount of whipped cream onto his drink, the way he knows Wei Wuxian likes. As an afterthought, he sprinkles an extra dusting of chili powder as well.

"How long do you think I've been a regular here now?"

Lan Wangji sets the drink on the counter and considers it. "Hm. Around eight months, I believe."

Eight lovely, wonderful, warm months of Wei Wuxian visiting him every evening at 7, no matter the weather or the kind of day he's had.

"Eight months? Wow," Wei Wuxian shakes his head in disbelief. He slides the book back onto the shelf and returns to the counter. He pulls the warm mug into his hands but doesn't drink from it yet.

"And..." He hesitates. Concerned curiosity teases Lan Wangji's mind. Wei Wuxian very rarely hesitates unless he's talking about something especially serious. "Do you think... um, do you think we're friends?"

Lan Wangji blinks. That was not the question he was expecting.

"Yes, of course," he answers immediately. The tension drains from Wei Wuxian's shoulder and he offers him a relieved smile.

"Okay, good. I think so too, but I wasn't sure..."

"You weren't sure I felt the same," Lan Wangji finishes for him, heart twisting painfully in his chest. "Wei Ying, I look forward to your visits every day. Getting to know you has brought me great joy over the past several months."

As he speaks, Wei Wuxian's eyes grow wider, a bright flush rising high on his cheeks. "I hope to keep you in my life for many years to come."

Wei Wuxian squeaks and lifts the mug to hide his face. "Lan Zhaaaaan," He whines, ears flat against his head. "You can't just say things like that! My heart can't take it! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Lan Wangji huffs and moves to wipe down the tools he used for the drink.

"Of course not. That would contradict my previous statement."

"Well, how am I supposed to know when you say things like that?" Wei Wuxian lowers the drink to pout at him. "It sounds genuine on the surface, but I really almost had a heart attack, er-gege! How do I know that wasn't your intention all along?!"

Lan Wangji peers at him from the corner of his eye, intentionally letting it glow a little.

"You don't," he says darkly. It gets the desired reaction.

Wei Wuxian's jaw drops in horror, but his eyes shine with glee, tails flicking happily behind him. "I knew it!" He gasps. "This has been your plan all along hasn't it?!"

Lan Wangji curls his tail around his own leg and looks away. "Maybe. Maybe not."

A wide, toothy grin cracks Wei Wuxian's mock scared expression. "Well, I've got my eye on you now, er-gege! You won't be able to take me out so easily!"

"We'll see."

Wei Wuxian laughs and finally brings the hot chocolate to his mouth. The second the liquid hits his tongue, his eyes roll back in an exaggerated moan. The pointed tips of Lan Wangji's ears burn. He hurries to cover them with his hair before Wei Wuxian notices.

"Mmmm this is so good, Lan Zhan!" He cries. "Definitely the best I've ever tasted. You may not be able to top this, honestly."

Lan Wangji preens at the high praise. "I will try my best," he promises.

Wei Wuxian grins at him. On his nose is a small dollop of whip cream. Lan Zhan leans back and tightly grips the counter behind him to prevent himself from leaning forward to kiss it off. They fall back into silence, occasionally broken by Wei Wuxian's quiet sounds of enjoyment and words of praise.

When he finishes the beverage, he leans back with a satisfied sigh, rubbing his belly happily.

"So good," he mumbles, eyes half-lidded. The combination does unspeakable things to Lan Wangji's self-control, so he busies himself with emptying the pastry cabinet in preparation for tomorrow.

Wei Wuxian watches him quietly, tails swishing lazily. When Lan Wangji absentmindedly slides him a leftover lotus cake he knows he likes, his expression turns thoughtful.

"Say, Lan Zhan," he starts, leaning forward to rest his head on his hand.

Lan Wangji hums, not looking up from his task.

"Do you happen to have any relationship advice books?"

Lan Wangji pauses.

"...Relationship advice books?"

"Mhm," Wei Wuxian confirms, watching him closely. "See, there's someone I want to woo, but I'm not sure how to go about it. I feel like I've tried everything, but nothing seems to work."

At this, his bottom lip juts out in a pout, ears drooping sadly. Lan Wangji hardly notices. A loud buzzing fills his ears, dulling his senses. He feels like a movie character in a scene where a bomb has gone off nearby. Stumbling around, shaken and confused, trying to figure out what happened. There's an empty spot where a large structure used to be and a new reality needs to be processed.

Wei Wuxian has someone he wants to woo -- someone he wants a relationship with. "And since I happen to have a friend with a cafe slash bookstore," Wei Wuxian is saying, oblivious to his plight. "I thought maybe he'd have something to help me out."

And he wants Lan Wangji's help to do it. A growl builds in his chest at the thought of helping put Wei Wuxian in another person’s arms. He forces it down, along with all the other unreasonable feelings of jealousy and bitter disappointment. No matter how bad Lan Wangji wants him to, Wei Wuxian does not belong to him. Nor does he owe him anything.

Lan Wangji developed these feelings by himself. They are his own problem. Wei Wuxian is under no obligation to return or take responsibility for them.

He is coming to Lan Wangji as a friend. And so a friend he will be.

"The self-help section is the case closest to the window. Relationship advice books are on the second shelf."

Wei Wuxian chirps his thanks and skips to the indicated location. As he browses his tongue pokes out between his teeth.

He looks so pretty like this, curious and determined. Lan Wangji wants to carry him up to his apartment upstairs and hide him from whoever is trying to steal him away. The pastry plate in his hands almost shatters from his tight grip. He rips his eyes away and still his tail that had begun flicking angrily across the floor.

It is time to do the dishes, he decides. In the back, where Wei Wuxian is well out of sight. Perhaps the sound of the rushing water will drown out his shameful thoughts.

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"Lan Zhaaan," Wei Wuxian singsongs when Lan Wangji shuts the water off. "Come help!"

Lan Wangji takes a deep breath to brace himself, then steps back to the front. Doing the dishes did indeed help him calm down a bit. Which is good because he has a feeling things are about to get a lot worse. 

Wei Wuxian fixes him with a teasing grin when he comes into view.

"Er-gege, isn't it poor business practice to leave your favorite customer all alone?"

"I did not leave my favorite customer alone. Just a regular one," Lan Wangji deadpans.

Wei Wuxian sputters. "You --! You are so mean!"

"No one believes me when I say you're the meanest person around, yet the proof is right here!"

Lan Wangji raises a brow. "No one believes that?"

Wei Wuxian deflates a little. "Yeah, okay, everyone believes that one -- but they shouldn't!"

A swirl of happiness curls in his gut. If Wei Wuxian ever thought him mean or cold and unapproachable, he did so with gleeful amusement. A rare person who appreciates a rose's thorns, even when they prick his finger. 

"But still!" Wei Wuxian cries. "You're not closed yet. What if someone came in?! I called for you so many times, but you didn't answer! I would have had to make that hot chocolate myself!"

Lan Wangji shudders at the thought of anyone tasting something Wei Wuxian made with easy access to spice. "Exactly! Very irresponsible of you, er-gege," he scolds.

Lan Wangji doesn't roll his eyes, but it's a close call.

"There is a storm and I close in 15 minutes. It is unlikely someone would come in."

"You called for my help?" he reminds. "Ah, yes!" Wei Wuxian jerks upright and slides a book towards him.

'How to Get the Man of Your Dreams in 5 Simple Steps' the title reads.

The urge to burn it is so strong tendrils of smoke slip out of Lan Wangji's nose. Luckily, Wei Wuxian is too busy flipping to the table of contents to notice. "Okay, so I'm gonna read out this person's ideas one by one, and you tell me if you think they would work on you."

Lan Wangji pauses. "On me?"

Wei Wuxian hums an affirmative. His ears twitch like he's nervous, but Lan Wangji doesn't know why he would be. "Yeah, I mean, you've gotta be one the toughest nuts to crack in the whole world," he laughs, the sound a bit pitchier than normal. "So if it works on you, then it could work on anyone, right?"

"Perhaps," Lan Wangji agrees slowly. "But everyone is different."

And much less biased than he is, he doesn't say. Anything Wei Wuxian does works on him, even breathing.

"Not that different or chumps like this would never sell anything! So just listen, okay?"

"Mn."

"Alright, the first one is easy. Make eye contact."

Lan Wangji's brows scrunch. How does that count as a first step? He tries to look at the book, but Wei Wuxian sweeps it out of sight.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Wei Wuxian chides. "Don't look away. You gotta try it to know if it'll work, okay?"

Lan Wangji hesitates. "I thought you were just going to say them?"

"I will say them," Wei Wuxian confirms. "But how will you know it'll really work if you don't try it?"

That is... somewhat true. But still, this seems a bit odd.

"Just trust me, okay Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian looks at him with pleading eyes.

"...Mn," Lan Wangji agrees. When their eyes finally lock, Lan Wangji can suddenly no longer recall why he felt uncertain. Satisfaction swirls in those silver eyes, drawing him in like a siren's song. He's always known how beautiful they are, but never how dynamic. Every shade of grey seems to be hidden in their depths. Lan Wangji thinks he could spend hours cataloging each fleck. Maybe he could even publish the results.

"Good boy," Wei Wuxian murmurs. "Is this working for you?"

"..Mn," Lan Wangji croaks.

"Okay," Wei Wuxian says breathily. "Okay, that's good."

"All these steps need to be combined, so don't look away."

"I won't." He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Wei Wuxian has had him completely enthralled from the moment he first stepped through the door all those months ago.

"The second step says to hold their hand." Lan Wangji reaches out his hand with no hesitation. Half a beat later, warm fingers lace between his and squeeze. Oxygen shakes and rattles its way out of Lan Wangji's lungs. He squeezes back.

There's something in Wei Wuxian's eyes that Lan Wangji can't quite place. But it fills him with tentative hope. "This doing anything?"

Lan Wangji nods slowly, like honey dripping from a spoon. "Mn."

"Good," Wei Wuxian murmurs. "Third step is to smile."

A soft smile stretches across his lips, as easy as breathing. Lan Wangji has seen a lot of Wei Wuxian's smiles. Each one has a special place in his mind and in his heart, but this one may be his favorite.

"This one also works," he concludes without prompting.

Wei Wuxian chuckles and squeezes his hand again.

"I'm glad. Three out of five so far isn't bad. Maybe this book isn't total garbage."

"It does not seem to be," Lan Wangji agrees. "Fourth step?"

Wei Wuxian inhales shakily and nods. "Fourth step is to tell them what you like about them."

An emotion fleets across his face, but it hardens into determination before Lan Wangji can read it. 

"Lan Zhan, you are one of the kindest men I have ever met. It is one of the world's greatest atrocities that some people are too dense and self-absorbed to see how smart, wonderful, funny, and thoughtful you are. I hate to think of what my life would look like without you in it,” he pauses to take a deep breath, then continues. 

“If that's too broad, then I also like the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about the latest piece you learned on the guqin or a cute rabbit picture you saw earlier. I love how you challenge me, but never in a way that makes me less. And, in the beginning, it fascinated me how someone who seemed so cold could design a space as warm and inviting as your cafe is. I didn't believe you did it yourself for weeks, Lan Zhan!" His laughter fades into a fond smile. "But that was just because I didn't know you yet. Now I can see how it perfectly reflects you."

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji gasps. It's a miracle Wei Wuxian's bones haven't been crushed from how tightly Lan Wangji is gripping his hand. He should lighten his hold, but his muscles refuse to comply. "Wei Ying I --"

"Step 5," Wei Wuxian stops him. The words sound as though they're stumbling out of him, like if he stops now, they may never be heard. "Is to confess your feelings and hope to the heavens that they're returned because you have no idea what you'll do if they're not."

Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath and allows his eyes to slip closed. Silence blankets the room. Lan Wangji watches him closely, his breath frozen in his lungs.

It seems Lan Wangji was wrong. The spell he's been under was not caused by those gorgeous silver orbs, but by Wei Wuxian's mere existence. Wei Wuxian visibly steels himself and when his eyes open, they pierce straight into Lan Wangji's soul.

"I love you, Lan Zhan. You're the best person I have ever known and I've been in love with you for a long time now. And, if you'll allow it, I'm sure I will be for the rest of my life."

It takes half a second for Lan Wangji to lunge over the counter and pull him into a searing kiss.

Another half second for Wei Wuxian to overcome his surprise and enthusiastically throw himself into it. Five minutes for Lan Wangji to flip the store sign to close and tug Wei Wuxian towards the stairs, their lips never parting.

10 minutes to realize he never responded and fervently whisper "I love you, I love you, I love you. Best person I've ever known. I'll love you for the rest of my life."

2 hours for them to slow down enough to actually talk things through. What they mean to each other, what they want to be, and for how long they've wanted to be it.

1 month for Lan Wangji to buy a ring and ask Wei Wuxian to marry him.

And less than a second after that for Wei Wuxian to say yes.

♥️The end♥️

I loved writing this and I hope you all enjoyed it! I wrote it for @fae-hulijing‘s birthday a couple weeks ago and loved the thought of moving it on here! It may be one of my favorite fics I’ve written!

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 | JOHN DORY

request. @Striped_Scheme on wattpad Requesting a JD x Reader where they've been dating since BroZone days but he kinda just left her with no goodbye and tries to reconcile and convince them to come help and save Floyd lol ("Technically we never really broke up"☝🤓) word count. 2.2k warnings. the word fuck lol. timeline. pre-trolls trilogy, pre-trolls band together. song. baby it's cold outside with some slight alterations (tell me he wouldnt. i DAREEE you.) a/n. honestly. idea was good, but my writing was not it so apologies but love u... thanks for reading lolz... probably rushed... (i do that alot in my writing how to not rush help me) no doubt ooc characters, characters will always be ooc.

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"He's gone? What do you mean gone?"

Floyd could sense your distress. Panicked voice squeaking and your eyes darting all over the small backstage area for your boyfriend, on how exactly he could've left without you catching him.

You were in front of the stage, courtesy of being the partner of a band member, which was amazing but also granted limited viewing if they went too far back. From what you did see, the expressions were a solemn mixture of embarrassment, anger, disappointment.

You barely paid attention to the fans, who were also attempting to go in the same direction as you. Getting caught up in them took a whole lot of convincing the security.

But still, you were just at the door, and you heard him through it. Where had he gone? Was he okay? He fell from a very tall place in front of a crowd of fans, which was probably more damaging to him compared to actually getting injured—but not for you.

You watched him stumble backstage, stumble.

Baby Branch hid behind Floyd, wrapping the little leaf-sewn vest around his body, looking from his older brother to you, worried.

Where's the rest of the band?

"He just left. Everyone did. The band's..." Floyd paused, sighing, "BroZone's over."

You stood confused, your brows furrowing at his words. Over? How could they be over? This was just the start of their world tour. The band couldn't just break up over one failure.

"Over?"

They weren't that fragile, were they?

You loved all the brothers; they were like your own family, but your worries were set on only one of them for the time being.

"Did J at least say where he was going?"

Floyd nodded his head but remained unsure of what your thoughts would be on his answer. He glanced down at baby Branch, who was huddled around his leg.

"He was upset, really upset," he explained. "Said he was going to go hiking to the Neverglades... alone."

The change in your face told him everything, and he was quick to extend his hands in front of him. "But John Dory always says crazy things like that, and he never goes through with them. I'm sure he probably just went up to The Point."

That did seem like a logical explanation, and it was. Floyd may not have been the oldest, but he always had reason and logic behind his smart words.

"You're right." You were still stressed, no doubt, but that calmed your fears down. "Are you guys gonna be okay?"

Floyd spared another guilty glance at Branch and nodded, offering a soft smile and urging you to go look for your lover.

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The troll tree was huge, and even with its large size, it was hard to find any area that wasn't already occupied. Trolls made sure to take advantage of all their space; it was their home, and they made the most of it.

But even with every taken, there was one place that was free from everyone else.

A special spot reserved for you and your lover.

The Point.

Little knew about the spot, and those who did ensured it remained private.

Hidden in the leaves was a branch sticking out high enough to conceal the ugly Bergen town that surrounded them and gave them access to the beautiful night sky.

You and John Dory liked to go there a lot. Whether it be dates or to blow off steam (not like that for the weirdos), if he'd go anywhere after an accident like today, he'd go there.

He was very athletic and made a show of it whenever you'd go together, carrying you up. Bridal style or pulling you up with his strong locks—the point was, you had trouble going up on your own.

It took a while—a hard struggle—but it'd be worth it to see your boy up there and cheer him up.

They couldn't just break up; they just needed their leader to see that.

"John Dory?"

You called upon reaching the top, pushing the heavy leaves out of your way, careful not to slip off the branch.

"Baby, are you here?" Your voice was soft; you didn't want to alarm him. He could be really sensitive sometimes.

That thought brought a faint smile to your face. A smile fell upon the realization that he wasn't up here. If not up here, where could he have gone?

Home?

Knowing JD, you doubted it. If this was as serious as Floyd had put it, as serious as he looked, he wouldn't have just gone home.

And so your search ensued.

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You spent days looking for him. Not a spot in the tree was untouched or unsearched by you. Somehow, the troll had just disappeared. No signs. No letters. No goodbyes.

He left you alone to suffer. Wondering where he'd gone, if he was okay, and if you guys were okay.

It was a coincidence, truly.

How on the day you reminisce when he left you without even a word explaining his sudden disappearance all those years ago was the same day you'd find John Dory on your doorstep.

"Come on, baby, could you let me in?"

"Baby?" you scoffed, remaining with your back slammed against the door in exasperation. "You lost the right to call me that a very long time ago."

One moment you were having a nice day, reading a nice book by your fireplace, enjoying the pitter-patter of rain outside, and the thunder struck, shaking you in the best way possible.

And the next...

"It's cooold..."

He whined, banging on the door desperately.

You couldn't bear to look at him; the second you already spent doing so when you opened the door was enough. He had a face that you'd never forget.

How'd he even find you?

"Go. Away." you growled.

"But it's cold outside."

You clenched your jaw, glaring at the door handle as he shook it. JD used little effort to push at the door; by the weight of it, he could tell you were against it. Not that it mattered.

He was strong; he could easily open it if he wanted to.

"You simply must go."

"Baby, it's cold outside."

If John Dory thinks a little singing is enough to serenade you, he is more of an idiot than you are already aware he is. You weren't a teenager helplessly in love with a silly musician from next door, you were grown.

Mature.

His tricks weren't going to work on you.

"The answer is no."

"But baby, it's cold outside."

He put more pressure, pushing, and you cursed for the lack of a lock on your door.

Trolls don't do locks! They don't have anything to worry about!

Except ex-boyfriend's trying to come in and ruin your life all over again.

"The welcome has been-."

"You should feel so lucky I dropped in."

You rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping with your words, "So nice and warm."

He pushed the door, slipping a leg in to stop it from shutting completely, peeking a crack. You groaned and peered through it at him.

Sharp glares were directed at him, and gosh, if only looks could kill, he would've dropped dead right now.

He looked stupid.

Stupid puppy eyes with his stupid goggles and a stupid pout on his stupid face. He was soaked from head to toe, the rain falling on him more and more every second he stood outside.

My, did he look pathetic?

BANG!

He shrieked, desperation on his face and voice, jumping at the loud crash of thunder, lighting up the dark sky.

He turned back to you, singing rapidly.

"Look out the window at that storm!"

"Ugh, okay! Come in!"

His face lit up, the door swinging open, and he rushed in, soaking your carpet with rain as you shut the door behind him, slamming it hard enough that the whole house shook with force.

He glanced at you in surprise, getting a glare in return.

JD opened his mouth to speak, obviously nothing nice with the smug look on his face, and you were quick to shut him down.

"Don't."

He clamped his mouth shut, smirking and holding his hands up in defense. "I wasn't gonna say anything."

"Stay."

You urged with a pointed finger, walking off to your bathroom in search of a towel.

"Yes, your majesty."

You hated him with every fiber of your being, but you weren't cruel. He might've been, but you weren't. Any troll would do the same as you; offer him some refuge from the storm outside.

Returning with a towel, you didn't bother passing it to him, tossing it and smacking him right in the face.

Maybe you were a little cruel.

He reacted with a huff, taking it and wrapping it around himself, not bothering to dry himself like ordered, but more like a shelter from the cold.

"Is that how you treat your boyfriend after all these years?"

John Dory tutted, shaking his head in disappointment as he took a single step in your direction.

"Boyfriend?" you scoffed.

"I mean, technically, we never broke up."

Oh, you wanted to punch his little ugly face so bad.

"You disappearing without saying anything was us "technically" breaking up." You did air quotations with another roll of your eyes, speaking before he did, exasperated.

"Why are you even here, John Dory?"

He stayed silent for a few moments, pondering what exactly to say. What could he say? He knew it was stupid of him to even come in the first place. He knew you'd be angry, upset, but not like this.

You didn't look the slightest bit happy to see him.

His smugness dropped along with his shoulders, and he took a breath.

"I need your help."

He looked dead serious. So serious.

You shook your head, your lips curling up in disbelief. "You need my help. Right." your arms crossed, "You leave, disappear off to who knows where, say nothing, suddenly come back after 20 years, and you decide you want my help?"

A short and dry laugh left you.

John Dory really was unbelievable.

"I knew you wouldn't want to see me..."

"I don't want to see you." You cut him off with a grimace, ready to say more-

He had that same desperate look.

Honestly, it brought you back. It brought you back to all those years ago, when both of you were young.

John Dory was always a terrible boyfriend, cocky and arrogant, bossy, too busy with BroZone to give you the time you needed. It hurt you. You loved him so much, and he didn't seem to always reciprocate those feelings. And each time you guys would argue and break up, he would be the first to return with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Leave me alone, John. You can't just come back and expect me to accept you. That's not how life works! If you wanna be in a relationship, you have to commit-..."

"Can you please just listen?"

He stared at you with a small pout, furrowed brows, eyes pleading into yours for you to give him a second chance. His stupid, loving eyes knew exactly how you worked. How exactly to work you.

The only difference right now was that he came empty-handed.

Nevertheless, it effectively shut you up.

"I fucked up all those years ago, I know. I fucked up leaving you. That's the biggest mistake I've ever made. I should've said goodbye, apologized, invited you to come with me- I should've done something!" He ranted, "But I didn't. And I just left..."

John Dory expected you to say something. One of your snarky remarks and cut him off, tell him he's wrong or right, and degrade him on what a terrible person he is because he is well aware of it.

But he's trying.

"Baby, you of all trolls know how terrible I am at apologies," he sighed.

And you didn't bother to correct him on your name; looking at him up and down, eyes still narrowed. You were still angry, you'd probably be angry for a very long time, but for the moment... you'd put it aside.

"What do you need help with?"

His face lit up, beaming at you at your acceptance, not denying him completely, not shunning the troll out, and kicking him back into the rain. You were hearing him out.

You noticed the look and huffed, "Just because I'm asking does not mean I'm going to say yes."

"Floyd's been kidnapped."

Your expression softened, and your mouth fell open in a quiet gasp.

"Kidnapped?"

"I got a letter from him saying he got kidnapped by popstars Velvet and Veneer." He went on and explained the story about how he went to see him and help him escape, only to fail: "-The only way to free him is by singing the perfect family harmony."

You loved Floyd to this day. It'd been years since you'd last talked to him, heard of him at all, but the same amount of affection you felt for the troll remained.

"I need to get the band back together. And... I really can't do it on my own. I'm not sure if they want to see me any more than you did-."

You cut him off a lot.

"I'll help," he grinned. "But not for you. For Floyd. Don't think I've forgiven you yet."

"Yet?"

"Shut up."

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𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐹𝑈𝑀𝐸 જ⁀➴ ( ၴႅၴ

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ༄

cws: underage drinking, gojo is a glorified lightweight, and he's rich so..., slight NSFW? (i was pushing it ngl..), friends with benefits for most of it, idiots who are so obviously in love but don't say they're dating, they never end up officially dating but everyone knows, took out the angst cause i'm tired of sobbing, all sweet and perfect, sassy man apocalypse is REAL, unedited please forgive me

yes I know it's whiskey but pretend it's wine ok 😭 it's for the lyrics

haunted; by laufey

2005;

the room is hot, the air thick enough for you to choke on it. your mind clouded with a lust-filled void that you don't think you can ever escape.

one bottle was all it took for satoru to be on you like the plague. An expensive bottle of 55-year-aged Yamazaki malt whiskey, which he claims he "found all by itself in the middle of nowhere." (he stole it from his dad's wine cellar on his trip back home) and who were you to deny a nice drink funded by someone with way too much money on their hands?

that was the start of the unavoidable doom you cursed upon yourself.

your hands tangled into the hairs at his neck, gripping, tugging, anything to get closer to him. one of his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him, the other cupped at the back of your head.

and you know it's wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this. ruining a friendship you worked months to build and perfect in only one night. but as a feverish whine leaves his wine-stained lips you think just maybe, you can share one more kiss.

2006;

"would you still love me if i was a worm?"

it's almost humorous how his question breaks the restless tension between the both of you.

the air runs cold as the passing summer breeze finally turns into the chilling autumn winds. the periodic chirping of crows resounds in the far distance as you and satoru lay back on the training ground fields. the pale moonlight cascades on his face, making his already angelic-like blue eyes shimmer.

"probably not," that seems to crush any ounce of confidence he had coming into this conversation. his lips form into a pout, and misty eyes stare into yours pleadingly. he looks like a kicked puppy.

"what? did i crush your ego?" you ask between laughs?, he only huffs in response. you think that might be the end of it, a conversation gone too soon you suppose. the sudden rustle of the grass next to you has you turning face-to-face with gojo. you give him a confused glance as he inspects your face, mentally memorizing every dip and imperfection you have. the lack of response has you clearing your throat, eyebrows furrowing as a silent plea for him to speak his mind.

"don't tell me that actually hurt you," the frown on his face only deepens as he side-eyes you.

"and what if it did?" you roll your eyes at that. assuming it was just a game, satoru has always been particularly sassy, you decided to play along.

"oh however shall i make it better the glorious, majestic satoru gojo?" it was a joke. of course it was, however, you didn't expect him to perk up so much at the blatantly ironic suggestion.

"you wanna know how to make it better?" he shifts closer, his nose grazes against your own, and you can feel his breath fanning across your lips. he's so close. your gaze flickers up from his lips to his eyes as a hand reaches to push a stray strand of your hair back. "what..?" it was a joke right? god, you're already breathless. He has barely done so much as touch you, and you're already turning into putty, it's pathetic.

"a kiss would do wonders," he was always so arrogant, infuriating even.

"are you being serious?"

"whaaaaat! you know you want to,"

"don't put words in my mouth." yet, you don't find yourself pulling back.

"one kiss," you tell him. one kiss is all you'll allow you tell yourself, you outwardly nod to it.

"awww, i knew you loved me!" he's extremely giddy. you can practically feel his body heat radiating off of him.

"what did i say about putting words into my--" you don't get to finish your sentence as he's basically pawing at you. his arm is laid over you waist as his other hand cradles your head.

one kiss. just one. one. its a lie, theres never just one kiss when it comes to satoru. he's on you like a starved man, molding his body into yours almost perfectly. its pointless to try and fight it. you willingly give in.

you allow yourself to have him just tonight.

2007;

"what do you plan on doing after we graduate?" shoko asks, taking another drag of a cigarette. it's late april, the air is starting to get warm enough for you to wear your spring uniform again. barely 2 weeks until you'll finally be able to call yourself a full-fledged jujutsu sorcerer.

it's a question you never really thought of. of course, you wanted to leave, explore the world even. it was a fated fact. you dreamed of it. graduation day, the day you would finally be able to up and leave this school and all its haunting memories behind once and for all. the day when you could leave everything behind and start anew. but you didn't want to leave the friends you made, the relationships you spent years building and perfecting. the connections you made through jujutsu tech were priceless.

but you didn't know what you wanted to do. leave, yes, but then what? where would you go, what would you do?

"i'm not sure," an honest answer, you weren't sure. but that did nothing to stop the fleeting thoughts of spending a lifetime with a certain someone. you still remember the night back in your second year. you still held onto every ounce of sin.

you wished and hoped it would be something more, even though you knew he didn't love you quite like you loved him.

"hope you figure it out soon, if it comes down to it, you could always stay with me here."

"yeah, thanks ieiri,"

"hmm"

hours pass and you find yourself sitting in gojo's room. he lays flat on the bed on his phone, giggling periodically. you sit on the end, back pressed against the wall as you tightly hug one of his pillows.

"you know we graduate in a few days..."

"uhuh," his gaze doesn't falter, as if he expected you to say that.

"what are you going to do?" you shouldn't have asked, shouldn't get your hopes up, praying for him to say that he'd go wherever you wanted to go. a dream so far-fetched but felt oh so sweet.

"i don't know, i'll figure it out when it happens." it's so like him, not knowing what he'd want to do when his school years would finally come to an end. but knowing him, he'd find something out, do something he wouldn't regret doing. the complete opposite of you.

"i'll probably go to america, visit some family while i'm there you know?"

you think you hear him choke.

he clears his throat before speaking again, "that sounds... nice. how long do you plan on staying?" you swear he sounds upset, maybe even a little scared, but you quickly shake those thoughts away. your mind was already made, and like hell was this going to stop you.

"at least a couple of years, at most, i might not move back. promised ieiri i'd visit every now and then though,"

"oh, guess i'll have to visit you sometime then huh?" he laughs but you know its fake. its not the same laugh he's shared between just the two of you, its strained, and somehow, that breaks your heart even more.

"i guess so."

you don't talk for the rest of that night, or for the next couple days that pass by. the next, and last time you speak to him is the morning of your flight where you bid him goodbyes and wish him well. and you swear to yourself as you leave at dawn, that this will end 'til he haunts you again.

2017;

10 years.

10 years since you've last seen him, granted, it's been 10 years since you've last seen any of them. your attempts at visiting have been futile ever since you moved. being pushed onto back-to-back missions inside and out of the country.

but it's useless worrying about things you can't fix. so as you stare at your reflection through your phone camera you wonder if they'd changed, if they even cared, only inviting you out of common courtesy. expecting you to no-show for work. but here you are, an 18-hour flight later, sitting at a bar in the middle of tokyo, japan.

the rose perfume you wore lingers around, it's sickly sweet scent fogs your mind. your thoughts racing so loudly you don't hear the door open to alert you someone else has entered the low-lit room.

"it's been over a decade and you don't even turn around to greet us? and i thought we were close." god, that voice. its the same as you remember. you spin your head around and that's when it hits you, a wave of nostalgia. seeing the three most amazing people you ever got the chance to meet standing right in front of you after years, you almost start crying(you do).

"leave her alone satoru." nanami, you don't remember him being that tall. the last in-person conversation you had with him being just hours before you started packing for your flight;

"so you're actually leaving?"

"yeah, i already made housing plans so theres really no turning back now,"

"we'll miss you. granted, some more than others--"

"who are you talking about?"

"he didn't tell you? never-mind then,"

"can we start drinking already?" shoko, still the same as always. it would be a shock if she changed. you still remember the phone call you had with her last week;

"he still whines about you leaving,"

"really? he doesn't really text me much."

"it's annoying, he's like a baby crying for their mother. you need to shut him up before i lose my mind and kill him myself."

"hah, i'll call him sometime this week,"

"good. anyways, did you hear about this new form of torture?--"

"you guys are so mean to me..."

"still a crybaby i see." you laugh as satoru glares at you.

"less talking, more drinking!"

"you're going to end up with alcohol poisoning with that mentality."

youre all sitting down at the bar, ieiri to your right, satoru to your left, and kento beside him. it feels like when you were younger. the four of you(gojo dragged nanami there every time) all sprawled out across shoko's dorm. bottles of cheap wine and liquor trashed on the floor. some of the best times of your high school years were spent like that.

by the time you make it to your second round, shoko's already on her 5th, satoru still has barely taken more than 3 sips of his, and nanami opting out, taking the position of the 'designated driver' for the four of you tonight.

you're not drunk, just tipsy enough to feel the buzz in your head when gojo asks you a question.

"how have you been? how have you liked america so far?"

"good. and it's been nice so far, i've been able to see family more often. oh! i found this nice bakery near my apartment..."

",you would like it." you add that last part on a whim. the back part of your mind hoping that maybe he'd be able to take you up on the implied offer of going together sometime.

"enough about me, what have you been up to?"

"i teach,"

"really?"

"mhm, got an amazing batch of first years. i even picked up this new kid... he's gong to be great one day. i just know it"

"thats sweet. you have good eyes so i'll take your word for it."

"you should visit, i'm sure they'd love you. maki especially."

"i'd like that, maybe teach them a thing or two?"

"yeah! oh theres even this talking panda--"

and thats how the night continues to go. every now and then ieiri and kento join in to ask you about life or if you're into trying any of their hobbies. but it mostly consist of you and satoru talking as if the whole world is on pause. like its only the two you you left.

hours pass before shoko finally passes out on the bar table. as he swings her arm over his shoulder he offers you and satrou a ride home. before you can even respond gojo is already saying he'll call you both a taxi, and is lighting(harshly) shoving kento and ieiri out the door.

you both end up staying two hours more since they left. satoru placing any drinks you order onto his own tab.

you ended up crying two times that night. however the second was not in the same sense as before.

just like 2005, all it took was a drink. surprisingly the same brand and bottle as back then, a 55-year-aged Yamazaki malt whiskey, which this time is funded by satoru himself, is what had you staggering into his apartment. gripping onto him as he balances you straight.

you've barely made it into his room before you're pouncing on him, kissing him so hard you're sure your lips will be bruised in the morning. hand feverishly pulling at each other's clothes, broken whines leave your mouths. in the back of your drunken dazed mind you know that this would never last but you'll pretend he'll stay forever.

he lays you down, momentarily pulling back to look you dead in the eyes. "are you ok with this?" he's panting, a desperate look in his eyes as he asks.

"yes, just—please..." you can't bear to stare at him as the words leave your lips. your face flushed at the sounds you're making just at the thought of him. and with that, he's back on you. no hint of hesitation in his actions.

"toru.." you whine, your back arching into the bed. his large hands ghost over the top of your breasts, pulling the straps of your dress and bra down to cup them more.

"Now you're gettin' me all worked up—" he sighs, hands sliding down to the waistband of your panties. you mewl at the feeling of his fingers grazing on your wet cunt.

"what, sweetheart? d'ya want some more?" he pokes at you, you let out pathetic moans as your body twitches underneath his. "please 'toru," you pant.

that night, ghostly sounds haunt the hallways as he wraps you around.

the sin barely breaks before you're awake, searching for your clothes you couldn't stay, you knew it in the very pit of your stomach. you'll continue to hold on to every ounce of sin. and as you leave at dawn you have a gut feeling that satoru will never cease to haunt you.

an; a little rushed and will probably go back to heavily edit this in the morning(don't be surprised if the whole plot is changed) but i hope you enjoy the pre-halloween special!

an edit; still very rushed, however, the plot has slightly changed...

[cocoartistwrites]

Random… but did you used to post original fiction on quizilla under username cocowrites?

Nope xx

[nuclevi]

holding hands w aot characters

ft. mikasa, levi, eren & armin.

see pt.2 here

mikasa:

lowkey gets nervous about physical contact but also loves it when it comes from you. her hands would have lots of faded scars tho but you always let her know that they are a symbol of how strong she is and mikasa would squeeze your hand in thankfulnes. prefers to keep it minimal in public tho, like losely interwined fingers.

levi:

just like mikasa, levi prefers to be subtle about it in public. either linking pinkies or sometimes you would just grab his arm. his heart would just flip i promise. in private, he likes to enclose your whole hand in his, just as a reminder that you are there with him.

eren:

loves holding your hands!! it’s just so cute to him, the way your hand fits in his own. he also wants to make sure that you are safely next to him and not getting lost anywhere in public. eren likes to kiss your knuckles and caress them too.

armin:

i feel like he would have really cold hands lol. armin would get shy to intiate something like this in the initial stages of your rs but would get better over time. he also likes the feeling of your skin and always gets shivers when you interwine his hands with yours.

[cocobwrites]

Kill The Beast (preview)

Title: Kill The Beast

Pairing: Henry Cavill black Female Reader

Genre: Werewolf AU, Thriller, Modernish Era

Summary: The entire time they’d been hunting him, he’d been hunting you.

A/N: Been sitting on this for a minute. Work has been frying my brain and I've spent more time reading than writing. I plan on having this done and posted Saturday night. Preview Below

Your new neighbors' warnings were received by your family as charming quirks. Until a woman about your age went missing.

What further made it so odd was how the town, including the police, accepted her being taken by the Faerie King.

The woman had been seen coming in from a walk in the woods the day before her disappearance. Those that had seen her commented on how she seemed spooked. Scared. Afraid of a man with a horned crown she happened upon riding a giant stag.

It unsettled your little family unit. After that, you'd seen to set the bowl out every night.

Less than a month later you'd gotten a scare that you hadn't recovered from.

You were setting the bowl of milk and honey out as had become your routine. The air felt charged. All-day, a deep sense of foreboding kept you in your house.

It was the sight of one of your father's sheep out on the edge of the proper that lined the now famed woods that made you pause on your back steps.

During the day the dense trees and lush greens beckoned you to take a walk and learn of the secrets of the woods. It begged you to get lost in branches and soft undergrowth. Knowing what you knew now, it was a dangerous temptation.

Night, the night was an entirely different beast. As the oranges and yellows of the light of the day faded, in one last tempting call offering you fun in the thick fauna. It was as if the woods became angry with you for resisting its song.

The darkness was impossibly black. There was no discernable way to mark the distinction between what should be dark browns and greens. The thick tree line held strong against the light of the moon. Refusing to let its soft rays break through her branches. The woods at night let you know she held secrets that she could, and would unleash at her leisure.

You would forever hate that sheep after this night.

You stood on those back steps for what felt like hours weighing your decision to venture so close to the oppressive darkness of the woods.

It was your father's love of his animals that made you take the steps forward.

Your feet made rustling sounds that felt too loud for the quiet of the night as you approached the sheep from the rear.

With each step, the skin along your neck and arms prickled with anticipation. You sucked in more air. There was a coldness spreading through you, but you could see no obvious danger.

Normally, you would have made a clicking noise to call the attention of the sheep. Some primal part of your being held your tongue.

You were only two steps away from the animal when that beast emerged from the darkness.

You'd seen wolves on television, and at wildlife preserves. You had no idea they could get this big.

Its fur was a black as the woods it stepped from with silver around its muzzle only made visible by the light of the moon.

On this night you learned that you fell into the freeze category on the flight, fright, or freeze spectrum. The wolf was no more than five feet from you, and emitting a growl so low and menacing it branded itself permanently into your psyche.

[roo-roo-roo]

May I have a platonic letter response from Idia Shroud for 'Letters to My Prefect'? Public response is fine. Just take your time you need.

What's up Idia (XxShroudxX)? Thanks for being my virtual brother-in-arms, you've gotten me through so many difficulties (irl or otherwise).

I can't believe it's been two years since I first met you in that waiting lobby and even more so cannot believe you were actually from another world! (Or that I got isekai'd here.. I really thought you were just roleplaying)

It's been nice getting to know who player two really is from behind the controller. Know that no matter who I meet and form a connection with in this world you'll always be my first link and guiding star.

Anyways I've been rewatching Neon Genesis Envangelion and-

rambling ensues

Hi there, Prefect! Thanks for sending a request to me, and I hope you like what I made for you!

Note: English is not my first language so I'm sorry for grammatical and punctuation errors.

Letters to my Prefect || Idia Shroud

Text Version:

Hey, Voidless. You know you could’ve just called me so we could play that new RPG you got? And what’s with the sappiness? You know that’s what normies do, right? Bahhh… who am I kidding… You’re the only one I can stand when it comes to these types of things. In fact, you mean a lot to me as much as Ortho does. So I’ll humor you and send you a letter… or an e-mail. Whatever you wanna call it. Ugh… the more I continue to type, the more I feel icky with this softie thing. I should’ve been used to this by now… but that’s beside the point! I guess you can say that I can’t believe this too. Before you came along, the only online buddy I had was Muscle Red. Not to mention, when I started to recognize you after you got isekai’d in Twisted Wonderland, I actually got scared. And no, I wasn’t worried for your safety haha. (Tho, I’m happy ur like… uh… c-comfy here with us.) The thought of meeting someone IRL—especially someone you know online—is just strange to me y’know? We both know that I’m not the best with social interactions. Most of the time I look like a total doof, but I’m glad you came along. The fact that you made things easier for me makes me think that reality is actually pretty fun (please don't tell the others I'm saying these things. I won't pay for the next limited edition skin if you do-). Hardmode levels are not always exciting but these changes like you, are. Anyway, I’m happy that we get to gain more EXP together as time goes on. You and Ortho are my Sun and Moon after all. Both of you make me want to get out a little more and see the sky for myself. I’m not gonna make it easy for you though LOL. You gotta give me a boon in exchange for my IRL presence outside. Come over. I’m not letting you rewatch Evangelion without me. P.S. Are we not over the debate of who’s Player #1 between the two of us??? I thought it was me… I did win our last match, yeah? Hmph. Whatever, I’ll let this go, for now. But don’t think that I’ll give you a pass next time, normie. From your “guiding star”,

Idia Shroud

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[gleerpconfessions]

Coco-writes is my favorite Brittany of all time. Hands down. Every time she replies, no matter the verse or the plot, I always hear the voice of Brittany S. Pierce. She’s just so IC all the time and I absolutely adore her. 

[coconuttygreywow]

In Zul'Gurub, I felt this until I had a home. It was quiet. It was safe. It was away from the others and it was shelter in more than just a roof. But I left. I left and now I do not have that and I cannot find it in the others. Before I could but now... Too few. Too little.

Sex worked, but only for a short time. It lessened the feeling, but it's back just as much now and this body is too weak. This skin is too weak and exposed and it is not safe.

An elder, when I was back in Orgrimmar, told me to look to the Loa. To wait for them, because they know the way. They have plans for me. The Loa have never spoken to me aside from to tell me that it is time for another sacrifice through dreams that I do not remember. He told me that this is a test. How can it be a test when I have felt this way before. So long ago, but it is back and how can this be a test. How can they test me when they have shown so little interest in me to begin with.

I am angry. I am scared. I am bitter and hateful. I cannot be around others right now, my skin is too weak.

Auntie. I know I have been borrowing your strength. It is not right of me, but my own is failing me. I need to hide for awhile. Please do not be angry.

Despite the words on the page, Fah'kiri's face was impassive as she ripped the prayer out of the old book. It was getting more towards the end. When she came back she'd need to use one of the others she'd been given as a gift. Whenever that was.

She held it over one of the torches on the docks, watched the flames lick up the parchment greedily for a few moments before dropping them into the mortar. When all that was left was the charred remains, she used the pestle and ground the ashes into a fine dust. When there was not a fire to carry the words in the smoke, the ashes must do.

The powder was tipped into a small bag; she was careful not to spill any.

Staying more towards the shadows as she made her way to the apartment. Ju'membwe and Tre'jani were out tonight, so she was alone. Quietly, Fah'kiri slipped out of her armor, removed the many necklaces she wore as well and set them atop one of the many bags that were strewn around the hunter's home. She only hesitated when she looked down at the small anklet of bells that was her last remaining tie to her aunt. With great care, she undid the simple adornment and set it in one of the pockets of her kilt. It didn't take long for her to scrawl the simple note. Please take care of these for me until I get back.

Her book was the last thing to be set upon her possessions. Ju'membwe would make sure her things were safe, she was almost certain of that.

As she stepped out the door, Fah'kiri ignored the drunken jeer from one of the neighbors and traded hands for large paws with claws like daggers and a mouth of sharp but overall useless teeth for fangs and jaws powerful enough to break bone with ease. There was no jeering after her fur gained stripes. She didn't even look behind her as she set out to the jungle. Provoking a troll woman was nothing. Provoking a tiger was a death wish.

[cocobirde]

❝𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐡... 𝐡𝐞𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐎!!!❞

m. list || rqs open || edits

HAIIII! i go by coco online, (or birdi idrm which one u pick) 😭. i use any pronouns and am an avid trolls enjoyer and have been a fan since the first movie and as many of the other fans, did not realize there was an active fandom until band together lol!!!

i write x reader fanfiction for mainly the brozone brothers but would not mind going out of there and writing for teh girlssss!!! (poppy and viva my babes eheh).

my writing is not the greatest compared to a lot of people here and characters are almost always ooc but plz request because i am not original and cannot come up w my own prompts for the life of me . 😐😐.

PLZ REQUEST HEADCANNONS!!!!!

um IF U READ ALL THIS THANK U SO MUCH!!! love ya.

(below listed r my tags which i will be trying to use to be more organized lolz.)

[cocobirde]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓���𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

trolls

JOHN DORY

disappeared

(SP)BRUCE

to be added

CLAY

bathroom breaks

FLOYD

to be added

BRANCH

to be added

POPPY

to be added

VIVA

to be added

[nuclevi]

secret admirer!kuroko, who first noticed you feeding a stray cat on his way back from school, and went home with a new feeling in his heart.

secret admirer!kuroko, who watches you everyday in the school garden during recess, from the window of his classroom. he is comfortable watching you joke and laugh with your friends from a distance, smiling softly to himself in the empty classroom.

secret admirer!kuroko, who is shy to show himself to you so he hides behind little notes in your locker. he peeps from the end of the hallway everyday, watching you read “i love the way you smile.” “your kindness makes you so much more beautiful.” “have a good day, hope you know how lovely you are ” “you amaze me.” and smiles in relief when you tuck the notes in your blazer while chuckling softly.

secret admirer!kuroko, who follows you home from school in secrecy everyday to make sure you have reached safely and only leaves when you have closed the door of your house behind you.

secret admirer!kuroko, who blushes from the sidelines when he hears the way your friends tease you about him, silently grateful that you don’t find it creepy and haven’t reported about his actions to teachers yet.

secret admirer!kuroko, who finally decides to reveal himself, after days of encouragement from his teammates. he wants to love you in the open, and so in the morning you arrive at class and find a red chrysanthemum on your desk with a note saying “meet me on the rooftop in 20 minutes please?” even if you don't return his feelings, he wants you to know him as kuroko tetsuya, not some anonymous guy who can’t even speak for himself.

secret admirer!kuroko, who turns to face you as you step onto the rooftop while slightly panting, meeting soft blue eyes. the weather is cool and you look so ethereal to him. he smiles nervously at you, still fearing what you feel about him. but when you walk closer to him and take kuroko’s hand in your own, he feels all his nerves relax and worries fade and he squeezes your fingers in gratitude.

[nuclevi]

matching nails they’d get w you

ft. jjk, knb & aot.

❥ kiyoshi, sasha (it’s her idea most of the time), connie, hange (shows them off to everyone), kise, momoi, sakurai, yuuji, murasakibara, kuroko, inumaki, takao, hayama (glances at them all day and keeps smiling to himself), gojo, kasamatsu (posted on his socials too), nobara, yuuta (anything to make you happy)

❥ mikasa (blushes when someone asks abt them), eren, jason, nash (shows them off), himuro, ymir (tease), gojo, shoko, hanamiya (you’d have to offer him sth in exchange), maki, mai, megumi (after a lot of begging and fake cries from you), geto, kagami, aomine, nebuya

❥ levi (only agreed when you promised to keep it minimalistic), midorima, akashi, annie (threw a fit but secretly loved it), mibuchi, jean (paid for the both of you), historia, nanami (only agreed when you threatened to match w gojo), toji, megumi, armin, murasakibara, mayuzumi

pictures do not belong to me.

[nuclevi]

happy birthday, dear annie 🥂

there’s soft clinking of wine glasses and cutlery, hushes and murmuring between couples and families as you look around. but your focus is always brought back to the wonder of a woman sitting in front of you, annie.

her golden locks glint in the pale light hanging above your table, soft plump lips in the dark red lipstick she decided to pair with her equally red dress. and the one thing that will always be your favorite, her eyes. it seems as though all the stars in the universe and beyond rest in annie leonhardt’s eyes, which stare back at you with love and love only.

she refills your glass of wine and smiles at you when you thank her. you had decided to go fancy for once and booked a table at an expensive restaurant for her special day today. even though, annie didn’t like such occurrences, she was grateful for you and the lovely gesture you decided to make.

“you know, one wouldn’t get so shy and quiet after bringing a woman on a date, specially on her birthday.” she teases. yes, one certainly wouldn't. but how would you begin to even form thoughts? when a woman, annie to be specific, dressed up in red and adorning all the stars of the universe in her eyes, is sitting in front of you and looking like you’re only one she wishes to look at in the room.

“i- huh, it-its’s, uh i mean y-you-,” annie chuckles. fuck, can you at least talk decently? “do i make you nervous?” she is not helping with the way her voice drops down while asking you this.

she places a hand over yours on the table. “sorry, it’s nothing bad. you jusṭ look very cute like this.” she called me cute. me. you look down at your lap and are aware that your face is on fire and you are smiling like a child in a candy shop.

“you look really pretty tonight.” you manage to squeak out. you watch annie flash her even prettier smile and take a sip from her glass.

finally annie looks up and stares at you. the intensity of her stare is enough to know the breath out of your lungs. should i look away? i should kiss her hand, or would that be weird? oh my god i really want to kiss her.

“you didn’t have to this. but im very thankful and happy that you did. i will always remember this birthday.” she leans over the table to press a soft kiss to your lips and when she pulls away, dizziness takes over you and you are sure you’ll fall back and slump on your seat.

“oh, i accidentally left a stain near your lips. look, here-” you cut her off with a kiss of your own and a satisfied hum leaves her mouth as she cups your face. “i love lipstick stains, you know. especially, if they are from a blonde woman in red sitting in front of me.” annie throws her head back and laughs, and you know you’ve lost your heart right then and there.