#wc: 601

[devnmon]

rose bushels

summary: you prick your finger on a rose bush, and astarion just has to indulge himself in you again.

warnings: sexual tension, mentions of blood & injury

wc: 601

a/n: basically @bodythieves sent me this idea and couldnt get it out of my head till i wrote a short little thing about it <3

--

Your home with Astarion was nothing if not perfect. Rosemary and bergamot floated throughout every room, along with fresh air and roses on the table from the garden you both tended to. Currently you were there, picking a few new ones for vases around the house, with Astarion by your side.

Not only did red roses remind you of your vampire, but white and pink ones in their own bushels accompanied them. There you stood, silently enjoying each other’s company while you hand picked each flower.

Aroma wasn’t the only reason you kept so many of the flowers. Oftentimes Astarion littered the bathroom with their petals, when he accompanied you in the bath or just reading in a chair while you relaxed in the warm water. 

Every little thing he could add on to make your existence was done in a heartbeat, picking up chores around the house when you weren’t feeling up to it, listening intently when you needed an ear, and trimming the thorns from ‘multitudes of the flowers so you didn’t—

“Ow…”

Prick your finger.

“Oh, gods dammit. I must’ve missed that patch. I’m sorry, my love. Are you alright?” Astarion inquired, placing his clippers and gloves aside to turn his full attention to you. 

The last thing he wanted was for you to bleed unnecessarily, unless it was in his honor. 

“I am,” you replied, wincing a little at the sting on your fingertip. Nothing you couldn’t handle, especially after all the blows you’d taken in the past. 

“Let me help.”

It was the smallest of cuts, barely anything to be worried about. But this was Astarion; even if you came close to getting scraped up, he was there to relieve or prevent any pain from grazing its way across your body. 

A thick drop of crimson protruded from the opening in your skin, and he smelled it right away. 

“It’s nothing, silly. Just a scratch.” 

“Anything that involves you bleeding without your consent must be dealt with.” 

Astarion grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to the spare chair in the corner of the room. He sat down first, pulling you onto his lap. Just like always, you followed suit and he pulled you closer to him than ever. 

“Whatever shall we do about this, hm?” He asked, tilting his head to let a silver curl fall over his forehead. 

“I told you it’s only a scratch–” 

Clocking the look in his eye told you all you needed to know.

Oh. Oh. 

Even just a whiff of your blood turned him on, Astarion’s sanguine hunger flickering in his gaze towards you. 

“Oh, I see.” 

“Hm? What do you see, darling?” 

“That look in your eye. You want to clean my wound, don’t you?” 

“Yes, I do…” 

Without another word, he took your wrist in his hand and lifted your finger to his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Only a drop or two coursed over his taste buds, giving him a taste of his favorite blood. 

Even a minute amount of your blood sent Astarion lurching towards you, capturing your lips in an ever-burning kiss, as he slotted his tongue so easily between them. How he groaned as you indulged him, the little shakes in his breath proving the growth of lust in his body… and under where you sat. 

“Astarion…” you whimpered, his kisses traveling down to your neck with soft flits of his tongue here and there. 

“Mmm. Take me to the bedroom…” he purred against your neck. Indulge him in what would become a very long night? You would never deny him of that.

[fangirl-problems101]

“Earn It”

angstangstangst reader’s brother committed suicide due to bullying about being quirkless, so learning about everything Bakugo has put Midoriya through hits reader hard

katsuki bakugo x reader

CW: suicide mentions, bullying, middle school katsuki (a content warning all on its own), the word "k*ll"

wc: 601

-----------------------------------------------------------------

“I hate bullies.”

Bakugo stiffens, feeling a chill inch down every vertebra of his spine. He clenches his jaw, “…what makes ya say that, Y/N?”

Your eyes are dark, and a vacant yet haunting expression has taken over your face in a way that makes his chest constrict. ‘I don’t like this.’

“Who tells someone to take a swan dive off a roof, Katsuki?”

‘Oh.’

He takes a breath, willing himself to stay calm. “…an idiot with an inferiority complex.”

You raise a brow, “Mm.” A hum. The expression is still there, as well as a cold, steel glint in your eyes.

“What if he did it, huh? What if he went through with what that ‘idiot with an inferiority complex’ suggested?”

“…I–“

“Do you realize just how unheroic and idiotic that is, Katsuki? How disgustingly inhumane that is?”

The words felt like a kick to the guts. ‘What if he DID do it?’

“Heroes are protectors. People who put their lives on the line for the people around them. They don’t tear other people apart and tell them to kill themselves.” There was a twitch in the expression now. A nerve got hit, this wasn’t just about Izuku anymore.

He eyes you warily, trying to swallow back the lump in his throat and force himself to stay steady. ‘You can’t shake right now, stay still. Stay calm.’

“My brother went through with it.”

He stopped breathing, face pale and palms sweaty. The panic in the back of his throat wouldn’t go down. Fully facing you now, he knew why it hit home even more. He licks his dry lips, lets out a shaky breath, “I-I’m so–”

“Sorry?” Your dry chuckle made his eyes glance back up to your face. “Yeah, me too. He was absolutely brilliant. Quirkless, but he didn’t even need one with how sharp his mind was.” Eyes flashing, you jerk your chin up to look him in the eyes, "People like you took him, Bakugo. I'm not sure if I can forgive you for that. After all, he would've just been some useless extra to you anyway even if he were still alive, right?"

Katsuki's eyes were wide and his hands were shaking.

"So if being a hero is just some ego trip for you, stay out of my way." You turn to leave, tears burning in your eyes and a hot pain in your throat, but he caught your wrist. You didn't want to look him in the eyes.

"I'll earn it."

A scoff passes your lips, "Prove what, oh Great Explosion Murder God?" You sneak a glimpse up at him and your chest tightens.

His eyes are pitiful, teary and red around the rims, "Yer forgiveness. Respect? Approval? Whatever it is. I'll earn it, Y/N, if it's the last thing I do." He glances down at your wrist, relaxing his hold as he hesitantly takes your hand. "...really, 'm so sorry. I used to be a terrible person--man, still am some days--but I promise I'm changing, that I've been changing. Crap, I'm no good with words," he ran his fingers through his hair, and for a second he seemed much smaller than he was.

You've never seen him so... vulnerable. Almost weak.

He glances down at you through his bangs, unshed tears still lining his lids, "Whatever it takes. I'll do it. I swear to ya." His voice starts to waver and he gets quieter, "Just... please. Please don't shut me out. I'll earn it."

Tears stream down your cheeks as you choke back a small sob, shoulders shaking, "Then earn it, Katsuki."

-------------------------------------------------------

heyyy so i was feeling angsty, sorry >_< might do a part two if it gets requested, it'd be like a time skip <3 hope you enjoyed the angst, babes

[magewritesstories]

[ SPENCER REID ] IT'S BASIC MATH, REALLY

cw. my continuation of unit chief!spencer reid x gen z!agent, in this installation you try to explain girl math to him [fluff.] wc. 601 (it's a small blurb)

SPENCER REID KNOWS MATH; HE HAS A PHD IN IT TO PROVE SO. But somehow you've managed to stump him (which happens more often than the genius would like to admit) with the concept of what you call 'girl math.'

It started when you walked into the small crowded bar near the Quantico building where the team had decided to meet up after a particularly satisfying arrest.

You strutted into the room in a pair of gorgeous, expensive-looking shoes, and of course, Penelope had to comment on it.

"Oh my God, Y/N," the blonde practically squealed as she pulled you into a hug, "You look even more gorgeous than usual—I love, love, love those shoes!"

You let out a soft laugh as you joined the rest of the team at the table with a quick greeting. "Thanks, Pen, they were actually pretty cheap," you reply, "I got 'em at Bloomingdales."

"Really?" JJ asked, joining in on the conversation, "Were they having a sale?"

"Nope, but they were only $156," you answer.

Spencer raised his brows in surprise, "You think $156 is a cheap price for one pair of shoes?"

"Mhm," you hum as you take a drink that Luke hands you, "It's girl math."

"Come again?"

"Girl math," you clarify, standing closer to him so that he can hear you over the loud music.

Spencer leans towards you instinctively, genuinely curious about whatever 'girl math' was.

"So, basically, these shoes cost $156, right?" you say as he nods along, "But they're comfortable and cute, plus they go with like four different outfits, which means I'll be wearing them a lot. In the coming month, I'll probably wear them, like, 10 maybe 15 times. Which means that they actually only cost me around 10 to 15 dollars—you know, if you divide 156 by the amount of times I wear them."

"But you don't pay for the shoes in installments," Spencer replied in confusion, "And your shoes aren't a car, the amount you walk in them doesn't depreciate their value like mileage would a car."

You shrug as you take another swig of your drink. "But this way, I make myself feel better about spending $156 on shoes," you reply with a grin.

"So it's a form of consolation?" he replied with a small grin playing on his lips.

You roll your eyes as you give him a soft shove, "Shut up, Dr. Reid."

Spencer lets out a laugh at your playful eye roll.

"Well, either way, you do look nice in them," he said.

"You sayin' I don't usually look nice?" you teased, leaning even closer to him.

The close proximity suddenly made him realize the rest of the team had magically vanished from the table.

(Luke and Penelope had managed to drag JJ and Emily to the dance floor, while Matt, Tara, and Rossi were making conversation with the bartender.)

"Silence, really, doc?" you continued, feigning a hurt expression, "I'm hurt."

"I—I—What, no!" Spencer quickly replied, turning back to you, "That's not what I—what I mean was you look nicer than usual—not that you don't usually look nice or anything—"

You laughed, throwing your head back just a little, as you stopped him from digging himself an even deeper grave. "Calm down, Spence, I was joking."

You put down the now empty glass and grabbed his arm. "C'mon, you need to loosen up, let's dance."

Spencer let you drag him to the dance floor, where he pointedly ignored JJ and Emily's surprised faces as well as Luke and Penelope's eyebrow wiggles.

He was never going to hear the end of this.

[lichenes]

I would looove a part two to the flowershop owner x könig story! It's amazing, I got so immersed into the story :)

blacked out and wrote 600 words... i'm glad you liked it anon ;_;!! hope you like this one too :D!! enjoy :^ (pt. 2 to this) CW: kissing mentioned, pining, sfw :D wc: 601 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

You haven’t seen the obscenely tall man in quite a while, you assumed the bouquet you sold him worked a little too well on the neighbour and he moved on from your dainty flower shop and well… from you. To your surprise - as if he felt you beckoning him in your mind - he appeared later that day. You were just attending a customer when he came through the glass door. “Thank you!” You called absentmindedly out after the person leaving the store. To be frank you were focused on something entirely different. 

König wasn’t sure what to say except for a polite greeting. Looking around the shop he found himself questioning his true intentions. Surely a person this quaint wasn’t interested in men of his nature. He felt your gaze on him. You were following his quick and precise movements with your eyes soaking up as much of him as you could. 

“Beautiful.” He said when he turned his head towards you. You felt your face heat up as he scrambled to finish his sentence. “The flowers! I mean the flowers. How- how do you keep them so uh… nice?” You chuckled slightly at his awkward comment and proceeded to explain everything from waking up at ungodly hours to get them fresh up until the tiring must of watering all of them. He kept nodding and put a hand on his covered chin. 

He asked some follow up questions after that, not realising he was leaning towards you. You didn’t mind one bit but when he was almost bent over with his elbows on the counter he snapped out of it with a quick apology and his hand landing on the back of his head with an anxious demeanour. “Sorry for the barrage I-” He tried to explain himself. “Hey no need to apologise big guy, you��re alright!! I’m glad you find this interesting.” 

And then an idea came to your mind. “Hey would you… um-” It was your turn to become overzealous. He nodded his head in a silent coax. “You’re retired right?” He confirmed with another nod. He wasn’t the diplomatic kind but you brought out the most anxious and self-aware parts of him. “Would you like to help out with the shop? I mean you don’t have to but I’d love some help and you seem like a strong guy and-” You were losing yourself in the question but he interrupted you quickly with a stern affirmation. “O-oh! That’s great!” 

“Just one more thing.” He tilted his head in slight confusion, curious at what you would say next. “What’s your name?” 

He- well, Alexander, was used to waking up in the early hours of the day, due to his long military service, so he was more than happy to help you pick out the flowers for the day. He offered to pick you up and it just became a routine for both of you to meet up at your apartment and drive to the flower market. 

“Mornin’.” You said half asleep getting into his car. “Good morning.” Alex said, looking you up and down. You noticed, god how you always noticed. “Like what you see?” You said only half-jokingly. His throat suddenly went dry when he fully took in what you were wearing. Even in sweatpants and an overly large coat you looked stunning. 

Suddenly an urge overwhelmed him. “I need to tell you something, mein schätz.”

The next few minutes were filled with words, words that couldn’t stay unspoken and fervent kisses, backed up by weeks of pining. 

And that day, your flower shop stayed closed. 

.  * 　　 ✦ . ��⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ masterlist

[hyuckwrlds]

could I request a fluffy bf jaehyun joking around with jealous y/n hehe ❤️

>> double tap

wc: 601 what's after like?

“i didn’t know jungwoo was in spain,” you comment absentmindedly, looking over jaehyun’s shoulder as he scrolls through his feed.

he pauses, snorting slightly. “yeah, he told the group chat he was tired of us then booked the next flight out of here.”

you chuckle then, walking around the couch to fall into the space beside him. shifting to rest your head on his shoulder, you watch in silence as he opens up jungwoo’s profile and shows you his past few photos. ��seems like he’s having fun though.”

you hum. “yeah, looks like it.”

jaehyun gets back to the most recent post and snickers again at his friend’s smiling face. after a second, he double taps the photo.

you blink, head lifting suddenly. “did you just—”

he meets your gaze. “did i just what?”

“did you just like his photo?”

he laughs; some short airy noise of sheer disbelief while his brows furrow. “yeah? does it matter?”

“no—” you begin, frowning. “well, i mean—you never like my photos.”

he gives you a look, and you're not sure if it’s because he’s judging you or thinking about judging you. you’re suddenly too aware of how ridiculous you sound now. yet another part of you thinks it's fair—in your past three-something years of dating, he’s maybe liked two of your posts. and that was because you made him like them yourself.

“babe,” he says, a hand falling to your thigh in reassurance. “i literally choose the photos you post.”

you let out a breath. “i know, but still.”

a few seconds pass and his lips start to curl into a grin. “c’mon, don’t be like that. tell me you wouldn't like his posts too. look at him. he’s too cute.”

you reach over to smack his leg and he laughs. tossing his phone aside, he wraps his arms around you, a dimpled smile on his face.

“i’m kidding,” he chuckles, squeezing you tight as his head dips into the space between your neck and shoulder. “sorry, i didn’t know you cared so much about a double tap when you're the one dating me.”

“i don’t,” you pout, giving him another soft slap on the back when he pinches your sides. “but are my posts not cute enough to meet your criteria? am i not cute?”

“not when you’re getting jealous over jungwoo.”

“i am not jealous of jungwoo,” you huff, attempting to wrestle him off of you. his grip doesn't lessen and you blame all the time he spends at the gym. “i’m just wondering.”

“sure,” he coos sarcastically, beaming. “but just so you know, i wouldn’t be dating you if you weren’t cute. i love you the most. way more than i do jungwoo.”

he pulls back slightly to look at you and you feel your face burn under his gaze. why you’re suddenly shy, you have no idea. when you turn away, he laughs again.

“see?” he pokes your cheek. “cute.”

flustered from the slight onslaught of attention, you exhale a long breath. “i get it. anyway—”

“anyway,” he parrots teasingly. “you’re the cutest ever and i love you.”

with that, you finally surrender to his hold, leaning your head gently against his. strands of his hair tickle your cheek and all you can think about is how much you love the scent of his conditioner. you feel him press a kiss to your temple.

“i love you too,” you reply, and oh how you mean it.

“sorry i never like your photos,” he says after a moment, reaching for your hand.

“i guess i’m too busy liking you in person.”

[akutasoda]

Hi, may I please request BSD men with an s/o who has the ability to regenerate and as a result, is rather reckless in battle because they're functionally immortal?

-Sincerely, 💋

confidence in conflict

synopsis - your ability gave you a great confidence in battle, but maybe that wasn't a good thing

includes - ranpo, sigma, ayatsuji, natsume

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, hints toward death/getting hurt, wc - 601

ranpo edogawa ★↷

↪ranpo himself doesn't normally do field missions involving conflict to no ones surprise. the only times he really goes is if he needs something else for the case.

↪so normally most of the time he demands either you or a coworker you went with to know if you're okay, whoever he finds first.

↪ however because you could regenerate he would ask how reckless you were. he didn't really have to worry about you getting hurt but if you ever put yourself in dangerous situations because of your ability he would worry.

↪and he wouldn't hesitate to scold you. it wasn't really scolding, more making you feel guilty for making him worry. but atleast he could find comfort in knowing no matter how far you would be you would be okay.

sigma ★↷

↪sigma was rather indifferent about combat. he knew it would become unavoidable in some situations but he would also stave it off for as long as possible. it wasn't his favoured option.

↪but you were on the opposite end of the spectrum. your ability gave you a great sense of confidence in combat and didn't pick your fights wisely, opting to engage in fights whenever you had the chance.

↪and you were reckless in the fights themselves. this initially made sigma worry constantly, he had finally found someone he wanted to believe would never use him and he could trust - he didn't want to lose that, lose you.

↪but when he came to know of your ability he felt almost a false confidence. he could feel slightly better that you probably wouldn't be gravely hurt but he knew anything could render your ability useless - especially fatal wounds.

↪he would always tell you to be careful. he didn't want to lose the only person he could believe wouldn't use him.

yukito ayatsuji ★↷

↪ ayatsuji was a rather cocky man, that was no surprise to anyone. he didn't really enage in combat however as he found little use for it and anyone he wanted rid off... well his ability could take care of that.

↪and he couldn't help the smug grin that formed when he witnessed how reckless you were in battle. mainly because he knew why, your ability.

↪he found it rather interesting that you had such confidence because of your ability and he couldn't blame you, he'd probably do the same. but when it came to being closer to you he'd hide his worry.

↪he also had confidence in your ability to keep you safe but he knew life was cruel. there was nothing stopping something drastic happening that could render your ability useless and your recklessness would finally catch up to you.

natsume soseki ★↷

↪natsume lived most his life in the quiet solitude only found living as a cat. he knew he had quite a few undesirable people looking for him and so he preferred that life rather than seeking out the conflicts they'd want.

↪and while he'd urge you to do the same, he knew he couldn't stop you entirely from rushing into a conflict without a care in the world. perhaps he did actually like that about you, one of your charms per say.

↪he undestood that you had great confidence in your ability and he did too but he'd still scold you. everytime you threw yourself recklessly into battle would earn you a light scolding.

↪the last thing he'd ever want was for you to get hurt, or worse. he'd rather throw himself into a conflict with those who want him gone than see you get hurt.

[thehusbandoden]

helloooo!! I really Really like your writing can I req shigaraki tomura with reader who has the power to nullify quirk from physical contact^^?? That's all thank you!!

A/n: I'm glad you enjoy my writing! I hope this suits your taste anon, but if not pls reach out to me and I'll fix it!! <33

Shigaraki x Reader with a Nullification quirk

General info:

Genre: fluff \\ wc: 601

Quirk description: you have the ability to nullify (invalidate) quirks with physical contact

Oooh okay

From the work perspective, you're one of his most important pieces. He'll use you sparingly, making sure that you are safe and well cared for.

You had more rations and budget money then the other members did, and you were rarely sent out on missions without him, or at least Kurogiri there.

Most of the time, you'd go on vital missions with him, Kurogiri, and Dabi. Kurogiri is supposed to stay by your side, and Dabi is supposed to keep unwanted heros away from you.

Most of the time, you actually stayed at the base until you were needed. Kurogiri would get close enough to the target, and then create a portal for you. Sometimes you'd simply reach out your hand, but most oftenly you'd step through, nullify the hero's quirk, and then pop back into the base.

At first Shigarki cared for you for your quirk, and your quirk alone. But.. things took quite the turn.

He caught himself staring at you, listening to your conversations, and giving you even more privleges.

He had zero idea why his heart kept pounding in his chest, but it scared him.

He started pushing you away, which ultimatleey broke your heart.

After a few weeks of this distance you finally was able to pin him down and confront him, not really worrying about being dusted.

After having a screaming match he finally admitted how he felt- and you were overjoyed.

After gently explaining what the feeling was to him, he finally understood- and he couldn't be happier.

After the two of you started dating, you were spoiled even more.

He upgraded your room, your clothes, food, treatment, and ultimately your life.

If he caught anyone giving you a dirty look, checking you out, catcalling you, or even teasing you- they were dead.

When it came to the other lov members, you were able to calm him down in time by grabbing his wrist and pulling him into your chest, whispering words of comfort. But, when it came to civilians, heroes, or even other villains, they were dead.

It was actually kind of hot

Though at first he was very shy, scared, and inexperienced, he grew to love your touch- craved it actually.

Instead of waiting for you to kiss him, he simply pulled you into a kiss- no matter where the two of you were.

Though he was sometimes a whiny brat, he did learn every little thing about you and knew exactly how to care for you. He knowo exactly how to please you, comfort you, make you smile, make you laugh, make you cry and make you say yes to his antics.

Though he was still cautious, he wasn't terrified of touching you and losing you completely.

Sometimes you would nullify his quirk so he could cup your face with his bare hands- and all five fingers.

It usually lasted around 20 minutes, so he would simply hold your face, rubbing your cheeks, and holding your hands as he kissed you.

Though you didn't do it often, when either of you were feeling particularly vulnerable it was quite nice.

Sometimes you'll secretly use your quirk on him when he's gaming, knowing for a fact that he'll go into a rage and dust everything in the darn room.

When you do, he'll glare up at you before bringing you into a rough kiss, growling at how you're "too perfect for this world".

He'll chuckle if you use your quirk on anybody else, relishing at your giggles, knowing that they can't do anything to you unless they have a death wish.

A/n 2: I accidentally posted this to early </3

~~~~~

Shigaraki's masterlist | Navigation

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <33

~~~~~

Do not copy, repost, nor plagiarize my work. Ask before you translate or use my work in any way -minus reblogging.

[mrs-bluemarine]

F/Obruary day 1 | Love Letters

Not necessarily going to join for the whole month. But I saw the prompt list and thought... Why not write a little something for MorSan? :3

Divider is from @!cafekitsune! Sanji has so many good pictures. And yet no good pictures for my header

Pairing: Morgan x Sanji

WC: 601

Warnings: Not betaread because it is currently 11:30 woops

Before her new life at sea, Morgan never had any problems falling asleep. Maybe it was the anxiety of leaving her home behind, constantly surrounded in a soup she couldn’t swim in, and the constant worry of attacks at any time…

…Morgan now found herself being the Strawhats perfect night watch. Not that it was night any longer. With the Merry pointed East, the redhead had her face warmed by the golden beams as they peaked up from their blanket of sea. It was a sight she’d never get tired of. Soon the crew would all be awake, her shift would be over, and Morgan could finally settle in the kitchen with her breakfast. Just the idea of some of Sanji’s hot, delicious breakfast made her drool. Her poor stomach growled, and the pain from her hunger paired with the cold early morning air made her shiver and shake and cuddle deeper into her blanket.

She was caught by surprise when the rope dangling out of the crowsnest began to shake. Normally the rope was used to deliver items and equipment into the lookout, so Morgan scrambled over to the side of her nest, a hand tightening around the rope before it could accidentally fall to down below.

Her golden eyes brightened when they saw the lemonade-colored hair of Sanji himself. He was busy tying a basket to the rope, but when he noticed Morgan’s attention on him, he gave the lookout a beaming smile, cigarette between his teeth His grin made her cheeks nearly turn a pink as deep as her hair.

“Sanji! What in the-?!”

“Shh!” The cook quickly silenced her with a finger to his lips. Morgan caught on that she was too loud, threatening to wake someone up.

Not another word was said as Sanji abandoned his basket, twisting around and running away to hide back inside of the kitchen, a wild, excited look on his face.

Morgan started to reel in her prize, excited to see what Sanji had given her. Her pulse leapt when her hands touched the warm wicker container, and a savory smell attacked her nose. She flung the basket open, heart soaring when she saw a hot bento box and a canteen of water, all just for her. Giddy, the girl took a quick swig of her chilled drink. Right after she quickly took out the bento to see there was a note stuck to its lid.

The handwriting was incredibly neat, and still legible, “My dearest Morgan, like for a caged bird, my heart aches to see you trapped away so far above. By sunrise you’ll be free, but that isn’t soon enough. Please take this as a token of appreciation for everything that is you. May this food warm your soul and stave off the hunger that hurts you, may this water quench your thirst, and may you be able to unfold your wings and fly free once again.”

— Sanji

Morgan chuckled softly, folding up the note and pocketing it. Despite trying to laugh it off, Sanji’s words made her face warm. He’s touched her heart yet again. It was becoming incredibly unfair. By the time the girl had an idea of how to get back at the flirtatious cook, he’s already swept the lookout off her feet, and made her a red and flustered mess.

She opens up her bento box, excited at the premise of scarfing down warm onigiri, and rolled eggs, and finely cut meats, while she comes up with her next idea of how to get back at Sanji, with no chance of failure this time.

[afro-hispwriter]

Come back to me

Zach Turner(Retribution) x f!reader

Warnings- implications of character death, mental issues

Wc-601

-

“You’re skipping school Zach. Do you have a girlfriend?” Matt asks his son as he looks at him through the rearview mirror. Zach looked up at him with large widened eyes before glaring at him.

“W-What no,” Zach says and Matt softened slightly, but Zach could see the judgment in his father's eyes along with maybe some sadness. Just like everyone else who knew him, and knew what happened.

“Of course he does. Her name is Mila.” Emily says almost like she was singing. 

“Shut up Em, just shut up.” He says through gritted teeth. The car went silent and Zach turned his body away and scrolled on his phone. A photo from his memories of a year ago popped up as a notification. His eyes flicker to the small square of the picture and his heart clenched. 

“You shouldn’t yell at her.” A sweet familiar voice says next to him and his head whipped around. “She’s just being a little sibling. Oh and on the topic of little siblings, how's my little brother?”

Zach tuned out everyone and everyone, all he could focus on was your beautiful face. You sat there between him and his sister, seatbelt secured around you, and the sun shining behind you.

You looked like an angel.

“Y/n I- I missed you.” 

“Do you? Because it looks like you’re moving on from me quickly.” You peered over to his phone to see a picture of a girl on his lock screen. Zach’s eyes widened and unlocked his phone and went to the settings to change the wallpaper. 

“S-She changed it, m’sorry.” He frantically started going through his albums of pictures… pictures of you. Suddenly his face was grabbed gently by you. The warmth of your hand was so comforting he melted into it. 

“It’s okay Zach, it’s been almost a year.” 

“No, it's not baby, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He was rambling so you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“I missed you too.” Tears ran out of his brown eyes and down his cheeks. You looked at his neck, at the orange headphones making you smile. “I'm glad you took my headphones, keeping them nice a safe.” 

“He’s forgetting you,” Zach says and you frown.

“I know, he’s still so young and I can only watch over him. Please don’t forget me, Zach.” You say and dig your face into the crook of his neck. He closed his eyes and dug his face into your hair, taking in your smell.

“Never.” 

“Zach.”

“Zach!”

“ZACH!” 

Zach blinked and he was back in reality. The car was stopped and pulled over to the side of the road. His father was grabbing him by his shoulders and Emily was looking at him in shock. 

“What-What?.” He looked around, searching for you. “Y/n? Where? She was just here. WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!” He practically screamed at Matt. 

“Son do not yell. Did you take your meds, have you been taking them at all?” Zach wiped his glossy eyes and looked down at his now-changed lock screen.

“N-No.” His breathing started to pick up and he clutched his chest. 

“Breath Zach.” Emily placed a hand on her brother’s arm. 

“How many times have we told you that taking your medication is important?” Matt said before sighing and taking in his son’s state. 

He was sobbing at this point, snot and tears down his face.

“I-I just wanted to see her again.”

[edupunkn00b]

Roomies, Chapter 1: My Best Friend's Brother

Mash-up of edited public domain photos.

My Best Friend's Brother - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 3098 - Rated: T - CW: references of parental homophobia Written for @intrualityweek 2024

Patton and Roman have known each other forever. They were each other’s best friend, favorite neighbor, closest classmates all through school. They were even each other’s first crush. Roman’s crush had faded with time. Patton’s had not. Oh, yeah, and Roman’s weird twin brother Remus was there, too. Now Roman and Patton are all set to be roommates their freshman year of college and everything’s going to be great. Right?

Faded with sun and age, the little green You Are Here flag was hard to find but when it finally popped out on the giant campus map, Patton grinned. He was on the right path. One more left turn and then up the trail between the fountain and a big field and he'd be at his new home for the next year. Nodding, he took one more deep breath and hitched up on the thinning straps of his duffel bag and marched on.

He'd made it.

The line outside the Resident Advisor office spilled out down the stairs of Carrefour Hall. Patton—and the rhythmic chu-chunk of his cracked suitcase wheels—slowed as he approached it. He hesitated, eyeing the line of students waiting for their dorm room keycodes as his backpack and duffle bag straps dug into his shoulders.

With a little grin, Patton shook his head and bypassed the line, walking right through the side door. Patting his pocket, he didn’t need to take out the dorm assignment letter he’d had memorized since June of their senior year. 

Carrefour Hall, Room 604 Dormmate: Reyes, Roman

After a much shorter wait for the elevator, Patton squeezed inside with his bags, bouncing on his toes as the elevator emptied a bit more at each floor until it was just him and a bored-looking RA-a senior, maybe?-when the elevator doors stuttered open on the sixth floor.

Patton spilled out, barely noticing his bag bonk the backs of his own heels. Eyes on the door labels, all the troubles of the day, all the troubles of the entire flippin’ summer melted away. A heady mix of relief and excitement and nervousness propelled him forward until he practically skipped down the hall.

600… 601… 602… 603…

“Ready for college, Roomie?” Patton laughed after tapping quietly on the open door of room 604. “Or would it be Rome-y? ‘Cause we’re Rome-mates?” He danced his shoulders back and forth, smile only faltering when Roman turned around with his forehead crinkled in confusion. Behind him were the dorm’s standard twin-sized frames, shoved together and made up to form one full-size bed.

Sitting on the edge of that bed, folding one of Roman’s old tee shirts was a guy from their old high school. Floppy dark hair, longer than Patton remembered, and square black glasses. Was Landon his name?

“Pat!” Patton melted into Roman's arms when he pulled him into one of his patented—ha, Pattoned—crushing hugs. “It’s so good to see you! But…”  Roman pulled back, shaking his head and shooting a confused look at the other guy. “What—what are you doing here, Pat? I don’t…”

“Whaddya mean?” Patton tried to laugh but his throat had grown tight and it came out a little broken sounding. But Roman and the other guy—Llewellyn?—were too busy looking at each other to notice. “We’re… we’re rooming together, Ro.”

Roman’s eyes widened when he finally seemed to register Patton’s bags.

“The Housing Office didn’t call you?” Roman asked. “I—I texted you but when you never replied, I…” He looked down at his bare feet and the other guy stood and moved next to him. “I thought maybe you were just, y’know… a little mad and needed some space.”

Mad? Patton forced his smile to stay bright.

“New number, who ‘dis,” Patton said, waggling an older gen iPhone. The late afternoon sun glinted against the cracks in the screen. “Just got it yesterday. Um… can you put your number in…” Roman nodded and tapped at the device. “Sorry, all my contacts were on the old sim card.”

“No sorries needed, Pat! I’d be lost without my phone. I…” He nodded when his own phone buzzed with the message he sent and passed Patton back the device.

Patton couldn’t not chuckle when he read the contact name Roman had created, Really Obviously Muscular And Nice 👑.

“But, I don’t understand…” He looked up at Roman as he slid his phone back in his pocket. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I… I, well, my parents got the Housing Office to switch our rooms. They said they'd call you," he said, shaking his head. The other guy raised his eyebrows at him and Roman shook himself, presenting him with a bowed head. "Um, do you remember Logan?”

The man with big square glasses nodded and offered his hand. “Logan Sanders… We had Bio together sophomore year.”

“Patton Hart,” he nodded, shaking his hand and ignoring the sinking feeling in his belly. “I—I remember. You talked back to Mr. Saxby when he said Watson and Crick discovered the double helix.”

Logan dropped his hand and glanced at Roman before staring down at the floor, jaw clenched.

“You were right! He was a teacher—he shouldn't've ignore Rosalind Franklin!” Patton added quickly, turning his head to smile at him. “You got in trouble for that, didn’t you?”

He rubbed his arm and nodded once. “And I’d do it again.”

Roman curled a muscular arm over Logan shoulders and grinned proudly. “Logan tutored me in summer school so I could start this semester without having to make anything up and, well…” Uncharacteristically quiet, Roman looked to Logan, a question in his eyes.

Logan cleared his throat, eyes glossy. “We started dating and…” He let out a slow breath and nodded again. “And my parents didn’t like that and, well…” The sinking sensation turned into a cold rock in the pit of Patton’s stomach. “They… they threw me out.”

Nodding, Patton shifted the pack still slung on his shoulder. Pins and needles, like after you foot fell asleep, crawled down Patton's limbs and he reminded himself to breathe. “Oh, Logan, I’m so sorry. That’s horrible.”

“Exactly,” Roman said, pulling Logan a little closer. “Logan’s been staying at my house since that all happened. My parents have kinda taken him in."

“Your family has been more than generous,” Logan murmured, eyes on his feet. “And very gracious.”

“Hey, after surviving eighteen years of Remus running around the house, you’re nothing.”

Patton swallowed. The last time he’d seen Remus had been right after graduation. He’d run up to him and Ro and unzipped his gown to reveal his brand new tattoo—and that he’d been wearing Speedos and nothing else underneath during the ceremony. He looked carefully at Logan. “Has he been… okay with you?” 

Remus had never directly bothered him—Patton had no doubt Roman would’ve put a stop to it in a heartbeat if he’d so much as said one mean word. But as early as second grade, Remus had been suspended three times for fighting. He was tough and fought dirty, brutal enough to make even Patton’s biggest bullies cry. 

Patton was still grateful Roman really never left them alone together.

Logan tilted his head, brow furrowed. “He’s been Remus but, yes… Once I informed him I did not find his references to ‘Little Orphan Annie’ as humorous as he did, we’ve been getting along acceptably well.”

“You know if that ever changes,” Roman began in a soft voice, lips close to Logan’s ear. Patton looked away and tried harder not to listen. The room was just so small.

“If that ever changes, you’ll be the first to know,” Logan replied just as quietly. “Remus will need you to drive him to the emergency room.”

Roman chuckled, low and quiet and rich. Not at all like his best friend’s typical laugh. Patton risked a glance up.

Roman was smiling down at Logan, eyes bright and cheeks a gentle pink even through his summer tan. He absolutely glowed. Suddenly seeming to remember Patton’s presence, Roman faced him, fingers still laced together with Logan’s. They’d painted their nails matching colors, every other nail Roman’s favorite red and a deep blue that matched Logan’s shirt.

“Right, I was explaining.” Roman’s voice dragged his attention away from their interlocked hands and Patton nodded. “Logan’s parents withdrew the dorm deposit they’d paid and he lost his room. I convinced my parents to switch me to a “single” so he’d have a place to live this year.” 

Patton looked around the room. They’d already moved the dorm-issue twin beds side-by-side, with a big red quilt stretched over them. Two dressers were tucked into the corner by one closet, leaving just enough space to set the desks face-to-face on the other side of the room. Patton imagined them studying together, holding hands over the desk, stealing little glances between readings. Quizzing each other like he and Roman used to when he’d study at his place after school.

Roman suddenly stepped closer and Patton looked up at him, pushing on another smile. “Have no fear, my dear Pattington Bear.” He booped Patton’s nose and, for a moment, everything was as it should be. “The Housing Office assigned you a room in the new dorms. It’s over by the Art Building. We saw them—they’re really nice and…”

“You probably want to get settled in,” Logan added, taking out a folded slip of paper from his pocket. “Dormitory orientations start in an hour, then dinner, and an evening program on ‘Health and Safety.’”

“Ha,” Patton forced a laugh, craning his neck to peek at the printout. His eyes widened when he saw the number of activities and information sessions they’d be expected to attend over the next few days. The list was a lot longer than the one he’d seen at the start of summer. “Sounds like camp!” 

“I sincerely hope your summer camp did not distribute prophylactics on the first night,” Logan frowned and put away the list. “Well,” he looked up at Roman  who winked back, blushing. “We have a bit more to tackle before Orientation.”

“Right,” Patton nodded. “Of course. Maybe we can meet up for dinner at the dining hall?” he asked, hoping neither caught his stomach grumble.

“Well, um…” Roman drew Logan a little closer. “Lo and I were going to drive into town for dinner together and…”

“Oh! Oh, yes, right… Celebrate with a date.” The yawning pit in his stomach turned into an a ball of ice. “Of course,” he said again. “Let me, um, let me get out of your hair, then and, uh…”

“Here, Pat, I’ll help you.” He lifted Logan’s hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against each knuckle before releasing his grip and following Patton into the hall. “Jeez, Pat!” Roman exclaimed, eyes widening when he took in Patton’s overstuffed duffel bag, another backpack, and his beat up old wheelie suitcase in the hall. “Did you bring enough?”

“Oh, you know me,” he laughed, his voice strained as he tightened the straps on the larger backpack pulling down his shoulders. “It’s just a little of everything.” Roman hefted the duffel bag, his hand scraping over a crumpled tagboard label.

“Ha! Speaking of camp, I think you left your bunk tags on from last summer,” he laughed, turning it over and reading the bunk information. His eyes widened. “I can’t believe you went back!”

“You went to summer camp before college?” Logan asked, adjusting his glasses and peering at him through narrowed eyes from the doorway.

Patton shrugged, a flush crawling up the back of his neck. “Yeah, I was a counselor. Good money for a summer’s worth of work and no expenses… You’re living where you work, so…”

“Ah, Pat, I figured you’d take the summer off!” Roman clapped his shoulder then helped him hook his other backpack over the handle of the wheelie bag. “You worked your ass off to get a full ride here. Your parents were so proud at graduation, I bet they’d send you anything you’d need.”

“Mm-hm,” Patton nodded and didn’t look away fast enough to miss the stiff look Logan gave him. 

“Oh, mi amor,” Roman murmured, stepping back into their room and cupping his boyfriend’s cheek. Patton ducked his head and tilted back the suitcase to drag it back to the elevators, making just enough noise to cover their whispers. “I’ll be back before you know it, love,” he promised in his regular voice before stepping back into the hall with Patton.

“You know, Ro… I’m being selfish,” he said quietly to Roman when he joined him with the duffel bag. “You should stay here and help Logan get settled. I just need to head down to the RA’s office and get my new room and keycode.” Patton smiled brightly up at his oldest friend.

“Are—” Roman’s hand twitched on the duffel strap, already shifting his weight to set it down. “Are you sure?”

Patton looked up at him. Hope had brightened his already brilliant green eyes, and his usual crooked smile now bloomed over his face. “Yeah, Ro, of course I’m sure. I got it all here, didn’t I?” He nodded and looped the duffel bag over one shoulder.  “Besides, you know me…” He grinned brightly and mimed flexing his muscles. “I’m stronger than I look. Logan needs you,” he murmured.

“Pat, you’re the best friend a guy could ask for!” Roman pulled him into a long hug. Breath caught in his throat, Patton squeezed back, the familiar scent of strawberry shampoo and a new floral cologne pleasantly tickled his nose. “I’m not just saying that, either,” Roman murmured, bent over his head. “Thank you for being so understanding. Logan doesn’t have anyone right now. His whole family disowned him when he came out. They wouldn’t even let him take his computer or his clothes or anything.”

Burning eyes squeezed shut, Patton nodded silently against his shoulder, throat too tight to even try to speak. The weight of everything he carried in his backpack cut into his shoulders and he hugged Roman a little tighter. 

“He just really needs me right now,” Roman whispered. “I’m the one who encouraged him to come out. It wouldn’t be right to just abandon him now.”

“Of course,” Patton managed when Roman pulled back and smiled down at him. 

“You’re a good friend, Pat. The best.” He gave his shoulders one more squeeze before turning back to his room with a little wave. Just before he closed the door, he poked his head back into the hallway. “Hey, we should meet up at the dining hall… uh, maybe sometime tomorrow? Or maybe Monday?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, Ro, that sounds great! You have my new number!” He called just as the door closed. Alone again, Patton pushed up the corners of his mouth until it felt something like a smile and walked back down the hall toward the elevators.

~

The line for the RA’s office wrapped around the hallway. He watched the time tick down on his phone, the wait stretching even as his battery slowly died. Still, he cheered when he reached the head of the line and grinned at the harried volunteer flipping through a clipboard of dog eared papers.

“A313,” she said and handed him his new door code in a tiny envelope.

“Does it say who my roommate will be?” Patton bit his lip. He and Roman had spent the last four months of school planning on rooming together, sketching plans and making up stories about who else they might meet in the dorms. Patton hadn’t even considered not sharing a room with him. The thought of living with a total stranger sent a cold child down his spine.

The volunteer scanned the sheet but shrugged. “Sorry, doesn’t say on my copy, just that he’s a senior. It would’ve been on the copy mailed to your permanent address.”

Nodding, Patton caught his bag as it began to slip off his shoulder. She smiled, briefly, and glanced up at the line behind him. “Here—” she said, plucking a parking sticker from a thick envelope. “You’ll need to switch out your pass when you move your car to the other lot.”

“Yeah,” Patton nodded again and tucked the decal into his pocket along with the old one. Don’t need a pass if you don’t have a car. He gathered up his bags. “Um, thank you!” he added, remembering to smile. The volunteer had already moved on to the student waiting behind him, crumpled check in-hand.

The Art Dorm was on the opposite side of the quad, tucked into a corner behind Greek Row. A raucous party had already started at the largest fraternity house and Patton hitched his bag a little higher. He’d dodged a bullet there, at least.

He skittered around a pocket of laughing students making their way back across the quad toward the dining hall, then another as he waited for the elevator. One of them shoved a thick Orientation folder into the recycling bin. He waited until they’d passed and fished it out again. He'd missed the session, but at least he could catch up with the handouts. And if he hurried, he could still make the tail end of dinner and figure out what else he'd missed later. Who knew, maybe his new roomie would be nice and they could get to know each other a little before bed.

The elevator doors opened and Green Day played at too a high a volume poured into the tiny elevator. Patton dragged his bags out and into the hall. The music came from the only open door on the floor, about half-way down from the elevator. He re-read his dorm assignment and checked each door. His footsteps slowed with each tread, his bags growing steadily heavier.

301, 303, 305…

Patton stopped just outside room 313. A mostly empty suitcase sat open on the bed nearest the hallway and a stack of clothes still on hangers were draped haphazardly over the back of a chair. Teetering stacks of books and art supplies covered one desk and music—now Queen—blared from a flashing bluetooth speaker by the window.

In the other corner of the room, a very tall and very familiar guy with neon green hair and a cropped tank top was inside. Back to the door, he danced as he shoved an armful of clothes into a dresser drawer. A shiny tattoo, still red around the edges, covered his left shoulder and the safety pins adorning his ripped jeans swayed with his movements. 

Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe… Patton held his breath and knocked. Loudly. 

He spun around, tapping his wrist, and the music cut out. A too-broad grin slashed across his face, topped with a thick mustache. Green eyes two shades darker than Roman’s stared back at him, wide and wild. Remus dropped his clothes and opened his arms wide.

“Roomie!”

[hxneyfarm]

swallowing hand grenades

wc: 601 | cw: mention of passive self harm, description of internalized meltdowns, references to parental violence | autistic eddie munson, inspired by the meltdown i had at work today

All his life, Eddie has been swallowing hand grenades.

At least, that’s what it feels like when everything around him is too bright, too loud, too hot, too cold, too itchy, and the tapping of his fingers against the table or the bouncing of his leg beneath the table isn’t enough to stop the explosion that’s building behind his eyes. When he was little, his mother taught him to internalize his explosions so he doesn’t turn out like his dad with his violent angry outbursts that left fist shaped holes in the drywall. 

The flooding of his overwhelmed senses always feels like he’s holding a hand grenade without a pin, and if he throws it the shrapnel will go everywhere and cause destruction in its wake, so... He swallows it, keeps the shrapnel inside where it won’t hurt anybody but himself. And most times it doesn’t even hurt him, not really. It leaves behind an ache that he doesn’t have a name for, a bone deep exhaustion that'll knock him out and let him finally get some of that blessed, blessed sleep that escapes him, more nights than not.

His mom used to say he was full of nervous energy, like a chihuahua or a Jack Russell terrier, but the older Eddie gets the less he believes that. It’s not really that he’s nervous. Sometimes, sure, that's what it is. But usually it’s the buzzing of the too-bright fluorescents overhead and the murmured conversations happening around him that sound like bugs. It’s the itch of the tag at the back of his tee shirt and the fact that one of his shoes is tied just a little more tightly than the other. It’s the furnace that kicks on in the middle of class and blows thick, hot air down on his scalp and makes his hairline sweat.

It’s the panic that rises like bile when he realizes he forgot the homework again, third time this week, and the teacher is looking at him with an arched brow and that lip curled in a sneer.

He can’t sit still, but he can’t rock side to side the way he wants or everybody’s gonna fucking look at him funny again. He can’t chew on the inside of his cheek because there’s barely anything left of the skin in there. He can’t bite his thumbnail anymore because he bit it down to the quick earlier and made it bleed. He can’t pick at his eyebrows anymore because if he goes home again with half an eyebrow missing Wayne is gonna have that look in his eye, that worried look he gets when he starts suggesting things like maybe a counselor…

So Eddie excuses himself to the bathroom and locks himself in a stall and he swallows the hand grenade, lets it pop in his tummy as he takes his rings off and shakes his hands out, flaps them a little bit so that he can start to feel human again. He presses a palm to each temple and squeezes, imagines the top of his head splitting to let all the gunk out, a pimple that’ll scab over later, one he won’t be able to resist picking at again until it bleeds.

In a few years, when he finally lets Wayne talk him into counseling, Eddie will have the language for this. He’ll know that these aren’t anxiety attacks, they’re meltdowns. He’ll know that they happen when he’s overstimulated and has nowhere to put that building feeling behind his eyes. He’ll have methods to cope with them.

Until then, Eddie will keep swallowing hand grenades.

[chesters-ocs]

Look, Stone basically pouted at me until I requested, just so you know. So I'm humbly requesting Mārīte and him reuniting (in a timely manner).

Maybe the two of them ending up alone in the ranch house when he's just getting used to being back and she came to visit Sylvester or someone else in the house.

UNEXPECTED REUNION

well, if stone insists, then who am i to deny his wishes? :) :)

wc: 601

There was a slight skip in her step, as Mary stepped out of her red Volkswagen Beetle, a colourful gift bag in her hold. She grinned when she saw no vehicles parked there. Everyone is away, it seems.

The woman basically skipped to the front door, unlocked it and slipped inside.

Walking around the creaky floorboards, she crept to the basement of the building, where her brother should be at. A mischievous grin on her face when her ears picked up the muffled talking.

Slowly, carefully, she opened the door, and to her delight, Samuel was neck deep in a video game, all of his attention taken up by his computer. Headphones drowned out any and all noise as well.

Now she just had to hope he couldn't smell her perfume.

Taking deliberate steps, she carefully observed his obliviousness, and just as he was about to look behind him-

"GAH-!"

Mary erupted into lough laughter at how she managed to get her brother, who was clutching his heart dramatically after ripping the earbuds out.

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, but only got a fit of wheezing laughter from his sister, until she calmed down.

"Oh come on, I had to! Here, dumbass, happy birthday~!" she purred and held the gift bag out.

Samuel's eyes widened in surprise, his game suddenly the least interesting thing in the world.

"You didn't..."

"Damn right I did!"

He pulled out the various discs and cassette tapes, looking at them with awe. Their father, uncle and Mary's mother posing on the covers. The tacky band logo is front and center, below it, the album title and additional details.

"How did you even find these?! I thought dad lost all the copies!"

The smile in his voice was loud and clear, as he lunged forwards, giving his sister a quick hug, before rushing to Charles' room to "borrow" a CD player he could plug into his computer.

"Anything's possible if you've got the money for it," she hummed, amused at how excited Sam was to have actual original versions of the college band their dad was in over two decades ago.

"If you're gonna tell me to get a job I'll kick you," he snapped back, but there was no bite behind the bark.

"Nah, nah. But I do recommend maybe washing that hoodie," she said with a chuckle, "Enjoy!"

"Damn right I'll enjoy! Thanks again, you're the best!"

"Fuck yeah I am," she said with a wave, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Mary is less careful when backtracking, as her goal had been accomplished. Though, unfortunately, the noise attracted the attention of someone she had been keen on avoiding.

"Everything alright down there?"

Her eyes snap up, not having been expecting to see him, and she flinches backwards, involuntarily swallowing, before stuttering out: "Wh-What are you doing here?!"

"I came home last week. I thought Sylvester told you?"

She winces slightly, and puts even more distance between them with a few tiny steps back.

"... I must have forgotten then. Uh, I-I'll be on my way now!"

Mary went to move past Vikram, eyes downcast, fully expecting to be grabbed.

"Mary?" he spoke softly.

Somehow, that hurt even more. She swallowed her pride and looked up once more.

"I missed you."

The words put a bad taste in her mouth. Speaking without thinking, she bit back: "I didn't."

If the words had an affect on the man, she didn't know. The response to her aggression wasn't expected either.

"I figured. Have a good day, Beta."

At least he let her leave without complaint.

---

AN: look you didnt say it had to be a good reunion. or particularly wanted :)

[simplesoupsandappletarts]

Countdown to 730.

I have been counting down the days to the two year anniversary of the daily updates of my fic "Meet Tired". I have been sharing fun facts each day.

While the aim at the start was to hit at least 1K words per day, this has blown out to the point where chapters 601-700 averaged 2177 words per day.

WWX has the most bonus chapters of any character, with 17. The next closest is JC & JYL, with 14.

The longest completed date is the 10th Feb 2024, with 96,071 words. (22nd June WILL be longer- its currently at 100,449)

LQR has the highest average word count for chapters at 4647.5, followed by 4212 for WSZ, 4059.6 for YZY, and 4055 for ZL. LQR&WSZ have both had a significant chapter, boosting their WCs, while YZY&ZL are both OCs. (Essentially, anyway.)

WN is the only character outside of the Yunmeng Jiang Trio to have a double digit amount of bonus chapters- he's had 10.

6 OC's have had a point of view chapter. (Counting the Lan parents as OCs here.)

These 6 OCs have had 11 chapters between them. MRZR has the most at 4.

The early OCs that were introduced were made in conjunction with a friend for a different fic.

LXC has not had a chapter since 440- that's the 13th of December.

102 bonus chapters have been from a male POV. 32 have been from a female POV. (Note: this data doesn't make sense, and I cannot figure out why the numbers aren't adding up. Trust me, I've tried.)

The juniors have had 19 bonus chapters dedicated to them. WSZ: 7 LJY: 6 JL: 2 OYZZ: 1 The quartet as a whole: 3.

Fact 12: The character with the lowest average word count is JC, with 1635.57. (which is, of course, lower than the regular word count these days.)

I have a drawn out family tree for all of the characters.

There are definitely more Juniors that have not been introduced yet.

Some of the OCs that I have introduced are more connected than anyone has realised.

I collate data for each group of ten chapters- 1-9, 10-19, etc. Chapters 360-369 are the longest group of 10 of the entire fic- 23,190.

The highest 10 chapter set that didn't include a milestone chapter was 570-579, with 21,539 words.

In this fic, YZY has four younger sisters.

JZX currently has four half siblings in the universe. I say currently, as this is not the final count by any means. (JZX only knows about three of them.)

LWJ & LXC have cousins in this AU.

Originally, LWJ's therapist was going to be one of NHS's friends.

I have yet to introduce a non queer OC.

[yerimbrit]

[flufftober day 1, wc: 601] - leaf you later : k. minji

THE BEST THING about autumn, in kim minji’s very humble opinion, is the delicious-sounding crunches of the fallen leaves piled on the ground. they harmonize with the whispers of the wind, the flow of the atmosphere, synchronizing with her beating heart.

the other thing, which minji is pleased to share, is that with summer’s departure and autumn’s arrival comes new jokes that she is appalled to see no one else enjoys except her. guess she doesn’t have the qua-leaf-ications that she thinks she does. haha! get it? qua-leaf-ications? like qualifi-

“what are you thinking about?” you smile at the taller girl, who’s suddenly stopped, transfixed by the array of leaves on the concrete sidewalk. minji’s gaze snaps up to you, a dopey grin etched on her lips.

she squats down, picking an unbroken leaf to present to you alongside another pun. “what’s it called when a tree takes time off?”

you cross your arms, amused and knowing of the imminent, but willing to humor her anyway. “what?”

a giggle almost makes its way out of her mouth before she even gets to the punchline, but she puts on a stony face. “a,” she pauses, “paid leaf.”

that was anticlimactic. no longer amused, you feign disappointment and continue your walk to the company building, causing minji to need to jog to catch up to you… though it’s not much of a hindrance due to her long legs and athletic nature. “come on, that was a good one, wasn’t it?”

“sure,” you deadpan, then giggling at the girl. it’s hard to stay composed when you see that her thick-framed glasses are perched upon her nose, only enforcing the ‘minji nerd agenda’. “i’m not laughing at the joke, just so you know.”

“you’re still laughing at me, though—that’s still a win in my book,” she bumps your shoulder with hers, “i got another one.”

apparently ‘another one’ doesn’t mean she was going to say it now, because it takes her around a minute to start it, eyes lighting up after one particular leaf crunch under her ugg neumel boots. “if we were leaves, we could get back to practice much faster via autumn-mobile.”

you groan, pushing minji away by the shoulder with your hand. “that one was even worse!”

she tuts, shaking her head and easily getting back to her spot beside you. “you just don’t appreciate my humor.”

the company building is in sight, meaning the faster you get to the entrance and to practice, the faster you can escape minji’s dad jokes. for this reason, you speed up your walk into a jog, and then to a sprint, catching nearby people and fans’ attention, some pulling out their phones or cameras to capture footage of newjeans members minji and y/n in a wild chase.

“wait!” she shouts after you, “don’t leaf me!”

you shoot a look behind you, the girl catching up at an alarming rate. “too bad, i’ll leaf you later!”

“that doesn’t even make sense!”

“you don’t make sense!”

unfortunately, instead of a crunchy leaf you step on, it’s a slippery leaf, effectively making you face plant onto (thankfully) some itchy, brown grass.

too embarrassed to get up because you’re right outside of the building, you stay lying down. a presence lurks nearby, and you just know minji’s about to make another pun. you groan into the grass and instantly regret it, because wow grass does not taste good.

“are you okay?” minji asks, poking your back with a small stick as if you were a corpse. “aw, you’re alive. i guess you’re not the no-body that won the skeleton beauty contest.”

“please shut up.”

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : loser minji with dad jokes oh yes

[lgcwoosung-a]

                                       CASTING CALL 006 - HAN WOOSUNG                                               CRAM SCHOOL 2 AUDITION                                          AUDITIONING FOR: SUPPORT ROLE

Woosung isn’t completely sure if he’s ready to audition for a role this big, but he also knows he has nothing to lose if he does go ahead with it. He’s going by his mantra that you miss all the shots you don’t take. If he gets a role, that’s awesome and he has some steady work for a while. If not, it’s shame, but at least he’ll have the experience to look back on.

Either way, he’s looking forward to the whole thing more than he thought he would.

The only hard thing had been trying to come up with an original character for this audition. While Woosung is relatively creative (if he may say so!), that creativity lies more in the region of music rather in anything literature or writing. And he’s a journalism student.

Well, the writing for journalism is a lot different to any kind of creative writing, to be honest.

Eventually. though, he’d managed to write up what he hoped was a viable character after taking inspiration from what he’d seen back in high school and it’s these notes he’s re-reading when his name rings out though the corridor he’s waiting in.

“Han Woosung?”

“Coming!”

Now he’s a little nervous, but in all honesty, it would be strange if he wasn’t. Wiping his palms on his jeans and tucking his outline into his bag, Woosung enters the room where the production crew are waiting for his pitch. He offers them a bow and smile before taking his seat.

“Hello, my name is Han Woosung, 22 years old. I’m here to audition for a supporting role Cram School 2.”

For a moment he wonders what they must think of someone his age auditioning for a role in a High School based drama, but dismisses it instantly. After all, how old were the actors who had participated in High School Musical when it first came out?

“My character is a repeat student, aged 18.” he begins. Woosung knows this is  a risky stance to take, but the fact that the crew hasn’t shut him down instantly is promising, at least. “Though it’s not due to a lack of academic ability. Rather, he had gotten the university place he had aimed for, but it wasn’t the major he’d wanted. So he didn’t take up his place in university and opted to re-take the CSAT once again, this time with the goal for achieving the major he wants.” he pauses to take a breath.

“This student acts self-assured and confident because of his previous experience, but it’s a front. In fact, he’s a very withdrawn and quiet person when he’s alone. He doesn’t get on with his parents because he defied their wishes to do the major they had chosen for him, so he hides this sadness and resentment with a cocky attitude. He also is actually quite kind and helpful to those who are struggling, but he doesn’t like it to be known and will deny it loudly if someone tries to point out his more positive traits. However, he eventually lets himself open up and become friends with other students and reveals his good true personality.”

It’s a bit of an awkward place to finish, but there’s not much more to say. Instead he bows his head with a smile and thanks the production team for their time before taking his leave, his heart hammering in a good way.

Whether or not he’s offered a part, Woosung feels that he presented himself well and hopefully made some kind of good impression. All that’s left to do is wait.

WORD COUNT: 601

[rkmeiqi]

—april 6th, 2020. weekly idol recording.

their first time appearing on weekly idol, they don’t even get an entire episode to themselves.

meiqi supposes this should be expected; they’re still rookies and it’s not like they’ve proved their variety skills in some over-the-top way to deserve a show all to themselves. they have two new members as well, so and*roma’s new dynamic is fairly unknown to the public. 

maybe this is a test. more people on set surely means more chaos, and chaos makes for great entertainment. if anything goes wrong, the attention can easily be redirected to another member of either group. but meiqi doesn’t want that. she doesn’t want viewers to take their eyes off and*roma—off her—for even a second. if this truly is a test, she’s not too good at those. but if it’s a competition (which it totally is, thank god), then there’s no way she will lose.

and*roma’s introduction is already miles better than bigmap or whatever the hell their name is, she thinks. they had each chosen disney songs to sing a few days ago, paired with little actions that have the hosts and other guests laughing. personally, meiqi finds it amazing that wendy can sing a whole new world while being carried magic-carpet style, even after all the times they’ve practiced this skit. 

at one point, meiqi gets called out. she keeps staring in the general direction of the boy group, and she knows this, but she can’t stop. 

“i see meiqi can’t keep her eyes off benji,” one of the hosts wiggles his eyebrows. 

and it’s true, but not for any reason anyone on the set could think of. sure, the red-haired boy is plenty talented and funny, and maybe in another life, meiqi would think he’s cute enough to give him her phone number after the taping. however, that is certainly not the case right in that moment.

“his hair reminds me of a really red spicy rice cake,” meiqi says honestly, her mouth watering just the slightest. “it makes me hungry.”

it takes a while for them to move onto the competition part of the episode, but she’s immediately grateful. they have to show off personal talents, and meiqi brags about her ability to make anything look sexy. the hosts challenge her with different, ridiculous poses and a few cute, contradictory props. it doesn’t go as planned, but the laughter that she receives as a response makes the attempt feel worthwhile.

(and*roma wins, mostly because of the other members, but meiqi likes to think she played a part in this victory).

the dance segment feels like it was made for her. she doesn’t think twice when springing from her stool at the first note (running straight for the center, crashing into one of the boys and probably one of her members, too, on the way), and her body immediately moves to the music she recognizes.

meiqi knows most of the choreographies: big-name seniors, iconic songs, and even lesser-known songs. there’s only two that she doesn’t know, but she freestyles it based on what she sees from other participants and from how the music makes her feel. 

(they win again, this time by a landslide, because, herself aside, and*roma has amazing dancers).

for the cleopatra game, meiqi doesn’t participate, but she enjoys it from the sidelines. they’ve sent out their best vocalists, and quite frankly, meiqi has immense faith in and*roma’s vocal line.

deservedly so. wendy absolutely destroys the boys with a note that reminds meiqi of dolphins. upon the announcement of yet another win for the group, she immediately runs to her fellow member and jumps on her, legs wrapping around her torso to hold herself up for the celebration.

when they are deemed winners of the entire competition, meiqi believes that, if this was a test, it might be the first one she’s ever passed.