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the-travelling-witch · 1 year

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Alright fuck it I gotta clean my house so let's get this ball rolling after all.

We've talked Abt shuji doing your nails before bc he's easily entertained but inui who is so into your nails for no discernable reason.

He loves picking the color (rip nail salon trio) he loves suggesting lite ways to spice it up. You chalk it up to him being good with small details, probably. Maybe he's just fascinated by your hands because they're so much smoother and unmarked compared to his? Well, you know at least that he's rather interested in your hands and nails and you ask him what color you should go for this time and he surprises you by offering to do it himself.

He's nervous. Just a little.

But it's enough for you to notice.

It's cute. He doesn't want to fuck it up.

He blames the way your hands look in his because it's a wonder of his world and it's distracting. It almost looks wrong how stained his fingers are from a long week of work holding onto yours. And even though he has the fine motor skill to pull off a great manicure, he gets your cuticles a little messy and his temper flares. Inui huffs and slams his card on the table insisting you get someone to fix the mistake. He spills his plans to take you out and well, it seems to mean so much to him you just go for it even if you could fix them on your own.

You have a nice dinner and show off your new dark manicure you got to match your little black dress. It's not until later you put together that he's been dying to see the look of your hands topped with freshly painted nails around his di-

I regret nothing about pushing a hand(y) link on the boy. I'm not sorry.

aww, i’m sure he’d look adorable all concentrated on not messing up; scrunching his brows together with this look of sheer determination in his eyes maybe chewing on his lip?

it’s great he wants to pick the colours though bc we all know i can never decide >///< plus he has style, so he knows what he’s doing

smooth and unmarked? me and my dry baby hands full of blisters struggling through winter for sure /lh

‘i get my cuticles messy too, it’s nothing to get worked up over’ i say, knowing full well it’s a perfectionist’s worst nightmare

omg bby, you could’ve just asked, i’d be more than glad to hold your di— i mean,, hand; but since i like my nails better when they’re long, i’ll really have to remind myself to watch out for leaving any marks… (directing the rest of this convo to my other blog hshshs)

you shouldn’t be

#coffee & tea break #my regulars ♡#letter from: a mysterious (?) sender ❁#i’m kissing you so hard #i recently saw this really cool black/ wine red ombré #so i’m just imagining that #inui era returning just in time for season two

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angeltism · 20 days

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My dear lady, take your medicine, fill a bottle of water, and go lay down and rest. You may be the most beautiful, special, princessguy in the whole world, but you are also trapped in a mortal body that must be taken care of.

As your knight, I should be taking better care of you. Just pretend i'm there actually making you drink water, take medicine, and tucking you into bed with a forehead kiss.

Why thank you for your concern, my sweet knight ! I'm feeling a bit better since my pains and lightheadedness thankfully don't stick around long, and I chugged some electrolytes so I should be in better shape tomorrow ♡

The unfortunate thing with electrolytes being the solution to my ails is that despite there being some really good flavors (punch, cherry and blue raspberry the beloveds) the taste of chemicals when I have to drink an entire bottle in a day often ends up being so unappealing,, or I simply forget because I'm prone to forgetting to drink anything at all most days (..attempting to work on it, so fret nyat, my beloved knight ^_^). Luckily it does seem to help though, soo I do my best :]

And ah, how the idea of you being here to take care of me comforts me, my knight <3 Aside from the usual discomforts I've unfortunately been cursed with, my leg has been hurting quite a bit within the last three days. Perhaps, depending on how tall and/or strong you are, you could carry me to bed ? Or simply support me so I can put less weight on the limb, which would be greatly appreciated just the same.. Of course, once we're in bed snuggling together, I'd pepper your face with kisses as a thank you to my oh-so caring and strong knight ♡

#➳ the fool's mail box #➳ sender; ivette #and then if I'm ever feeling well and you unfortunately aren't I'd make sure to return your kindness and take care of you !#after all — knights need to be cared for too‚ especially #those who are as dedicated to their Lords and Ladies as you are ! ♡#with all this talk of you caring for me and coddling me I do hope the opportunity arises some day for me to repay you #oh how I'd love to shower you in affection and care.. it'd simply be the polite thing to do for my dear knight‚ no ?#although.. I may not be able to resist kissing your forehead or the tops of your hands if I were to take care of you if you weren't feeling #well.. fufufu ♪#long post #<- tagging us talking w this always makes me giggle‚‚ /very positive !

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aqueencomplexx · 10 months

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AYOOOOO WELCOME BACK I MISS YOU

#queen has a few friends #one or two mutuals #return to sender #sender: omniuravity #miss you ♡

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ryuryuryuyurboat · 3 months

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8 letters, 3 words!

synopsis: confessions are tricky.

genre: fluff

characters: lyney x gn! reader

warnings: modern (college) au, reader is referred to in 2nd person, navia + lynette cameo

a/n: hehe hi @ariicandy! i'm your secret admirer for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event :> hope you like this gift hehe happy valentine's!! likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

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“oh my, y/n, you really do have expensive taste.” navia grins at you from across the table. “did you win the lottery, or something?”

you huff. “no, i found them on my table.” the second you open the lid of the (previously) beautifully decorated tin box, the sweet fragrance of macarons wafts into your nostrils— you almost miss the way your friend’s jaw drops as she openly gapes at the treats.

“what?”

“you… er, well, do you know what those are?” navia gleefully looks between you and the macarons.

there’s a soft clink as lynette sets down her teacup. “5 bucks they have no clue,” she bets, earning a soft “tsk” from you and a smug navia crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair.

“of course i do! they’re macarons! hey–” you protest, as navia dissolves into giggles and lynette sighs, “hey– listen, listen, i may have flunked midterms but that doesn’t mean i—stop laughing!—that doesn’t mean i don’t know a sweet treat when i see one, okay!”

lynette leans forward, an odd glint in her eyes. “these aren’t your ordinary macarons, you know. there’s only one bakery that sells them like this, and people queue for hours just so they can get their hands on one of these– they only sell eleven boxes each day, mind you. it’s like you’re saying your louis vuitton is just some random bag you picked off the streets. a single box can quite literally cost you the skin of your a–”

you cut her off. “i think we know what you mean, just take some if you wanna try ‘em, okay?”

“still, who’d gift you something so expensive?” navia muses, chewing on the lemon macaron she’d nicked while you weren’t looking.

“probably the same mystery guy who gave me that plushie bouquet the other day, and then those chocolates from yesterday, and also probably that box of pâte de fruits…” you hum in thought, utterly oblivious to your friends’ astounded gazes.

“...y/n, i think you might have a secret admirer.”

“wha– hey, wait! what was with that tone when you said ‘who’d give me something that pricey’? you tryna say i’m not worth those?!?”

laughter echoes across the empty cafeteria as you lunge at navia and screech something about wanting her to return the macaron. none of you notice the pair of periwinkle eyes fixed on your figure from afar.

—

“ooooh, does someone have a secret admirer~?” navia peeks over your shoulder at the white envelope lying innocently on your desk. “y’know,” she continues, unfazed by your side-eye, “if it’s the same guy that got you those macarons, maybe you should consider getting–”

“shut up,” you grumble, feeling your ears heat up, “i don’t even know who gave me all these.”

“do people not normally sign their names somewhere?”

“just the initials.” you unfold the enclosed paper, pointing to the very bottom, where the letters LS were printed. “who’s that supposed to be? lonely spirit?”

you don’t see a certain someone’s eyes dim when you don’t bother reading the letter and shove the envelope into your bag.

—

13 february. 7 days since you started receiving letters. 7 days since you got your first plushie bouquet (how the sender knew your favourite blooms and even your favourite character was a mystery you had yet to solve). and 1 day before valentine’s.

the letter you got today was way simpler than the flowery words that filled the pages from before:

3 boxes, 8 letters. think you’ll be able to figure it out, ma chérie? that’s the key to your last gift.

(hint: the way each letter starts is important. good luck♡)

“the way each letter starts?” lynette shrugs, “no idea. probably something like the first letter of the first word.”

“lynette,” you begin, “you’re a genius!”

one problem, though. you only received 5 letters. oh, well, didn’t hurt to try, right?

“let’s see…” you lay out the letters on the table, trying hard to ignore the contents that made you blush so furiously in the safety of your bedroom. “u, l, v, o, i, e…” you mutter, before navia gives you a light shove.

“no way it’s taking you so long, isn’t it already so obvious?”

“???”

“rearrange the letters—where’s my pen— and what do you get?”

you stare mutely at the letters. “...i love u.” you read, before you’re hit with a realisation.

“wait– boxes are containers, and then words are like containers for letters– and then, and then… and then i love you makes up eight letters in three letters! i’m a genius!”

“if you’re such a genius, you should’ve noticed a certain someone staring at you.” lynette nods at a point behind you, “go get your man, y/n. i don’t wanna hear complaints about being single for valentine’s.”

you turn– and there stood lyney snezhevich, in all his glory, a bouquet in his hand. he offers you an apprehensive smile as he extends his arms for you to accept the flowers—your final gift— and averts his eyes.

“seems you’ve managed to crack the code, ma chérie. now, then, if you hadn’t known from the letters… will you be my valentine?”

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ellaak · 2 months

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ENHYPEN RECOMMENDATION LIST

✉~Smau ✏~Written Series 🃁~Oneshot ☆~Headcanon ♡~Fluff ☔︎︎~Angst ☊~Crack ⌧~MDNI

LEE HEESEUNG Mistletoe Mayhaps 🃁 ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @bluriki This fic made me giggle sm the mistletoe was the op fr NEW BEGINNINGS 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @ikeuverse Crying. Belong To You 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jaeyunluvr ANGST TO FLUFF ARE SO GOOD ## Buy One, Take me ✉ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @heeracha If they didn't have their happy ending I would've molded one with my own BARE hands. Falling In Love With Heeseung 🃁 ~ ♡ @wondipity THIS SHORT FIC OMLLL WIN ONE WIN ME 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jaylver THIS FIC HAS ME ON A CHOKE HOLD, also FUCK MATTHEW.

PARK JAY What do you mean dad went to get the milk!? 🃁 ~ ☊ @orangflowalober Why do the children know what the milk joke means..... 21st CENTURY GIRL ✉ ~ ☊ @hoonvrs This was acc so funny the way they refused to believe jay

SIM JAKE Nothing Here Yet...

PARK SUNGHOON Always Forever 🃁 ~ ♡ @kairoot MY BB HOON 12 Days Of Christmas ✉ ~ ☊ @jebi-won SUNGHOON IS SO ME but my wishlist never came Return To Sender ✏ ~ ☔︎︎ @jjunberry I would've never speak to my sibling ever again.... Look At Me Now ✉ ~ ☊ @facechasers SECRET RELATIONSHIP TROUP >>>>> The Perfect Love Scheme 🃁 ~ ♡ @lovepookie I LOVE THE LOSER SUNGHOON AGENDA NOW WE DATE! ✉ ~ ☊ @boyfhee Sunghoon will always be so bbg Back Off! 🃁 ~ ♡ @delcakoo Hand bumping while I'm getting snacks is not romantic so MOVE Mirrorball 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @rosenhypen HOLDING MY TEARS THE WHOLE FIC With Love, Sunghoon 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @dazed-hee I WENT THROUGH SM EMOTIONS HOON WAS AN ASS Take a Chance With Me 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @snghnlvr I FACEPALMED WHEN SUNGHOON SAID THAT Homesick 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @aakomii The line 'take me home' did me IN Introducing You To His Fans On Vlive 🃁 ~ ♡ @nokacchan Sunghoon just being smitten The 24-Hour Dating Challenge 🃁 ~ ♡ @jaeyunverse Someone better confess to me in asters NOONA ✉ ~ ☊ @hoonvrs Play WOW by stray kids

KIM SUNOO Guess who ✉ ~ ☊ @soobnny THE WAY THEY KEPT REFERENCING SUNWOO FROM THEBOYZ Let My Love Run Wild ✉ ~ ♡ @jaeminvore This was so sweet i’ll be putting on a suit, be tip toeing to you if you’re down for it 🃁 ~ ♡ @yenqa GET URSELF A MAN WHO'LL UP ON VALETINES IN A TUEXEDO AND GET IT DIRTY FOR YOU !!

YANG JUNGWON Did I, A Side Character Became The Male Leads Wife!? ✏ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @ateliertale JUNGWON COULD NOT LEAVE US ALONE Idol Crush! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ☔︎︎ @enhas-bestie Wonyoung carried the last few chapters. Best Wingwomen FIRST & SECOND 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @nkplanet I'LL FIGHT HER PARENTS. IT'S ON SIGHT

NISHIMURA RIKI Love Dive ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @tzyuki KEEYNKI SOLOS. Shoot! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @amakumos GENSHIN DATING APP REAL. CAN I BE YOURS? 🃁 ~ ♡ @mintsvnoo SMALL NIKI AND HIS INNOCENT ACTIONS YOUR HIGHNESS 🃁 ~ ♡ @nkplanet and people ask me why I have high standards Weird Cat Guy 🃁 ~ ♡ @boydepartment He didn't catch a cat..... THAT'S HER!! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jakesgalxy I prayed for the previous CEO's downfall.

OT7 She's Taken PT.2 ☆ ~ ☊ @star-sim THE FANS ARE SO SILLY Is Your Girlfriend Single? PT.2 ☆ ~ ☊ @star-sim DYING OF LAUGHTER QUITE LITERALLY Being Asked Out PT.2 ☆ ~ ♡ @wwonwonism Made me giggle Lipgloss & Kisses ☆ ~ ♡ @maeumi-jng WHEN IS IT MY TURN ooo You Want Me So Bad ☆ ~ ♡ ~ ☊ @sharkorok THE NICE TO YOU BUT RUDE TO EVERYONE ELSE TROUP IS GONNA BE THE END OF ME SELLING MY BOYFRIEND ☆ ~ ✉ ~ ☊ @luvyeni Something silly for valentines Enha reaction to their s/o crying after a member scares them ☆ ~ ♡ @yeeunjia This is me and my sensitive heart Enha getting you a snack you're craving at 3am ☆ ~ ☊ @n1k1tty Get urself a s/o who gets you what you're craving at unholy hours When You Can't Sleep Without Them ☆ ~ ♡ @angel1kisses Very Comforting

#enha x Reader #Enhypen x Reader #Lee Heeseung x Reader #Jay Park x Reader #Jake Sim x Reader #Park Sunghoon x Reader #Kim Sunoo x Reader #Yang Jungwon x Reader #Riki Nishimura x Reader

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shimishimii · 25 days

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six degrees of separation

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It takes 20 to 500 years for a plastic to break down, and for Kuroo Tetsurou, it takes a month.

He drags his feet towards the door, unlocking it. He rubs his eyes, yawning, must be already 3 pm, but at least he was able to sleep. at least, even for a few hours.

He drags his hand on his face, feeling his stubble, it’s been a few days since he last shaved. You didn’t mind him with this look. You tell him he looks like those mafia men you see on your instagram reels when he is in his suit, and in pajamas, he looks like that burn out dad who takes care of three kindergarteners and a rebel high school daughter. He smiles sadly at the memory.

He looks at the packages at his doorstep. There were a few parcels and a box. His phone chimes.

Order delivered.

There was one without notification, the largest. It is a box with the width of his body and a height just below his knee. It did not have the label of the online shopping platform.

It was not something he wanted.

He sees your name from the label of sender.

Maybe it was something he needed.

With both of his hands, he picks up the box, ever so gently, afraid of breaking precious things, something he was not able to do before. He uses his feet to kick the three parcels inside of his apartment.

Kuroo walks around his living room. The box seems like staring at him intently, still unopened on his coffee table. It was a silent testament to everything he had lost and everything he yearned to regain. He couldn't bring himself to open it, afraid of confronting the memories it held within—memories that would only deepen the ache in his heart.

He wants to run to you, apologize a thousand times, but he could not fix what was broken.

He opens the box after almost an hour.

A hoodie, a board game, sleeping mask, other small items. He didn’t mind if you kept these anyway, most of them belongs to you, at least when you were his. Now, there are no reasons for you to keep these, or keep memories of him.

Among the items in the box, he was worried the most on the stack of polaroid photos. Why would also return him the photos of you together?

Was it to remind him what he lost? Was he really out of your life?

His fingers lingered on the photographs, tracing the contours of your smile, the warmth in your eyes. The first photo, marked on the first month you met, when he lets you lean on his shoulders while he plays that game he immediately bought because the main character reminds him so much of you. And when you are not around, at least he could remember you, even in his hobbies.

Second photo, on the fourth month, it’s simply a photo of you together smiling. He remembers how often his friends would pull you whenever Kuroo would get frustrated. Because the frown on his face would slowly disappear, and a wave of bliss would embrace him whenever he sees you.

Third photo, the seventh month, you are in his arms. That was the first time he saw you cry. He wanted to see you cry, not hide them from him. He would like you to feel safe and vulnerable around him, because he was willing to stay through it all.

Fourth photo, the ninth month, in an expensive dinner date where you laughed with him because of his clip-on tie. Kuroo was too nervous that he felt his necktie choking him. Everything about you just makes him nervous.

He picks up the polaroid. And he remembers how everything about you is pretty and all he ever wanted to see you. When he wakes up, and before he sleeps. Your hair, your clothes, and even the makeup styles you try. He wishes he could see you right now, in those unmatching pajamas, with that soft smile on your lips.

Kuroo was willing to give up anything just to spend his day telling how pretty you are, and how much he still loves you.

It was love, as he believed. This feeling. He was satisfied of how things are. Too satisfied he barely noticed the cracks that started to form.

He knows he was at fault. But he is unsure if getting back together would be healthy for both of you. He loved you, but he feared that blindly embracing that love would only lead to more pain than happiness—for both of you.

He feels standing in a road, in the middle of nowhere, as twilight surrounds him, and he has a few hours before the sun hides. Before he becomes lost in darkness forever.

He doesn’t want to lose you. Too bad, he already did.

Kuroo wishes.

hopes.

silently prays.

pleads.

just one sign—

His phone is ringing. A random pop song plays. Your name appears. He reminds himself to visit a temple later and offer his gratitude.

He wastes no time picking up your call.

[Greetings and salutations.]

Kuroo tries to hold his laugh.

[Meet me at this address I will send in a minute. At 7 pm.]

Kuroo was about to say something. maybe apology, or how he misses you. But he stayed silent. His mouth kept shut, like what he did before. He hates himself why he stayed silent that night.

[Oh. And I called, not texted, because this is urgent.]

“Sure, good—”

You ended the call.

Well, at least that was a start, Kuroo thinks.

It’s just 5 pm. But Kuroo, like an anxiety driven teenage boy getting ready for a first date, hurried to his closet to pick an outfit. He pauses for a moment, worried at his own excitement.

Kuroo arrives ten minutes before the agreed time. Just outside of the building. He was confused if he got the address right. Because that building is a law firm. So now you’re suing him?

His attention shifted when he noticed your familiar silhouette. a little girl is in your arms, and you are smiling at a man who is making the girl laugh, in front of a law firm.

His eyebrows furrowed. A computation runs in his mind. The little girl seemed to be 3 years of age based on her height. Were you married and had a family in just a month? He shakes his head, that’s impossible right? He hasn’t moved on yet and you have a family? And why at the law firm?

You turn around and caught the moment his face was still in a frown. You offer a small smile to acknowledge him.

Kuroo walks towards you, but he felt his feet dragging across the sidewalk. His feet feel like sinking in the cement. He looks down to see if it was under construction, but it looks perfectly fine, maybe he was the one who isn’t.

“We can talk in my office, it’s cold out here.”

Kuroo only nods at the man who spoke, trying his best not to look at your direction. He can’t look at you, even how much badly he wants to.

Once you were all settled into the office, a stern-looking man maybe in his early 30s, began to speak.

"Thank you both for coming on such short notice", he started, shuffling some papers on his desk.

Hmm, so he is a lawyer. Kuroo looks at the nameplate on his table.

"As you might have guessed, we're here to discuss the future of little Rika." the lawyer says before Kuroo could overthink the possibility of you suing him for breaking your heart. And even if you did sue him, he would immediately say he’s guilty.

Kuroo glanced at you, but your face was unreadable. The furrow on his eyebrows deepened. But after seeing Rika, he felt a sense of relief that you don’t have a daughter, or husband, and was not married at all. But Kuroo was still confused at the situation.

You try to ignore Kuroo’s stares. Calling him was already a life-threatening risk you took earlier. Sure, you kind of moved on. But you can only feel you are over it when he is not around.

"The deceased named both of you as the primary guardians in the event of her untimely death. That's why Rika is here." The lawyer gestured towards the child who was currently occupied with a coloring book on a nearby table.

“Deceased? Guardians?” Kuroo asks. “I think I’m missing something” He looks at Rika then you, “a lot actually.”

Without looking at him you reply, “Reiko had an accident this morning.”

“Reiko? you mean our neighbor?” Before Kuroo could even correct the word ‘our’, you nodded.

Reiko was your neighbor but moved out a month ago. Your friendship began after complaining to the landlord who asks payment for rent more than what has been written in the contract. As a single mom, Reiko was struggling to balance her time too. Because of that, you and Kuroo would offer to babysit Rika during afternoons so Reiko could rest.

You were not able to tell her that you and Kuroo broke up. You felt that Reiko was getting busy trying to look for a daycare for Rika. You only told her Kuroo was busy and only you could babysit Rika for the past few weeks.

“The funeral was brief.” you took a deep breath before continuing, “you know she had no family, her late husband was also an orphan, there’s no one—no one else for Rika” the last line was almost a whisper, you tried your best to hide the crack in your voice.

Kuroo felt a pang in his chest.

You have not yet accepted the grief. After your struggles, you felt your emotions getting locked. Your body felt stiff and freezing after hearing the doctors declare her death but could only cry after realizing Reiko was not simply sleeping and was actually gone. Your tears were able to release the pain you felt but you were unable to face the reality of losing someone. Someone you trusted, cared, loved.

“I want to help as much as I can” Kuroo says, hesitancy present in his tone. "…but we're not actually together anymore," Kuroo blurted out, his eyes darting between you and the lawyer.

Kuroo fidgets with his hand, "And I... I’m not sure about raising a child."

The lawyer gave a small nod, "I understand your concerns, Mr. Kuroo. But the deceased had clearly stated in her will that both of you were her first choice. She trusted you two."

"But there must be other options, right? Does she have any relatives? What about adoption?" Kuroo asked, desperation seeping into his voice. It’s not like he doesn’t want to take care of Rika, who is now looking at him with curiosity.

Kuroo has been questioning himself a lot lately. He was not able to take care of you to make you stay. He was lacking in all dimensions not just a boyfriend, but as a person too. How could he even know he can take care of a child?

He can take care of Rika, provide her needs, give her love and attention. But he feels broken himself.

Kuroo is afraid to raise a child when he himself is also just a child who needs to grow up.

"Adoption is indeed an option," the lawyer said, his voice calm and steady, "but it's not the ideal situation. The transition for the child can be quite difficult, and she would have to adjust to a completely new environment. Besides, she knows you two. You're familiar to her. That's a comfort."

Your mind was running different trails of thought. Reiko, who became your best friend, is really gone. You feel your heart clenching for Rika, who lost her mother at a young age. Most importantly, you want to take care of Rika, regardless of being with Kuroo or not.

Kuroo looked at you and Rika then, pleading in his eyes. "We could try, for Rika’s sake," he suggested, almost begged. "We could...we could figure this out. Together?” he sounded so unsure.

You were silent most of the time, only responding to the lawyer through nod and shrugs.

Rika walks towards you, drawing hearts on your palm. As if she was giving her heart in your hand.

"Let's do it," you said, surprising Kuroo. He looked at you, his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. "We owe it to Reiko,” you hold Rika’s little hands, “and to Rika."

The lawyer nodded, seemingly pleased with your decision. "That's a wise decision. I'll prepare the necessary papers and we'll have to go through a few legal procedures. In the meantime, you two should decide on the living arrangements."

Kuroo nodded, his mind racing with questions and worries. He glanced at you, and you gave him a small smile. It was a smile of reassurance, of understanding. It was a smile that told him, no matter what happened before or what the future holds, you are now in this together. And that gave him the strength he needed.

As you left the office, Kuroo took a look back at Rika who is now in your arms. She was looking at the stars that filled the sky, oblivious to the changes happening around her. He felt a strange sense of responsibility towards her. And he knew, at that moment, that he would do everything he could to make her feel loved and safe.

For the first time since you met tonight, you met his gaze.

And for a moment, just a moment, Kuroo thought he saw a flicker of hope.

As Kuroo and you separated ways, the future remained uncertain. You had agreed to raise Rika together, but where did that leave your relationship?

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hello lovely hoomans! I hope your day is as beautiful as you. this chapter reminded me of the people I miss, lost, and the relationships I want to fix. it's sad how love feels stronger and painful when the people you love are no longer there

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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Pluto Saves The Day (4.3 K)

When the staff all fall into a deep sleep as a result of Pete’s plot to shut down the club, it’s up to Pluto (and Grim) to save the day.

Memes Part II

Twitter AU

Twisted Wonderland x Reader

I write Reader/Yuu as female

Kissing Ace and Deuce when they ask what flavour your lip balm is

Twisted Wonderland Characters Signing Your Shirt (8k+)

Celebrating Ramadan With Kalim And Jamil

Celebrating Ramadan With Ace and Deuce: Platonic Ace x muslim!fem!reader x Deuce

TWST Boys As Texts I Found On Pinterest (feat. Ace, Deuce, Trey, Riddle, Cater, Leona, Kalim, Jamil and Idia)

When You Share A Birthday With Them (Heartslabyul and Scarabia) (11k+)

The Musings Of A Devoted Serpent (1.6k+)

Jamil thinks about what you mean to him

Deuce Spade Brainrot

Love Like You ♡

“Don’t You Know It’s Bad Luck To See Your Bride Before The Wedding?”

#JusticeForYuu

Prince Malleus Draconia vs Human Pettiness

Some Posts About My Son Grim

Needy!Deuce Headcanons

Tea Set Painting Date With Riddle Headcanons

Giving Ace A Good Luck Kiss Before A Game

The Joker(s) And The Queen

Pairing: Ace x Reader x Deuce

Two card soldiers contemplate their love and loyalty for their Queen

After All Is Said And Done

After the events of the winter holidays and Jamil’s manipulation, you and your friends are left to pick up the pieces.

Includes: Angst, Female Prefect!Reader, Book 4 Spoilers, references to PTSD and depression, Jamil x Reader if you squint, platonic Ace x Reader x Deuce but can be read as pre-romantic

So Close

Deuce is determined to give you your Disney Princess moment

Dyeing Hair with Deuce Drabble

Giving Epel, Leona and Ace a DIY Maison Margiela Kiss Shirt

how deep is your love (i really mean to learn): a deuce x reader drabble

How Ace and Deuce Fantasise About Their Crush, The Prefect

Track And Field Deuce Thoughts

Malleus x Reader Drabble

Return To Sender

𝕷𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖆

Ramshackle Family PowerPoint Night Slumber Party Headcanons + Bonus: First years

all the world seems to waken anew: Neige LeBlanche x Reader Drabble

Dating Neige LeBlanche Headcanons

One Step Closer Prince Rielle x Female Reader

Taking Deuce To Build-A-Bear

duos silices ad ignem: a Rollo fic I wrote based off of this post

𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖊: A Rollo drabble

🐇 Deuce Spade Easter Headcanons 🐇

Drunk Deuce Headcanons

Things you do that make them fall deeper in love with you (ft. Ace and Deuce)

Of Lions and Mice: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Ace Trappola x Reader drabble

A Deuce Spade x Reader Drabble

To Catch A Falling Star: Idia Shroud x Reader

🎀💗 Birthday Kisses With Ace and Deuce 💗🎀

Three’s A Crowd (a.k.a: when deuce is jealous of his tsum)

when their tsum courts their crush (ft. Deuce, Ace, Leona and Idia)

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ash5monster01 · 3 months

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Valentines Celebration ♡

From now until Valentine’s day my requests will be open for any of these prompts with your choice of date from anyone on my request list <3

Recently I’ve received 1k followers on this blog and in a thanks I’m giving this to you. As a huge Valentine’s fan I’d love nothing more than to provide each of you a chance to date any of these wonderful men. So without further ado here are a few prompts you can request!

1. Three dozen roses have just been delivered to your door on accident, in attempts to find the sender and correct the mistake, you discover you might have just found your match.

2. You find an old love letter from your high school sweetheart, do you reach out?

3. Since you and all your friends don’t have Valentines you decide to throw a party to forget about the holiday all together, but what happens when only one person shows up?

4. You’ve always pretended you hate love to avoid getting hurt but then he stumbles upon a journal where he discovers you romanticize everything, including him.

5. His Valentines date ends up being a bust and somehow he ends up at your front door.

6. You both find an old photo of a happy couple and decide to spend the day returning it to its owners.

7. You’re the only florist in town and a kind customer offers to help.

8. At a friend’s urging you begrudgingly attend a Valentines speed dating event. Maybe it’s not all bad after all.

9. You received a note from your secret admirer, turns out he’s not so good at being secret.

10. You’ve just walked into a bar and to your surprise a guy kissed you out of no where and what’re you supposed to say when it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

11. In order to get over a crush you write a Valentines letter and plan to hide it away but what happens when it accidentally gets sent out?

12. Both of you don’t have Valentines dates so you decide to go out together to fill that void. What’s the worst that can happen?

13. You’ve always been a hopeless romantic and have spent every Valentine’s day alone, so your best friend decides to give you the cheesiest, most special Valentines possible. Maybe admits his feelings a bit too.

14. You’re an author who’s just had your heart broken. Feeling the weight of your breakup you decide to end your latest book with your main characters splitting up. A surprising angry fan shows up to find out why.

15. You spend Valentines in the bar, when your ex boyfriend shows up looking better than you’ve ever seen him you beg the guy next to you to pretend to be your boyfriend.

16. You’ve never believed in soulmates but when you keep bumping into the same guy on Valentine’s day you start to think differently.

17. You’ve just started dating and your friends have put so much pressure on you two spending the holiday together. After a complete fail you both find a way to save the holiday for you both.

18. A sad valentines night spent home alone requires pizza but what happens when the delivery guy mixes up your order with the guy from upstairs?

19. Both of you decide Valentines is the perfect day to reveal your feelings to each other but what happens when you overhear one another and assume it’s about someone else?

20. The last thing you want to do is leave your apartment on Valentine’s Day and see all the happy couples but instead you discover your neighbor across the hall has been locked out with only a towel around his waist.

If there isn’t a particular prompt you like you can always request something of your own. Can’t wait to see what everyone requests! ♡

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angel-gone-south · 5 months

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I want anything with vampire kyle please 😋😋😋😋😋🥺🥺🥺🥺I give you freedom king

-🖌 anon

Vampire!Kyle x Reader

what a yummy fucking thought

°•. ☾ .•°

Oh fuck if you thought Butters was grabby think again.

Kyle is possessive. Nobody else is allowed to drink from you. His.

He would much prefer you to eat kosher, but he’ll take what he can get in South Park…

It really depends on you but I think he would be absolutely coddling. Treating you and pampering you and everything.

He needs you so he tries desperately to make you need him the same way.

Introducing you to his mom ASAP. She’d love you, just for making her “boubie” happy.

Always tutoring you. But whenever he does he needs to have hands on you. Like I said. Grabby.

Definitely not whiny like Butters but that doesn’t make him quiet either.

Probably grunts and tells you how good you taste every. damn. time.

Pulls you into dark corners sometimes to steal kisses, because he loves you.

Although he will nick your lips with his fangs on purpose so he can spend some extra time sucking face with you……

Kicks my feet. Yeah.

#➳ Return to Sender!♡#south park #south park fanfiction #south park x y/n #south park x reader #south park x you #sp x reader #south park kyle #kyle broflovski x y/n #sp kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x you #sp x you #sp fanfiction #vamp kyle #➳ Sticky Notes!♡

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deamare · 11 days

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♡ ˚· @peerlessscowl asked:

[ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 by way of 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me"; sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. It took him a long time to notice the ghost in between them, if only because it was not his own. So used to the distance that he had put around himself from those who might approach him, Raven scarcely considered the tug of his footsteps in her direction might be met with the similar chill, the rift and the call from the other side of the veil haunting each of her footsteps away from him. It was in the small things, the gestures that he performed not by rote but by instinct, the hand not meant to be taken as they dismounted stairs or a carriage ride into the surrounding cities, the glimpses in one another's direction during a conversation with a third party, the tacit understanding they had begun to develop. And yet always, the invisible barrier that he had not until that moment noticed was the grip of fingers, at her elbow, at her hip, around her heart. She was no more distant with him than ever, but now that he saw the figure lurking in the background, she felt as faraway as if leagues of black ocean lay between them. "We'll stop in town," he said, at first softly, breaking the easy silence that had settled upon them during the ride, nudging his horse in that direction, and then said no more until they had stabled at the inn. "I'll go ahead and pay for two rooms." His tone terse, hardened and chilled, his boots hitting heavily against the rushes of the floor until he reached the door, jerking it open and stalking inside, allowing it to slam behind him in the cool night air.

Inexplicably, something between them shifts.

It is foreign and familiar all the same; the way that everything with him seems to be. There is a security to his company, an understanding that Ishtar has grown to quietly covet, that she has begun to notice when she is without.

As she adjusts her hold on leather reins and moves to follow without question, she can convince herself that the chill seeping in to the space between them is nothing but her imagination. It would not be the first time that love's ghost has tightened his hold on the threadbare rope once woven around her throat, pulling her away every time she dares step too close.

Only as she watches his back disappear behind a door does she dare to think it may have been otherwise.

So she lets him go without chase-- stepping within the building only well after he had, disappearing into the room he had secured for her without inquiring after which might be his. That is what he had wanted of her, surely, and yet she spends the next hour watching the door as though expecting him appear through it.

He does not.

Before she can think to stop herself, Ishtar steps out into the hallway. By this hour the inn has quieted, lights beneath doors extinguished. All but one, situated not even a full stride across from her own. She swallows hard against the hand that has returned to its place around her neck and steps forward, knocking against the frame once.

"If I have done something to offend you," her voice is quiet, suddenly timid, "please allow me to apologize..."

#♡. — 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 #♡ ˚· (　raven　).#peerlessscowl #jumpscare. nobody look #and NOBODY tell lord julius amen

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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year

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closing doors

-> lucifer x mc

-> lucifer realises he's trapped in a cycle

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proofread

a/n: to those who get the reference: I love you, also lucifer baby sorry for making you suffer I love you ♡♡

content warnings: angst, alcohol

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The clock ticked 4am. There was still a small pile of paperwork left, great progress for such a busy day. Lucifer inhaled deeply as he poured himself another coffee with the last drops in the can. The bitter beverage had long gone cold, but the avatar of pride didn't care. He chugged it all in one sip and continued scratching the pen on the paper.

The whole house was asleep, the whole house didn't know Lucifer was still up. Nobody knows Lucifer has been busy working and fixing other's problems. Some witch sent Mammon another threatening letter again, demanding her money back, so Lucifer put the cash in the envelope and returned it to the sender. Beel almost made a whole restaurant go bankrupt again, Lucifer sent them some money. He never told his brothers or anyone he's doing this stuff, and he never will.

The demon spends many nights at his desk signing paperwork. To an average person, it might seem impossible, but Lucifer isn't an average person. He's the personification of pride. He is used to it, he does all this work with little effort. Often Simeon stopped by with homemade food and tea, it just annoyed Lucifer. Does Simeon really think he's miserable? Or does the angel think he needs help? It's not like Lucifer is doomed to a life of eternal work. He manages his scedule very well

It was 5:30am when all the paperwork of the day was finished. By now, Beel is probably waking up for his early breakfast and morning run. Satan's alarm should go off by now. The rest of his brothers will sleep longer. Lucifer knows every little detail about his family, he remembers because he loves them so much. His brothers might describe him as cold, but he thinks he's rather affectionate. Anyways, it's probably too late to sleep now, no problem. Lucifer got up from his creaking chair and opened a bottle of fine demonus for himself. The glass clacked as he put the bottle to it, pouring the drink into it. Eventually, as he was sipping demonus, Lucifer realised he never truly showed love to his brothers to their faces. Only through the tiniest of acts they wouldn't notice. Did he ever thank Simeon for checking on him during those long days? Well, that's enough demonus for now.

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The day had gone by, it was just your average day: brothers fighting at breakfast, rad, and work. Lucifer sat at his desk signing paperwork again until he got a text. It was from you.

'where are you? I'm at ristorante six'

Oh no. Lucifer quickly flipped open his agenda. To his horror he realised he had a date planned with you. He was supposed to be at ristorante six, an hour ago. This isn't the first time he forgot date night either, he has to get to the restaurant as soon as possible. He can't stand you up again. He can just pull another all-nighter to finish work.

Dinner was awkward though, Lucifer was clearly acting off. The average outsider wouldn't be able to tell, since this man is so good at masking his emotions. He's not like this usually. You gripped your fork tighter before speaking. 'Is everything okay?' Lucifer's crimson gaze met yours for a brief moment. 'Yes, are you enjoying your food?' Of course he wouldn't admit what was wrong. You decided to drop the topic for now.

Back home, Lucifer immediately locked himself in his office again. You knew better than to immediately go after him. He would send you away. Honestly at this point you don't know if you should try talking to him, maybe it would be wise not to. But your gut was telling you something else. You waited a while before gently knocking on the office door.

Truth is Lucifer realised something during dinner: he IS drowning in work. It's always been like this, even back in the celestial realm. He has no time to show proper affection to those he loves. Pride made him think all is well, pride poisoned him. It turned him cold. It was like every gram of warmth that was once inside of him slowly leaked out since his birth. His gaze immediately shot to the door when he heard the knock. 'Come in.'

He knew what you were going to ask the second he saw you. 'Mc, I am fine, you may leave now.' you played with the hem of your shirt. 'Really?' Lucifer dipped his pen in the ink a little more aggressively than usual and nodded. 'Mc, leave now. I have tons of work to do.' The truth is, Lucifer craves nothing more than your comfort and affection right now. He wants to tell you about the thing he realised so badly, but he can't. Not with a reputation to keep up. Not with Diavolo he basically handed his soul to after Michael.

You felt like you couldn't just leave, there has to be something. 'Can I at least stay in your office? I can't sleep.' Of course Lucifer didn't buy it, but he allowed you to stay regardless. After you've been awkwardly lounging in one of Lucifer's chairs, he invited you to sit on his lap. Immediately you noticed his grip on you was tighter than usual, but he kept focussing on work regardless. You know, even if he'll never be free, at least Lucifer has his family, friends and of course you to make him smile. Eventually you fell asleep in his embrace, Lucifer carried you to your room, kissed your forehead goodnight and went back to work.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #gn!mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me angst #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #tw alcohol #tw drinking #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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18+, dark content, minors DNI! | Obsessed!Remus for the soul♡

a/n: hi, my name is Omel and you're watching disney channel *draws a cock with a wand*

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Fool of you to assume it was over.

It started simply: With that disquieting feeling of being watched. Something— no, someone was skulking around every corner, every window, behind every door. Eyes glued to your back, scrutinizing every movement, every step, every word.

Things escalated; weeks later, little notes could be found in between your notebooks, inside your bag, and even one time on your desk, at potions class. Every letter was the same, same bold, black ink, no sender, and the same scent that was engraved on your brain by memory.

Chocolate and cinnamon.

“What’s wrong?” Your new boyfriend asked you, holding your hand. The note on your hand was different from the others, placed in between your Transfiguration textbook; It felt almost threatening,

«I would rather experience this love even if it wasn't meant to be, than to not experience your sweet loving at all.»

“Nothing, just an old draft of an essay.” You replied, tucking the piece of paper with the rest of the letters, inside your bag, giving him a reassuring smile.

During one of your night patrols, you felt it again.

Eyes all over you, roaming your body. Someone. Someone you knew, someone you loved. Wand in hand, the weak beam of light flickered as if it sensed your sudden fear. Quickening your pace, you breathed through your nose, determined to not let panic get a hold of you. Heart pounding wildly inside your chest, crushing your eardrums, you heard the steps behind you matching your tempo.

“Lumos Maxi—” Your words were abruptly cut off by a scarred hand clasped to your mouth. The same scent of the letter flooded your nostrils. Chocolate, cinnamon and the proximity of the figure allowed you to breath in the subtle fragance of sandalwood.

Which happened to be Remus’s favourite incense.

The frightened whine was muffled by his large hand and his tall frame caged your body against the cold, stone wall, this side of the castle was barely patrolled, you knew that, and he did too. Tears, hot and heavy rolled down your cheeks, staining his sleeve.

“Shhh–” He spoke softly, his nose brushing with yours. “Sorry to scare you, love. I know how easily startled you can be.”

His hand move away from your mouth. “What do you want from me?” You sobbed, scared. “Remus, p–please.” Cupping your face, you flinched at the touch, not letting him brush the tears off, not letting him take care of you.

“Don’t cry, love.” He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours. “Did you receive my letter?”

“Just leave me alone, please.” The desperate cry only seemed to diminish his patience. “It’s been almost a year, just let me go—.”

“Poor baby.” Remus cooed at you, with fake empathy. “Did you really think I’ll let you go that easily?”

He knew, Remus knew exactly what cards to play, to have you putty in his hands. You were weak, you were always a giver, a naive little girl. You tried to push him away, only fueling his anger, his obsession.

Fighting back was useless, and you learned it the bad way. When his scarred hand returned to your mouth, this time from behind, while the other was too busy gripping your hips hard enough to draw bruises on your delicate skin, the tears found their way to the floor, in a place between your feet. Hopeless, stupid, trapped.

"I'm sure your new boyfriend can't fuck you as I can," Remus growled in your ear, his cock buried inside you, hitting all the right spots, just like only he knew. "I'm sure he can't even make you cum."

His madness was suffocating, just like his love used to be. He kept pounding, harder, deeper. Your toes curling in the insides of your mary janes, your hips miserably buckling back, unconsciously begging for more, the slick running down your thighs betraying your thoughts. You hated every second of it, but your body seemed to love it.

Your velvety, warm walls clenched around his hard cock, earning you a breathless chuckle. "Pathetic. Look at you, at least I know this pretty cunt still loves me." Remus continued fucking you, using you, knowing that deep down, this is how you adored it.

It became too much, too painful, your abused cunt gushing around him, overworked. "Fucking milk me dry, you cheating slut." Remus whispered in your ear, before descending into a spiral of madness at the delicious sensation of his hot, sticky cum filling your insides, just like he used to do.

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Brought you by: Remus's favorite tea

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