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anonymous asked:

Hello hello ! Itself Detective Anon 😋 I'm sure you already get this character but hey ! How about Akashi ? If you have too much request for this little red head just delete this ask ! 😚 kiss kiss sweetheart ❤

Detective Anon!! I hope you’re doing well! And yes, I had the feeling there will be a lot of Akashi too! The huge amount of requests for him is exactly why I’m writing for him first lol it’s like cleaning up my askbox because of the amount of asks… Anyway I hope nobody minds me combining requests!

Anonymous said: Dang. Every time I send in an ask it’s too late… hopefully this one makes it. I would like an Akashi Seijuro please. Btw, I love your stories. It always makes me feel better when I’m in a crappy mood. Thanks! 

Thank you, anon! I’m so happy to hear that! 

Anonymous said: Akashi ? If it doesn’t bother you, of course

Anonymous said: akashi !!!!!!!!

@dazaimus​ said: Akashi for the character name please? :D

Anonymous said: Akashi


You’re not sure what brought this on, but it might have something to do with how you and Akashi spend too much time working in front of your respective computers lately. Gluing your eyes on the screen for hours on end does nothing to ease your nerves despite having the work done. Akashi seems like he’s a bit pent up with it, hence the situation you’re in right now. 

Sitting shotgun in his convertible Aston Martin is you, dressed casually in loose-fitting clothes, and behind the wheel is Akashi, looking as stunning as ever even when he’s only wearing a simple dress shirt and pants. One of your favorite chill tracks is playing softly, filling in the already comfortable silence between the two of you. It’s a clear spring midnight, and the wind is pleasantly cool against your skin. He’s driving fifty miles per hour despite the empty roads, not necessarily in haste (the two of you are going nowhere), but fast enough to enjoy the breeze blowing his hair. 

A quick glance is all you planned for, but he looks very attractive under the moonlight with the wind in his brilliant red hair that you can’t help but stare for a few more seconds. One second later, he looks over to you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as if telling you that you should be more subtle in your staring. Akashi doesn’t shift his eyes back on the road before taking a long, good look at you.

Only one or two other cars are occupying the road, and you briefly wonder what are they doing, being out so late. Then you think of where you’re going, and finding no answer, you decide to ask Akashi.

“Sei?”

He hums in response.

“Where are we going?”

“A good place to unwind,” he answers vaguely, but a moment later realizes how incredibly abstract his reply sounds. “We’re going stargazing,” he clarifies.

In that second where he turns to look at you, he sees your eyes light up in excitement and instantaneously feels as if he should be gazing into your eyes instead—they seem to shine brighter than whatever the night sky has to offer to him.

“You’re the best,” you whisper, holding the hand that is situated on the gearshift. Akashi feels his heart do a slight jump at the contact, and it reminds him of his younger days with you. He’s amazed by the amount of power you hold over him, although you might not know— you not only make him feel like that Rakuzan schoolboy he was ten years ago, but also like an entirely new man.

“I love you.” There it is, the words he’ll never tire of hearing. His lips tug slightly upwards, gracing his face with a handsome smirk that also simultaneously looks like a kind smile somehow. You feel blood rush to your cheeks. 

“Love you too, sweetheart.”


Send me one character name and I’ll do what I want with it

Title: Frostbite { CH2 }

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

Summary: All is fair in love and war.
But whoever falls first will deal the greater damage from the other. It’s
always better to be safe than sorry.
Part 1.

Disclaimer: this is part 2 of Frostbite! this story is an AU and is entirely different from Jumin’s route. Jumin Han is not owned by me and is rightfully owned by cheritz. enjoy reading!

update mentions:
@osymbolico ;; 

I used to rule the world,
Seas would rise when I gave the word.
Now in the morning I sleep alone,
Sweep the streets I used to own..

Spotlights and camera flashes were all over you when you entered Park Hyatt Seoul’s grand architectural lobby with the paparazzi following you around like hungry wolves. Of course, being the way that you are, you loved the spotlight yourself, you turned around and flaunted your half-million dollar worth Designer Armani Collezioni low V-neck Diamond Sequined Chiffon Champagne Cocktail Dress. It is expensive so, of course, the name is that long. It fitted the worth of the carefully made designer gown.
You made sure you looked like you’re going to own the night.

You flashed the media a high wattage smile as your least favorite reporter cornered you and started asking annoying questions.

“(Y/N)! You look fab! How was Italy? The industry is in an uproar since you came back! Also, you go long way back with Chairman Han’s eldest son, right? Is he single?? Do you now permit him to date anyone?” The female news anchor laughed in a high pitched tone. “Oh gosh! The Han siblings are so gorgeous! No wonder where they got their genes!”
Fake B. And who cares about knowing where they got their genes?
But you can play along.

And what the hell? That dude is probably dating his cat.

“Oh, my~ Long time no see! Well, of course, you can certainly see the Italy effect on me, yes?” You graced them with a soft grin, showing your perfect whites. “I believe all those years that involved myself studying abroad, culturing my skills and falling in love with Italy itself was truly beneficial for my beauty.”

You two laughed like troubled teenagers who’re fighting for the Queen B spot.
If she’s fake, you can fake it better.
After all, these greedy minions only want a scoop to tell the world. You’re not going to give them the liberty of prying your life.

“I can see the change! Your skin is certainly glowing,” She gushed, scanning you from head to foot. Your braided floral crown hairstyle bobbed against your movements, your gold accent hair accessories shining every time the lights flashed through it. Your smile grew wider when she perfectly pointed out how gorgeous you’ve been despite the years that passed that you weren’t inside the country.

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