i hate japanese ok why you have to do this to me

white person: i hate people of color lol

poc: that’s literally racist-

white person: hey can you please delete this post? i was having a panic attack and that’s why i called you racial slurs behind your back for three months on skype. also how do i even know youre a real P.OC. person when you’ve never posted a selfie? jfc you racefakers are vile… and honestly this post seems really… ableist to me?? like just say you hate people with bpd lmaooo 

#tw ableism #tw poc #why is this bitch calling me racist when all my ids are japanese

VLIVE - JHOPECHAT ROOM

↳ first appearance (in the chat)
↳ is this how you do it?? is this right?
↳ wow the emoticons are awesome
↳ why do you hate going to school!!! new semestar new start!! everyone cheer up
↳ I’m eating so well so there is a problem
↳ ye~~hello!! i’m hobi (english)
↳ I love you too (Japanese)
↳ now I’m in the middle of brushing my teeth !! chikachika

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2016: The Return To Anime

I used to watch a lot of anime before, but when I moved away from my friends whom were fellow fans of Japanese animation, I became really bad at taking any initiative to sit down and watch anything new. So my New Years resolution was to simply watch more anime during 2016 (for inspiration and entertainment)! ;D And in order to prove to said friends that I am indeed keeping my promise, as well as to take the opportunity to recommend good shows to others, I will be sharing my progress list and general opinions.

OBS: Some of these shows are not appropriate for an younger audience!! Before viewing, please check out  the recommended age restrictions, genre and potential trigger warnings!  

END OF YEAR UPDATE: 25 shows in total! Not bad at all considering that I maybe watched 2-3 shows the year before. But I still have a lot of series that I want to see, so don´t be surprised if I make a new post for 2017. ;) 

My personal top 3? I would say Death Parade, Re:Zero and Madoka Magica. 


ANIME COMPLETED:

Mushishi (S1) - Not a single cliffhanger in the whole show, so it makes for  perfect bedtime stories for teens/adults. The english dub was really good and the landscape art is 10/10.


Kino No Tabi/Kino´s Journey (S1) - Do not let the simple and cute style fool you! This show contains murder, cannibalism, suicide and war!! And it asks the hard questions in life!! RUN if you do not want to contemplate the meaning of existence!!


One Punch Man (S1+3OVA) - OK, now I know why this is in 4th place on IMDB´s “Best TV-series” list. The animation is some of the best I have ever seen in an action anime! It is simply stunning to look at and it is fun ride all the way to the out of this world (literally) finale. 


Sakurako-san No Ashimoto Ni Wa Shitai Ga Umatteiru/Beautiful Bones: Sakurako’s Investigation (S1) - Pretty much like an anime version of the TV-show Bones. I love mysteries where you have to follow clues in order to solve a murder so a second season is strongly desired.


Owari No Seraph/Seraph Of The End (S1+S2+10OVA) - Pretty predictable, but the the bloody fight scenes are fabulous. Needs even more angst thou (…she said even though a bunch of children are butchered in the very first episode….). >:3 


Death Parade (S1) - And there is all the angst!!! Do not watch if you do not like pain in your soul!! Heart cannot be repaired!! AHRUM!! Excuse me. The show is really well written and the artists really knew how to create the perfect atmosphere to tell this dark story.  


Free! (S1+S2+4OVA) - It feels like everyone and their grandmother has seen this show, so of course I fell on the bandwagon. For the first 11 episodes thou I was very neutral to it… But goddammit the first season finale had me sheering, squealing and tearing up!! (Let Rin be happy!!) Sadly only the S2 OVA had me laughing; apart from that episode, the humor was not at all up my alley.


Zankyou No Terror/Terror In Resonance (S1) - I really like the style and the smooth animation in this one. And DANG, THAT ENDING! If you like thrillers that are completely based on reality and science (like Beautiful Bones) then this could be perfect for you.


Wolf’s Rain (S1+4OVA) - I remember trying to watch this when I was like 15, but I never got past episode 3 for some reason. Which is a real shame because I think that I would really, really liked it then. Perfectly angsty and tragic for little wannabe-emo-teen-me. Do you like dark fantasies with pretty people/wolves? Then do not miss out on this one! 


Mahon Shoujo Madoka Magica/Puella Magi Madoka Magica (S1+1 movie) - Oh shit. Oh holy shit. I would never have guessed that this show, this thing that looks so darn innocent and cute in design and summary, would have me in so much emotional turmoil (very much like Steven Universe in that way). But seriously; amoungst all of the animes on this list, this is in my opinion the one with the most captivating story-line, plot development and characters (I simply had to watch all 12 episodes in one sitting). Some people hate the ending, but I think it worked really well (even though all the tears could have clouded my judgement). And if you liked the show, then you MUST watch the movie Rebellion! Also: One of the the best English dubs I have ever heard in my life!! UPDATE: I have now seen everything twice… I cry every times I see Homura on screen. (O_Q)


Kuragehime/Princess Jellyfish (S1) - I watched this before when it first came out but I had a hard time remembering anything from it apart from the characters. Glad I gave it a re-watch because it´s super cute and silly; perfect for when you just want to give your feels a break from all the angst and suffering other shows come with (*stares at the one above*). I also highly recommend the live-action movie based on this! :D 


Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi/Erased (S1) - This show is both intriguing and stunning! I love how modern animation uses lightning and this show is a good example of that (same goes for Death Parade). Downside: Stress, stress and even more stress!! Please, just let the small children live!!! My heart cannot take this torture!! D,,X But the stress aside, it was all worth it at the end. 


Jigoku Shojo/Hell Girl (S1) - My Golb, the young girls in this look exactly like the characters I would draw at 14-16. X,D The animation is just okay, and it takes a long time before we learn anything worthwhile about the main characters. But what made me watch a whole season (26 ep) was because of the interesting stories in each episode. It was fascinating to see how little/much it was required for people to give up their souls for eternal damnation in return for the death of a person they hated. 


Steins;Gate (S1+1OVA) - It took me a while to get into the story, but by the half way point, when shit got really intense, I was waaay hooked. I usually do not like stories that involve time-traveling because it makes my head hurt, but this (Like Madoka Magica) was really well written. I have very little to fault the show on ((apart from how the harassment of a trans girl is used for comedy in at least 2 episodes…)) and would recommend!


Love Live! School Idol Project (S1+S2+1 movie) - Decided to watch something really cute with sis again and this is what we ended up with. And oh darn it, it is cute alright! Everything is so sugary sweet and lovely, and good music too that you will hum on for weeks. Apart form the occasional funky looking CGI (which actually looks really good in the movie), the animation is top notch. A simple story about a bunch of girls and their lives and friendships when guys are not in the picture.


Makura No Danshi/Pillow Boys (S1) - Finally met up with my anime loving friends and this was one of the things we saw. The episodes in this are very short, all of which are about different types of guys talking to YOU before you go to sleep. It´s… different to say the least. Who was my favourites? Hmmm… I guess the guy from Ep 2, since I recall him the clearest. He also felt like someone who had known me for a while and I appreciated that. WARNING: Ep 10 did give me some extreme rapist vibes! BAD TOUCH!! (O_O)


Koutetsujou No Kabaneri/Kabaneri Of The Iron Fortress (S1) - If you like bloody action of high quality with humans fighting against superhuman enemies then this is most surely something for you. Many parallels can be pulled to Attack on Titian, but I would never call this a rip-off. All the animation is in the A+ class and there is this wonderful colouring/lighting effect they sometimes use for close ups which makes the characters look absolutely stunning. The level of details on the character designs also stuck out to me (A+ there too).


Shokugeki no Soma / Food Wars: Shokugeki no Soma (S1+S2+1OVA) - Also known as food porn. I had never heard of this until Dan and Phil mentioned it in a video and when I understood that it was about food I had to check it out. I love shows/stories that are centered around cooking (Hell´s Kitchen, Master Chef, Kitchen Princess, etc) so I really got hooked on this. Not only is the food animated beautifully, but you learn a lot at the same time. And the absurd (dirty) humor is so redicoulus that I cannot help but laugh.


Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu / Re:ZERO - Starting Life in Another World (S1) - When I first saw posters for this show they never caught my interest. It looked so much like the generic fantasy harem anime that I just ignored it. But then a friend forced me to actually see it and BOY was I wrong. Let me put it this way: Imagine Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni but with a higher budget and set in a fantasy land. So if you enjoy blood, gore and mind games, check this baby out!


Ghost Hunt (S1) - I know that I had seen this anime when it was new, but apparently I never saw the final episodes of the season since I had no idea what was going to happen. But glad that I saw this again! Not the scariest or goriest show out there, but it is fun and entertaining. My favorite part is how all the characters get along even though they have different beliefs and ways of dealing with the unknown. 


Psycho-Pass (S1 + S2 + 1 movie) - Everybody were recommending this show to me and I understand why. There is detective work, blood/gore, and some kick-ass action; just right for me. However, I am not into all the tech porn (you know - when the put so much time and focus on weapons and other technology when they open up, charge, fire, etc. Not my thing!), but it was still a good anime. The only downside was that I felt very little when characters died, which was strange since I usually get attached very easily and morn fictional characters on a regular basis.  


Mayoiga / The Lost Village (S1) - Oh maaan. I was expecting something along the lines of Battle Royale, but this was nothing but a big disappointment. There was so much potential in the first episodes for this to become the next Another or Corpse Party, but nooo. Lack of death aside, I guess it had it´s creepy moments, but the finale was not worth the wait in my opinion. I was actually so upset by the final twist that I sat down and basically created an alternative version of the story. Same basic structure, characters, feel and pitch, but with a more classic psychological horror plot. I would also have put the focus on other characters over the two basic cardboard cutouts (I vote for Valkana and Nanko!).


Corpse Party: Tortured Souls - Bougyakusareta Tamashii No Jukyou (5OVA) - I had seen this before when it first came out, but since I am still in a Halloween mood I decided to give it a re-watch. Totally one of those shows that I cannot look away from (not only because I need the subs, but you know what I mean). Spooky details all over the place blended with intestines and body horror. I may not be a big fan of the Elfen Lied-wannabe character designs, but I would totally watch it a third time when I once again forget the ending. I was so shocked that all I could do was to stare at the screen while the credits passed by. 


Mira Nikki / The Future Diary (S1) - That moment you like the premise and concept of a show, but dislike the main characters. Damn that moment. It could be that the English dub makes the protagonists seem more douchey than what they actually are in the oringal Japanese version, or it´s just that they are both written poorly (IMO). But I like the background characters and there is some genuine tension throughout the show, so I watched it all.


Yuri!!! On ICE (S1) - I had been looking forward to this since the first trailer, so it was really really hard for me to wait until all episodes had aired before I had a marathon. But gah! It was worth it! There are no cliffhangers no, but the show just makes you feel so warm and fluffy that you want to see more right away. It is a sports anime, but the characters and relationships are so well developed that I would say to give it a chance even if sports isn’t for you. You will still fall in love with everybody and you just want them all to win gold and be happy!!

PS: Oh dear brother of mine, if you are reading this, be prepared for an anime night next time we meet. You and Jorge will love this! ;D


BONUS:

Kimi No Na Wa / Your Name (movie) - Hands down one of the best MOVIES I have seen this year. Well made, a story that pulls you in, heart-wrenching and beautiful music. This is totally up there amongst Wolf Children and The Girl Who Leapt Through Time and I will definitely be showing this to all my friends, no matter if they are into anime or not. 

NCT As Boyfriends

Anon requested:  Hi I hope this isn’t too much to ask for but can you guys do nct as your boyfriend? Thank you!

Genre: Fluff & SMut

Author: admin Karma

A/N: Hey, i’m sorry you had to wait so long
These are all members besided the minors and Lucas & Jungwoo since I don’t know much about them yet……… Also since it’s 10 members this is a long one….

Reminder! This is completely how I see them as boyfriends and it’s probably very inaccurate as I am not that good at reading people but i’ll do my best!! (this is for all genders) and since this is a smut acc, I will add some 16+ content to it ;)

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Catchprases masterlist

These catchphrases for ACNL villagers were collected on tumblr, contributors can be found at the bottom of this post. Remember not to capitalise catchphrases or add punctuation marks as the game takes care of this, according to wherever the catchphrase will show up in a sentence. However, do capitalise greetings and use punctuations marks in greetings unless you don’t want any.


Catchphrases for any villager

kweh / kupo / booper / ya know / your majesty / I guess / in America / in bed / ba-bang / nifty / cool beans / hella / pumbloom / *pees* / marmalade / darling / dear / sweetie / sweetheart / honey / love / imagineer / human / robot / friend / jeaaaahhhh / I’m lying / yes? No? / okey dokey / OK / I say / you see / you know / sugarcube / YOLO / TL;DR / orz / *censored* / in-game / …help me / [hiccup] / mean it / not again / why me / shut up / stop that / hmm… / yeah / ugh / you’ll see / dear / partner / bonjour / so funny / so sad / hon hon / no worries / gotcha / you cutie / go away / come here / mind you / same / so what / me, too / my child / golly / stay safe / take care / sniff


Catchphrases for normal villagers

dear / dearie / puddin’ / pumpkin / sweetie / mhm / mittens / sweet tart / honey / darling / heh / tea time / nutmeg / yippy / verily / books / hun / baby / :3 / kiwi / mango / plum / papaya / love / sweetums / love dove / balmy / doodles / breezy / ahaha / cupcake / hehe / nyah / if I may / lovely / my friend / my love / o-okay / flower / oh my / sweetheart / buddy / precious


Catchphrases for peppy villagers

yeah / girl / goof / sunshine / weirdo / for sure / lmao / like, yeah / omg / LOL / girl power / shiny / totally / totes / like OMG / y'know / yay / notice me / :3 / pudding / jeepers / doll / bonbon / zippy / sunny / rosy / hoorah / boosh / cutie pie / yayzies / boop / yo / hooray / my fan / aha / twinkle / sparkle / ta-da / teehee / bestie / [sings] / and like / much wow / wow / aww snap / superduper / sugar / silly / like / hm? / sugarbear


Catchphrases for snooty villagers

wow / peasant / dear / floozy / wild one / posh / darling / hrmp / oh dear / babe / um / hipster / fancy / fancypants / mrrrow / dawling / kisskiss / darling / dearie / sweetie / hey bby / #tweet / #selfie / my pet / dahling / belle / capiche / la-di-da / cheeky / swanky / uppity / ugh / right / honey / fancy / you wish / my pet / quite so / whatever / sweetheart / mon dieu / hmph / ridiculous


Catchphrases for uchi villagers

lil sis / son / pumpkin / sweetie / dude / lovely / sister / friend / aw yeah / maaan / sugar / little sis / mm hm / girls / sis / bro / awesome / dude / hey bby / hun / yeah yeah / yeah right / whatever / junior / dainty / precious / foxy / nifty / nimble / friend / sugar pie / kid / cutie / gotcha / am I right / cuz / dudette / sweetie / twerp / uhh… yea / 10/10 / neh


Catchphrases for cranky villagers

ugh / punk / darn it / lass / sprout / child / ugh… / you kids / urgh / sweet / dagnabbit / durnit / you child / tch / kiddo / who am I? / ech / Billy / ya jerk / get lost / snappish / maroon / huff / tart / crabby / surly / seriously / grumps / kiddo / youngster / boss / NOT / …I guess / MWAHAHAHA / suck it / or else / human / nyeh / hmph / [sigh] / munchkin / buddy / whatever / shut up / my head / sigh / I hate it / you baby


Catchphrases for jock villagers

booya! / dork / goof / speedy / hiyah / woah / crunch / hup-to / coach / teammate / mate / bud / guy / bam / 10k / carbs / champion / frat boy / you’re it / let’s race / T-DOWN / GOAL / football / sportsball / notice me / d00d / dude / brah / bruh / bro / dude man / player / rookie / pro / champ / tiger / lifting / exercise / energize / homie / get wreckt / ten-hut / ba-BOOM / *fistbump* / nerd / yo / rock on / yahoo / c'mon bro / up top / level 100 / brawler / *sweats* / carry me / snot


Catchphrases for lazy villagers

yessir / yawn / snooze / snore / munchie / drowsy / pip / snuffle / hmmm / mhmm / …yawn / I guess / *rumble* / FOOOD / peach / apple pie / tart / yum / yaaawn / biscotti / biscuit / cake time / snack time / let’s eat / milk bone / I’m hungry / *burrrp* / narf / word / mkay / mmm… / …zzz… / drowsy / toddle / truffle / dreamy / or whatnot / cookies / I’m sleepy / hrm? / mm'kaay / sluuuurp / duuuude / never mind / yo / snug / ehh jk / feed me / snoozer


Catchphrases for smug villagers

lol no / zoink / honey / babe / darling / m'lady / mistress / my liege / princess / my queen / my king / friend / dear / haha / fabulous / I say / sure / howla / chicky / hottie / woah dude / call me / notice me / #selfie / hey bby / m'dear / yessir / wise-guy / righteous / alright / cutie / heh heh / romantic / huehuehue / what, what / indeed / guvnor / says I / bien / eheh / my friend / believe it / told ya so / bonjour / starlight / love hurts


Animal themed catchphrases & greetings

Bears: cubby, roar
Birds: chicky, cluck yeah
Cats: me-wow, purr purr
Chickens : chicky, cluck yeah, cluckin’ a
Cows: partner
Cubs: roar
Dogs: growl, woof, bark
Ducks: quackers, duckyeah, quackowsky
Frogs: (greetings: Frogget about it.)
Goats: baah
Hamsters: squeak, squicky
Kangaroos: mate, matey, crikey, blimey, g'day
Koalas: mate, matey, crikey, blimey, g'day, eucalypbro
Mice: squeak, squicky, gouda, cheesy (greetings: Gouda see you!)
Octopi: inkling
Penguins: ice cold, sugar cube
Rabbits: thumps, flop (greetings: What’s up, doc?)
Squirrels: squeak, squicky
Tigers: growler
Wolves: growler

Greetings with fitting catchphrases

Get off my lawn & ugh (for cranky villagers)
Don’t talk to me & goodbye
Good to see you / I was worried!  & I hate it!
Howdy & partner
Got any food? & I’m hungry
Zappity Zap Zap & pachirisu (for Static)
Judge & witness
Honey & sting
Hey there & sugarbear
Sweet meet & sugar cube
Don’t hurt me! & ouch


THEMES

Dessert/sweets theme
Catchphrases: snickerdoo / chocochip / jellyjam / meowringue (cat) / mooringue (cow) / creamsicle / lebkuchen (wolf; they always struck me as German-ish!) / sconesie / cinnaroll / honeybun / frostings / cuppycake / maraschino
Greetings: Snickerdoodleoo (chicken) / Chocochipper / Sugar'n spice

Alcoholic beverage theme
Catchphrases: mojito / cider / bubbly / bourbonne (specifically I have this for my snooty cat Monique as she seems French to me) / icewine (penguin) / amaretto (squirrel) / duckquiri (duck) / fruitini / baileys / sangria / sherry / kahlua
Greetings: Prost (wolf) / bottoms up / cheers



CONTRIBUTORS – thank you all so much!

katieshmatie, ar-te-mi-s, subliminal-asshole, bluesodacrossing, mayor-merlot, oaktincans, delilah-crossing, lasershield, kakkuja, faylian, kastrokingdoms, smokeyapaloosa, thestaticstalker, alwaysactually, mayorakito, jerseydevilapologist, mayor-brandy, mayorette, possibly-devon, pkmn-trainer-olive, ferotton, amibrazen, ifsbuttsandmeco, peppy-villager​, skye-crossing, pinkpeonii, aisemicr, mayor-jenn, crossingsnivy, elegant-mushroom, dordt-animal-crossing, shoujokay, miss-mismagius, webcomixwastaken… and several anons, thank you too!
Also thanks to rabbityfur who helped clean up the catchphrases.

I took the liberty not to include offensive catchphrases (explicitly sexual ones, ableism, (sexist) slurs, Japanese ones and AAVE). You are of course free to use the latter two if you’re Japanese/black but I didn’t want to support cultural appropriation with this list.

Speak my love for you

Ok so @whalechief, I’m your secret valentine. I did shklance for you, so I hope you enjoy. Oh quick thing, ‘hai dozo’, basically mean ‘here you go’ in Japanese. The italicized word in normal quotation marks are being spoken in Japanese but while I have studied it, I’m not really fluent in Japanese except for the basics. So again, happy Valentine’s Day and I hope you enjoy.

Lance blinked sleepily at the semi crowded room. He was tired, college classes were getting to him.

“You doing ok?” he looked over to where Hunk was cleaning the expresso machine.

Lance nodded, “I’m just tired from all the work I have to do. I still need to get my astronomy and Japanese class grades up.”

“Are you still eavesdropping on the really good looking couple?”

“The one with the both equally strong looking guys who look good enough to eat? The same ones I’m really hoping I heard were poly, yes Hunk, yes I am.” The couple on his mind were good looking and from the very interaction, quiet nice. They were going out, if the kiss the shorter one gave his boyfriend the first time they came into the shop was anything to go by, but when they sat together, they’d speak Japanese to each other. Lance, learning Japanese, would eavesdrop on their conversations just to test his listening skills. He had been sure they had been talking about another guy they had tried dating. Either that or his wishes were messing up with his hearing, which would be bad. But honestly, he really wanted a chance with them, if he could ever ask them out.

“They’re gonna catch you one day.” Hunk warned.

“I’ll deal with that then.” Lance let out a yawn behind his hand, rubbing his eyes. He was really tired, and his brain did feel kinda frazzled.

He didn’t notice that the two guys he had been hoping to see walk into the shop but he did notice the very angry customer stomp over, slamming his half-filled cup on the counter, making him jolt.

“You!”

“Um, yes?”

“I had asked for a soy decafe latte.”

“Um, ok?” Lance was pretty sure that’s what the guy had in front of him, not to mention that it was half drunk. “Uh, sir. This is a soy decafe and it’s half drunken.”

“Are you calling me a liar? I have superior taste buds and this is not what I ordered.”

Where the hell was Hunk? When did he disappear? And did the guy have to yell? Lance was sure that he had called out the correct order when the guy came to pick it up. He never corrected him. He couldn’t deal with this guy coming up and yelling at him with no support.

“Hey asshole! Instead of lying, why not just leave cause you’re causing an unnecessary scene.”

That when he noticed them, the two guys he had been crushing on. The smaller one had his long hair tied into a ponytail, his purple eyes glaring at rude man in front of him. His boyfriend looked just as annoyed, but not as angrily powerful. He was sure that was not an easy feet to achieve.

“Excuse me?”

“They tell you you’re drink when your name is called. That cup is half empty and there are stains on the cup from drinking. You can’t honestly think you can get a free drink out of this. That order is correct and now you’re bothering the workers for no reason. So get lost or I’ll be more than willing to do it for you.”

The man looked like he was ready to argue more but taller boyfriend stepped forward. The guy was tall and really muscular. Lance was sure that the scar on his nose made him seem more terrifying, though Lance just thought it added to his hotness. Sure enough, the man took his cup and stormed out. Lance finally felt like he could breathe.

“Hey, are you ok?” he looked up to see the taller man. His mind finally put a name to the face, Shiro. He had gotten his name from him whenever writing down names, he was surprised he forgot. Maybe his mind was a bit more frazzled than he thought.

“Uh, yeah. Um, thank you.”

“You looked overwhelmed. I’m glad we were able to help a bit.” Shiro said. His boyfriend, Keith –what was with his head supplying the names so late? – didn’t look as mad before, but still looked slightly annoyed.

“I really hate it when assholes think they can just get away with stuff like that.” Keith said.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shiro asked

Lance nodded, “I’m fine. Thanks.”

Hunk came out from the kitchen, “I heard yelling. What happened?”

“Just a rude customer. I got it, don’t worry.” Lance said, calming Hunk down before he turned back to the other two. “What can I get for you? On the house for helping me.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary.” Shiro said

“Please, it’s the least I can do. Plus I barely use the free employee discount I’m given anyway.”

“Are you sure?” at Lance nod, Shiro continued, “Ok, but I’m still getting my regular. Passion fruit frappe, for Shiro.”

“Peppermint latte for Keith.”

“Ok, passion fruit frappe for Shiro and peppermint latte for Keith. Alright, I’ll bring it over when it’s done.” The two went to their regular table, while Hunk pulled Lance away a bit.

“I was gone for two minutes to help Coran, what happened? Was it that weird guy with the shifty eyes?”

“Basically this customer was being really rude and yelling and my mind was already frazzled so I kinda almost broke down if they hadn’t come and saved me.” Lance explained

“And of course you offered free coffee. Please tell me you’ll try and ask them out. Trust me, normal people would jump for free stuff. They didn’t until you insisted.”

Lance looked over his shoulder to where the table was. He saw Keith glance at him before continuing to talk to Shiro. “We’ll see. Can you help me with the drinks?” the machinery was a bit closer to their table, so Lance was able to hear the tones of Japanese come to his ears. Lance knew it seemed rude after they helped but him, but he slipped back into the habit of eavesdropping.

“You can get really protective can’t you?”

“He looked like he was about to cry. I didn’t want to see that on him. He always has a smile. One that makes his eyes shine.”

Wait, where they talking about him?

“They do shine don’t they? It looks like the ocean. He’s pretty cute, which is why we should you know…”

Tell him he wasn’t hearing things? Were they talking about him? And saying he was cute?

“Hunk,” he whispered, “I think they’re talking about me. They mentioned Keith saving me and my ‘shiny blue eyes’. I think they called me cute.”

“Why do you look so surprised?” Hunk asked as he started pouring Shiro’s finished drink into the cup. “You always call yourself cute and so do I.”

“There’s a difference between the two hottest guys I’ve been crushing on since I met them and my best bro, who I love deeply.”

“Glad I feel special.” Hunk joked, spraying whip cream on.

“Are we going to ask him out?” Shiro asked

Keith let out a sigh and it took everything not to turn around to see his face. “I do, I really do, but I’d rather wait until before we’re about to leave in case he’s not into us.”

“I’m sure that our favourite barista is.”

“Ok. Now I’m pretty sure it’s me they’re talking about.” So they were interested in him. Lance couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face.

“Wait, really? You didn’t mix words up?”

“I really hope not. Actually, I have an idea. Are you done with Shiro’s?”

“Yeah. But what are you planning?” Hunk asked, handing the cup over.

“Trust me, if I tell you, I might talk myself out of it, or you’ll try and I might let you.” Lance carried the two drinks over to the table. The two stopped talking when Lance approached.

Hai, dozo.” Lance said in Japanese, as he set the cups down. The two started responding in Japanese but stopped before looking right at him. “Just so you know, I’ve been studying Japanese for the past two years. I do feel bad for eavesdropping but I’m not upset about what I heard.”

The two stared at him before Keith hid his face in his hands, “of course you understood us. Why not add to my embarrassment?”

“If it makes you feel better, I had my fingers crossed that you were actually talking about me or this conversation would be really weird. But just so you don’t have to wait, I am interest in going out with you two. If that’s what you were getting at?”

“Yes, actually. We’ve wanted to ask you for a while, but we’ve actually gotten a bit shy. After seeing you today, we decided we were going to ask today, but it seems that you beat us to it.” Shiro explained, his face actually looking a bit red. Keith was still hiding his face. The guy might be willing to yell at strangers, but it was cute to see him so flustered. “So, where did you learn, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Oh, I’m minoring in Japanese at Voltron University.”

“Wait, you go to Voltron? How come we’ve never seen you?” Keith asked, immerging from his palms.

“Well I major in childhood education, so that might be why.”

“Let’s not forget we live off campus Keith. You barely want to be on campus as much as it is. In fact, did you want to come to our house for dinner of Friday? I think it’ll be a good excuse to avoid everyone and still be together, since it’s Valentine’s Day. I’m even willing to pull out Japanese recipes.”

“You can cook whatever you want. I’ll just bring a ton of chocolate.”

Keith swiped the sharpie attached to Lance apron and wrote a number down on a napkin before handing both items to Lance. “That’s my number. Text tonight so we can fill out the details?”

The same giddy smile made it back to Lance’s face as he took the items from Keith. “Sure. I’ll leave you to it.” He gave them both a smile before heading back behind the counter. Hunk was giving him a knowing look.

“Well that went really well.”

“I did not want to embarrass myself like that.” He heard Keith moan.

“He said yes, so let’s be thankful for that.”

Lance looked back at Hunk, “really well. Hey, do you think you can help me make a shit ton of chocolate before Valentine’s? I’ve got a lot of unhad dates to make up for.”

Underneath the Cherry Tree - Victor Nikiforov x Yuuri Katsuki

@crazylazydays requested:  AU idea - Victuuri puppy love. With them as cute kids, doing a version of their engagement.

“I hate him Yuuri! I hate him and his stupid lying face” Yuuko cried running up to Yuuri and embracing him in a tight tear filled hug.

“What’s wrong Yuuko? Why are you crying?” Yuuri asked, deeply concerned about his friend. Yuuko wiped her tear stained cheek on the shoulder of Yuuri’s sweater.

“Stupid Takeshi was holding hands with Megumi. We were going to get married recess but I don’t want to marry his stupid face anymore.  I hate him Yuuri!” She exclaimed sobbing against Yuuri, her poor innocent heartbroken over having to break off her ‘engagement’.

Yuuri didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help his friend, to make her feel better in some way but he had no idea how. In Yuuri’s young childlike innocence he offered the only thing he could think of.

“I’ll marry you instead!” Yuuri offered. Yuuko looked up at Yuuri with a renewed spark in her eyes.

“Really Yuuri?” She asked hopefully.

“Of course! You’re my bestest friend Yuuko. I’d do anything for you.” Yuuri swore innocently. Yuuko smiled brilliantly and squeezed Yuuri impossibly tighter to her.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She giggled, her past woes long forgotten. Yuuri smiled, happy that he could change his friend’s mood around.

Yuuko and Yuuri made plans to meet next to the playground’s swingset to get ‘married’ during recess. Yuuri looked forward to meeting Yuuko during recess but was unprepared to face the reality of spontaneous changes of the hearts of children.

When recess came Yuuri hurried excitedly out to the playground only to find that Yuuko and Takeshi had made up and their ‘wedding’ was back on. Yuuri’s poor little heart deflated at the rejection. Yuuko probably didn’t mean to hurt young Yuuri’s feelings but even still his feelings were hurt.

Without a word, Yuuri ran away from the happy couple and hid underneath the slide. His classmates played around him, oblivious to where he curled himself into a vulnerable ball. Yuuri silently cried into his knees.

“Are you hurt?” A young foreign voice asked. A silver haired boy about Yuuri’s age poked his head under the slide, giving Yuuri a deeply concerned look. Yuuri recognized the boy to be Victor Nikiforov, a recent foreign student that moved to Japan with his parents. Victor had been the subject of much curious ogling from the students, Yuuri included. A few of the girls had even asked between their fits of nervous giggling to braid his long exotic hair.

Yuuri didn’t blame their curiosity.

“I’m fine.” Yuuri insisted, wiping his watery eyes with his sleeve. When he looked back up, Victor was still there, looking at him with warm sympathetic eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Victor asked crawling under the slide to sit cross-legged beside Yuuri.

“Yuuko and I were supposed to get married at the swingset today but she got married to Takeshi instead.”

“Why would she do that?” Victor asked, not able to comprehend why anyone wouldn’t want to marry Yuuri. The two were in different classes so they’ve only ever exchanged a word or two but Victor always found himself admiring the Japanese boy from afar, always too nervous to work up the courage to ask him to play during recess. Yuuri always seemed so cool and out of his league.

Yuuri could only shrug in response.

“Well I’d marry you.” Victor admitted without thinking. Their equally surprised eyes connected and Yuuri’s face broke out in an infectious smile.

“Really?” Yuuri asked hopefully. Victor nodded and wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s shoulders in a tight embrace.

“Of course! You’re so cool Yuuri! I want to be your friend forever and ever!” Victor exclaimed.

“Yeah?” Yuuri giggled, pleased at his new friend’s excitable dedication. Victor grabbed Yuuri’s hands and pulled him to his feet and out from under the slide.

“Come on Yuuri! We can get married after school under the cherry tree across the street! It’ll be so perfect Yuuri! We can even make flower crowns out of the blooms and we can bring my dog! Do you have a dog Yuuri? Mine is the most adorable poodle -” Victor rambled on excitedly, practically skipping as he dragged Yuuri around the playground.

By the time recess ended Victor had their wedding planned down to the tiniest detail and Yuuri looked forward to every second of it. They went their separate ways to their respective classes but Yuuri’s mind was far elsewhere, more specifically underneath that blooming cherry tree across the street.

As soon as class was dismissed Yuuri hurried out to the school yard to search for Victor. His little heart sank in disappointment when he didn’t immediately spy Victor’s trademark flowing silver hair. His worries were quickly washed away when he heard Victor’s light foreign voice call out from behind Yuuri.

“Yuuri!” Victor called cheerfully with a wave. Yuuri waved back as Victor approached him and took Yuuri’s hand. With the assistance of the crossing guard Yuuri and Victor crossed the street and ran across the open field where their makeshift altar would be.

They sat below the tree as the pale pink petals floated around them. They chatted together while they wove crowns from the tree’s blooms - well Victor did most of the talking but Yuuri was more than happy to listen.

When Victor was finished weaving his crown, he reached up and placed it on Yuuri’s head with a proud smile. “Perfect!” He exclaimed. Yuuri finished his flower crown and set it on top of Victor’s head.

“Sorry mine isn’t as good as yours Vicchan.” Yuuri apologized sheepishly. Comparing the two crowns side by side, Victor’s was certainly more beautiful and well crafted than Yuuri’s but Victor didn’t mind. All that mattered was that his new friend made it.

“Nonsense! It’s wonderful!” Victor argued gingerly touching the woven flowers resting against his soft silver hair.

“Victor?” Yuuri asked sheepishly, looking up at Victor from under his lashes. Victor was struck by the scene before him. Yuuri wearing the flower crown Victor made, with rouge petals falling from the cherry tree and softly landing in his dark hair.

“Yes Yuuri?” Victor responded softly

“Do you really want to marry me?” He asked unsure of himself.

“Of course I do!” Victor reassured. “Can we get married now? My mom is going to pick me up soon.” Victor asked almost impatiently.

“Ok you go first.” Yuuri encouraged. Victor smiled and took Yuuri by the hands and started with his childlike version of wedding vows.

“I, Victor Nikiforov, promise to be your best friend forever and ever and make sure that you’re never sad ever again.” Victor promised firmly with unwavering seriousness. “Alright your turn.” Victor encouraged.

“I, Katsuki Yuuri, promise to be your friend and hold your hand and pet your dog and laugh at your silly jokes and never ever hurt your feelings.” Yuuri rattled on. Victor’s grin grew impossibly wider and he threw his arms around Yuuri’s neck in an excited hug.

“We’re married now Yuuri! We’re going to be together forever!” Victor proclaimed. A sleek car pulled up a few moments later and honked for the newlywed’s attention. “That’s my mom. Bye Yuuri! I’ll see you tomorrow, da?” Victor leaned over a gave Yuuri’s cheek a quick innocent peck before running off with a wave of his hand. Yuuri absently touched his cheek as he waved goodbye to his new husband.

20 Years Later

Yuuri,” Victor sang, sneaking up behind Yuuri and covering his eyes with his hands. Yuuri was immediately suspicious. He’s known Victor long enough to know when he’s up to something.

“Victor.” Yuuri said in his disapproving voice. Victor chuckled behind him and rested his chin on Yuuri’s shoulder, still blocking Yuuri’s vision.

“I brought you a present.” Victor whispered slowly kissing along Yuuri’s neck.

“Finally marrying you is present enough.” Yuuri retorted tenderly.

“Are you implying that time we got married as kids wasn’t real? Yuuri! You wound me.” Victor said dramatically. He could almost hear his fiance pouting.

“What did you get me? Or is this some rouse to get me to have a quickie with you before the ceremony starts?” Yuuri asked. Victor scoffed but didn’t deny it immediately.

“Sadly no.” Victor said before setting something on top of Yuuri’s head. “Here. Take a look for yourself.” Victor said, pulling his hands away from Yuuri’s eyes and turning his shoulders to the nearby mirror. On top of Yuuri’s head was an ornate crown made of freshly picked cherry blossoms. Yuuri started to tear up when he saw in the mirror that Victor wore a similar flower crown himself.

“Well what do you think, lyubov moya? I made them myself.” Victor said. Victor started to panic when he saw moisture brimming in Yuuri’s eyes. Yuuri sniffed and dabbed at the tears that decided to spill over on their own accord. But despite his tears Yuuri had the biggest brightest smile on his face.

“I still can’t believe you remember that.” Yuuri shook his head in disbelief.

“Of course I’d remember marrying the love of my life.” Victor said before resting his forehead against Yuuri’s. Victor let his eyes slip closed, taking a moment to revel in the feeling of Yuuri in his arms as they eagerly awaited the first day of the rest of their lives to begin.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” Yuuri wondered to himself.

“I ask myself the same thing every day.” Victor said.

Mari chose that moment to poke her head into the room, breaking the intimate moment the couple was sharing.

“It’s time.” She said.

Victor gave Yuuri’s arm a reassuring squeeze. After taking a calming breath, Yuuri hooked his arm through Victor’s. The couple shared a look full of excited nerves before stepping out and beginning their journey to the all too familiar blooming cherry tree, ready to finally seal their childish promises of dedication into reality.

TODOMOMO DRAMA CD TRANSLATION

Here is the translation to the drama cd link for “ENNICHI GA KITA” that @akeemi-life posted previously. Sorry it took me so long to post this. I’m going to make an additional post later on to explain my thoughts on it and etc. I really like this drama cd, honestly SO MUCH TODOMOMO FLUFF ITS CUTE. ENJOY!

  Link to original post with the recording


Shouto: Sister, I am Shouto, sorry for calling you during work, I have plans so I’m going to be late back home. You don’t have to cook for me. MM, I understand.

It’s more than plans, I ended up seeing a bulletin board during when I attended a club. That’s right, no doubt I do admire “this guy” (I think he means his father).

Yaoyorozu: Boku no Hero Academia Drama CD: ENNICHI FESTIVAL IS HERE!

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The Joker x Reader - “The Bucket List” part 2

Two months after breaking up with The Joker, you found out the bad news. You didn’t have a choice but to ask for his help and J didn’t even show up for the meeting. Of course he didn’t care, but now that he heard why you wanted to see him so badly, it might be too late for any amendments.

Part 1: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161143650396/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161645099431/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-3

8:30am - your home

You quietly get out of bed, groggy from the meds you have to take at 6am. The Joker is still sleeping and you try not to wake him up. After a few steps a wave of violent cough hits and you cover your mouth, rushing for the bathroom. You close the door behind you and keep coughing above the sink, a few drops of blood staining the white marble. You turn on the water to cover the sounds, hoping J won’t hear you.

After a few moments you calm down and wash your face, starting to brush your teeth.

“Pumpkin, are you OK?” he impatiently knocks on the door.

“Yes, I’m fine, go back to sleep please,” you muffle the words, finishing your morning routine.

J walks in and you run behind the bamboo panel, starting to take your PJ’s off, getting ready for a shower.

“Why do you always hide behind that?” The Joker crosses his arms on his chest, waiting for the reply. You are so self-conscious about your appearance you don’t really want him to see you naked anymore.

“Umm…I just think it’s better to…”

“Get out of there!” he commands, sucking on his teeth.

“I can’t…” you whisper, gulping.

“I wanna see you, stop hiding behind that thing all the time!”

You quickly wrap yourself in a towel and step away from the screen. The Joker rolls his eyes, leaning against the mahogany cabinet.  

“Drop the towel, Doll!”

You whimper, anxious to his demand:

“I don’t want to…Don’t make me!”

“Drop the damned towel, Princess!” he snaps and you slowly uncover your body, not remembering feeling so vulnerable in your entire life.

“This is humiliating,” you stare at him while he grins, pleased you complied so fast.

“Like I’ve never seen you naked before,” he scoffs, analyzing the view.

“I look horrible!” you blur out, covering your breasts with one hand.

“Well,” he pretends to debate,” you’re scrawny and I have to admit the lack of hair doesn’t give you extra points, but…”

You gasp, frowning.

“You definitely are a terrible person!”

“Yet another skill I take great pride in. Anyway, my point is that it could be worse, Kitten.We gotta work with what we have, hm? Turn around.”

You take a deep breath, nervous as hell.

“Not too bad, Y/N, but you do have a big butt. If you go in the backyard like this, I think we’ll have another solar eclipse.”

“What?!” you turn your head to glare, alarmed.

“Ha!” J snorts, “I made you look.”

You start laughing, embarrassed:

“You’re so horrible!”

“U-hum. Com’ere!” he signals and you hesitantly go in his arms. “I believe that…” You don’t let him finish. You reach for his lips and kiss him, pulling down on his boxers.

“Well, well, well,” he purrs, “What is this, Doll?”

“Something on my bucket list,” you mutter in his ear, still tense.

“I don’t recall seeing this on that piece of paper,” he teases, smirking.

“I didn’t have a chance to write it down,” you trace the playing cards tattoo on his neck as innocently as possible.

“Interesting,” he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. “Just admit you want to get in my boxers.”

You giggle, not answering.

“You’re so light,” J sulks, beginning to walk back towards the bedroom. “You think you can handle me, Princess?”

You raise your shoulders up, kissing him again.

“Oh, yeah,” you moan, determined to make love to him even if it kills you.

“Two baldies having sex, that’s pretty hot, huh?” he winks at you and then bites your lower lip, placing you on the bed.

“Not quite,” you chuckle, caressing his hairless head.

“Speak for yourself, woman; I’m still handsome. Plus, I don’t have a huge butt,” The Joker maliciously laughs when he sees how big your eyes got.

“You’re the worst person ever!” you yank his hand, stunned.

“From all the skills I’m proud of, this is my top favorite. Now stop praising me, I’m starting to blush,” he dramatically accentuates his little speech with a sneer, glad he got you all worked up.

3pm

You didn’t want to go with him at the warehouse because you don’t feel too good, but J insisted. You see the henchmen running around with a bunch of boxes, making space and getting rid of the old stuff you guys didn’t use in forever.

“What did you want to show me?” you lean on his arm, grateful you already took your painkillers since your body is getting stiff again.

“Your stupid bucket list, Doll,” he explains. “You wanted to go to Japan and you are aware we can’t because we’ll get caught. We don’t use this place very often so I got you a bunch of Japanese items; do what you want with them. Tell our men where you want everything and they’ll move it for you.”

He senses you’re squeezing his hand really hard and your eyes get watery.

“Spare me, Y/N!” he elbows you, irritated. “Let’s skip the drama!” but he kisses your temple and you nod in acceptance, excited to see what he got for you.

“What else did you have on that’s stupid list? Oh, yeah: a family,” The Joker answers his own question, mad about it. You want to say a few things but he keeps on yapping.

“Why do you need a family for, huh? Nothing but trouble. See these jerks here?” and he points out towards the goons laboring hard to accomplish the task at hand. “They’ll do whatever you ask them and won’t fight back. Better than a family. And you have me. I hate you, but we gotta work with what we have, OK?”J gets angrier since he hopes you won’t get very emotional again; he can’t stand it.

“OK…” you are fast to please him but start crying, unable to hold it in. The henchmen keep on glaring your way, rapidly averting their gaze when they realize there’s something very intimate going on between the both of you: you’re sobbing on J’s shoulder and he has this “fed up with everything” expression on his face while holding your waist. The lack of hair makes him look even more imposing, menacing and vicious.

8:03pm

The Joker dragged you to one of the clubs where he will have a meeting with one of his smugglers that has a new medication for you. Another experimental product found only on the black market that might help.

It’s your IV day so you retreated to the sound proof room, trying to take a nap until the IV bag is done.  J is in the VIP section, talking to Nix. Frost is there also, keeping an eye on things. The discussion is going reasonably smooth until the asshole forgets who he’s talking to.

“I can’t believe you’re dating the same bitch, Mister J!” he puffs, acting surprised. Jonny lifts his eyebrows, ready to react but his boss didn’t signal him yet. The Joker holds his breath for a few long seconds, then loudly exhales.

“Yeah, same bitch,” he stares at the guy with a crazy sparkle in his blue eyes.

“So the pills are for her? I heard she’s really sick, but still alive and kicking. Tough bitch I guess,” Nix laughs, confident of his funny remarks. He has a reputation of being fierce and stepping over boundaries because he has access to a lot of merchandise on the black market that not too many smugglers can obtain.

“Tough bitch indeed,” J agrees, holding his breath again.

“Word is you shaved your head for her. Now, I’ve never thought I’ll see a man like you in love, Mister J,” Nix snickers, taking the tablets out of the suitcase.

Is this fucking prick for reals?! Frost thinks, waiting for a sign and he finally sees J tapping his fingers on the cane. Jonny cracks his neck, relieved.

It’s gonna be my pleasure, he grins, punching his fists together.

9pm

The door being busted makes you open your eyes. J turns the lights on and pushes Nix in front of you, kicking him in the shin so hard he collapses on his knees.

“What’s going on, baby?” you rub your face, getting up on your elbow.

“This asshole is here to apologize!” The Joker barks and you have no clue about this new outburst. “Apologize to my Queen!!” he yells at the guy who’s in a pretty bad shape with a black eye, busted lip and a few visible bruises.

“I-I’m sorry…” Nix stammers, groaning in pain.

“For what?!” you feel the need to ask, baffled.

“You don’t need to know!” J shouts. “You are owed apologies and that’s it!”

You don’t fight it and slide to the left corner of the velvet couch, careful not to move the needle in your vein.

“Apologize for waking her up too, you bastard!” and J lifts Nix up, violently pulling him towards the door where Frost is waiting to take over.
“I’m s-sorry…for waking you up,” the guy stutters as he gets shoved out of your sound proof retreat.

“Take care of this!” The joker tells Jonny, still fuming.

“Anything I should know?” you reach for your anti-nausea medication and take some.

“Nope, go back to sleep,” J hisses, displeased at how the night turned out. “After your IV is done, we’ll go for a ride.”

“That sounds nice.” You feel like crap but you still give him a smile.

He turns off the lights and hears you:

“Were you defending my honor or something?”

“What honor, Pumpkin?!” he grumbles, shutting the door so you can rest in darkness.

10:05pm

J returned to the VIP room and he’s typing on his laptop. Frost is overseeing what’s going on in the club behind the smoky windows. You part the gold beads and step inside, barely seeing where you’re going; your vision is clouded from the liquid medication you just finished.

“I’m done, baby,” you announce, holding onto the armchair. “I’m drained, I don’t think I can go on that ride tonight. I need to rest, it hurts all over. Can we please go tomorrow?” you beg, closing your eyes when the stomach-turning vertigo sensation creeps up on you.

The Joker gives you a cold stare, still flustered from the earlier incident and not happy to find out about your rain check. He goes back to his typing, mumbling:

“If you’re so miserable, why don’t you hurry up and die, hmm?”
Frost immediately peeks your way, shocked about what came out of his boss’s mouth; he’s seen you having a lot of bad days before, but you never looked more in pain like you do now.

“Well…” you dig your nails in the purple leather and sigh, heartbroken. “If there is one thing I am very good at lately is dying. So… don’t worry, it will happen soon enough,” and you rush out, stumbling a few times while trying to get away from his venom as fast as possible.

5 more minutes pass and J finally stops typing, annoyed.

“Shit… … … Frost, go get her!” he voices out and Jonny moves away from the window and stops in front of him, speaking up without hesitation:

“Sir, that was very cruel to say to somebody struggling to survive from one day to the other.”

J’s temple is twitching, definitely not liking what Jonny just articulated with such vehemence.

“Did I ask for your opinion, Frost?!” he raises his voice, pissed at the trespass.

“No, sir.”

“Is this a rebellion of some sort?!”

“No, sir, I wouldn’t dare,” Jonny replies with a calm attitude, figuring out this is the best way to go about it.

“Then shut your mouth and bring me my girl!!!” The Joker snarls, considering blowing his trusted man’s brains out.

“Yes, sir,” is the last thing he discerns before the deafening music takes over the club.

10:20pm

Frost couldn’t find you and one of the bouncers reports that saw you driving away in J’s SUV.  The news doesn’t go well with The Clown Prince of Crime.

“How is Y/N going to drive in the state she’s in?! She has to take her medications and can’t skip doses!!” J screams at everyone, taken aback by the conflict he created himself, not that he would ever admit it’s his fault. “We have to find her!!!” he directs the operation, instructing all of them to seek in some places he guesses you might be. They are searching all night, unable to find any traces of you.

Finally, around 7am, Richard reports he found J’s car parked near the beach, close to your favorite spot you like to go and look at the ocean. It’s a small, hidden strip of sand behind the highway; at least you went to one of the places The Joker thought you might go to. J doesn’t even know when he got there, driving so fast he almost got unwanted attention from the cops.

You spent the night on the beach, having to stop a lot of times on your way there because you had a hard time seeing and concentrating on driving. You didn’t take your pills, not really giving a damn since they don’t really help anyway as far as you’re concerned. You have a bag full of all the stuff you take, taking out a few at a time and tossing them in the ocean from the flat rock you found refuge on at the crack of dawn.

“That’s 2000 dollars a piece on the black market you’re throwing away Doll,” you hear J’s voice and ignore him, continuing to do as you please. You’re wheezing pretty loud, fighting to breathe since the salty, strong air puts quite the strain on your weakened lungs. You don't’ care: what’s another issue added to the others?!

You shrivel under your thick hoodie, covering your face even more, not wanting to see him.

J comes and sits by you, quietly watching the waves crushing on the nearby stones. He hears you sniffle but doesn’t attempt to uncover your head. His right arm reaches in front of you, holding a purple capsule in the palm of his hand:

“If you take the new med, you don’t have to take the white and brown tablets anymore. I’ll trade you…yes?” The Joker’s voice gets really deep as you move away from him, not replying. “Fine, then I’ll take it! I don’t want to waste 5000 dollars on just one capsule,” and he almost puts it in his mouth when you scoot back towards him and slap his hand. He drops the pill on the sandy rock and you are irked:

“Are you insane?!”

“Is this a trick question, kid?” he licks his lower lip, intrigued.

“It will make you sick, it’s not for healthy people!” you slowly blink and turn to finally face him. He inspects you and it doesn’t look great: your eyes are red from crying all night and the grimace of pain on your face lets him know you didn’t even take your painkillers; your labored breathing makes you shake a bit and the dried blood stains on the sleeve you used to clean your lips with after coughing disturb him.

“Somebody has to take it, it’s expensive!” The Joker has a smooth comeback (in his opinion).

“You have a shitty strategy, you know that?” you pick the capsule up from the sand, wiping it on your pants and swallow it, grumpier than you were before he arrived.

Without any warning, he buries his face in your lap, wrapping his arms around your knees. You try to push him away but he won’t budge.

“I don’t want you to die,” you hear the muttered sentence and it strikes a chord in your heart. “I don’t hate you,” he persists and you whimper when you feel his grip getting tighter. “But you can’t tell anybody, it will ruin my reputation,” he rambles on and you snort, wiping your tears. “As your knight in shining armor…”

“You’re not my knight in shining armor!” you interrupt, softly kicking his arm with your knee.

“Oh, I’m soooorry!” he lifts his head up from your lap, shifting so he can look up to you.” I didn’t see a huge line of suitors fighting for the title!” J sarcastically indicates. “You think that loser will ever show up?? Forget about it, it’s a myth! I’m the only one around so we gotta work with what we have, OK?… Just nod a yes, woman, and stop crying! Can we skip the drama for once?” he kisses your wrist and inhales your scent again. “You smell nice, what is it?” he diverts your attention since he masters this skill also.

“Death,” you divulge, smiling through tears.

He growls, exasperated, pinching your side.

“Shut up! You’re not dying!”

You take the small roll-on perfume decorated with a silver skull out of your pocket, showing him the name: Death.

“Why would you wear a fragrance with this name?!” J snaps, irked.

“It smells nice, you said so yourself,” you defend your choice, forgetting about your emotional surge.

“Gimme!” he urges you and you hand the tiny vial over. He takes it, glances at it for a few seconds then gets up and tosses it as far as he can in the ocean.

You gasp.

“Did you just…throw away my perfume?!”

“Yeah, it sucks! Use another one, you have so many,” The Joker cuts you off, keeping both hands on his bald head, satisfied at his accomplishment. Before you can protest some more, he proceeds with new updates:

“Tonight I’ll have Commissar Gordon kidnaped for you. I’ve been working on it for a month; we’ll take him to your Japanese oasis. Another thing on your dumb bucket list taken care of. “

You have such a happy smirk flourishing on your lips he feels he has no choice but to sit down by you again.

“You’ll get him for me?!”

“U-hum… Wanna kill him?” he pretends not to notice your sudden cough that calms down after you cover your mouth with the side of your hoodie.
“Kill him?! No way, he’s my favorite; I just want to see him.”

“Huh?! I thought Batsy is your favorite!” J waves his hands around, vexed.

“No, Batsy is your favorite, mine is Gordon; you know that,” and you are so dizzy you lean to rest your forehead on his shoulder. The new med must be very strong, you can already tell.

“I don’t know who you are anymore, Pumpkin,” he rolls his eyes, faking his surprise.

“Fuck…” you whisper, sweating even if you are cold as ice. “This crap is messing me up, I think I need to go home now…”
“Penthouse or your house?” J gives you the choice, instantly serious.

“My house, please,” you groan in pain when he helps you up. He signals you to get on his back and you obey, enjoying the piggyback ride. At this point it would be hard for you to walk anyway.

“Why do you have finding out who Batsy is on your list?! Like, why do we care to know who that jerk is ?! Our job is to keep him busy since he seems the type that gets bored easily, am I right? Hey, Doll, wake up,” he pats your leg and you moan, napping since you are so tired and uncomfortable. As soon as you get home, you’ll definitely need at least two painkillers.

The Joker continues to walk, basically talking to himself at this point.

“I know you also wanted to steal more diamonds but I can’t take you on a heist like this: consider it crossed off your idiotic Bucket list. I got you 3 boxes of jewelry so it should be fine for now. We gotta work with what we have, hm?”

He lifts you up higher on his back and struts on the beach.

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll send the boys to get the other vehicle… God, Princess, you’re so light,” he puckers his lips, listening to your heavy breathing in his ear. “I really don’t want you to die…” he stops in his tracks and gently spanks your thighs behind his back. “But I really do hate you, I lied when I said I don’t…”

“Mmmm…” you grumble in your sleep, probably out of it.

J takes advantage of you not being able to fight him and restarts walking:

“You know why it’s clouded? I bet you anything it is because of your big butt, hm? We are having a solar eclipse right now and you’re responsible,” he grins and squints his eyes when he senses your fingers nipping his skin.

“I heard that…” you protest, too tired to do more and doze off again.

The Joker mischievously snickers, sprinting towards the cars he can see in the distance.

He is not the ideal knight in shining armor and you are not the same woman you were before you got ill. But you gotta work with what you have.

Life’s too short to complain.

 Also read: MASTERLIST

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

dating nct yuta!!121!! (again, on the right blog this time.)

yakisoba prince :“)
• takoyaki prince :”)
• YUTA is literally SO PRETTY YOU CANT HELP YOURSELF JUST, STARING AT HIM.
• yuta LOVES TO TELL YOU HOW PRETTY YOU ARE.
• YUTA IS SO SWEET
• YUTA SEES FLOWERS DURING HIS OVERSEA TRIPS AND TAKES PICTURES OF THEM AND SENDS THEM TO YOU BC THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL, BUT NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU.
• HE BUYS YOU LOTS OF MEANINGFUL AND SOME, REALLY UNMEANINGFUL THINGS. HE LOVES BUYING STUFF FOR YOU, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO SPOIL YOU. BC YUTA ISN’T ABOUT THAT LIFE.
• hansol is the best friend
• HANSOL LITERALLY ALWAYS MAKES FUN OF YOU AND YUTA. MAINLY YUTA. IT’S SO FUNNY
• “hansol, stop making fun of my boyfriend”
• “HE THOUGHT DRAGONITE WAS THE EVOLVED FORM OF CHARAMANDER. HE’S SO- YUTA FIGHT ME.”
• “IT’S ORANGE. THEY’RE BOTH ORANGE.” -yuta
• YUTA is super SWEET AND NICE AND GREAT
• but sassy
• let’s talk about his sass
• on a sass scale from 1-10, yuta is a jisung.
• “yuta, what are you wearing in this mv wth”
• “at least i can work it more than you can :”)“
• “this jacket brings out my shit personality”
• “baby, you don’t need a jacket for that :”)“
• "yuta, that drawing looks so weird, you should start over”
• “whoever drew your face should start over :”)“
• you hear johnny and hansol and jaehyun and mark yelling "BOOM. ROASTED.” in the background, every, time.
• yuta doesn’t know what it means. but he likes it.
• girl group dances with yuta is a thing
• dances with yuta is a thing
• dances with the bassbot members is a thing
• of course along with that, them laughing at you is also a thing
• sharing ear buds w yuta :“)
• GOING INTO CUTE KOREAN STATIONARY SHOPS W YUTA
• going sightseeing w together is one of you guys’ favorite things
• pictures pictures pictures
• yall are so photogenic like wth :’) im attacked
• ok but you know that moment when you feel all empty, hopeless and angry all of the sudden? yuta is the person you call or text and he comforts you and it makes you feel so much better
• that was random but it popped up and it’s such a yuta thing
• serious when he needs to be, happy and funny when he needs to be
• such boyfriend material
• YOU KNOW HOW MOST GUYS ARE LIKE "EW TAMPONS/PADS???? I CAN’T DO THAT THAT’S EMBARRASSING BABE”?
• YUTA LEGIT DOES NOT CARE, YOU NEED IT? HE’LL GET IT.
• but he’s not the type of boyfriend that things outside of the boy and gets you chocolate and sweets and ice cream.
• you ask for tampons/pads? that’s all the boy will get you :“)
• of course that doesn’t mean that he won’t get you all those things if you ask, he definitely will whine a bit but get it for you
• cuddles with yuta are almost nonexistent, meaning-
• you guys don’t cuddle but it’s technically a cuddle, like, he hugs you while you guys are laying down but it’s not a cuddle, YOU KNOW
• kisses w yuta are mainly on the forehead or nose.
• random english and japanese speaking
• yuta doesn’t like you fangirling over other groups or other idols in general
• he pretends to hate it when you fangirl or overly compliment an nct member, but he doesn’t really mind, as long as it’s not taeyong, bc if you fangirl over taeyong, it’s legit
• YOU GUYS RAISE A PUPPY TOGETHER
• IT’S YOUR NON OFFICIAL BABY
• YOU GUYS NAMED IT "mochi”
• you guys are like a newly wed couple
• YOU GUYS CO-SEND OUT HOLIDAY CARDS
• YOU GUYS HAVE A CALENDAR TOGETHER
• YOU GUYS SPEND SO MUCH TIME TOGETHER IT’S WEIRD TO SEE YOU GUYS NOT TOGETHER EXCEPT WHEN THE BOYS HAVE A CONCERT OVERSEAS
• MOVIE NIGHTS W YUTA ARE GREAT
• but it’s like baby sitting bc-
• “jaemin, why are you here”
• “….jeno.”
• “……what the heck jisung.”
• “this is our date night-”
• “who am i kidding, we can’t have a normal date night ever as long as im an nct member”
• saying “i love you” doesn’t really surface in your conversations too much, but it does from time to time, mainly over text or call. or when he’s been away for a long time and you first see him after him being away, or when he’s leaving for a concert or a company trip.
• he calls you “baby” a lot
• bc you’re his baby ;“)
• lots of dates in the park or just walking around town
• you call him "prince”
• bc he’s your prince ;“)
• or yuta. bc. his name’s yuta. and vise versa. pet names are pretty common too tho.
• not much, but you guys often go stargazing too
• omgggg story time, FIRST SNOW W YUTA
• ok so in korea, there’s this saying about love and the first snow fall of the year and seeing it with them. idk how it exactly goes but you get the gist of it
• ok so, you two were out on a coffee date, cute, small, little meeting. it was fun and kind of meaningless bc it hasn’t been too long since you guys first started going out.
• yuta liked you since you two first met, but not in a love way, like a friend, and vise versa but those feelings grew little by little as you two began seeing more of each other.
• so here you guys were, in a coffee shop, on the third coldest day of the year so far, reaching almost negative 10 degrees. drinking coffee.
• it was fun, there wasn’t very much talking but it was comforting and warm.
• you guys finished your coffee and started to head outside when suddenly there was a loud cheer on the other side of the street. someone yelled "SNOW! SNOW!” and you two looked up and there it was. snow.
• yuta smiled at you, but you were too busy admiring the snow and touching each little snowflake that your hands could reach.
• yuta them realized that his heart was beating and he didn’t feel cold at all in negative 10 degree weather when he was with you.
• you smiled at yuta and waddled back towards him like a little girl who was seeing snow for the first time in her life.
• you snuggled back up towards yuta and smiled “it got cold”
• yuta hugged you and wrapped his arms around you like a large drape.
• :“) that day was the day that yuta fell in love with you :”)
• OK IF Y'ALL MAKE FUN OF THE BOY’S CHIN ONE MORE TIME, YOU WILL CATCH THESE FISTS.
• he’s so friggin insecure bc people made such a big freaking deal out of it omg
• he always is looking in the mirror if he’s not looking at the crazy comments online and it just makes you so sad bc it’s still yuta. the guy in front of you is still yuta, so what’s the problem?
• he comes to you but yuta’s the type of boyfriend who doesn’t like voicing out his problems (like serious ones where he seriously is hurt) he just laughs and plays with you and that’s stress relief for him
• ofc you don’t shove the problem in the poor boy’s face if he doesn’t want to talk about it and is struggling alone. but you do hint at it and you don’t do it to make him feel uncomfortable, you DO IT BC YOU LOVE HIM AND WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY AND STOP COVERING UP HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE WITH A MASK.
• ok, yuta teaches you weird phrases in japanese, and tells you the wrong meaning for them.
• LIKE IT’S SO FUNNY, HE TEACHES YOU THE WORD FOR LIKE, “THE CORN CHURNS THY BUTTER”, AND LIES TO YOU AND TELLS YOU THAT IT MEANS “the soft glistening of the river water that reflects itself on the high sky”
• YUTA IS LITERALLY SUCH A WEIRDO.
• HE’S SO STUBBORN IN A GOOD YET LAID BACK WAY AND HE’S ALSO THE BOYFRIEND THAT’S LIKE SUPER SASSY BUT IS REALLY LAID BACK LIKE
• “let’s go outside.”
• “no, you stupid girl, it’s hot. im not about to sweat the hair dye out of my hair.”
•"please”
• “ok”
• YOU GUYS READ FANFICTION TOGETHER AND THERE IS LITERALLY NO SHAME
• “i wouldn’t do that” AND YOU LOOK AT HIM AND YOU’RE LIKE “yes you would, tf, you did this two days ago”
• YOU GUYS READ IT JUST TO MAKE FUN OF IT/HIM
• so many cute selfiessss
• you guys buy drinks together, selfie, you guys are out for coffee, selfie, you’re at his concert, selfie, you’re in a cafe together, selfie.
• HE HAS SO MANY PICTURES OF YOU THAT YOU’RE UNAWARE OF. HE TAKES SO MANY OFF GUARD PICTURES BUT HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH BC HE LOVES YOU AND HIS LOVE FOR YOU IS PURE.
• yuta is super open on his opinions unless they’re mean opinions, but still, and he is not afraid to tell you that he thinks you’re completely wrong and list the 12 reasons why he thinks so.
• “why are you even an idol, just be a lawyer”
• YUTA TEXTS YOU A BIT. YOU GUYS PREFER MEETING IN PERSON BUT YOU GUYS TEXT MORE THAN CALLING.
• “did u eat”, “no”, “why”, “because my friend took me to a yakisoba place and every time i look at it, it feels like im in a restaurant that cooks and serves your hair”, “bye”
• THERE IS A DEFINITE HEART NEXT TO YOUR NAME ON HIS PHONE, LIKE A TINY ONE, OR A STAR. DEPENDS MORE ON WHAT YOU LIKE.
• yuta is a dog person he is not a cat person he is an outgoing doggie person
• HE WANTED TO RAISE A PUPPY WITH YOU BUT YOU GUYS DIDN’T EVEN CONSIDER IT FOR A LONG TIME BC “OH GOD THE RESPONSIBILITY” -yuta
• but as it says so above like 40495967 bullets ago, you guys did get a lil pup and her name is mochi.
• why is teasing mark w yuta so much fun :“)
• doyoung is always on the verge of fighting yuta to the death bc he thinks that he can be sassier than yuta
• he could be, but yuta is naturally sassy, frankly there’s nothing doyoung can do at this point, he must give up
• yuta doesn’t read much but he loves it when you read stuff out loud to him it’s just, soothing
• you guys eat chicken together a lot it’s great
• YOU GUYS SHARE ONE DRINK ALMOST EVERY TIME
• you guys take lots of selfies of you guys in traditional clothing
• YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE BC SOMETIMES YOU GUYS PRETEND THAT YOU’RE IN A CHICKEN OR SODA CF AND YOU GUYS DO THE CHEESY COMMERCIAL LINES LIKE “so fresh, you won’t know what hit you”
• HE ALWAYS SAYS THAT YOUR EYES SEEM LIKE THEY’RE SPARKLING ALL THE TIME
• yuta tries to cook but most of the time he’s just like “order delivery”
• GROCERY SHOPPING W YUTA IS RARE BUT GOOD
• “WE NEED THIS”
• “NO. WE DO NOT NEED A BOILED EGG DISPENSER. STOP.”
• YUTA UNKNOWINGLY TOUCHES YOUR HAND A LOT AND HOLDS IT
• WHEN YUTA SAYS “I LOVE YOU” IT’S USUALLY MIXED IN W SOMETHING STUPID OR SOMETHING WEIRD BUT IT’S ALWAYS PURE AND GOOD
• BAKING W YUTA. YOU WISH THAT WAS A THING. WELL IT KINDA IS BUT THERE’S ALWAYS ANOTHER MEMBER OR TWO THERE BC PEOPLE DON’T TRUST YOU TWO TO DO STUFF ALONE, ESP THINGS THAT INVOLVE THE STOVE AND FIRE.
• NAKAMOTO YUTA NEEDS TO SMILE AND HE IS SMILING BC OF YOU AND YOU GIVE HIM HAPPINESS AND EVERYONE APPRECIATES YOU BC HE APPRECIATES YOU AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS. MAKE HIM HAPPY. MARRY HIM.
• i forgot. weird adlibs, puns, and pick up lines. oddly, it brings yuta a lot of joy even though he’s like “ew stop that’s so gross”

OK ACTUALLY. IT DIDN’T DELETE EVERYTHING; MY PHONE’S JUST TRASH. I HOPE THIS IS OK. I THINK IT’S A LOT SHORTER THAN NORMAL AND PROBABLY NOT THE BEST THAT I’VE WRITTEN BUT I’LL HOPEFULLY DO SOMETHING MORE GRAND AND EXCITING FOR MY NEXT POST!!! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REQUESTED YUTA AND FOR THE PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED OTHER MEMBERS, THEY’RE ON THE WAY! ♡♡♡
EVERYONE ENJOY YOUR BREAKS AND DON’T STRESS TOO MUCH BC OF FINALS!!!
- jenny

anonymous asked:

Asian Americans make more money on average than white Americans, and are even more overrepresented in tech. Medical sector employs ~8x as many people as tech. ~80% are women. Women now graduate from college more. The only reason it's permissible to write an "ugh, white men" article is because white men are your designated punching bag. Stop doing this. You're fueling the alt-right and creating a bitter culture war in the industry most responsible for building the future. Dystopia here we come.

Choose 10 industries randomly, and most will have big gender/racial disparities. Many US hotel owners are from India. Yemenis run smoke shops. The Swiss are great watchmakers. Black people make great music. The Japanese make great cars. Terrible, right? Ethnicity-specific expertise goes all the way back to ancient times. It’s a natural part of a cosmopolitan world. Everyone has different ways to contribute and that’s OK. Stop tilting at windmills, stirring things up & creating hate.

I think you’re really, really overinterpreting here, in a couple ways. 

Firstly, I disagree with you about ‘ethnicity-specific expertise’ being the explanation for any of those things; I think it’s much likelier to be social ties and easy access to successful people in the industry to learn from, and I do think it’d be better if more people had access to the expertise they need to become a great watchmaker or hotel owner. I don’t really want to get into this but I do want to register my strong disagreement.

Secondly, ‘ugh, white men’ was not at all the tone or the content of the article I linked to talk about the relationship between professional expectations and diversity. 

My first boss was an African immigrant, second boss was a forty-something mom. Our team measured high on nearly every dimension of diversity — gender, race, religion, age, parental status, national origin, sexual orientation, disability status, veteran status. They were a talented and hardworking bunch. I hadn’t known any other kind of team, so it didn’t seem exceptional to me.

Still, I just couldn’t get over that damned tie. The internet boom was happening all around me, and I was stuck with a bunch of (incredibly nice and generous) non-hip people. On Fridays, they maybe snuck a Coors Light behind their monitor at 4:00, knocking off an hour later, driving from the office park to their suburban homes, their exasperating teenagers, their televisions.

I finally got out in 2000. I was giddy. I found a job at a hip software company. Their offices were downtown. My new coworkers were so cool. They wore ironic T-shirts. They showed up at 10 or later, worked crazy hours. On Fridays, and on many other days, they went to drink microbrews together after work, went home to cool lofts, or went straight to indie rock shows.

The thing he’s talking about here is way more nuanced than race and gender. Lots of it is class, actually - microbrews and lofts and indie rock shows are a distinct young urban childless upper-middle-class thing. The question he is asking is whether changes in workplace culture end up selecting for this young urban childless upper-middle-class set of tastes precisely by virtue of discarding the more staid formulaic signals of upper middle class professionalism which used to be common. 

If you read that and read ‘ugh tech is full of white men and everything is their fault we have to make them stop to get more women because women are better’ then, frankly, you misread it and should read it again.

I know there are a lot of shitty articles written about tech culture and diversity. I call them out and complain about them. I think it’s appropriate to call them out and complain about them! I think they have destructive effects and reflect dishonest and thoughtless reporting.

And I care about the people who make up the tech culture we’re talking about.  In a lot of ways - I went to school with them, I know a bunch of them, that bunch includes almost all my closest friends, I tend to think the way they do and feel comfortable in their company and enjoy hearing them talk about their work. I like my colleagues and I admire them. My interest in discussing tech culture does not come from an interest in destroying tech culture. 

But I think it’s absolutely ridiculous to conclude that, because some people say misleading and ridiculous things about diversity and tech, therefore no decent person will ever talk about the subject at all, and whenever anybody does they should immediately be accused of ‘creating hate’ and ‘stirring things up’ and ‘tilting at windmills’ and ‘fueling the alt-right’. 

No.

For any topic, it is possible to discuss it thoughtfully and with nuance. It is reasonable to criticize people for failing to discuss it thoughtfully and with nuance. If you’d like to reblog my posts contesting where you think I’ve failed to be thoughtful or nuanced enough, I’d be delighted to see what you think. I want to encourage you to do that instead of sending messages like these, which are a tiny bit hyperbolic and frustrating to engage with.

I don’t have a designated punching bag. I don’t think anyone deserves to be harmed. I criticize lots of people who are unacceptable targets, and I try to be way more careful when criticizing people who are acceptable targets - which is why nothing in this entire conversation has actually contained any criticism at all, except of your reading comprehension skills. When I say ‘hmm, I wonder if this cultural thing has costs’, it’s not a first step in a effort to coercively dismantle institutions that are important to people, it’s exactly what it looks like on the surface. When I say ‘I would like to see statistics on this but I find it plausible’, I don’t mean ‘and if it’s true then we can ruin all the nasty tech men’s lives’, I mean what I said. If you don’t trust me on that, and you don’t see anything other than ‘I never discuss this topic at all’ which would convince you of that, then I think you should disengage from this conversation. 

Some SS Japanese artists to follow on Twitter

After my post about the Japanese special SS tag, I got several asks about how to find good SS doujinshis and artworks of Japanese artists on Twitter, so here’s the list of my 7 favorite JP artists and a few descriptions of them, you can easily find their pixiv account in their profiles:

1.  ひな 森 @m_nmy01

My favorite SS artist of all time, Hina Mori. Mostly rated from K+ to T with a slightly shoujo-ish plot, her SS doujins are original and very in-character, especially the subtle Sasuke, always teasing Sakura and suddenly taking her by surprise :) She focuses mainly on Sasusaku themselves and their travel, sometimes Sasusakusara.

Her most liked doujin on Twitter (65k likes and 30k retweets, just wow!) is about Sasuke saying goodnight to Sakura after making sure she was sound asleep.

Some Hina’s arts are published in her Pixiv account only.

2. すず❀ウスラトンカツ❀@szk_sssk

Suzu, another popular artist that focuses mainly on fluffy, humorous and sometimes ecchi Sasusaku. 

One of her most liked and retweeted doujins on Twitter is about Boruto observing his sensei’s sweet marriage: Briefly, Boruto saw Sakura blushing while looking at the ring on her necklace and asked her what that thing was, Sakura told him it was “a secret” ( ヒミツ). Later when eating ramen with his sensei, he found out that Sasuke kept the same “secret” as Sakura. When his sensei’s wife joined them and asked Sasuke if he could have dinner with her after eating a bowl of ramen, Sasuke replied that as long as Sakura cooked, he could eat her food anytime. Then Boruto teased the lovebirds, something like ‘oh please get a room you two’, then Sasuke was like ‘Ok lets go’, leaving Sakura like ‘Hey Sasuke-kun (>///

3. もーこ @m0_ko

Sasuke in Mōko’s arts is devilishly handsome and muscular, you have been warned!! You can find many cute SasuSakuSara arts in her twitter art collection.

One of my favorite SSS doujins is about how SSS say good morning (おはよう ohayō) to each other in a normal morning at the new Uchiha family, after Sasuke was back home forever. Sarada noticed how her mother flushed and unconsciouly bent the ladle when seeing her messy-haired Sasuke-kun in the morning lol, the little girl also noticed the happiness in her father’s face when replying to her mother and compare the before & after of her family when her papa was back. This doujin will warm your heart :D 

4. いづき@iduki_kaetiiii

Sasusaku of Iduki is mostly funny, but she also has some sexy and R18 doujins in pixiv only. 

My favorite SS smut of Iduki is when Sakura was assigned a seduction mission, and Sasuke was angry when he knew this. They made love passionately and when Sasuke was about to propose to her (because married kunoichis didnt have to do seduction mission), Tsunade interrupted the couple. When Sakura was off to her mission, it was revealed that Tsunade canceled that seduction mission and encouraged Sasuke to propose to Sakura but in another suitable time. 

In her Twitter, Iduki loves to draw a happy SSS family and has several T-rated doujinshis in as well :D

5. とば(さけとば)@saketoba_ss

It took me awhile to track down Saketoba’s Twitter account since she doesn’t usually tag サスサク in her works. She doesn’t do many doujinshis but her arts are hella cute, especially the SS chibi style! Check her pixiv account, there are some R18 kind of stuff for ya lol! 

6. 瑠璃@TRumi810

Sweet and sexy are what I think about Ruri’s doujinshis. She’s a very popular SS artists and I’m sure you all know her style. Dominant, rough Sasuke and passive, moaning Sakura are her favorite lol, just check her pixiv for more fun stuff  (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

7. 오스아@O_SEU_A

She is an exception in this list because @oseua is Korean. Her arts are unique and emotional, especially the sex scenes which can be found in her pixiv account, plus her SS animal version is super adorable. @Oseua is popular among tumblr community with her beautiful SS art blog  (can’t tag her, dont know why, i hate tumblr sometimes >”

That’s it. Please reblog if possible to encourage SS fans to follow good Japanese artists in other social network instead of reprinting or reposting their arts without permission :D 

Lastly thank you for all sweet thank-you messages in my inbox and sorry for not replying sooner (TT_TT). 

Now enjoy your SSS feel :D 

Ok! but what about a museum curator AU

  • Bitty is a junior curator fresh outta grad school working at the Montreal Museum of Fine Art*
  • The museum is an encyclopedic museum, but with the addition of Eric Bittle to the Photography and New Media Department, its exhibitions have been more popular than ever.
  • Bitty doesn’t want to take all the credit but since he started the head curator, John Johnson has been letting him take the lead on almost every exhibition while he works on publishing his metaphysical analysis of Cindy Sherman’s Untitled Film Stills (1977-80)
  • “The film stills have a knowing engagement with a viewer outside of the scene, the frame, and as Clement Greenberg defines it the picture plane itself. This radical subversion was part and parcel of an effort to deconstruct the predominantly white male gaze in portraits of women in film, painting, and photography.”
  • “I just really relate to her in this universe, Bitty, and I had to get a doctorate Art History and Museum Studies just to move this plot along”
  • “Um, ok? So about the upcoming preaccessions meeting…”
  • He would have almost quit his first year if it weren’t for the department’s Admin Assistant, Larissa Duan (who the interns Will, Derek, and Chris call “lardo” (they have their own nicknames too that Bitty can’t help but use because they are so dang cute))
  • Lardo, after managing a men’s hockey team in New England, manages the department just fine. (Her works are always featured in the staff art shows that are out up every few months in the back halls and offices of the museum).
  • The interns are a god send in that the museums collection of photographs are housed in a huge refrigeration unit in the department office. The upkeep isn’t as bad as the need to update the museum’s digital archive of information on the works and their current locations. Basically, Dex, Nursey, and Chowder all work on the categorizing and organizing of the collection under Lardo’s guidance while Bitty does… everything else.
  • His first major exhibition, a Nan Goldin Retrospective is controversial but extremely well received.
  • The co-curators of the Department of Paintings and European Sculpture Justin Oluransi and Adam Birkholtz walk around the gallery in awe, noting specific works,

          “bro we gotta make an exhibition out of this” 
          “bro, I know”

  • His first year Bitty made a bold commitment to reaching out into the community for fundraising for the museum (museums always need money).
  • While Bitty’s charm is effective (as well as a lengthy but engaging 7 year plan to expand the museum’s collection in ways that are more inclusive and engaging to the community), his pies are really what bring in some of the largest donors to his department (according to the interns, at least).
  • Including Bob and Alicia Zimmerman.
  • Alicia was a proud patron of the arts and after meeting Bitty at a museum luncheon focused on the inclusion of women artists of color in the collection, invited him to dinner at her and Bobs house.
  • Their son Jack, the youngest ever Captain of the Montreal Canadiens, was home during offseason and joined their dinner
  • Alicia, always worried about her son, is glad to introduce them hoping he’ll have a friend who doesn’t care about the Zimmerman legacy or jacks past.
  • Bob is more straightforward and brash

          “Jack loves photography! Jack, il et tres mignon, montrez-lui votre art!” 
          “Papa, s'il te plaît!”

  • thankfully, Bitty is still awful at French
  • Jack eats 3 pieces of Bitty’s pie before he realizes what’s happened to him (he should have known then that he was over the moon for Bitty, to be honest). 
  • The dinners happen at least once, sometimes twice a month and Jack almost never misses them, even when the season starts up again in the fall. 
  • Alicia and Bob are delighted by Bitty and with his help create the Bob and Alicia Zimmerman Fund, which not only helps fund the museum’s acquisition of works by women artists of color, but also funds free summer courses in photography for local kids (Jack visits the classes often enough the first summer they offer them that he eventually becomes a teaching assistant for one of the classes).
  • And if he gets to see one tiny junior curator then that’s nice too
  • Jack eventually shows Bitty his photography,          

        “My parents got me this camera after the overdose, it gave me a way of               looking at the world that didn’t feel broken anymore”          

        “Oh, Jack that’s wonderful… why so many geese?”

  • Jack finds more reasons to go to the museum during his down time, even taking some of the habs with him too. 
  • He always stops by the Photography office (by now security knows to just give him the guest pass and let him back into the office (the gallery guards are all fans, but Jack soon befriends and is on a first name basis with most of them) 
  • The Canadiens PR teams goes nuts over this, finally having something they can use to make the captain seem more relatable (Jack even likes their suggestion of him volunteering for a day as a Gallery Guard since the video clip they filmed for the Habs website promotes the museum more than the team (his teammates chirp him for it anyway))  
  • The museum becomes more popular than ever, drawing in Hockey Fans into the museum en masse (turning them into art fans in the process) 
  • He likes discussing Art Law and provenance with the head of the museums legal department (“do they really all call you Shitty?”) 
  • He likes attending the openings of almost every exhibition (from every department) that he can attend 
  • He attends his father’s painting classes (Bad Bob Ross’s painting seminar is the most well attended class the museum offers, with guest teachers such as Vincent VanGretzy and Claude Lemieuxnet) (Jack hates the names they adopt for teaching the class 

         “why is that even necessary?” he asks himself as he paints ‘happy trees’

         Johnson, from the back of the lecture hall,  

        “Because the author loves puns!”

  • (he hates the weirdly accurate wig his dad found even more). 
  • He likes the pick up games of shinny at the pond behind the museum that a few of the curators, gallery guards, and building crew members invite him to 
  • He likes how safe the museum feels, how it feels like a second home, how he can get lost in the eyes of a Rembrandt, the curls of Kara Walker’s swirling story’s made of paper, and the wrenching truth he finds in the works of Diane Arbus (he cried when Bitty told him about her, he had been so close to that himself). 
  •  The gallery guards stop people from photographing him in the museum (“no photos in the galleries, please!”) and they make sure to pull those aside who decide to follow jack around the museum. That being said, if people ask him what he thinks about the works he’s exploring that day (whether it’s prairie school architectural designs or Japanese prints) he’s not afraid to have a conversation with them. 
  • Sometimes to conversations turn into mini-lectures, if Jack “110%” Zimmerman really likes what he’s talking about 
  • And if the docents have a problem with his impromptu tours, he never hears about it 
  • Bitty and Jack work on Bitty’s fear of public speaking by practicing his gallery talks, lectures, and the speech Bitty had to give at the museum’s annual gala (in french and english, to Bitty’s dismay)
  • He likes having Lardo look at his photographs, letting her win at arm wrestling, and likes her paintings even more (his favorite is above his bed, a swirling abstract painting featuring almost every shade of blue Jack can imagine). 
  • He likes how quiet the galleries are 
  • He likes having friends who don’t know him as Jack Zimmerman but as just Jack
  • He likes sitting in Bittys closet of an office eating too much pie over lunch. 
  • He likes when he knocks his hand into Bitty’s and blaming it on the too many books on his too small desk 
  • He likes Bitty 
  • After he wins his fourth Stanley Cup, he chooses to have his cup day at the museum (donating a years worth of the museums funding to have the place to himself, the team, and his closest friends) wheeling the trophy around in a wagon (seriously) to his favorite works, introducing them in a way. 
  • He thinks Diane Arbus would have liked hockey, and tells the cup that when no one is listening
  • He kisses Bitty across his desk a year after they meet, and a month after Bitty had been named the head curator of the department.
  • (Johnson stepped down after publishing his research, and told Bitty that it was about time this narrative wrapped up, Bitty had no idea what he was talking about but cried out of happiness nonetheless (stable employment with a degree in the arts is hard to find)). 
  • Years later, the Zimmerman-Bittle wing of the museum (a space for contemporary and modern art with a focus on non western art and art by women) is something that Jack is proud to put his name on that has nothing to do with hockey and everything to go with the man who saved him.

AN: *While I know museums and curatorial work, I don’t know this museum well at all so forgive me if this is entirely inaccurate (its wildly inaccurate in so many ways omg) 

Behind The Scenes 3 (8/???)

Author’s note: In terms of my writing, I’m am almost done with BTS 3. Once i get all the editing out of the way, I will be posting my scenes more regularly! But for now, i will continue to post rather randomly. Sorry for any errors. Sorry for any cultural/environmental inaccuracies.

Genre: Angst/ Drama (Jhope/ V)

Word count: 1785

City: Tokyo, Japan (Both days)

Summary: Y/n makes a promise to herself while V learns finally find out a bit of what’s going on inside Rap monster’s head.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


TOKYO

Your first day in Tokyo was not so great. The entire day felt as if you were made of tears and all you could do was cry at any chance that you were out of the boys’ sights. It wasn’t because you were tired from the schedule or the time change, but over the fact the monster “got rid” of Meihui. You had just gotten to know her and now she was gone. It hurt you to see how Jhope was different around her. He spent every second with her and was so cute with her, but almost every word out of his mouth was a lie. All he ever said were empty promises. “The rest of the tour is going to be long, but it’s going to be fun!” “You can spend two weeks with us in Seoul and I’ll make sure to video chat you any chance I get when you come back to Taipei.” “Don’t worry I’ll come back to Taipei and visit you.”

Meihui was just so innocent. She would blush whenever Jhope so much as looked at her. Whenever he showered her with compliments she would get so embarrassed that she would dig her face in his chest, only making him compliment her more.

You were stuck in an endless thought cycle the entire time you were alone in backstage. “Are his drugs really that important? If he so easily lied to Meihui, what makes things different with me? What if he has always been telling me things that I want to hear? Maybe I’m not his friend… Maybe I’m someone he is just helping Namjoon deal with. This could all be one big scheme!”

TOKYO DAY 2

Like the night before, you spent your time alone backstage crying over Jhope and Meihui.Once the show was close to an end you took the time to calm down and used the guys’ makeup to redo your face. When the guys came in, you kept a straight face the whole time and barely spoke.

As you were all about to leave, Rap monster announced that he and V were off to a deal. They were going to leave with Minho in one van and the rest of you would leave with Hiro back to the hotel. You saw Rap monster and V take the little green pills Jhope showed you back in Beijing and then they were off.

Without Rap monster around, you all had the opportunity to sit how you wished and this time you sat in in the back, taking the window seat before Jungkook could. Both Jimin and Jungkook sensed something off with you, but were too tired to bring it up, so all they did was sit next to you.

Suga looked back at you as he climbed onto the van. He was a bit confused that you didn’t sit next to him.

As usual, Jhope was the only member pumped up and was the only one that actually said anything. “Y/n! What are you doing back there?!? Come here with us! We never see you!” He whined.

While you were alone backstage, you had made up your mind to protect yourself. In doing so, you promised to not let yourself get any closer to Jhope. When he called out to you, you didn’t say anything, you just ignored him.

“Awww is y/n tired?” He asked with aegyo. “C’mon y/n smile! Don’t be so mopey!”

You only stared back at him, still no words coming out of you. Your silence got the attention of the two maknaes sitting next to you and they exchanged looks, practically communicating telepathically.

Jhope still wasn’t getting the hint. He reached over to try and playfully poked you try and cheer you up.

You slapped his hands away immediately. He barely even touched you, but you glared at him to back off.

Suga turned around, curious about your unusual behavior. “What’s wrong?”

You glared at him too. You remembered that he was doing the exact same thing to Aiko as Jhope did to Meihui and it just hurt you even more. “Nothing.” You growled.

“Tell me what’s wrong y/n!” Jhope begged. “Maybe I can help you feel better!” The innocent optimism in his voice made you feel a bit guilty for giving him the silent treatment, but not enough to actually talk to him.

“Just leave her alone.” Suga advised. “She’s tired like the rest of us.”

Jhope pouted even more, but turned around and sat down.

Jimin nudged you. “What’s wrong?” he whispered.

‘I’ll tell you later.” You mumbled.

-

Back at the hotel, Jimin questioned you again.

“Eh, just forget about it. It’s nothing.” You told him.

“It seems like alot more than just nothing.”

“Like I said, it’s nothing… I’m sleepy now so goodnight.” You said ending the conversation.

Jungkook was already laying in your bed. You could feel him staring at you as you made your way under the sheet that separated the two of you.

“Are you sure it’s nothing?” He whispered.

“Yup! Goodnight!”

MEANWHILE: V POV

It was now 2am and V, Rap monster and the rest of Rap monster’s sad excuse of henchmen were done with the drug deal.

V didn’t exactly know how to categorize how this deal went. It didn’t go well, but it didn’t go horribly. The deal didn’t last as long as expected and no guns or knives were pulled out, not even a single fist thrown. He and Rap monster’s other back up guys just stood around as Rap monster and an old Japanese dude in a fancy suit talked for a few hours. That’s what he like about the meeting with the old-school yakuza, all the deals seemed to have a business-like vibe to them. However, like every past old-school yakuza meeting, Rap monster didn’t get his way. Rap monster just wasn’t able to convince the head honcho to take any drugs. Like the previous year, the guy’s mentality was to keep drugs out of Japan. He was willing to join forces and distribute shit to other countries, but Rap monster turned him down. If Rap monster went that route, there was no profit for him. Now that the deal was over, he could see the death stare Rap monster was giving the old guy. If Rap monster had a better gang in Japan, maybe he would have actually started a fight, but he knew better that to do something so stupid.

Rap monster was definitely not happy about the deal though. He punched the van’s side mirror clean off. “Those old fucks need to update their way of thinking! They are sitting on a gold mine of possibilities!” Rap Monster grabbed his hand now feeling some pain. “Ah fuck!” he grunted.

“I’ll wrap it up back at the hotel.” Minho said from the passenger’s seat. “…hasn’t completely healed from the gun shot and he goes doing this…” He grumbled under his breath.

Rap monster continued to mumble to himself as he took a seat in the van. “The deal in Fukuoka better go well. This other guy is new generation yakuza, only a few years older than us too. Maybe he’ll see things the way I do.”

“Why don’t you bring Hiro to the next one?” V suggested. “Didn’t you say his uncle was a member and that his uncle was trying to get him in the gang?”

“His uncle was a member, but when they found out Hiro was only half they tried to kill him remember! They offed his whole family, stupid!”

“Well sorry!”

“Those old shit heads don’t know how to use what they got anymore. If I was that old fuck, I would have used Hiro to infiltrate any fucking Korean gang! But no, stupid shit head killed everyone. Stupid bitches couldn’t even kill the right motherfucker! They wasted their time killing everyone else except him!”

V was exhausted and Rap monster’s incessant whining was annoying him already. “Well then why did you even make him the manager? He didn’t even let you do shit in the beginning either!”

Rap monster turned around and glared at him. “I needed the heads up on what was out there and we got a ton of valuable shit out of him.” he growled shutting V up.

The three of them were quiet most of the way back. V was about to doze off when he heard Rap monster calling out to him. “Tae?”

“Yeah?” He rubbed his eyes to try and keep them open a bit longer.

“You’ve been keeping an eye on Jungkook and y/n right?”

“Yeah.” He huffed putting his hands to his temples. He was just so tired and didn’t want to talk anymore.

“How are they together?”

“Um, they are good I guess. *yawn* They come off as more legit now.”

“What about when they aren’t in public?”

“My gosh! He isn’t gonna stop with the questions!” He thought. “Um, they seem to have gotten closer, more friendly I guess.” He said. Finally he could feel himself waking up again.

“Ok.”

“All those questions for an “ok”!” V thought. He snapped and couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth. “You know what? I don’t get the fucking point of them making them date! For Jungkook, being in a relationship isn’t some fucking punishment! Sure, he can’t go fucking around, but he’s gonna do it again eventually! And all that cute shit isn’t even making y/n uncomfortable anymore. What’s probably gonna happen is they are just going to fuck again, possibly even start liking each other!”

“I know.”

“You know?!? So, what’s the whole fucking point then?!?” He couldn’t stop himself from raising his voice.

“Love.”

There he went again with the stupid one word answers. V hated when Rap monster did that. Rap monster always did it as a way of belittling him to make himself feel even more superior. But as always, that tactic worked and V just couldn’t help but try to figure out what was going on in his head. “Love?!? No one here believe in stupid love! Especially not you or Jungkook!”

“Jungkook used to… until I took it away.” Rap monster said calmly.

“Exactly my fucking point! What the fuck does love have to do with anything?!? Are you trying to make up for the shit you did? Cuz like I said that-is-not-a-pun-ish-ment!” He emphasized. “I’ve been thinking about this whole scheme and I can’t get your angle on this. You know what? Maybe you didn’t think this through Namjoon.”

Rap monster let out a long sigh, as if frustrated by V’s “stupidity”. “I’m not making up for anything. I’m going to take his love away again.”

After the Breakup Part Two: Jin

A/N: It was requested to do part two, so here it is! I made each one by itself, since they are a bit longer. Leave requests!!! Leave a Request!!


It was supposed to be a small celebration. The boys had told Jin they were going to celebrate the BS&T Japanese MV releasing. It was supposed to be the boys, management, and a few friends. Jin had no idea you would be there. You still supported the boys after the breakup so when Namjoon texted you, inviting you to the party, you felt compelled to say yes, but you hadn’t seen Jin since you had broken up. You needed to see him because, honestly, you weren’t doing well. You missed him so much. You decided to attend the celebration. You arrived an hour after it had started, mainly because you sat in your car debating whether or not to go in. You walked in and were greeted by a huge amount of people. You entered the room scanning the crowd for a particular head of hair. The moment you saw him you began to walk towards him. The moment you began walking towards them, Jin stopped everything he was doing. He didn’t know you were going to be there. Why didn’t the boys tell him? He had not seen you since the day you broke up and wow did you look amazing. You greeted everyone with a smile and a wave. You began to chat with the guys. They kept saying how much they missed seeing you around the studio and the house. You couldn’t help but look at Jin who turned his head every time you turned to look at him. You needed to talk to him. You excused yourself from the group walking to get something to drink, hoping Jin would follow. Thankfully, he did. Jin walked across the room and tapped you on your shoulder. You looked at each other for quite a long time, examining each other’s features. You broke the ice. “Hi” you said. “Hey.” Jin said. “I know this is awkward, I should have asked you if it was ok for me to come.” You said, worried whether coming to the party was a good idea or not. Jin saw how worried you looked and immediately responded, “No don’t worry about it, I’m glad you’re here, actually I’ve been wanting to talk you.” You looked up at the beautiful brown haired boy not knowing if you were up to taking about your relationship with him, but honestly you had some things you needed to get off your chest. You both walked into a different room far from the party where you could talk. “So…” you said, afraid of what he was going to say. Was he going to tell you he had a new girl? Does he not want to see you ever again? “(Y/N), I’m going to be honest, I don’t know why you ended our relationship, it was going really well, I loved you with my entire heart and I always put you first, everything was going well, I want to know why you ended it. I was a wreck weeks after it (Y/N).” Jin sat there. Not knowing whether he was ready for your response. “Jin, we both knew that it was going to end soon. I mean I knew it was going to end soon. We lived half across the world from each other. I hated not seeing you. I loved you with all my heart, but there were days when I would not hear from you, and I would worry. Every time you came to visit me, I would only get you for a couple hours. I sucked it up and didn’t complain because I knew your career was launching off. I knew it was going to hurt breaking up with you, but I didn’t expect it to hurt this much, I still love you Jin. I really do. I know this isn’t the place where you wanted to hear about it, but I still love you Kim Seokjin.” Tears were streaming down your face, not knowing what Jin would say. Afraid of what Jin would say. You knew he didn’t love you anymore. Why would he when you broke his heart without an explanation? The room was silent. Jin sat there gathering his thoughts. You wiped your tears from your face, his silence was not a good sign. You got up ready to leave. You heard a small whisper. “I still love you too.”

No Place In Peace

Dudley’s not such a great name, huh? I’ve never thought so and I’m one of the sad sacks saddled with it.

Dudley Stephen Smith.

Technically the second, I think, but I’m not well versed enough on generational naming semantics to know for sure.

What I do know, however, was that the guy I’m named for, my paternal great uncle, was widely considered to be a real mean son of a bitch. So yeah, if being called “Dudley” wasn’t bad enough, I inherited it from someone that nobody actually seemed to liked. As confusing as it is unfortunate, isn’t it.

Thanks, Mom and Dad.

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Softening the Edges - Betty/Jughead

AO3:
Prologue
Part II
Part III: Liking “Like That” 

“Left alone with my heart
I’m learning how to love you”

Their alliance was now officially established, and Betty had taken to seeking Jughead out. He found that he was also helpless to stop it from happening. He couldn’t be blamed really. She had this magnetism - she pulled people toward her in the gentlest way possible. It started with her coming out and sitting on her front porch while the two of them were waiting for Archie. He’d be standing off in front of Archie’s house all awkward and quiet and she’d bawl out:

“Whatcha standing over there for? Come over!”

Jughead was very hesitant at first. He wasn’t quick to trust anyone, and he found himself to be agonizingly shy around Betty. It was a difficult hurdle to overcome in the beginning. The true defining breakthrough moment when he knew that he could trust her was her reaction to Hot Dog, and his reaction to her.

Archie had already thoroughly gotten the Hot Dog seal of approval, and the dog was just as much a regular to the Andrews household as he was. Fred Andrews had nearly dropped dead from a stroke when he looked out the front window one day to see the boys struggling halfway up the climb to the tree house with Hot Dog’s huge bulk mashed between them, terrified, and the two boys teetering dangerously to falling. He rushed outside to break up this instance of madness and promptly ranted on the safety dangers of this, but Archie’s guilty and mournful expression stilled his lecture.

“But dad, he wants to come up. He cries when we go up without him and he’s down here alone. We feel bad. We can’t leave him down there, he gets so sad.”

This lead to Fred Andrew’s hysterical patented dog pulley method in which one boy would attach a harness tied to a piece of rope to Hot Dog and the other would  scurry to the top with a rope and pull the sheepdog up.

Needless to say, anyone who was going to get in with Jughead and Archie would have to be Hot Dog approved.

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anonymous asked:

The mafia prompts inspired me: *American* mob AU: Oikawa is a mob boss, Tsukki is the new made man that Oikawa has taken under his wing. Yamaguchi is an import from Japanese sex ring who doesn't speak any English. Oikawa gives Tsukki the 'gift' of allowing him to take Yamaguchi's virginity(before everyone else)He can't refuse a 'gift' from the boss, so he takes it. How he feels about this/what transpires is up to you. -Love, Closet!Anon

“What.” It’s not a question, or at least not the one Kei voiced. He probably should have asked why, but he doesn’t, just a resounding what as he stares over at his boss.

“A present! For you!” Oikawa pats the shoulder of the boy in front of him, black sack covering his head, and grins at Kei, and Kei feels the urge to pull out his side arm and shoot his smug fucking face in, but that would be unprofessional, and Kei surely doesn’t have a death wish. “I think you’re going to like him.”

“Thank you, Oikawa sir, but…why?”

“You’ve been such a good apprentice, lately, Kei-chan, I figured you deserved a prize!” Oikawa says, smug smirk still on his face as he adds, “Oh. And I may need you to break him in for me. He’s a fresh import, and hasn’t had anyone own him before. Think you can train him before the auction next week?”

Kei feels his face flush at the thought of breaking in a sex slave, but of course he can’t tell the boss no, so he just nods, brightening the grin on Oikawa’s face and this time he nearly – nearly – grabs his gun; just as a threat.

“Good! Now get out, I have shit to do.” Ever friendly. Two guards help Kei haul the boy up to his feet, pausing at the door as Oikawa makes notion thst he’s going to say something. “Of you’re good the rest of the week, I might let you keep him~”

The thought isn’t appealing to Kei, but he doesn’t mention so as he and the boy are pushed out of Oikawa’s office.

Oikawa’s people work like they’re breeding cattle. Each person brought into his sex ring has a tag; name, age, hair, eyes, height, weight – even their fucking sexual activity – their owner history… it’s fucking distasteful. This one– Tadashi Yamaguchi, from the tag, has brown hair, green eyes, he’s five eight and one hundred ninety pounds. Fifteen. No previous owners. Virgin. No wonder Oikawa thought Kei would like him.

Kei sighs, and drops the tag onto the table, stepping towards the shaking boy laying on his couch. He hadn’t taken the sack off of Tadashi’s head yet. He really doesn’t want to, because that would make this all real and he’d have to– to train him. But surely Tadashi isn’t getting much oxygen in there, and so with a shuddering breath Kei pulls the sack off of his head, holding his breath.

Tadashi is beautiful. He’s far, far prettier than his tag may have perceived him – it doesn’t even mention his freckles spattering his face – with dark hair and soft green eyes filled with fear, and Kei hasn’t seen his mouth yet because it’s covered in duct tape, but he’s sure they’re plump and pink, and soft. They have to be soft, with such a cute face.

“I–” Kei licks his lips. “I’m going to take the tape off, ok? No one will be able to hear you if you scream, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t. Got it?”

Tadashi nods, and Kei tugs at the tape covering the boy’s mouth, pulling it off slowly. Immediately Tadashi starts to sob loudly, mumbling in a different language, but he doesn’t scream, and Kei is glad; he’d been lying when he’ said no one could hear them.

“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you,” He says, and Tadashi flinches, speaking, and only then does Kei recognize the words are in Japanese. “Wait, wait– repeat that?”

“P- Please don’t hurt me,” Tadashi says obediently, and Kei thinks maybe he won’t have much work to do with him, but then he starts sobbing again and Kei places a hand on his shoulder, meaning to be comforting. “Please, I won’t tell anyone if you l- let me go!”

“Where are you from?” Kei asks, this time in Japanese.

“M- Miyagi, Sir!”

“Never heard of it,” It’s a lie; Akiteru’s there, they were raised there their entire lives. “But you’re going to need to forget about it. You’re far from home, and you’re not going back.”

Tadashi sobs even harder, collapsing into himself, and Kei feels guilt override his morals as he pulls Tadashi into a soft hug. Tadashi thrashes in his hold, starting to yell, but Kei pushes his head into his shoulder, muffling the cries.

“Hey– calm down. Calm down, or this is going to be hard on both of us.”

Tadashi nods, and Kei lets go of him. Silence falls over them, and Kei awkwardly tugs at his fingers. Tadashi doesn’t even pull at his binds, he just…sits. He sits there, with a numb look on his face, sniffling every so often. Kei knows he’s going to have to untie him soon, if they’re going to get anything done in the week he’ll be training him.

With a sigh, Kei stands and walks to the kitchen, leaving Tadashi whimpering in the living room as he finds a pair of scissors to cut the rope binding his wrists.

“I’m going to untie you now.” Tadashi nods, and Kei uses the blade of the scissors to cut the rope carefully, making sure to avoid skin, and when Tadashi is freed, he pulls his knees to his chest, shaking.

“Wh–” Tadashi gulps, “Wh- What’s going to happen to me? After you– you know…”

“You get sold.” There’s no point in lying to the poor boy.

“A– And I’ll never get to go home ever again?..” Kei sees Tadashi eyeing the scissors in his hands, and wishes Oikawa had told him beforehand that he would be having a guest; his house wasn’t exactly captive-ready. There were knives and scissors on the counter and in the drawers, and he had guns strewn about, hidden in case of robbery. Damn Oikawa.

Kei bows his head. “I’m sorry. You won’t.”

Tadashi gnaws at his lower lip. “I see.”

“You don’t speak English, do you?”

“N- No.”

“We’re going to have to work on that. You’re going to need to know and understand at least orders and how to respond. From what I know of Oikawa’s clients is that they aren’t happy when people disobey them.” Tadashi flinches, and Kei frowns. “Of course, you may not need to know any at all, if Oikawa lets me keep you, and if he does, I won’t use you for anything like they would.”

“O- Oh…”

“So let’s hope he lets me keep you.”

Kei tells himself that this isn’t because he likes Tadashi – he’s only just met him – but because he hates the idea of selling and buying people, and doesn’t want Tadashi to live the same fate as the others he’s seen run through Oikawa’s ring.

With a sigh, Kei stands, and offers a hand to help Tadashi up. Tadashi watches it hesitantly, before grabbing it and being hauled up. “Wh- What are we?..”

“First step to breaking you in: Getting you used to being obedient in bed.” Tadashi squeaks, hands shaking, and has to be pulled down the hall to the bedroom. His breathing is labored, and Kei can almost feel the panic running through the boy’s veins, shaking his head and pushing him onto the bed. “You’re not going to live very long if you panic like this; your owner has the right to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and if you don’t learn quick they will just get rid of you. No one wants a broken toy.”

“S- Sorry–”

“Don’t apologize.” Kei shrugs off his shirt, and starts on his pants, nudging Tadashi with his knee. “Take your clothes off.”

“Y- Yes!” Tadashi instantly rushes to slide off his shirt, and his pants, nearly falling to the floor as he slid his sweats off of his hips. Kei smiles to himself at how clumsy he is, and falls onto the bed next to Tadashi, naked, his eyes falling shut. When he opens them, he sees Tadashi sitting nervously, gnawing his lips and fidgeting with his fingers, face flush in embarrassment.

“Oh. Right. You’re a virgin.” Tadashi squeaks again, and covers his face with shaky hands. Kei sits up, and pushes Tadashi into a laying position, climbing on top of him. “Well. Can’t say that this will be a great first time…” 

Tadashi’s breath is shuddering, and as Kei descends on him lazily, he can’t help but gasp at the feeling of their lips connecting. They’re just as soft as he’d imagined, not at all chapped, and slide easily against his own. Tadashi is still as a board underneath him, and he whines when Kei slides his tongue easily into his mouth. 

“You’re going to have to reciprocate, you remember what I said about broken toys?” 

“S- Sorry.” Tadashi whispers, hesitantly moving his tongue with Kei’s as their lips reconnect; he rather wishes he hadn’t mentioned it because Tadashi is a horrible kisser. 

The kiss doesn’t grow any more heated than that, and Kei knows he has to make himself get into this or he isn’t going to get anywhere at all, and so he presses into the kiss just a little bit more, pressing their fronts together. 

Tadashi whimpers into the kiss, and Kei feels both of them hardening at the friction. He feels sick. He rolls his hips again, and Tadashi’s breath catches in his throat, a soft moan slipping through his lips. 

Kei does have to admit, he loves the sweet sounds coming from Tadashi. They’re not loud, just loud enough to be heard, but they’re sweet and high and shuddering and it’s adorable as hell. He wants to hear more, and his need to hear more, more, more only fuels his desire and he begins to build a rhythm, rolling their hips together quickly. 

“A- Ah…” Tadashi gasps, and Kei realizes then that he hadn’t given Tadashi a name for him to moan out; he supposes that it’s a good thing. Don’t want to get attached, not when Tadashi is going to auction in a week. 

Kei pauses his movement and climbs up, and Tadashi whimpers. “I- I did something wrong, didn’t I– I’m sorry.” 

“No, you’re fine, I’m just grabbing some stuff.” 

This is not how Kei imagined his day would go; he hadn’t expected to be reassuring a piece of Oikawa Tooru’s inventory that he’s done nothing wrong. Pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom, he makes his way back to Tadashi, climbing over him once more. 

“Now, your owner isn’t going to be as gentle as I am, so it’s best if you just get used to it now.” Kei says, slowly pushing into Tadashi, and Tadashi whines. Kei wants to stop, to let him adjust, but he knows once Tadashi is sold off he won’t know the pleasure ever again, and so he doesn’t. Instead, he thrusts indifferently in, harder, not really enjoying the sight of tears on Tadashi’s face; with a sigh, Kei reaches over and wipes the other boy’s face softly. Tadashi flinches, and Kei frowns. He just wants this to be over and done with. 

“Don’t be so tense.” 

“Sorry.” Tadashi whispers, whimpering when Kei thrusts in once again. His cock is hard and leaking, and Kei’s done nothing to help him; he wants to reach down between his legs and stroke himself off on his own, but he doesn’t know if that would be ok and so he doesn’t. 

With the rough pace, it doesn’t take Kei long until he’s brought to the edge, and he slows his thrusts deliberately, softening them only the slightest. A low groan falls from his mouth, and they both stiffen. 

“Um–” Kei coughs. “That was–”

“Completely normal.” Tadashi interrupts before he can think not to, and he flinches involuntarily. “S- Sorry.” 

Kei just grunts, and continues his slow pace. He doesn’t want this to be over after all. 

Tadashi is hard and leaking beneath Kei, and so he decides to give him a little solace, reaching down and pumping the boy to his slow rhythm. Tadashi being a virgin, it doesn’t take him long to come undone, breathing hard as Kei strokes him through his orgasm. Kei notes he’s quiet during orgasm, save his heavy breath, and it vaguely occurs to Kei that this is the first time another human being has brought Tadashi to orgasm. That thought is enough to send Kei over the edge he’s been treading on, and he comes with a moan muffled by Tadashi’s shoulder. 

Kei collapses, sliding out of Tadashi, who is back to whimpering and whining underneath him, sounding terrified. Kei hushes him, running a hand through the smaller boy’s hair. He really shouldn’t be doing this. 

“Shh… Calm down…” Tadashi shakes under him, sobs wracking his body, and Kei feels unwelcome guilt wash over him. With a sigh, he reaches over for his cellphone on the bed stand, dialing a familiar number. 

“Hello?” 

“Oikawa. I think I want to keep him.”

Laughter. “Well, of course you do. But how much do you want him?” 

Kei breathes; he doesn’t want Tadashi to be sold off. “I need him.” 

More laughter. “You need him, do you? Can’t get anyone by yourself, huh?” 

Kei grimaces. “…No…”

He can hear Oikawa’s smirk over the speaker. “Oh, no worries though; you don’t you have to worry about that anymore. If you really wish, he’s all yours.” 

Kei smiles down at the silent, shuddering body he lay upon. He doesn’t want to say it, but he has to, “…Thanks.” 

Tadashi shifts, and Kei rolls onto his side next to him, taking his time now looking down at the small, soft body as Tadashi’s breathing steadies and he falls into a fitful sleep. He has good news for him when he wakes, but right now…He’ll let him sleep. 

Be My Last Hope

Genre: Mafia!AU | Romance | Angst

Summary: The Person You Knew The Best, Is The One You Don’t Know At All. The Person You Love The Most, Is The One Who Hurts The Most. The Person You Wanted To Be, Was Just A Dream. The One You Are Now A Nightmare Or A Better Reality?

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

‘..Something you never felt before..’

Be My Last Hope; Ch. 01 | words 1200 | #bemylasthopebymi

“Hello little sister”
When you opened the door, you couldn’t and didn’t want to believe your eyes. Yoongi, your older brother who just left after your parents died 4years ago stands in front of your door, late night.
“What are you doing here?”
He can tell you weren’t happy to see him.
“Our uncle died. He took care over my precious sister. I should come over to catch you from falling.”

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jungkookie doesn’t care...

@jikook-love​ told me to do an analysis once. jungkook is totally indifferent to jimin, seriously. you don’t believe me? i have receipts though…

Originally posted by bottomkook

who is that walking in? jimin hyung? who cares, right?

Originally posted by poppytint

‘jimin-hyung, i dont care about you at all, look at me not smile at you.’

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