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[Ficlet] Nicknames
Pairing: Dazai/Atsushi

“A what?” Atsushi slowly lowered the cup he’d brought to his lips.

Nickname, Atsushi-kun! Nicknames!” Dazai said, happily clapping his hands together and looking at Atsushi with an expectant gleam in his eyes.

“Ah,” Atsushi put down his coffee and picked up his pen again. Hopefully Dazai would leave it alone should he pretend to be busy with this report – which he was – but Dazai only leaned down further, practically hanging over Atsushi where he sat by his desk, innocently performing his duties at the Agency.

“Well, Atsushi-kun? Well?” Dazai pressed on, his tone of voice could only be described as giddy.

Atsushi’s shoulders lowered as he sighed and looked up at the other man. “Honestly, Dazai-san, I don’t really see any need for us to have nicknames for each other.”

Dazai made a sound, sounding vaguely offended, and dramatically put his hand over his heart.

“Atsushi-kun! I’m hurt! A nickname is an important pillar of any relationship!” Here he grabbed Atsushi’s hands to hold them against his chest instead, Atsushi still holding his pen in a loose grip. “Especially since I can’t make you stop with the honorific, these things are super important!”

Atsushi blinked owlishly, for the moment swayed by Dazai’s – dubiously authentic – performance while being relieved they were alone at the office at the same time.

“They are?”

Dazai nodded, encouraged by Atsushi considering the idea he grabbed a chair and sat down, leaning his elbows on the desk while still holding the other’s hands.

“Yes! We’ve been dating for – ah, three months now-“ Dazai stopped and smiled softly at him, Atsushi gave a small smile back, “- and I think we need to take this a step further.”

F-Further? You mean-?”

“Yes, nicknames! So, I’ll go first.”

“Dazai-san, I’m not sure this is necessary-“


Atsushi blinked, then frowned. “What?”

“Darling, honey, cutie pie,” Dazai kept listing names. Atsushi could feel a headache coming. He dragged his hand over his eyes and groaned.

“You’re not making any sense.”

Hmm,” Dazai made that offended noise again and Atsushi felt him taking his other hand – maybe to once again bring it to his chest and proclaim about the foundations of a functioning relationship. Atsushi peeked through his fingers and watched as Dazai elegantly held Atsushi’s hand in front of his own lips. He blew warm air over the skin, and something inside of Atsushi’s stomach fluttered.

Dazai dragged his lower lip over Atsushi’s fingers and then met his eyes. They seemed deep and warm in the sharp light of the afternoon sun.


The butterflies in Atsushi’s stomach turner sharper, he might’ve made a sound because Dazai’s gentle smile crooked; became smug. He leaned closer, close enough for Atsushi to catch the faint fragrance of tea and cologne over the beating of his heart that’d escalated quickly.


“You like that?” Dazai’s voice sounded smooth despite his smile, his eyes twinkled. “Sweetheart?”

A furious blush stretched against his cheeks, Atsushi could feel it. The more it grew the bigger the grin on Dazai’s face widened, and Atsushi felt a strange feeling of losing – what he didn’t know, only that it frustrated him. He tried for a response but could only sputter helplessly.

Dazai chuckled and released his hand. “So that’s it, huh?” He said victoriously.

Atsushi jerked his head up and took hold of Dazai’s hands in a poor imitation of Dazai’s earlier actions. Heart in his mouth Atsushi said with a slightly squeaky but serious voice:

“My love.”

Dazai froze. He looked from their intertwined hands up to Atsushi’s determined face. Unblinking, he opened his mouth, then closed it.

“Well,” Dazai rasped and tried clearing his throat, “that’s it then.”

He got up, strange expression on his face, and then walked towards the exit.

“Dazai? Where are you going?” Kunikida met him in the door, looking up from his bunt of papers at Dazai’s retreating back.

“Oh, nothing. Just going to question the meaning of life!” Dazai answered, his laughter stiff.

What?” Kunikida yelled after him. He turned his head and stared hard at Atsushi. “What happened!?”

Then he stopped and, stupefied, looked down at his papers, “and why am I even acting surprised?

Atsushi groaned and hit his head on the desk.

Tale of old f(r)iends

Ok, so @blogthegreatrouge some time ago made this super cool AU, vampire verse, so I just needed to do something to show my love, so here is the first chapter of this weird fic.
Thanks to @honeymae for being my beta reader

Part 2 — Here

Suave was running….

Jasper was scared….

Suave’s heart was beating fast…

Jasper eyes were glued to all the red in his hands….

Lord Jasper wanted to see the forest that night, he had only left his friend for five minutes, and left Suave’s plain of sight when he heard some weird noises deeper in the forest, so he went to investigate. Lord Jasper has always been a very cautious vampire, but he wasn’t prepared for what he found that night.

–”Suave!! Come quick!!! I need help!! SUAVE PLEASE HELP!!!”–

That panic of his Lord’s voice, Suave was fearing the worst, maybe it was Eterna, maybe she was there, about to kill his little Lord, maybe his Lord was turning into dust this instance because he wasn’t fast enough. So many different scenarios were flashing through his head, each as as probable as the next. It was difficult, Suave couldn’t see in the dark, but that wouldn’t stop him from protecting his Lord, his love…. But when he saw his lord, a chill went all the way down his spine, all the red covering his Lord, over his clothes, over his arms….

Red was the color that started it all that night….


Long time ago, the Sun and Moon saw the Earth and felt sorry, Earth was a beautiful place, but no one was there, no one could admire the wonders that Earth offered, so Sun and Moon decided to give a gift to Earth.

Sun decided to create mortals, creatures that would learn to love the wonders of the light and Earth combine. Humans and monsters started to roam the Earth, marveled by the beauty that the light gave them. Sun believe that by creating mortals, they would learn to live, respect each others and value the gift they were given, the gift of life.

Moon on the other hand, created immortals, what would be know as demons by the mortals. By giving them part of the ever growing darkness of the universe, their lives would last forever, been able to see how the Earth would change, giving them so many new sights. But Moon’s actions had side effects, some of their creation’s weren’t able to stand Sun’s light, some others became mad and dedicated their lives to hurt the mortals. So many defects that Moon didn’t foreseen, but couldn’t change.


And so years went on, the creations divided and lived their lives in peace, until two immortals fell in love for a mortal girl. The girl was so desperate, her heart belonged to one of the two, but couldn’t admit it. So one night, without her knowing, the two immortals decided to spar, the last one standing would be the one to get the girl.

After a crud battle, one immortal turned to dust, the other stood tall, their fangs shined from the other’s blood, the vampire smirk, having defeated their rival, he would finally be able to be with their beloved one. That night, the moon glowed red, because the moon knew, the moon knew what was about to start because of this actions.

She went to the other clan, telling how she felt towards the fallen immortal, unaware of the just battled fight, so when the leaders heard that their child had fallen, a war started between the two races of immortals. A war that never ended, that is here even after so many years. It’s part of their nature, part of their souls.





–”Suave!! Come quick!!! I need help!! SUAVE PLEASE HELP!!!”–

His Lord was covered in red, but not only the red of bone marrow dripping from the figure he was holding in his arms, but also red was the color on the hood the monster was wearing.

–Suave!! We must take them to the castle!! I didn’t mean to!! I’m not even hungry, but something inside me told me to attack!! Suave, please!! We must save this monster!!–

Suave could see the desperation and regret on Lord Jasper’s eyes, Jasper was shaking, clenching to the monster’s unconscious body. Suave leaned down, and attempted to calm his Lord, yes, they must cure this monster, but something was fishy in Suave’s mind, why would a monster be alone in the middle of the night? Why was this monster so close to the castle? Maybe they got lost? Or maybe it was something else?

His questions would be answered later, right now, they had a mission, but what they didn’t know at the moment was that not so far away, another monster watched them leave from their spot, perfectly hidden by the dark.

–Good luck, I can’t help you now–

And so the figure disappeared back to the dark place it belonged.

Red was about to plague their lives, red would the moon turn in a few weeks, red of blood, red… red… The vampires learn to fear red

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STATUS: wrote as in the past / might return to someday

Being a prosecutor was interesting, he had to admit, and the amount of things he could get away with was useful. A piece of evidence slipped into his pocket for safekeeping here, a cup of coffee thrown at a trite defense attorney there. And through it all, he kept up a calm, suave demeanor. Everyone thought he was so cool, so mysterious, so handsome.

But was he, really?

(Well, handsome, sure, but he wasn’t cool - he was a failure. And he wasn’t mysterious; he knew exactly what kind of a man he was. Knew of the failing health, the dead lover, the dead witch he hadn’t been able to burn at the stake.)

He took another sip from his cup of coffee - his eighth that morning. Caffeine was a bitter release, the drug that kept him awake when he couldn’t bear to fall asleep, for fear that he would never wake again. 

No cream - he did not need to taint his perfect recollections with milky clouds.

No sugar - life was not sweet, and he knew that far too well to hide the truth from himself any longer.

Just the black, bitter fragrance of dark coffee.

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anonymous asked:

Why must there be so little realistic swan queen fic like regina is always a top im just taken out of a fic if regina isnt a bottom who probably cries after having sex with emma who is this suave top people keep writing ive never met her

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Nightclub AU

Alright lovelys! I’ve added a bit more info regarding my nightclub au. It’s all pretty vague considering all the wonderful little details me and @twink-trousers have come up with. It would be such an annoyingly long post if I were to sit here and type it all. (BTW she is literally considered part owner of this au with all the talking we’ve been doing, she has become my partner in crime.)



The night club au takes place back in the 70’s. Women, African Americans, Native Americans, gays, lesbians and other marginalized people continued their fight for equality, and many Americans joined the protest against the ongoing war in Vietnam.

The Silver Spoon is a notorious disco nightclub located in New York city. During the 1970s, disco clubs were safe places for minorities, homosexuals, jews, blacks, anyone who was oppressed. It broke the bounds of normal clubs, and allowed everyone seeking safety to have fun. The owners, Firewater, Mr. Grits and Twink are well known for being such an odd group. While they all take care of the place, when it comes to business, Firewater is really the head honcho behind everything.

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shapechangersinwinter  asked:

hi, sorry for the random ask but i wanted to let you know that i just read your "palette" series on ao3 and i absolutely LOVED it. your characterization of Alex is so nuanced and genuine, i believed every word you had coming out of his mouth as a Real Hamilton Character Moment. and the way you depicted the hamsquad's group dynamic, Laf's sweetness and John's fire and Herc's suaveness! incredible writing. thank you for sharing with us and i hope we'll be seeing more in this 'verse!

!! never apologise for a random ask as lovely as this, i had to hide under a blanket for a minute to regain my chill like an overexcited budgie after i read it. THANKYOU IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT. i love writing the hamsquad so much, especially alex, im glad that translates into enjoyable characterisation for other people too!

i’m sure there will be more to come! i’ve got no kind of plan or anything so it’ll probably all just be slapdash oneshots whenever inspiration hits, but i’m having a lot of fun with it

It's Only a Dream

Pairing: Nicomaki

Word Count: 5309

Summary: Elegant dresses, extravagant dance halls, formal dancing that takes your breath away; for as long as she could remember, Nico dreamed of the sensation of being swept off her feet, gliding across a dance floor that was meant to make unforgettable memories. But for Nico, this was only ever a dream. 

Note: A thing I never expected would exist outside my daydreams. Inspired by this. Dedicated to my fav rectumlord 8) 

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Whenever someone writes Harry as being suave (which is surprisingly common in Drarry fanfiction for some reason?) it always pulls me out of the story because this is the guy they’re writing as suave:

  • A very pretty girl with long, shiny black hair was standing in the doorway smiling at him: Cho Chang, the Seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
    “Oh … hi,” said Harry blankly.   
    “Um …” said Cho. “Well … just thought I’d say hello … bye then.”   Rather pink in the face, she closed the door and departed. Harry slumped back in his seat and groaned. He would have liked Cho to discover him sitting with a group of very cool people laughing their heads off at a joke he had just told; he would not have chosen to be sitting with Neville and Loony Lovegood, clutching a toad and dripping in Stinksap.
  • It was Cho Chang and, what was more, she was on her own again. This was most unusual: Cho was almost always surrounded by a gang of giggling girls; Harry remembered the agony of trying to get her by herself to ask her to the Yule Ball.   
    “Hi,” said Harry, feeling his face grow hot. At least you’re not covered in Stinksap this time, he told himself. Cho seemed to be thinking along the same lines.   
    “You got that stuff off, then?”
    “Yeah,” said Harry, trying to grin as though the memory of their last meeting was funny as opposed to mortifying. “So, did you … er … have a good summer?”
    The moment he had said this he wished he hadn’t - Cedric had been Cho’s boyfriend and the memory of his death must have affected her holiday almost as badly as it had affected Harry’s. Something seemed to tauten in her face, but she said, “Oh, it was all right, you know …”
  • They did not stop arguing all the way down to Snape’s dungeon, which gave Harry plenty of time to reflect that between Neville and Ron he would be lucky ever to have two minutes of conversation with Cho that he could look back on without wanting to leave the country.
  • “Right,” said Harry. His brain seemed to have jammed. He wanted to say something funny and interesting, but the memory of that terrible winged horse was fresh in his mind.
    “Nice day,” he said, gesturing to the windows. His insides seemed to shrivel with embarrassment. The weather. He was talking about the weather …
  • Harry was feeling slightly hot around the collar now; he was determinedly looking anywhere but at Cho.
  • “Harry’s leader,” said Cho at once, looking at Hermione as though she were mad.   
    Harry’s stomach did yet another back-flip.   
    “Yes, but I think we ought to vote on it properly,” said Hermione, unperturbed. “It makes it formal and it gives him authority. So - everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?”
    Everybody put up their hand, even Zacharias Smith, though he did it very half-heartedly.
    “Er - right, thanks,” said Harry, who could feel his face burning.
  • He avoided going near Cho and her friend for a while, but after walking twice around every other pair in the room felt he could not ignore them any longer.

Okay, really… just every single interaction with Cho is steeped in awkwardness. Someone please save this poor boy from himself.

Another really telling thing is how much of a hopeless romantic he turns into around Ginny, someone he’s known for years, the moment he finds out he has feelings for her. 

  • “There isn’t anyone I want to invite,” mumbled Harry, who was still trying not to think about Ginny any more than he could help, despite the fact the fact that she kept cropping up in his dreams in ways that made him devoutly thankful that Ron could not perform Legilimency.
  • “Harry, you’ve got a maggot in your hair,” said Ginny cheerfully, leaning across the table to pick it out; Harry felt goose bumps erupt up his neck that had nothing to do with the maggot.
  • “Ginny came in to visit while you were unconscious,” he said, after a long pause, and Harry’s imagination zoomed into overdrive, rapidly constructing a scene in which Ginny, weeping over his lifeless form, confessed her feelings of deep attraction to him while Ron gave them his blessing… .
    “She reckons you only just arrived on time for the match. How come? You left here early enough.”
    “Oh …” said Harry, as the scene in his mind’s eye imploded.
  • “Yeah, well, there was no need for Ginny and Dean to split up over it,” said Harry, still trying to sound casual. “Or are they still together?”
    “Yes, they are — but why are you so interested?” asked Hermione, giving Harry a sharp look.
    “I just don’t want my Quidditch team messed up again!” he said hastily.
  • Harry did not answer. The thought of that little golden bottle had hovered on the edges of his imagination for some time; vague and unformulated plans that involved Ginny splitting up with Dean, and Ron somehow being happy to see her with a new boyfriend, had been fermenting in the depths of his brain, unacknowledged except during dreams or the twilight time between sleeping and waking…
  • “Coward,” said Hermione, though she looked amused. “Well, it was a bad night for romance all around. Ginny and Dean split up too, Harry.” Harry thought there was a rather knowing look in her eye as she told him that, but she could not possibly know that his insides were suddenly dancing the conga. Keeping his face as immobile and his voice as indifferent as he could, he asked, “How come?”
  • Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. After several long moments — or it might have been half an hour — or possibly several sunlit days — they broke apart.

This dork is the furthest thing from suave. I can only imagine how much of a disaster he would be in Drarry.

may-darling askedTHIS. Oh my god: ‘‘hey i’m sorry to bother you but i’m trying to convince my friends i’m a sex god so can you please write a fake number on this napkin for me real quick’ au OMG THIS IS SO BRILLIANT I CANT. Cas trying this approach because man Gabriel and Balthazar are a pain in the ass AND HE IS NOT STUCK UP DAMMIT. But he is babbling and awkward but Dean thinks it’s super adorable. Dean all flirty and suave writes his real number down and asks for a date *heart melts into a gooey puddle* 

Author’s note: I totally loved this prompt, but it got a little long. Oh well, what can you do. ;)

“Have another one, little bro.” Gabriel insisted as he put another round of shots on the table and pushed one in Castiel’s direction. “I’m going to remove that stick from your ass even if it is the last thing I do. Cheers!”

Castiel huffed indignantly, briefly glowering at his brother before his eyes dropped to the tiny glass filled with clear liquid. Doing shots? Not something Castiel enjoyed. Noisy, crowded bars such as this one? Definitely not the kind of place where Castiel preferred to spend his Saturday nights.

“You might as well give up on that already.” Balthazar, Gabriel’s best friend, commented dryly. “Cassie here is obviously a lost cause when it comes to having fun.”

“May I remind you two that I’m right here?” Castiel snapped, by now deeply regretting his decision to humor Gabriel for once by coming along.

Gabriel and Balthazar exchanged one of their typical looks, only to shrug simultaneously, a gesture that undoubtedly said ‘see if we care’.

Narrowing his eyes, Castiel downed the shot, if only to avoid any more aggravating comments. The liquid burned his throat in a way that he would describe as ‘deeply unpleasant’.

“Excellent.” Balthazar praised before downing his own.

Gabriel did the same, smirking as he put down his empty glass. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it, little bro?”

Castiel didn’t even have the energy to come up with any sort of verbal response; Gabriel kept talking anyway.

“And that was only the beginning…” Gabriel announced ominously, cocking an eyebrow at Castiel; the look on his face promised that nothing good was about to happen. “Next step… Getting you laid! You’re twenty-seven, it wouldn’t hurt you to get some action every once in a while.”

Balthazar nodded his agreement. “He’s right, you know. You’re not getting any younger, and it seems you’re having trouble getting some, if you get what I mean.”

“That’s because I’m not looking to ‘get laid’ or to ‘get some’.” Castiel retorted exasperatedly, wincing a little as he quoted Gabriel’s and Balthazar’s words. “If anything, I’m looking for a meaningful relationship with another person with whom I can share my life.”

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Ok but picture this: Adam starts his residency ready to prove to the world that he will be an amazing doctor, but he can’t seem to get the grumpy nurse with the shaved head to show him anything but a scowl

(Turns out Ronan, the grumpy nurse with a heart of gold, is struggling with a constant inner monologue of “oh no, he’s hot!”)

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I'm sad got anything cheer me up

Don’t be sad! (⊃。•́‿•̀。)⊃ I got some ereri for you!

Eren let out probably the 50th sigh that day.

He looked at his phone and determined that 30 minutes passed already since he was last told to go wait outside.

It all started with Mikasa barging into his room and demanded that they go shopping. For what exactly, Eren doesn’t know as he was dragged into every single store in the mall.

After what would seem like hours, Mikasa instructed him to wait outside while she goes into Victoria Secret to buy some things.

Needless to say, Eren hightailed outta there.

Eren tapped his foot impatiently before deciding to sit down on the curb as he waited. His feet were tired and his arms were getting stiff from holding all those bags.

Placing the bags down gently (he doesn’t want to face Mikasa’s wrath if he ruined anything), he sat down ungracefully-

-only to leap up when he felt as though he sat on something.

Trying to pat down his behind and also trying to figure out what he sat on, he saw a car nearby and decided to go check if he ripped his pants or not.

He approached the black, sleek car with tinted windows and turned his back to check for any damages. Using the window’s reflection, he saw that he didn’t rip his pants or obtained a new stain and let out a sigh of relief.

But let out a yelp when he saw the car window rolled down to reveal a handsome face.

‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,’ Eren thought while his face turn red as the stranger gave him an amused look.

“Can I help you?” the man purred, smirking when Eren gave him a panicked look.

“Oh, uh, nothing! I was just using the windows because, ah, uh, I thought I sat on something and I wanted to check if my butt was okay,” Eren tried to explain, turning even more red once he realized what he was saying to the handsome stranger.

The man tilted his head and raised a perfect eyebrow before giving him another smirk. “Well, believe me when I say that your butt is more than okay.”

Ohhhhh lordy. Eren couldn’t even hold in the squeak that left his mouth as the stranger chuckled.

“My apologies, I haven’t introduced myself properly. I’m Levi,” he said, reaching his arm out the window to shake Eren’s hand.

“Oh, um, I’m Eren,” the brunet replied as the man took a firm grip on his hand.

Staring at the Levi’s silver eyes, Eren didn’t realize that he was still holding onto his hand until the man shifted his attention to somewhere in the car and let go of the brunet’s hand, but not without dragging his fingers over Eren’s palm.

Eren shuddered from the contact and almost didn’t hear what the man was saying until a business card was placed in his hand.

“Well then, Eren-” the way he said Eren’s name should be illegal. “-if you would like me to take a closer inspection of your butt to see if it’s perfectly okay, feel free to contact me.”

The man gave him a wink before rolling up the window and driving off.

Eren didn’t know how long he was standing there for, but Mikasa found him still as a statue at the corner of the sidewalk.

“Eren, are you okay?” Mikasa asked.

Snapping out of his reverie, he quickly pocketed the card and grabbed the bags off the ground. “I’m fine, let’s get out of here,” he said as he walked to their car.

It wasn’t until later that day that Eren heard the man’s voice again and agreed to meet up for coffee to check the status of his butt.

may-darling  asked:

THIS. Oh my god: '‘hey i’m sorry to bother you but i’m trying to convince my friends i’m a sex god so can you please write a fake number on this napkin for me real quick’ au OMG THIS IS SO BRILLIANT I CANT. Cas trying this approach because man Gabriel and Balthazar are a pain in the ass AND HE IS NOT STUCK UP DAMMIT. But he is babbling and awkward but Dean thinks it's super adorable. Dean all flirty and suave writes his real number down and asks for a date *heart melts into a gooey puddle*

OH MY GOD, I love this so much, you have no idea!