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um- WOW?!?! i love this fic so much? really had me feelin some type of way 😼

in all seriousness i adore kita & commonly forget he’s one of my fav’s somehow, but this was a great reminder

Summary: For your first ever frat party, you score quite the catch. Cast: Kita, f!Reader Word Count: 7k Warnings: 18+, minors dni, loss of virginity, corruption kink, mentions of alcohol A/N: part of @saintobio​​’s frat au collab! thank you @kiyownme​​ for beta-reading, that was very sexc of you to do <3

Everyone seems to be giving the guy leaning against the counter in the kitchen a wide berth, both members and guests staggering drunkenly into the kitchen only to clear their throats at the sight of him and quickly shuffle past. 

He’s not tall—not compared to the twins standing next to him—but there’s a different sort of aura surrounding him. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt and tight jeans, he still stands out, observing the party’s attendees with a surveying gaze. He’s composed, much less chaotic than the quarreling bunch around him, with his back ramrod straight, arms folded. He’s handsome too, all serious brown eyes, dark eyebrows, and gray hair tipped with black.

The loud, bickering twins soon exit the doorway to rejoin everyone in the next room, shoving each other as they leave. He doesn’t follow.

No one seems to be making any effort to engage with him and you wonder why. He looks decent enough, not like the typical fuckboy at these things, though perhaps that’s the problem. Something twinges in your chest sympathetically.

It’s not fun being an outsider. 

It’s not fun being alone at parties. 

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My First Year of College

tw: existential crisis vibes, school problems, heavy drinking, marital issues, suicidal ideation

my first year of college has said a lot about what’s best for me in my life path. my first semester i spent on campus, came away with a 3.57 GPA and got on the dean’s list. I made a few good friends and got to be responsible for myself. my mental health was a little wrecked, but who hasn’t been feeling that?

my second semester I came home because of COVID, but it destroyed the only mental stability I had. I am walking away with a term GPA of around 1.9; cumulatively that is a GPA a little above a 2.7 (i think). i barely did any work, worrying about my mom’s heavy drinking, my stepdad being away for work all the time, the weird tension in their marriage, and my siblings who obviously are confused. on top of all that the constant criticism from my less immediate family pushed me further into a downward spiral. this is the first time i genuinely believed dying is a better option than doing anything else (i would never attempt anything, but i’m not actively living either).

i’m going to try to apply to other colleges far from here & transfer, but paying for college by myself (and not getting support because fafsa is awful) is just adding to my negative negative spiral. financial insecurity is always a huge hindrance from experiencing anything, and i don’t know what to do anymore.

i make memes sometimes

please don’t come for me if this has been done before it’s like 1 am i’m tired :(

THE NOISE I MADE SEEING THIS 😭 SO GORGEOUS HOLY SHIT

She came to him with a broken heart; little did he know that fixing it would bond theirs both together to the hells and back… oh yes, i did that

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not a want. a need.

the world when you're with me

synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.

tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802

a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 

For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 

After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 

But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.

As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 

His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 

Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  

The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 

When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.

Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.

When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 

Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 

But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.

When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 

Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 

“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”

At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 

“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 

After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 

Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.

The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”

oh my 🤭

crying real tears of joy. this is exactly what i’m looking for in an pack based story

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Pair: OT7  x f!reader ; endgame ??? x f!reader  

Summary: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger? 

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au. 

General Warnings: ABO, omegaverse, alpha BTS, werewolf BTS. Ot7.

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Release date: October 1st.

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PLEASE THIS ENTIRE SERIES WAS SO FUNNY. THE FIRST TWEET? ICONIC

anyways i loved this and i would totally follow this account as well 💫

No plot, just shitposts... Y/N runs a secret service for the fans of Shiratorizawa’s Men’s Volleyball club through her account named miraclebby on twt; the fans wire her money and with her camera, she takes photos of the boys for them. Tendou Satori is highly suspicious of the account, though

masterlist

intro || he’s like a demon... but in a cute way

one || ok so he followed me back holy shit

two || look who’s stalking

three || do not taint my inbox with your words of sin

four || 11/10 would date

five || it is what it is

six || you had me in the first half ngl

seven || shirabu’s on our side

eight || proving y/n is miraclebby

nine || bitches going to fail finals

ten || bye

status : completed

i’ve been thinking about mattsun recently (what else is new) and i realized that he is a funeral worker after being in class 1?? i know in the US it actually takes a lot of training, an associates degree (at least), as well as a state license to be a funeral home worker. in japan they probably also have some traditions regarding funerals that may take more planning than standard american funerals. issei would have had to study a lot, as well as know traditional funeral services, to be a funeral home worker

in conclusion, i do not think matsukawa issei is a himbo (unfortunately). i believe mattsun is just really disinterested in school work, and puts no effort into what he doesn’t care about.

…how did he become interested in mortuary science?? honestly i have no clue, but this further convinced me that he would be a great spin-off main character. something is sus about him working in a funeral home and his bestie being unemployed (sorry makki, love you, but issei is your sugar daddy and we all know it 😭)

Mammon: I ain't got nothin' for ya!

Also Mammon: *does, in fact, have something for ya*