Totodile… Please

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was thinking this is a fantasy au but it didn't disappoint at all

Dreams

The sound of lights turning on in the midst of the darkness made you close your eyes at the sudden brightness, knees digging through the carpeted floor with a foreign set of hands on your shoulders—to prevent you from escaping—and your hands uncomfortably tied behind on your back. You can’t see it but you can tell that whoever is in charge of restraining you, must hate your whole existence. If that’s not the case then how can someone else explain the tightened rope as if it wants to leave bruises on your wrists?

An arrogant ‘hmph’ catches your attention. Finally, something familiar. 

You sighed in relief and upon raising your head, you were met with menacing blue eyes looking down at you. A fist supporting the owner’s chin, leg crossed, red coat draped down in his broad shoulders, and oh boy, what a blinding golden crown sitting on top of his head matched with a throne and a cocky grin on his annoyingly pretty face.

"Kaiser, what the fuck.”

Loud gasps were heard coming from who knows where. You can’t be bothered by the audience but the fact is where are you? And why’s Kaiser is in-character of his stupid superiority complex? With you still swearing if this is one of his theatrics again and thinking how to get back at him, you didn’t recognize him standing up and his shoes hitting the carpet and-

“Ah.” Your chin is harshly grabbed, tilting it forward that you feel Kaiser’s nose bumping into yours as you glared at him. His face still has that plastered conceit that you see every day. The one that what he will do next means that it’s for his own pleasure. “Eyes on me, wicked witch.”

Huh, a witch? Typical of him. Treating everyone like some kind of character in a play made to serve under him.

Somewhere, in reality, you’re grumbling incoherent words in your sleep. Hair’s a mess as you toss the blanket off of you as you turn on your back and sleep again without a care. A hand took the discarded blanket and covered you as Kaiser had a teasing smirk on his face, poking your cheek as you slapped it away from you—your eyebrows furrowed and Kaiser had to stop himself from laughing out loud when you’re adorably fast asleep. “Damn….you..Kaiser…..”

He stifled a chuckle as you utter his name as he leaned in to plant a lingering kiss on your forehead. “Dream lots about me, ‘kay?”

If only he knew.

#LOVE THE AMAZED REACTIONS

“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

@kokokoula this one’s for u <3

I think I have a favorite k-drama genre and that is the "ragtag group of misfits who own a food-related establishment and do heaven's bidding on the side" genre

MAGICAL GIRL GUNWOOK

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ANOTHER PLACE: THE QUARTER QUELL

✑ pairing: victor seonghwa x victor fem. reader.

✑ genre: hunger games au, angst, fluff.

✑ warnings for this part: first person pov, angst, hunger games canon level violence, appereances from the series’ og characters, inaccuracies to the books/movies. 

✑ word count: 3.9k

✑ a/n: reposting this series because i love it and i hope you’ll really like it as well! please do send feedback my way and support my works by reblogging!♡

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 // 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 // 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

The first thing I thought when I saw him was that someone so beautiful could not possibly be deadly. It didn’t matter that I had already been proved wrong. Seonghwa was a Hunger Games Victor,  and he held one of the highest death counts.

Some of it also had to do with the fact that he was twice as charming as he was beautiful, sponsors rained upon him the moment he got to the Capitol. Seonghwa represented District 2, which meant people knew he had been raised to kill, and he was good at it.

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basketball star yuta! 🏀 HEART OVER HEIGHT 

scored! : l.c

word count | 12.4k (SORRY idk why i do this to myself either)

pairing | lee chan (svt) x female reader

warning(s) / includes | swearing, mentions of drinking and alcohol, food mentions (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, humour, university au, enemies-to-lovers au

notes | uh i don’t really know how game season works bc it’s not really a thing in unis here (?) so ;-; please forgive me for any (inevitable) inaccuracies hghhghe also this is my first time making a moving banner so shhh just ignore how bad it is gwhsha

summary: lee chan should really stop winning so many games for your university, because as the resident writer for the sports column of the student newsletter, you’re starting to get really sick of having to cross paths with him all the time.

a/n: happy birthday to my boyfriend (/j) chan who’s also a rat (derogatory) bc he never pays rent for living in my head 🙄💗 also just thought everyone should see this clip that kinda inspired this whole fic okay bye—

WEEK NINE.

You love writing for your university’s student newsletter, you really do; you just hate the person you have to write about.

“Stupid Lee Chan and his stupid wins,” you grumble, stomping across the football field with your notebook grasped tightly in your hold. Seungkwan kindly got you one with a hard cover for the new school year, because he will never forget that particular afternoon last year when you stormed into Wonwoo’s office and slammed down a crumpled sheet of recycled paper onto his hardwood desk, with LEE CHAN’S STUPID INTERVIEW #4 messily scrawled across the top of the page.

Something about the look on your face that day told Seungkwan you didn’t particularly care if Chan saw the title, written in all caps with a black marker. Hell, you probably wanted him to see.

Thus entered the hard-cover notebook so no other innocent sheet of paper would have to meet its unfortunate demise at the hands of your never-ending feud with the star player.

“Well,” Mingyu begins, easily catching up to you thanks to his long legs, “they don’t call him the ace of the team for no reason, you gotta admit that those goals he scored at the game were pretty awesome. Redstone U stood no chance.”

You hate everything about the soccer field; the dirt that gets trapped between the grooves of your soles, the occasional rogue ball that comes whipping at your head at light speed, the jock who’s currently waiting for you at the bleachers…

“Yeah, he’s a good player, I guess. But I think he let all the attention get to his head.” You lift your free hand to shield your face from the late afternoon sun, beads of sweat already forming along your hairline. Damn you for always forgetting to apply sunscreen before heading to the field, Minghao will have your head when he finds out. “Every time he poses for you while you take his photos, I just want to throw up.”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Mingyu singsongs, “people don’t throw themselves at him for no reason either. Plus, I think that blonde hair he has going on right now suits him really well.”

Your lips purse together as you swallow down a bitter remark about how you absolutely do not find Lee Chan attractive, especially not with the new hair colour he got done over the summer. Who cares that a compliment from Kim Mingyu, most-eligible-bachelor-on-campus extraordinaire, means you’re undeniably hot with a capital ‘H’ and the trademark symbol? Certainly not you.

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Klaus finding the Kugelblitz almost immediately, telling Diego about it, Diego dismissing it, and them both forgetting about it really sums up their relationship perfectly. True clown on clown behavior