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yakkolicious · 1 year

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I am slowly driving myself insane. I am thoroughly convincing myself that Allan and Akari are an unconfirmed canon couple with the tiniest morsels of ship fuel that Papa's Freezeria Deluxe provides me. I've seen them in the dining room four times without coupons, more than any other canon relationship (romantic or platonic) aside from Mitch and Nick.

To unlock their Style Bs, they share one necessary sticker: Akari-mel Macchiato, where you have to serve Akari a Caramel Macchiato special. For some reason, I cannot see this as coincidental, since not only does the special need to be served to Akari, but she and Allan work at Papa's Mocharia together and a macchiato is espresso with steamed milk. I unlocked the special on Day 49 after serving Iggy, and when I realized that not only was the Caramel Macchiato the missing puzzle piece for Allan's Style B, but also Akari's, I leaped at the chance to knock them out at the same time. I bought my first coupon in my history of playing Gamerias and Vincent delivered it to Akari.

Now, I was just expecting Akari to show up in the take-out line, but then, I heard the dining room bell ring. I clicked on it, and THERE THEY WERE, AKARI AND ALLAN DINING IN TOGETHER FOR A FIFTH TIME. Akari did not have to bring Allan with her, there was nothing on that coupon that said she had to bring a plus-one, but she brought Allan along with her anyways. Alberto took the order, which I ignored in favor of preparing a Caramel Macchiato, and when they accepted the order, I received a sticker, the logo of the Starlight City Buffaloes, and after Day 50, there, I saw it:

Their icons together, silver-starred and presents beside them, containing their other outfits.

I am laughing like a maniacal schoolgirl. I am not OK, and I'm not sure if I ever will be after today. Allan and Akari rule my brain as king and queen. If one of them is confirmed to be dating, whether it be the other or someone else, I will die upon reading the information (/j). I have driven myself insane. Long live Allan and Akari.

#yakko yaks #yakko has a deranged moment #not tagging this as papa louie because i am unhinged #i'm actually not sure how much of this is a joke #beyond the whole dying part #that is #i'm a little too obsessed with my otp #papa's freezeria deluxe spoilers

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ouraniatm · 1 year

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there it was, the competitiveness any gamer would know. from the cocky words to crazed grin, cora was no stranger to them. despite the jaded expression, she was the exact same deep down - the thrill of winning was too good not to fight for. this was one of the reasons why she even sat in the same room with idia, for a chance to find entertainment while recovering remotely. with an opportunity like this, how could you NOT want to play games?! you'd be out of your mind not to do so! part of her also yearned for any possible excuse to spend time with her now boyfriend, but you'd never hear that from a hard stoned cora.

however, any good moment had to be interrupted by the thoughts ringing in her mind - did she even deserves this? was it alright for her to express anything, at all? emotions were difficult for cora to fully grasp on, hence relationships tended to be quite a challenge. cora's mind reeled on the drastic shift in their dynamic. she understood, now, just how horribly she treated idia, and how cold and cruel she's been ... not just to him, but to everyone. her anger towards him wasn't true, at all, rather just an excuse to lash out her own pain. the truth was, she always loved him...always had and will...how willing cora is to do anything for her past mistakes just to be there for idia, even if it means falling through tartarus.

shaking her head to clear these thoughts off, the vice quickly grips onto the controller as icy eyes focused onto the screen while customizing her character and its' car. while planning ahead would guarantee a win in any game, be it solo or two player, who's to say you couldn't loosen up with the rules, either? which stats you should go for or who was the best character to amp your luck in winning didn't matter, as long as you're able to take advantage of the course. with that in mind, cora chose her character and vehicle of choice with a smirk on her lips. ❛ heh, can't wait to see the look on your face is gonna look like, especially after all your trash talk... go on, choose the map, too. ❜ she lifts a finger and repeatedly poked idia's cheek, her own lips quirked in small but slightly soft smile...quite a sight for anyone to see, yet it's only for idia's eyes. ❛ tell you what, idia ... loser has to order delivery, and it has to be whatever the winner wants. how's that sound...? ❜

@crownshattered ... continued from HERE.

#crownshattered #hope its okay i moved this thread to a new post. text editor. all that stuff. yanno.#anyway i made it half cute and half sad ish.. in her head at least #BUT SHES TRYIN NOT TO THINK TOO MUCH OF IT. shes just happy to be able to play games and be more w her nerdy bf ;;#she just wants to be a cute nerd 4 him ... touches fingies ....#⟪ ic.⟫ rude conversations.#⟪ queue. ⟫ too busy to care at the moment.#⟪ otp. crownshattered. ⟫ cora o. & idia s.

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claudia-kishi · 2 years

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#magnum p.i.#magnumpiedit #rjs*: new #dream lover #mpi s4 #thomas magnum #juliet higgins #otp: you're a very important part of my day #ACTUALLY this scene was too much #before the ppl who watch this show via my gifs only this was in fact a dream #ok but literally watching this with yona irl is like top 5 moments of my life like #never have i screamed so much

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teafiend · 1 year

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Oh, But She Loves, Sweet and Right and Merciful

(Title taken from the lyrics to “Cherry Wine”, by Hozier)

Summary: Conversations on the edge of the night.

“How did you even manage to remain a priest for so many years?”

She blurted out as she came down from her high, breathing uneven, his lips still lingering between her breasts. He loved the spicy scent he tasted on her skin; briny, musky and an essencendefinably Kang Gil Young.

His tongue peeked out from between the prison of his teeth, licking at a tiny bead of sweat. “Hmm... because I didn’t know any better, and haven’t yet fallen in love with you,” he whispered, nibbling on her lower lip before dipping in for a full kiss.

He thoroughly enjoyed the blissed out physical ecstasy of his orgasms, but what he truly craved was the intimacy and connection after their lovemaking.

Those windows of naked moments when they were more open with each other, with less emotional barriers and physical distance in between.

It had been a continuous struggle.

While the both of them - and especially Gil Young - was always frank and open with their feelings, especially when it came to their pasts, it had been particularly difficult for him simply to take off the armour he had built up all these years.

Only the fact that he was faced with the one woman whom he owed everything to, his life included, which pushed him beyond what he was comfortable sharing under normal circumstances.

With her, every word was a confession. She was a living, breathing confessional box. He knew he had been granted forgiveness because she had told him he had done nothing wrong. It was not his fault. None of theirs.

What did it matter that he was still taking his own sweet time in forgiving himself? As long as he knew Kang Gil Young and the Lord did, he would arrive at grace at his own pace.

The Lord did not mind, and even if she would occasionally grouse, he knew she did not, either.

He sat up, leaned against the wall, and pulled her up with him, letting her sit astride him. She rested her cheek against his, arms loose around his waist. He tucked the blanket tightly around them.

“You know why. It’s the reason we are here, together. It was the right thing to do until you. Only path opened to me then,” he replied somberly, though he knew that was not what she was referring to.

“Was it difficult? Looking at you now, I can’t believe you managed to stay celibate all those years,” she queried, genuinely curious.

They had never really spoken about this, though her initial question was a farcical joke more than anything.

Their pasts were iron shackles which bound them together. The act of padding the sharp edges with silk and cotton did nothing to lessen the harsh interwoven weight it bore on them.

However, just the reality of having her beside him to share his burdens with made the struggles more bearable. The stain would always be an inescapable and indelible mark on their psyche and lives, but the lightened load was still a blessing.

“While certainly more bothersome when I was younger, it was nothing too vexing. It was also a part of our training and practice. Furthermore, I had other more pressing issues to focus on,” he explained, rhythmically stroking up and down her back, the action meditative and soothing.

“It helped that I had never felt anything for anyone. I was too emotionally closed off, and had no intention of remedying that lack. Until you, I was content with the way things were,” he added, a note of pensiveness in his voice.

“You were not running around having relationships with anyone all these years, either. And you were not required to live a celibate life,” he quipped at her, a small smile on his lips. “Now look at you, jumping me left and right. How did you cope before?” he teasingly shot back at her, attempting to add a dash of levity to their conversation.

She rolled her eyes at him playfully but conceded to his points, “You are not wrong, but I settled my own sexual needs when I had them. You couldn’t do that, right?”

“Well... I admit to breaking the rules now and then. It’s not uncommon for the clergy. We work at being celibate, it doesn’t come naturally for many of us. That said, it had never been a major issue for me, personally. It became a conundrum only after I fell in love with you,” he replied ruefully.

“I sleep better after making love with you,” he admitted, embarrassment clear across his features.

Her arms around him tightened imperceptibly, “Me too.”

They let those words sink into their hearts, silent except for their composed, synchronized breathing.

“I love your hair. I was surprised you kept it so long. I hope you will always keep it loose when we are alone. I feel privileged to be the one to see it,” he murmured, curling a few lustrous strands around his fingers.

She looked so incredibly lovely with her hair down, he could not help but entangle his hand into the sleek threads each and every time, marveling at its silkiness.

The many ways it transformed her from a tough and courageous detective into a highly desirable woman just by being unbound had always been a wonder to him. Not to mention how easily the image heated his blood.

He felt as if magic was weaved in every strand. It was an extremely old-fashioned sentiment, and he had thought it improper to put into words out loud. Until now.

While he had always thought of her as beautiful, he could not deny that with her hair down, Gil Young was a different creature, a siren who laced temptation into his very soul.

“It’s my concession to traditional femininity, I suppose,” she admitted, somewhat bashfully. It took his breath away, this hidden side to her. He wished to be the one to nurture and protect it, for once. Just as she was his guardian angel.

“Gil Young-ya, thank you for being you, for accepting me into your life,” he murmured reverently into her hair before tilting her chin up for a meeting of lips, tender and ardent.

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“Yoon-ah, is this what an ordinary life feels like?”

He seldom heard her with such vulnerability laced through her words. His heart ached at the grief in her tremulous voice, a loss he felt all too keenly himself.

“Hwa Pyeong said he wanted to lead an ordinary life after Park Il Do. Sometimes, I wonder whether I am attempting to do that on his behalf,” she rested her forehead against his, eyes closed.

“Were you in love with Hwa Pyeong-sshi?” he could not help but put into words his own insecurity.

She started and stared at him, seeming to search his expression for something, “No. We were annoyingly teased about it, though. It was not something which crossed my mind given the circumstances. But after, who knows. If he had survived, perhaps.” She choked slightly on the tears she did not let flow.

Yoon brushed his thumb softly against her cheek, catching the stray tears on his skin.

“You have to admit the chances of me ending up with Hwa Pyeong was higher than the thought of you and me,” she rationalized, blunt and to-the-point.

He did realise that, and it was akin to having a thorn lodged in his heart and mind, the implications of his own thoughts.

She held his face gently, not allowing him to avert his eyes as she pressed on, “But that’s the past. Both of you are my dearest friends, the only ones I have. Now, I only have you, and we are family, Yoon-ya. Whether or not we make love, you are first and foremost family.”

The scar on her palm, a physical reminder of that night, scorched his skin where it was held against his cheek.

Her scar had always reminded him of the stigmata, a symbol for the bearer of unimaginable burdens.

“For all we know, you might have been the one who ended up with him?” she teased, though with her normal sobriety, and he was pulled up short by those words.

He mulled over her words, pondering on whether any such potential might have existed, though given his background, a complete no should have been his first reaction.

He came to the conclusion that yes, his heart was full of love for Yoon Hwa Pyeong-sshi too, running deeper than they could fathom. Still, he could not say that the love extended to sexual or romantic interest.

“I don’t know. All I can say is that you are the one I am in love with. All I will ever want or need,” he declared softly.

She nodded minutely at his answer, a small, beatific smile on her lips. She kept her silence, simply burrowing into him more closely.

“You can be sweet at times, Choi Yoon. I love you too,” she whispered against his bare skin.

He took Gil Young’s right hand in his and kissed the raised scar. He knew she - they - had been lucky. The damage could have been more severe than it had ended up being. Even then, the use of her right hand was no longer quite the same.

Just like them, trying in their broken, jagged ways to build a life together. To find meanings to the tragedies which had scarred their lives.

He never could have imagined that this frank conversation between them would come back to haunt him in a few months time, bringing with it an understanding of what they needed to come to terms with.

The Lord had answered his fervent prayers that moonlit night in the sea. Their friend was saved, and survived.

#kang gil young #choi yoon x gil young #choi yoon #rare pair fanfic #KGY/CY fanfic #it is a bit funny to me how we ignored the canon clues for a possible canon ship in KGY & YHP #although the script was never serious about it #though even I feel bad for ignoring KGY/YHP because I ship them too #but sorry YHP. KGY/CY is my OTP #crackish #but this is a beloved headcanon despite the crack #posting just for the heck of it #rereading my own word salad #I truly love these two so much #Kang Gil Young X Choi Yoon #intimate moments #intimacy #intimate conversation

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lumienn · 2 years

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Ship moments where one person is being happy doing their own thing and the other person just can't take their eyes off of them >>>>>>>

It's such a special form of 'I love you' : 'I love seeing you happy, I can't get enough of it'

#there is SO MUCH of this between my favourite ships #and honestly? mwah. beautiful #I wrote this thinking about Rieul and Ahyi bc they have so many moments like this #but it works for pretty much all my otps too #lume talks

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lil-ace-of-spades · 4 months

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Filled an OTP meme sheet for DinLuke ( o˘◡˘o)

I based Din's age on the child actor's actual age (10yrs old) when he filmed the flashback scene when we assume that the event is near the end of the Clone Wars/Revenge of the Sith.

I think Din is in the ace spectrum, specifically demisexual. He's never really been interested in forming intimate relationships and is content with the familial/platonic relationships he made in his life. The thought of settling down came to mind when he saw how happy Grogu was on Sorgan but he knew deep down that isn't the life he wants for himself. It's simply not him. Then he meets Luke and falls in love for the very first time. He didn't know what these feelings mean at first so it took some time for him to process that the affection he feels for Luke isn't platonic. He eventually does settle down in the sense that he owns a cabin in Nevarro and a home he shared with Luke on Ossus but he still works as a bounty hunter.

Most of Luke's clothes in his Rebellion days were hand-me-downs since he arrived at the base with just the clothes on his back. He never really bothered with shopping for his own clothes, since he was busy and his friends were more than happy to dress him up.

Din likes to have his alone time. He can't relax in crowded places even when his friends and allies are around. He survived being a bounty hunter in the Outer Rim because of that. So it's usually Luke who does the mingling and the talking, whereas Din prefers to listen and chimes in with a few words when he has something to say or he's been addressed. It helps Din's social battery from running out too fast.

They're both great pilots and often race around each other with Grogu on either of their ships. The little speed demon of a son loves it.

Neither of them are the jealous type. For Din, he's never really fallen in love with anyone to feel that sickly green pull in his stomach. When he sees Luke getting along with people (some clearly flirting), he thinks it makes sense because Luke is a very attractive person but he's firm in his belief that HE is the man Luke will always come home to. For Luke, he's never had a partner that lasted long with the life he led in the Rebellion. He doesn't feel possessive of his partners because he knows he cannot own them. Those first 19 years spent on Tatooine (where he bears the name of generations of slaves and he is the first freeborn Skywalker to carry on living) taught him that no being deserves to be owned by anyone. He also knows that he fell in love with a man who would never break his vow to him. Also, they're both adults that went through so much before they met each other. They're both just glad to have met and fallen in love at a time when their paths crossed at the perfect moment in their lives.

Luke would cook Yoda's soup recipe and Grogu would finish the whole cauldron if nobody stops him. Din isn't keen on the taste so Luke has a version that's easier to stomach for non-green gremlin beings like him.

Whenever they're in public together, they act professionally (except when they're handling Grogu between them). When alone, Din allows himself to be vulnerable with Luke. His burgeoning inner romantic emerges and Luke reciprocates with all the love he feels for his husband.

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #luke skywalker #grogu #star wars art #dinluke #lukedin #grogu djarin #tbobf #the book of boba fett #mando #art #skydalorian #dinluke art #din x luke #clan of three #meme

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sockmeat · 23 days

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hmm Angel Dust you say? What if his boyfriend bakes him a cake for his birthday? Or maybe give the spider boy some massages cause god knows he needs some love.

Also hihi, I hope your day is great my friend!

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𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 710

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Angel comes home from work, you greet him with his favorite cake

(𝐀/𝐍): Helloooo my day has been going good :) I hope yours has as well!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Reader's still a hunk, some sexual talk, felt a little crazy and wrote some scenario (don't get too excited it's like 5 paragraphs), gave angel's bedroom a table so they wouldn't sleep on the food lol

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♡ Charlie had already organized a birthday celebration, but you wanted to make a more intimate celebration for Angel after that one

♡ Charlie's plan was similar to every other event she's planned, it had a lot of group activities, corny decorations, and a cake

♡ While you knew Angel would appreciate it all the same, you wanted to shower him with attention meant specifically for him, not just made for him and the general public (the hotel)

♡ So while the others buzzed around to get his party ready while he was away at work, you did your own thing

♡ The very first thing you did was pick up a custom sleep gown you got for him. You knew he'd love it because it was pink, dramatic, and had a tasteful amount of fluff on the edges of the sleeves and skirt. You also got a pair of babydoll lingerie that matched with it

♡ (^ Talking ab the one in that meme that's like "your otp" and one is a grandpa gown with a candle and the other one is an extravagant pink one but I can't find the image for the live of me)

♡ Then, you went to the local bakery and picked up Angel's favorite dessert, tiramisu, and some strawberries with chocolate dip

♡ You knew Angel would have had his fill of decoration and attention by time he got to your gifts, so you decided to let your gifts speak for themselves

♡ The celebration itself went well, just as expected

♡ Angel was pleasantly surprised with the party, he had a blast playing the games Charlie planned and getting drunk with his beloved boyfriend and friends

♡ The whole time he was hanging off you, whispering in your ears and asking what you were going to do to him later for his gift

♡ Of course, you'd just give him a kiss and tell him he'll have to wait and see. You couldn't just spoil the surprise!

♡ It kept him on his toes until the party finally ended and he practically hauled you to his room

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Angel sprints up the stairs and through the hallways like a desperate man, completely forgetting about his fatigue. "Slow down!" You laugh, but he doesn't listen. No man could've possibly felt as much excitement as he was in that moment.

You're almost blown away he was going so fast, but alas, you catch Angel before he reaches his room and slow him down. He opens the door with a bated breath and coos at the display.

His bed is made as it usually is, but displayed on it is a serving of tiramisu, a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries, and two pink articles of clothing. Fat Nuggets greets Angel with his usual enthusiasm.

"Baby," Angel whispers, letting of your hand and scooping Nuggets into his arms to look at the array of items closer. For a moment, he stares in awe. He only breaks his ogling when you wrap your arms around him. "All this for little ol' me?" He teases, bringing a hand up to your face.

"Of course," you hum. "Who else, if not my gorgeous boyfriend?" You peck his lips and hand him one of the strawberries. He bites into it with a delighted (and slightly exaggerated) moan, subtly eyeing you, though he could barely keep his eyes open. He wavered where he stood while he finished the strawberry.

Snickering, you come out from behind him, taking Nuggets out of his arms and setting him down and moving his gifts to the small table in one fell swoop. As you are, Angel scoops the tiramisu into his mouth and slides under his mountain of blankets. Almost demanding, he lifts his hoard and slaps the mattress next to him, cheeks puffed as if he was a squirrel. "I'm coming, I'm coming," you hurry yourself under and scoop your boyfriend into your arms.

Angel sighs, melting into your chest the second you make contact. "You're so good t'me," he mumbles. You smile adoringly and rub circles into his back, paying close attention to his more tense areas. It doesn't take long for Angel to fall asleep and begin snoring.

"Goodnight," you kiss his forehead.

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#angel deffo smiles at the end #angel dust x reader #angel dust x male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel angel dust x male reader #male reader #x male reader #male!reader #x male!reader #angel dust

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