You Hear A Slip And A Crash Before A Loud Scream Comes From Across The House And You're Trying So Hard

i already love choso as a character, but gege really solidified it by these panels. it gave choso more depth and showed more of his human side. and as the oldest of five siblings, i have mad respect for the things choso said:

+ choso being the badass person he is

dang he went from

she calls me daddy to yes sir, I'll bring too her home by 8

here me out, these two are related to each other:

i obviously didn't think much on it. i had just thought she was an inspector trying to expose and take down shindo ainosuke for all the fishy political business he's done. hell, she even took down and exposed mr. takano and this leaves shindo (adam) in a tight spot.

but what gets me is when she's in the car and the boss congratulates her on a job well done. that the job is done, but it isn't for her. the boss is confused and says, "huh?" as if to say, what more is there to do? and then comes this line:

what exactly is this "justice" she may be talking about? right when she said that sentence, my mind immediately went back to reki's old friend. it clicked in me and i realized that the two are related. i will go down with this theory even if it's wrong. perhaps the boy is his son, or sibling, or even nephew. who knows.

what i do know is that it makes sense for kiriko to believe the job isn't finished, because it isn't. she wants justice for what adam did to him, to make him pay and get the consequences. because, if my theory is true, how the hell are you going to explain the broken neck and possibly broke leg (and other injuries).

she wants to kill two birds with one stone, or in this case, take shindo ainosuke down legally for both his shady business actions and injuring people/underaged kids since she can't take him down as adam through skateboarding.

my hope is that, if my theory is true, that reki recognizes kiriko (or vice versa) if they ever meet and they talk and catch up. about how his friend is doing. how reki is doing. and what she plans to do with adam. and maybe she'll be the key to allowing reki to seeing his friend.

shopping au pt.two

park ilypo, taek jegal, and commissioner/judge r x g/n reader

warnings: a little bit of spoilers for commissioner/judge r, esp if you didn’t watch the last episode and tiny bit of spoilers from the manhwa, if you’re okay with that then ignore this lol. fluff. angst (in r’s part). if i used improper pronouns for g/n then pls pls pls let me know!

a/n: this is part two. if ya’ll missed out on part one, it is here. i honestly did not know what the heck i just wrote, like it’s still shopping, but not really lol. i’m so sorry for half-assing ilypo’s part, his character was kinda hard to do??? for some reason??? ooc??? i also went off in r’s part, that’s why it’s the longest. it’s funny bc i personally don’t like him but um yea. anyways, i still hope you enjoy it!

park ilypo:

he actually calls you right when he finishes his ssam-su taekkyeon practice, knowing you’d probably be finished with your club bc, stay in school kids 

“hello?”

“hi.” you both sound breathless.

“sorry, did i call you at a bad time?” it makes you smile to hear his voice.

“no, i just got out of my club meeting. how was practice?”

“it went okay, could’ve done better. i called bc i was wondering if you would cook something for me at your place? i hope i’m not imposing.”

your smiling over on your side of the line. but he doesn’t know that. bc if there’s one thing you learned about your boyfriend, it’s that he hates being a burden. he rather take things into his own hands rather than have someone else do it.

“i can tell how excited you are,” he teases.

“i haven’t even said anything!”

before you even know it, you’re running along to the nearest store, backpack and uniform still on. but you don’t care. a chance like this was NOT going to be wasted.

you grab a shopping basket rather than a cart for your convenience.

you are the definition of lightning mcqueen at this point, you are speed, zooming thru the aisles as you try to come up with what you should have for ilypo.

you turn the corner and end up running into someone like a bulldozer.

“ah, sorry. are you okay?”

you freeze.

he freezes.

both of you just end up staring at each other like 👁👄👁

“w-what are you doing here?” you ask him, rubbing your forehead.

he laughs, his eyes turning into smiles. “i think i should be asking you that question.”

and that’s how you both end up shopping together. it’s mutual shopping, talking and pointing at which ingredient would be good. which ones would be best. which one would taste better. which one was cheaper.

as you add more and more things into the basket, you start to struggle to carry it. 

without evening offering, ilypo notices and smoothly takes it from you and carries on walking as if it were nothing.

for some reason your face is heating up at the small gesture. 

ilypo turns back to look at you. “what?” he says obliviously.

“what?” you mimic, dropping your voice an octave lower and scrunching up you face. you stomp your way to him, pouting as you wonder why your boyfriend could make you fall in love with him more. all you can do is rub the top of his head annoyingly. and you swear, even tho he’s a bit surprised, you can just see his nine tails wagging gleefully at your petting.

n e ways, after you both split the cost, the both of you end up just standing there awkwardly in front of the store bc you just bought all this food. and ilypo didn’t come by car, he ran as well. and the walk to your house is far. 👁👄👁

all you can do is sigh.

ilypo on the other hand just rolls up one of his pant leg. grabs the other half of the grocery bags from your grasp along with his. and runs off. “last one home has to cook the food!”

“ilypo! you idiot! i’m the one already cooking!” you run after him.

by the time you reach your house, you’re covered in a thick layer of sweat. you’re out of energy. grumpy. furious.

when you find ilypo in the living room, you are ready to beat him up. but you short circuit when you see him sprawled on the couch.

you make his way to him, falling on top of him.

he groans. opening one of his eyes. “took you long enough.”

“i hate you.”

“let’s get cooking.”

“no. i’m tired bc of you.”

ilypo pushes himself from under you, getting up and taking off his tiger sweater and putting it over you. “it’s ok. dinner’ll be ready by the time you wake up.”

taek jegal:

he told you that he’d be back, leaving you alone in his empty mansion during your study date. 

as you’re about to sigh, the front door slams open and you scream.

you see him come in with his body guards, their arms full of bags of groceries. his? empty, he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty. i don’t make the rules. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“make me food, loser,” he tells you nonchalantly. as if it’s normal to barge into his own home with more than necessary bags of ingredients and demand you to make him “food.”

at this point in your relationship, you still hated how much he called you by that nickname. 

you peer into the bags. fruits. vegetables. snacks. meat. “this already is ‘food’ you loser. eat it as it is.”

“well aren’t you miss little smartass,” he teases, grinning down at you.

you both argue and have trouble on settling on which dish to cook. you prefer to make one big dish to share together while he opts for multiple dishes.

you argue that it’ll take too much time. that you’ve never even seen half of the ingredients he’s brought in. bc you speak broke.

he tells you that you have enough time since he has more than the typical four stoves. that he’ll help you cook with the ingredients you don’t know. bc he doesn’t speak broke.

in the end, you settle with a compromise of one of your favorite dish and two of his. in your opinion, you feel like it’s too much, but you don’t tell him that bc you’re pretty he caught on to it.

“nexttime,” you sigh, “at least tell me you’re going shopping.”

“why?”

you stare at him. “bc i want to actually take part in deciding what to buy. and bc i want to go shopping with you.” you murmur the last part, too shy and embarrassed to say something so cheesy out loud. 

you watch him get ready, pulling his aquamarine hair into a messy ponytail. this man is fineeee with his hair up, i don’t make the rules. like, the way his shirt rides up a bit at the waist, the way his arms flex under the matieral, sir have mercy on my- sorry i’m just going off at this point bc altho he may be the villian of g.o.h. he was a sexy one at that

he could choke you with his hair and you’ say thank you lolll

lemme eat you instead, you think to yourself

n e ways

surprisingly, this is your first time cooking at his place. and you’re so amazed at his culinary skills that you gawk at him like a fish out of the water. his mincing skills? on point. he even can cut an onion faster than it can make him tear up. you had expected him to be horrible at cooking with him being so rich, but you were so so so so wrong.

and he KNOWS that you know that he had you stumped. and he isn’t even trying to hide his big teasing smirk. you bonk him on the head.

ngl, you expected him to cut things up by summoning his megalodon. 

as you’re cutting something, rather fast too, you end up cutting yourself. nothing too deep, but enough to bleed. “ouch, i cut myself.” you go to the sink to rinse it off before grabbing a towel and putting it over the cut.

“lemme see,” taek jegal hums your way. he peels off the towel and examines it. he sighs. “just how clumsy are you, loser? bandages are on top of the cabinet over your head.”

“okay.” you turn away from your boyfriend to get a bandage when you feel something wet on your cut finger. you shriek as you look down. “w-what are you doing?!”

your boyfriend had licked your cut finger, blood along with it before sucking softly on the tip. “you were taking too long and the blood was getting everywhere.” he licks his lips.

as aggressive and merciless as taek jegal can get with his enemies, he was surprising careful when putting the bandage on you. you wonder why he didn’t show this side to others more. even tho you’ve been dating him since the start of high school, you realized that you barely knew what was going on inside his head.

“you’ve gone quiet. what is it?” his voice is surprising soft too, nothing like the usual gruff tone.

“it’s nothing.” you shake your head. maybe another time you’d bring it up.

“you’re such a bad liar,” he tells you, raising a sharp thin eyebrow.

“shut up, you loser.”

he erupts into a laugh before bringing you hand up to his lips, kissing the tip of your finger. “i’m your loser.”

commissioner r:

just like taek jegal, he goes shopping on his own. not bc he wants to, no, rather, bc he needs to.

about a month ago, you and r had a very heated argument to the point where he even was about to use his borrowed power on you, a non-power borrower.

“are you sure you want to go through with your plan?” you ask him, sitting across from him in the living room couch. it was late at night when finally he told you of his plans of going against park mubong and work with nox. you had your suspicions, but what he just told you confirmed it.

he only looks at you, which ticks you off.

“what if it doesn’t go the way you want it to? do you have a solid plan if it goes south?” with him staying in his quiet and calm demeanor, it only makes you more worried. r was the type to bottle and keep everything inside.

“i know what i’m doing,” is all he offers you.

you clench your fist into his shirt that you were wearing. “ok, i believe you. i’m just worried about the worst case scenario. i know how serious you are about this, and i trust you but-”

r looks at you though the slit of his eyes. “if you trust me, then there’s no need for you to worry.”

you frown. “i think i do. bc what if you die, i can’t help but jump to that conclusion. it’s like you don’t even care if you do.”

“i won’t,” he growls out, his patience beginning to crumble. “i can’t explain it to you right now, but i will when i set things my way.”

you turn your head away from him. “isn’t that what you always say?”

“then...then what do you want me to say?! that i won’t die?! i won’t! i’m not like you lowlife humans who all deserve to die!”

you whip your head his way, scowling at his cruel words. “then you must want me to die as well then. that’s what you want right? if you’re so bound on hating humans, then there really was no point in dating me right? It’s better to just kill me right? i could have have told park mubong of my suspicions but i didn’t! i trusted whatever you were planning! why can’t you see that i genuinely care about you bc i love you?”

“that’s what they all say, but i know better than to trust a human’s words. let alone yours bc in the end, anyone can betray anyone.”

you rise from your seat. “fine, let’s break up. that’s what you want, right?”

“shit,” he curses to himself, banging his fist onto the shelf of the store aisle, breaking it and making the items fall onto the floor. he hated his mind kept pulling that memory out of him.

“um...s-sir.”

he looks up to see an employee staring at him. “what?”

“excuse, but, if you keep causing such a mess, you’re going to get kicked out. this isn’t the first time.”

all r can do is set his lip straight and move onto another aisle. 

here he was at the store, trying to shop for the ingredients for the dish you used to make him after a long day at work. but now that it’s been a month since you moved out of your shared apartment, he was craving it more than ever. but dammit, he couldn’t quite recall what ingredients you used. he should’ve paid more attention to it. to you.

“do you think my daddy will like this, (y/n)?”

r looks up from his dress shoes at the sound of your voice. 

there you were, at the other end of the aisle with a little boy.

he watches as you smile brightly at the boy, nodding before saying, “he’ll absolutely love it.”

the boy shouts a hooray before turning his way to put the gift into the cart. “look, auntie (y/n)! it’s r!” the boy runs up to the commissioner.

you look up.

and you both lock eyes.

r notices how fast your eyes turn dull. he stays quiet. like always. before sending a small quick wave to the little boy.

“hello,” you greet him formally when you reach him.

he nods your way.

“hi, r! do you remember me? i’m naoko, it’s been a long time since we saw each other right?”

you intervene. “i’m so sorry, sometimes he can get carried away in a conversation.”

“i remember,” he tells you.

“r, r, r,” naoko nags excitedly, “i’m almost ten, can’t you believe that?”

he looks at you from the slit of his eye before looking at the boy. “i heard you were seven.”

“i’m almost ten.”

you whisper to naoko to put the item into the cart before looking back to your ex. “i’m sorry about that. we’re shopping for his father, my brother, who you met before, right?”

he only remains silent.

you bite your lip, what did i expect? “anyways, what are you doing here?”

his eyes open at your question, not sure if he should tell the truth or lie. “to...buy... q some food since he’s broke.” somewhere, q sneezes.

“no you’re not,” naoko skips back into the conversation. “i recognize those ingredients anywhere. those are what (y/n) makes when i want to eat that dish.”

“oh, are you trying to make that dish?” you ask him.

and so that’s how it ended up with you and naoko shopping for r. technically, it’s naoko shopping for r since he remembers all the ingredients while the both of you stayed behind to watch him enjoy himself.

you both watched as naoko happily walked through the aisles, collecting the correct items --and sometimes carrying too many in his small arms-- and putting it into r’s basket.

the silence was too thick. the curiosity to how things have been since the breakup is heavy. the yearning to just ask is burdensome between the two of you.

“how’s it going?” you ask him cautiously, not looking at him. “with, you know, nox.”

he looks at you, wanting you to look at him. there’s silence. and you don’t expect him to answer you at all. you just wanted to put it out there. “it’s going smoothly.”

hopefully it remains that way, you think. “that... that must be good.”

usually it’s you who would always keep the conversation going, but now that you weren’t dating, there was no point in putting in the effort. not anymore.

r insists on paying for both of his and your things, and no matter how hard you try to refuse, he ends up doing it against your wish.

to say the least, it was embarrassing, especially when the cashier assumed that naoko was your shared kid and called him cute and all the boys did was smite brightly and the other remained silent.

before you part ways, r speaks up. “will you come over and show me how to make it?”

and so here you were, in r’s apartment --the same one you used to live in-- after you dropped naoko off. you note that r had rearranged everything in the apartment.

you help him unpack, prep, and show him step-by-step how to make the dish.

he watches how you do everything and commits it to memory. he watches you closely, committing you to memory. bc he wasn't sure if this was the last time he’d see you again.

and when he begins to feel that the dish is almost done cooking, like when you just know when a movie is almost to its end, he blurts it out. “stay.”

you look at him from over the fallen strands of hair your hair tie didn’t catch. it’s your turn to stay silent.

“stay,” he repeats to you, much softer than the first that it almost gets drowned out by all the noise being produced in the kitchen. his gaze is steady and strong and unrelenting. just like you remember. you can see how serious he is.

and you wonder, does he mean to stay for dinner? or stay forever?

all you can offer him is a sad smile and the shake of your head. 

shopping au

han daewi, commissioner q, jin mori x g/n reader

synopsis: daewi, mori, and q wants you to cook something for them. in order to do so though, you need to go shopping. inspired by this 

warnings: none, just fluff. they were a bit ooc since i’m still analyzing them and getting to know them as a character. hope you still enjoy tho.

a/n: the reader is g/n, i was about to make it f!reader, but i realized that i didn’t even use any feminine adjectives, so if i made any mistakes pls kindly point them out (this is my first time writing an au and a reader that is g/n).

han daewi:

ends up doing all the shopping ngl even tho you’re the one he asked to cook (might do all the cooking too, you never know)

bc have you seen him? he cooked a whole ass five course meal for q for FREE, so believe me when i say that this man is more than qualified to cook

even before getting to the store itself, you both already agree on you pushing the cart since he’s the one who knows what to buy. it actually ends up with you guys alternating tho

you guys ever seen those young couples being so cheesy and cringey together? yeah, you guys are nothing like that. it’s just so calming to be around him and talking to him is just so easy

like: “and i kept telling mori not to --hey, what do you think about this?” he shows you something

you’re too busy being captivated by his voice and the story he’s telling you that you end up just nodding in compliance even tho you don’t even know what he’s holding up. like he could’ve showed you a can of cat food and you would’ve still said yes

i’m telling you, he does NOT go for the cheap stuff. this man be banking with all the part time jobs he took up. again I REPEAT: HE GOES FOR TOP QUALITY

you love it when the things daewi wants to buy are on the highest shelf. watching him stretch up to grab it is eye candy for you. 

i feel like he’s the type of man who’s a bit conservative. he’s always sporting that typical button up shirt and dress pants that covers his beautiful physique. you know what he looks like without clothes, but still, you feel like he doesn’t show you enough of his skin 

so i’m telling you, you are memorizing the way his muscles ripple underneath that button up, the way it hikes up and shows that hip to you and peep that v line and storing it into a jar for later use bc this man thicc thicc nobody can tell me otherwise

if he finds something he knows you’ll like, he won’t hesitate to put it into the cart with or without your knowledge

“hey, don’t you like these type of snacks?” boom, he puts it into the cart before you can say yes

y-you’re the snacc but you don’t say that

shopping with him doesn’t take too long bc he knows what he wants and doesn’t get sidetracked unlike the other two

when you get to the check out, the cashier (who’s a lovely elderly woman) can’t help but comment:

“oh~, are you guys married? newly weds?”

akjweualala you’re a blushing mess

daewi just blinks. once. twice. before softly smiling at the senior. “no, she’s just my girlfriend. we’re not quite there yet.”

you end up getting a discount from her bc of a promise daewi made with her

“young man, i’m willing to give you a discount if you make a promise to me.”

“of course. what is it?” spoiler alert: this man does NOT go back on his promises, he will go out of his way to keep it

“the next time i see you two here, i intend to see rings on your fingers.”

“deal,” he said without hesitation

cue jpg.you glitching

you’ve managed to finally calm down when you guys finally get inside the car

“did really lie just to get that discount?”

he puts a hand being your seat, turning his head back as he backs up the car. and then he looks at you. “who said anything about lying?”

q:

pls help this man. he cannot cook to save his life. (seriously, before daewi cooked for him and before he met you, this man only ate from vending machines, instant food, or if he was feeling good he’d eat out at a fast food chain)

this man is broke af, his account is always negative. how could you forget the amount of debt he’s currently swimming in?

so when he tells you he wants you to cook for him tonight, yk you’re the one who’s going to pay (even if he insists that he will do it)

when you guys are at the store, it’s a mess.

you never really believed that outdated saying of how men don’t know what to buy when they go grocery shopping, but see q choose an item that was on clearance over an item that was obviously better made you tick

bc he always. goes. for. the. cheapest. stuff.

you both end up arguing over which two similar items from two different brands should you guys buy for ten minutes

“q, put away your joker right now. there’s no need to summon your borrowed power over something like this.”

he doesn’t put it away, at least not yet. “i always buy this brand. it saves me money.”

“i’m the one doing the cooking. and will you pls put your joker away? you’re going to get us kicked out of the store.” you send him a deadly glare.

he puts it away immediately, knowing how scary you can get even as a non-power borrower. he always gets turned on by that. “but you can’t buy that (y/n)!”

you deadpan. “q, it’s only ten cents more. and the quality is better.”

“that ten cents could add up in the future!”

you sigh. “babe, i’m the one paying.”

with that, he follows you like a dog with a tail btw its legs. he insists on just pushing the cart from now on. he may look like a tough guy (which he is) but he’s a complete simp when it comes to his s/o bc spoiler alert: he’d do anything to keep you safe

you end up buying a lot of things for him bc yk his refrigerator is like a desert. plus, the first time you ever came over to his apartment, you were expecting a good healthy dinner (nothing too much) when he exceeded your expectations by making you instant ramen.

i feel like he’ll most like pull a cigarette out of nowhere in the most unconventional times

“q, what are you doing?!”

“taking a drag.”

“this aisle is highly flammable! and the store prohibits smoking!” (lol, do food aisles even have anything that can be flammable???) “ik you want to look cool, but i’m your s/o, you don’t need to show off.”

i firmly believe that he is a slow walker, trailing ten feet behind you, hands in pocket, as if he were at an art museum but i mean, you’re the best art he’s seen

yk how some stores offer sample booths, q will shamelessly go to them. bc if its FREE, how can he say no

will try to persuade you to go to the self-checkout

“q, we have more than twenty items. we can’t.”

“of course we can. i’m a commissioner, once they know who i am they’ll-”

you’re already on the move, pushing the cart to a checkout stand

when he sees the amount you have to pay, his jaw drops. how could he just willingly let you pay $62.98?

his jaw drops “(y-y/n), it’s too expensive. maybe we should put some stuff back. we can just ration our foods.”

“q, babe, i love you, but’s sixty-two dollars isn’t that much, pls calm down.”

his glasses glints, realizing that he’ll have to persuade park mujin to give him a raise even tho his salary has been cut more times than he can count

he’ll most definitely start to take notes from you on how you save money

on the drive home, you’re going over the things you both need to do at home to prep for dinner. to get the water boiling right away. to not forget to wash your hands. to-

you glance at him quickly since you’re the one driving. “what is it?”

“i’ll promise to pay you back.”

you laugh. “you can pay me back by helping me prep dinner.”

he raises an arrogant eyebrow. “alright. then i’ll also help you with dessert.”

jin mori:

it’s a total mess

even before you get to the store.

he just can’t decide what he wants to eat. how can he when his s/o agreed to cook him anything he asked?

“how about black bean noodles?”

“from scratch?” you asked. 

“yea? you’ll really make it from scratch?”

you shrug, smiling. “i don’t mind.”

“no no no no, i can’t let you do that. maybe some salt peppered shrimp?”

“sure.”

he’s just a mess. it’s been so long since someone’s made him dinner ever since his grandpa left.

getting to the store is also a big mess.

bc you guys end up arguing for five minutes on who should push the cart. in the end, you both just push it together with him behind you, hands next to yours on the bar, chin on top of your head

it’s kinda cheesy, and you’re getting stares, but mori has no shame!

one thing you’ve taken note of as you shop more often with your boyfriend is that he tends to hum or talk to himself when he stands in front of an aisle

is the type to tease you when you can’t reach a certain item. he loves to see you struggle and find a solution

“mori, can you get that can for me?”

“hm?” he hums, reaching for it only to grab the item next to it. “this one?”

you roll your eyes, knowing that he’s playing with you. 

he’s kinda like a kid. if he sees something that he likes he’ll bring it to you, asking if you would be fine if he put it into the cart. 

you’ll most definitely end up with a lot of things that aren’t on the list, but you’re fine with it. which results in a two hour shopping spree

if mori is pushing the cart by himself, i feel like he’s the type to push it in the middle of the aisle

also pushes the cart like a nascar driver, he really do be drifting when turning the corner. but he knows when to restrain himself. (cue flashback to his bicycle)

he listens intently to what you have to say, taking in every word and committing them to memory. especially when you’re telling him that when you’re not home with him, he should still try to cook up a good healthy meal to keep him in shape and grow stronger.

he offers to pay bc he believes that the best thing he could do since you’re cooking him a homemade meal

you set down some of the bags onto the table, mori getting the majority. he’s quiet, which you didn’t expect since he’s been excited the whole afternoon

“what is it?”

he looks at you. “i can’t wait to show you to my grandpa. i know he’ll love you.”

loll what did i just write. i’ll probably write ilypo and seungchul next, who knows

SAME ENERGY

Lucifer:

Also Lucifer:

The audacity

also wanted to add on the thirst post bc AHKSUWJAT

in case you haven’t met bokuto’s new stage actor yet. it’s my pleasure to introduce you to:

sakuraba haruto.

thank you and you’re welcome.