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A few facts about the characters of "Baki the grappler"

Characters: Baki, Hanayama, Katsumi, Jack, Retsu.

Baki

Food

- it may seem that he prefers something simple, but he doesn't mind trying unusual food combinations. According to the type of ice cream with French fries.

- traditional Japanese cuisine on weekdays and fast food on weekends. He likes to treat himself to a big burger on Saturday night. Although he will have to work hard afterwards to get himself back in shape.

- has a neutral relationship with alcohol. He can drink during the holiday, but usually tries to abstain.

Leisure

- you can't tell from him, but he reads quite a lot, although he can't be called a bookworm. He definitely likes manga and comics, as well as something light from Japanese classics. He reads to relax, so he doesn't want to strain his brain.

- he likes to play board games. He is quite experienced in them, but in some cases, fortune does not favor him.

- walking in the fresh air. As I said, he just wants to relax, so contemplating nature is perfect for that. He likes the prospect of going somewhere to the countryside and staying there to live.

Moment:

It was early in the morning, when the city had not yet had time to wake up. The young man was sitting on a bench in the park, which was close to his house. Despite the fact that summer had already arrived, it was quite cool outside, but the young man did not seem to notice this. Hanma has been visiting this place quite often lately. Perhaps it was here that he could fully relax. His thoughts were confused, like the thoughts of a man who had just woken up, he was thinking about everything and at the same time about nothing. However, he noticed all the peculiarities of his environment. For example, he noticed that the birds were calling to each other today more briskly than usual, and also that this morning was warmer than yesterday, but it was still a little cool for summer... He liked it... And he also liked to have such a carefree time... This is the kind of environment he wants to spend his life in...

Hanayama:

Food

is mmmm... He loves Japanese fast food. You know, quick fried meat in batter with vegetables and various sauces. Or udon in a small but cozy eatery. But he needs really big portions.

- he also likes traditional Japanese dishes, but he prefers not to eat them too often.

- Alcohol? He is an expert in this. It may seem that he drinks only strong drinks, but he is also very well versed in the lungs. Hana also belongs to the type of people who drink and do not get drunk.

Leisure

- naturally, he spends a lot of time in bars. He knows all the bars in Tokyo. And he wrote a review for each, all the pros and cons of the institution were taken into account. He finds this way of spending time very entertaining.

- he likes to play billiards when he has free time. And he's pretty good at it. Despite his size, he is adept at this.

- fishing. Ohhh, he's a pro at this. And how else can you call a man who went to a shark with his bare hands? But even in less extreme conditions, he finds pleasure in fishing.

Moment:

A hard day. This is perhaps the most plausible description of what happened today. There are so many issues that need to be resolved "urgently", so many people who do not understand what they want from him... It exhausted him. His head was throbbing violently, preventing him from concentrating...What was he thinking about? Yes, there's nothing to talk about.Hana was in the very state when a person's mind is filled with various short memories that have no connection with each other...And he didn't have a single sensible thought in his head. He lit a cigarette as usual. And he himself did not understand how he ended up where he is now. It was one of the idzkai he frequented...Heh, perhaps this really was the best option to relax. The young man sat down at the counter and waited for his order... and for some reason, he was already feeling better now. My head didn't hurt so much anymore, and there was no annoying carousel of memories. Hana waited for his order and to his delight, the food really helped him. In some cases, even such small things can make you feel better.

Katsumi:

Food

- HOMEMADE FOOD. To give Natsue her due, she cooks beautifully, so Katsumi's favorite food is homemade food. He doesn't even have a preference, he just loves it and he'll eat whatever they give him.

- he also likes strange food combinations. He is always ready to try something new, but he already has his favorite combinations. I can assume that this is watermelon and feta cheese or popcorn with hot sauce

- relationship with alcohol... Well, he only drinks on holidays, but Katsumi doesn't know the measure. If he drinks, he gets completely drunk. He doesn't know the measure at all.

Leisure

- bowling. He just likes this kind of leisure activity. And he became almost a master at it.

- he likes to sing and not only in the shower. Therefore, one of his favorite ways to spend time is karaoke. He might not be a brilliant singer himself, but he puts his whole soul into it.

- cooking. In this, perhaps, it cannot be said that he is a great master, but he really likes to learn this. He was already delighting himself with a couple of simple dishes. However, it should be noted that his dishes are a little overcooked.

Moment:

He decided to put himself under stress again. There was no other way he could have called it. Of course he liked cooking, but what was happening was terrible. The heated oil splashed in all directions, he spilled something on the floor, broke a couple of plates, and a mountain of dishes in the sink was waiting for him. Is it not a horror? Nevertheless, Katsumi was determined that he would cook this dish. Why didn't he go the easier way? Why didn't you just order what you wanted? After all, he could have asked Natsueh to cook this dish, why didn't he? There were several reasons. First, he liked it. Yes, despite what was happening, he still enjoyed cooking. And he didn't expect a good result at all, he just enjoyed the process. The second is his stubbornness. Is something wrong with him? So what, he will do it as many times as it takes for a decent result. It's a challenge for him. It's a tough call. He had to sweat a lot, but... God, he was really glad... The food was good. But as usual, it is slightly peppered.

Jack:

Food

really has no preferences. All that can be eaten is food for him.

- however, he highlights the Canadian cuisine. After all, this is his native kitchen. One of his favorite dishes is cream cake and "nanaimo"

- attitude to alcohol? Mmmm... Given his lifestyle, we can say that he does not drink at all. But sometimes when he can't sleep, Jack will drink a glass of tincture, but no more. Most likely, he will be able to put tinctures.

Leisure

- He likes to swim. This is an ideal way for him to practice and relax. Besides, he is fond of diving. (So it's ideal for him if he lives somewhere near the sea or a deep lake. This is one of his dreams.)

- he can play the guitar. Despite the fact that he trains almost all the time, he also finds time to practice it. His game is at the amateur level, but it's also not bad.

- What is it? Just like Bucky, he can't be called a bookish character, but he has a couple of bookshelves. Jack prefers little-known works by popular authors. And his favorite genres of books can be called detective and fiction.

Moment:

Quiet. It's late in the evening, it's about one or two in the morning. The noise of the city is no longer audible, only the quiet rustle of leaves and the occasional rumble of water. The atmosphere is wonderful... However... The young man had not been able to sleep for about two hours and it began to bother him. Instead of lying on the bed, he could have done something more useful with a light... well, or at least interesting. Reading was perfect. Jack sat up in bed, turned on the lamp, picked up a book lying on one of the bedside tables and plunged into one of those most amazing worlds that are considered fiction or a fairy tale, and call it fiction. Hanma was quite picky about literature, although he didn't read much. But this book was really interesting to him. Why? Perhaps it was an interesting plot, or curious descriptions of the area, or dialogues of the characters, or... Why guess? Jack liked this book because he could use it to distract himself. There was no hint of the real world in it. Not once in the entire book has there been a hint of problems that were in the real world. And the young man didn't think it was a bad thing. On the contrary, he liked it. It brought lightness, calmness and calmness to his life... Perhaps... A little bit of happiness...

Retsu:

Food

is Chinese cuisine. To say that he loves her will not be enough... He RESPECTS her. He respects her all. From dishes in street eateries to home cooking.

- Japanese cuisine is in second place after Chinese cuisine for him. However, he is extremely critical of her. Retsu tries to eat right, so he carefully monitors what he eats.

- does Retsu drink? Exclusively on holidays. But if there is an opportunity, he will refrain from doing so. He really doesn't like alcohol.

Leisure

- cooking. And he's a pro at it. He has been cooking since childhood, he has a wealth of experience and his knowledge in cooking is still being replenished. He read a lot of books on cooking and watched a huge number of programs on this topic. He is completely enlightened, as it might seem. However, he claims that he still has a lot to grow.

- reading. But he can be called a bookworm. He read everything from classics to manga. And this made him extremely selective in the collection of works. For Retsu, the book is needed not only to relax or distract himself, but also to rethink life. The book is a source of wisdom for him.

- he is fond of photography. And in this he is at the beginner stage. But he learns fast. He likes to photograph animals and plants. He also likes to shoot landscapes.

Moment:

"Yes, this is what we need... This kind of view definitely needs to be captured." This was the first thought that came to Retsu's mind. And the scenery was really spectacular. Mount Fuji. The height is 3776. And it's amazing. The young man was really happy despite the cold and the long journey. Taking out his camera, Retsu started taking pictures... huh... Amazingly... But the camera did not transmit even a tenth of the landscape... However, the footage was amazing. Retsu didn't have much experience in photography, he was still a beginner. How did he come to this? Why photos? Everything is simple. There have been changes in it. Let's just say his mindset has changed. The young man seemed to rethink his life... And I made a conclusion. He needs to slow down. Pay a little more attention to his environment. Watch the world more. That's why he chose photography. With his help, Retsu had the opportunity to forever contemplate what he had captured.

I don't think I'll pull part 2, heh.

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amaretigris · 7 days

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Hi it's Nina :)

Can I please request a Jonah Hauer king fanfiction please?

They have broken up through no fault of either of them, but they're still in love with each other so he encourages her to be FWB, but then he can't carry it on any longer because he just wants all of her

Hi lovely! Thanks so much for this request! 💜 I've been working on it the last two days. I hope you like what I came up with! 🙌🥰

(Sorry it took me this long, my brain's been fried from work 🥴)

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It had been a summer fling; all-consuming and passionate. Jonah was yours for an entire summer, and he gave himself to you in every way. There was no hesitation, and no inhibitions. Jonah took you stargazing and skinny dipping. The two of you experienced more love in two months than some people do in lifetimes. That's right: love. Though it was short, you knew it was true.

It was the summer before you went off to different universities across the country from one another. You tried not to let that fact gnawing at the back of your mind stop you from being in the moment with him. But as your time together dwindled, you became frantic.

"What will we do? How will we make this work?"

Jonah had no answer. It was no one's fault. The two of you were stepping into the newest chapter of your lives. On your last night with Jonah, he nestled you in his hold.

"You know I'll always love you, right (Y/N)?"

Tears dotted your vision.

"I know. I'll always love you, Jonah."

Of course you kept in touch at first. Jonah called you every night to ask about your day. You felt a twinge of jealousy when Jonah mentioned a new friend named Vanessa. You cried that night with your pillow clutched to your chest. You were envious of the people able to hang out with him; to experience him in real time. What you wouldn't give to have that back.

Eventually, the phone calls slowed. The dates that both of you had planned to visit the other got pushed back. The texts ceased. The dry ache in your chest was so, so heavy at first. You pushed it down further and further every day. He's better off, you told yourself. He's living his life, and I should live mine. Over time, the ache buried itself so deep that you hardly noticed it anymore. Life went on as it always does. It pauses for no one. You learned that the hard way.

The night of your graduation from university, you received an offer letter from your dream job. You had applied for it a month ago, and endured the grueling interview process. It was a photography job for an up-and-coming architecture firm. Urban photography was your specialty, and you reasoned that architectural photography wouldn't be much of a stretch. You would be in charge of the portfolio that is shown to the clientele. You could 'make or break' the company's profit margin according to your interviewer. You knew you were the right fit, and you couldn't wait to start this new endeavor in your professional career. Your thoughts momentarily fleeted to Jonah before you were carried off to the bar with friends to celebrate.

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Two weeks later, you started at your new company. You went through onboarding with a smile. Once the new hire process was done, you walked through the office with your new manager. His name was Sebastian, and he was a kind, older gentleman. Sebastian introduced you to some of your peers, and you smiled and shook hands with everyone. You were thrilled to meet your new team. Sebastian was leading you down the hallway to your new office when a man speaking to a co-worker stepped out of a door, directly into your path. You ran into the person's back, immediately halting your steps.

"Oh, my apologies," the man exclaimed.

Why did that voice sound familiar? No.

You sucked in a breath as the man turned to face you. You immediately connected eyes with Jonah. The rest of the world froze around you as you stared at each other for a moment, both in shock.

"Uh, sorry (Y/N). This is Jonah. Do you two know each other?"

Sebastian awkwardly asked.

"Yes," Jonah answered before you had a chance.

It was good considering that you didn't want to answer that question.

"Yes, (Y/N) and I knew each other in our early college days."

You bristled at his statement, and shook your head to snap yourself out of your daze. How, after all this time, did he still affect you this way? Smoothing your hands down your skirt, you smiled to Sebastian.

"Yes, a long time ago now. Shall we continue to the office?"

Sebastian glanced between you and Jonah with his brow lifted for a moment before turning to continue to the office.

"Jonah," you muttered with a forced smile as you squeezed past him.

Jonah turned his head to follow you with his eyes. You didn't turn back to look at him again. Not that you would after all this time.

"Hey, everything alright, mate?"

A co-worker burst Jonah's thought bubble.

"Sh - yeah. Yeah, mate, everything's good. You startled me is all," Jonah put his hand to his chest.

He glanced the direction you left once more, and turned to retreat to his desk.

Sebastian showed you to your new office. It was much nicer than you deserved; you were sure of it. But the whole time Sebastian gave you a tour, your mind wandered to Jonah. The years had treated him well. He only got more attractive with age, you decided. How the fuck was that possible?

Rolling your eyes at that thought, you had to focus on Sebastian. The rest of the morning went off without a hitch, and you practically sprinted to your car to leave for the day. Onboarding was only a half a day, and you really needed to pull yourself together before you saw Jonah again. It's been four years. You need to get over it.

You were due back to start the next morning, and you can't exactly have an episode every time you run into Jonah around the office. You have to be neutral towards him. Taking deep breaths and backing out of the parking space, your mind was screaming at you the whole way home. That night, you meditated, and tried to calm your nerves before bed. You would need all the help you could get.

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"Good morning, (Y/N)! Excited for your first day?"

Sebastian fixed you with a toothy grin. You smiled in return.

"Yes, very excited!"

The morning was great. You drove to a model build, and took a million photographs with different lighting and filters. Returning to the office just before lunch, you decided to eat at your desk so you could edit pictures. You were chewing your pb&j when you heard a knock on your open door. You looked up from your computer, and stilled like a deer in headlights. Jonah.

"Hi. I was coming to ask if you wanted to join us for lunch, but I can see that you're busy," Jonah folded his hands awkwardly in front of him.

You nodded, and looked back to your computer screen. Jonah stepped further into your office. Shit.

"(Y/N), I get the feeling that you're avoiding me. I know we have a past. I know things didn't end the way either of us wanted. But please, I beg you, can we talk about it?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Jonah was right. You couldn't keep avoiding him.

"Fine. Do you want to talk now or later?"

You set your sandwich down, and folded your hands atop your desk.

"We can talk now," he swung your office door closed.

Jonah strolled over to the seat in front of your desk. He sat down with a smug smile.

"There. Now I have your full attention. How have you been?"

You grimaced, pressing your fingers to your temples.

"Jonah, listen, I know we were kids. I know it was just a fling that fizzled out. We're different people now. Can we just agree to be neutral and professional towards one another? This is my first gig out of university, and it's really important to me that I do well here."

Jonah's smile dimmed, but didn't disappear.

"Of course. It was a fling, it happens. I'm only sorry that it ended the way it did. How ironic that we got pulled to two different worlds, only to end up back in the same one."

You shook your head.

"Right. I'm sorry, what is your position here again? I didn't hear Sebastian say."

"I'm an architect now."

"Wow. That's wonderful. I never knew you wanted to be an architect. See, how well did I really know you?"

Jonah hesitated before answering.

"I didn't even know I wanted to be an architect back then. It took a lot of time and self-reflection to find my true passion. I changed my major several times," he admitted.

You couldn't help but smile.

"Well, I'm glad you've found it. And I look forward to working with you," you extended your hand for Jonah to shake.

Taking it, Jonah shook it lightly.

"I look forward to it, too. Congrats on the new gig," he flashed his dimples.

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A week had passed before Jonah started flirting with you.

"What are you doing?"

You scrunched your brow as you asked Jonah the question.

"What? I'm talking to a co-worker," Jonah shrugged.

"No. That was flirting. You're trying to flirt," you rolled your eyes.

"I told you. Professional."

Jonah sighed and threw his head back in dramatic fashion.

"Yes I know what you told me. Neutral. Professional," he lifted his head back up.

"Come on, you can't tell me that you haven't once thought about it over the years," he nudged your shoulder.

"Stop it," you retorted.

"I haven't."

Jonah scoffed at that.

"Yeah right. You can admit that I made you see stars. I know you've thought about it," he lowered his voice.

It was your turn to shrug.

"Nope, I haven't," you replied with a sparkle in your eye, turning to exit the break room.

It was fun to see Jonah squirm.

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The flirting continued into the next week. Sometimes you participated, and sometimes you didn't. It really depended on your mood. When you were stressed, you were less likely to flirt with Jonah. Other times, you couldn't help it. There was no denying that there was still a natural chemistry between the two of you. Jonah was familiar.

One evening, gathering up your things off your desk, you heard your office door open.

"I'm sorry, I know I said I would come, but-".

You stopped speaking when you looked up to see Jonah at the door.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were Flynn," you excused.

You rounded your desk.

"You had plans with Flynn?"

"Uh, yeah. I mean he asked me if I wanted to go to some arcade with him tonight. He said other people might be there. I told him I'd probably come, but I'm exhausted, and my social battery is drained."

You stepped closer to the door, and in turn to Jonah.

"Can I leave my office, please?"

You asked when Jonah didn't answer you or move out of your way.

"Don't go anywhere with Flynn. The dude's a player," Jonah warned.

You barked a laugh.

"Oh, and you're not? Come on Jonah, I'd like to get out of here."

You saw Jonah's shoulders slump, but he opened the door wider for you to pass by him. He closed your office door behind you. The two of you walked in silence down the hall to the elevators.

"What's with you? Are you feeling okay?"

Jonah sighed.

"Yes. I was considering asking you something."

You stopped in your tracks.

"What? You know you have to tell me now," you crossed your arms over your chest.

You didn't miss Jonah's eyes dipping to your neckline. He sucked in a breath, and you saw his throat bob with a swallow.

"I was going to suggest an arrangement," Jonah ducked his head.

"An arrangement?"

He nodded.

"Only if you're interested. I know you're still pretty guarded around me. You've always been good at that. But, personally, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you started here. I feel we've been given a second chance. If you feel the same, I was going to offer an arrangement. It's not as big of a commitment as dating, but we'd still be able to see one another."

Your heart hammered in your chest.

"What arrangement?"

You weren't considering it. No. You simply needed all the facts before making a decision.

"Friends with benefits," Jonah grimaced, gauging your reaction.

Your stomach dropped.

"Really? You just want to hook up with me," you rolled your eyes.

You began walking again. Jonah's hands came out to comfort you, but at your sharp look, he withdrew them. He followed you to the elevator instead.

"Listen, I know how it sounds. It's just that, I'm not seeing anyone," he put his hand to his chest, "and I don't think you're seeing anyone," he motioned to you.

"It sounded like a much better idea when I rehearsed it in my flat," Jonah scrubbed the back of his neck.

You eyed him suspiciously before you pressed the button to call the elevator.

"There's no other reason?"

You questioned. Jonah shuffled his feet nervously.

"Do you want me to say that I've missed you? I thought you already knew that."

You stepped into the elevator as soon as the doors opened. Jonah followed you in, but stayed quiet.

"I'll think about it," you finally said when the doors dinged open on the ground floor.

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You made Jonah wait another week before the hookups started. You made it clear that that's all this was. Neither of you had any claim over one another, and neither of you should expect more. That was easy to say before Jonah had you bent over your desk after hours, plowing you from behind.

Everything about him was just as you remembered. His lips were just as soft, and his body was just as solid. You couldn't help but feel a little lucky that you got to experience it again, even if it was in the form of casual hookups. What you didn't know was that the handful of intimate moments were wearing down Jonah's resolve a little more each time. He always wanted more of you, but how could he ask for that with the way things had ended last time? He felt he had no right. You were quite emotionally guarded around Jonah still, and he couldn't blame you for that. He didn't know how to explain his feelings without you shutting him down. He was lucky that you'd been gracious enough to let him touch you again. He decided that he would take what he could get for now, and bide his time.

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It wasn't until one bright, spring morning that your presence was requested at one of the sites for Jonah's latest build. Sebastian said that you were to go and take pictures to showcase his latest innovative design. You agreed, and drove to meet Jonah at the address you were given. When you pulled up, he was standing outside.

"Morning," Jonah chirped as you exited your car.

You shouldered your camera bag. Jonah handed you a cup of coffee, and you looked up at him with a quirked brow.

"What? I remember your coffee order, (Y/N). I'm not a monster."

You laughed.

"Thanks. And good morning," you sipped your vanilla latte.

You followed Jonah into the building. Whether it was designated to be a home or workspace, you weren't sure yet.

"Whoa," you openly admired.

You stared up at the high, arched ceilings with numerous skylights. Jonah smiled, pleased with your reaction, and led you straight to the outdoor patio. Before you was a garden of all different kinds of flowers and trees. The garden path branched off in two different directions from the patio, but you could see that the paths met in the middle in the back of the yard.

Setting your coffee and camera bag down on the concrete, you pulled your camera out, walking down the path to snap pictures. You turned back to the house, since that's now what you assumed it was, and snapped photos of the lovely garden space with the building in the background. Jonah walked on the path opposite you, simply observing. When the two of you met at the fountain in the joined space at the back, you put your camera down, and looked at Jonah.

"What do you think?"

Jonah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's beautiful," you gushed.

"What inspired you with this design?"

You focused on your camera screen, scrolling through pictures.

"You did."

You paused your movements, and looked up at Jonah's hypnotic eyes.

"What?"

"You did, (Y/N)," he repeated.

"The house has skylights because you remind me of sunshine. They can also be used to stargaze at night, like we used to. The garden has two separate paths, just as we did, but they converge back together at the end."

Your mouth hung open, but you had no words. Jonah continued.

"All this time, you've inspired my builds. You're the reason that I've been a successful architect. My work has always been my love letter to you."

You closed your mouth, and shook your head, with tears springing to your eyes.

"Don't do that," you muttered.

"It's true," Jonah's hands reached out to grab your upper arms; to keep you from running, at least.

"You're my muse, (Y/N). You're the reason I've been able to channel my passion into my work."

"Don't do that," you repeated, trying to shrug his hands off of your arms.

Jonah tightened his hold slightly.

"These years, these experiences...it feels like a lifetime. A lifetime of emptiness without you. I ruined my chance. I had it all before, I was just too young and stupid to realize it. I know that now. But please, please, for the love of god, let me make it up to you. Let me show you what real love is like. Because I swear, I swear it (Y/N), I've loved you all this time."

Too stunned to speak, you tried pulling away from Jonah again. Jonah let you this time. You took off down the path back to the house. You were full on crying now, tears streaming down your cheeks. You shouldn't have come here. You should've made up some excuse.

Jonah followed you, and let you slip your camera back into your bag. When you tried to grab it to leave, he grabbed your wrist.

"(Y/N), please," he uttered before you turned on him.

"Stop it, Jonah. Just stop it," you barked at him.

Jonah dropped your wrist, but didn't move otherwise.

"I mourned, you know. I mourned the loss of you, and the loss of our life together," you poked your finger into his chest.

"I won't do it again," you croaked.

Your throat was tight with tears.

"You won't have to," Jonah eased his hand around yours.

"I can promise you that you won't have to mourn for us again. It didn't matter what I did, or who I was with; I thought of you every single day. And back then, I didn't know what to do. You had your new life in front of you. I didn't want to hold you back. But it took that time apart for me to realize that you are my life, (Y/N). The only version of my life worth living is with you."

"How do I know this is real?"

"You think it's a coincidence that you ended up here?"

Your eyes shot to Jonah's.

"No," he shook his head.

"All staff is involved in the hiring process, (Y/N). Our managers show us every potential hire, and gather our input. I pushed for you to be here. It wasn't hard to convince the others."

You closed your eyes, shaking your head now.

"What? No, that can't be right."

"It is. Ask anyone. You were a strong candidate because of your resume, but our vote was the reason you were hired right out of university. I knew that we were destined to make our way back to each other. I just didn't know how, until you fell into my lap again."

You looked down at Jonah's chest, whimpering.

"I can't. I can't do it again. It almost killed me the first time."

"I know," Jonah snaked his arms around you.

"Me too, love. It won't happen like that again, I promise," he whispered.

You leaned into his chest, giving into his warmth. You didn't have much to lose, you reasoned. You'd already lost him once before, and the crater left in your world affected you to this very day. Which was better: to risk it all again, or deal with the loss? Your heart knew the answer before you spoke it.

"What happens if I say yes?"

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melishade · 1 month

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Number 39?

This ask game

TFP Kids timeline. Just them stealing stuff. The prequel to this

"Do we really need to steal oil and salt?" Jack demanded as they found themselves in front of a really fancy kitchen in Wall Sina.

"We'll be in and out before anyone notices we're gone," Rafael reassured as he tried to pick the lock with some metal picks.

"I'm 90% sure that we can just make salt," Jack reasoned.

"Making salt is a lot of work," Rafael retorted before sighing in defeat, "Miko, help."

"Besides, this is just more fun." Miko took the metal picks from Rafael and began to pick the lock herself.

"You guys are really doing too much," Jack grumbled, "If we get caught, we're going to get in trouble."

"It's not like we haven't before," Miko retorted.

"Miko, we're practically aliens on a foreign planet with people who no doubt have it out for us," Jack reminded.

"What? Like Yelena?" Rafael asked.

Jack shuddered at the name. "She creeps me out."

"She creeps all of us out, Jack," Miko retorted, "Any time monkey brain is brought up, it looks likes she fantasizing about-!"

"The fuck are you kids doing here?" All three snapped their heads towards...someone different than what they were expecting. It was a middle aged man wearing a dark trench coat and a dark hat.

Miko narrowed her eyes at the man, who looked...oddly familiar. "Better question is: are you a narc?"

"The hell is a narc?" the man demanded.

"Are you going to snitch on us?" Rafael elaborated a little bit.

The man hummed at the thought. "Depends on what I get."

"Whatever's behind this door," Rafael gestured to the door.

"Are you two seriously about to wrap someone else up, that you don't know, into your crimes?!" Jack demanded.

"Hey, Jack, you're complicit in this," Miko reminded before grinning, "We're doing crimes together. Join us and pick the lock."

Jack tapped his foot impatiently before groaning in frustration. "Give it here."

"Yes!" Miko cheered before handing Jack the picks. The oldest of the trio grumbled in frustration as he began to pick the locks.

"What brings you here?" Rafael asked the man.

"Following tall ass bowl cut," the man answered, "Then I found you three."

"Are you a hired P.I.?" Rafael asked with curiosity.

"P.I.?" the man asked.

"Private investigator," Rafael clarified.

"Something to that effect," the man answered with a shrugged, "Although it was either do this or face certain death."

"You a famous homicidal murderer?" Miko asked.

"I don't want to know the answer to that!" Jack exclaimed as he continued picking the lock.

"Listen to your friend," the man ordered.

"Aw c'mon, we've all murdered some people," Miko reassured.

"I haven't murdered anyone," Rafael recalled.

"We left someone to die," Miko reminded, "That's a fate worse than death."

"You're seriously letting fate decide if someone dies?" The man questioned.

"Ah, so you have killed someone?" Miko smirked, "Because a man who hasn't killed wouldn't be saying it so casual like that."

"Oh my god, shut up all of you!" Jack ordered before he heard a click. The eldest pushed the door open, and all four were met with the sight of luxury foods and rare items.

"Yes, we've hit the motherload!" Miko rubbed her hands together.

"I can't believe we've been reduced to getting excited over something as simple as salt and oil," Rafael sighed.

"You're telling me you don't miss fried food?" Miko raised an eyebrow.

"I do," Rafael said as he walked past Jack, "I just think that it sucks."

"Let's just grab what we need and go," Jack declared as he stood up and he and Miko walked inside.

"Wait! What about-?!" All three snapped their heads to the man opening up a cabinet and grabbing a bottle of wine. He looked back at them with a neutral expression.

"I ain't a narc," the man declared before walking out the room. All three peered their heads out the door, but the man was already gone.

"Doesn't he kind of look familiar?" Miko asked the others, "He kind of looks like Levi."

Rafael thought it over. "A little bit, yeah."

"Guys. Stuff. Now." Jack pointed inside.

"Yes! Potato chips and crime!" Miko cheered.

(I know Kenny is not referenced by name, I just thought it would be funny if the kids and him crossed paths and they didn't know. Anyway 43 has been asked, the rest is free game.)

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nyaniikat · 1 year

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Hot fucking day

Male reader

Fem aligned DNI

Masterlist

I may make a part 2 aaa

This took so long because my brain is fried from studies

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The heat from the sun was really getting to the both of you. Katsuki kept walking around wiping the pools amount of sweat coming from his body. His body being sweaty was hot to you but good god you really wanted to kill the sun today. The AC was broken so you were both waiting for the repairman to come by to fix it.

"NGAAAAHH IM GONNA GO PATROL"

"Eh? But isn't it your day off today?"

"I KNOW BUT I CAN'T FUCKING SIT STILL WITH THE DAMN SUN BEING A PIECE OF SHIT"

"Alright alright I'm coming with you though just in case you explode in some random person's face."

Katsuki- or well Dynamite was blasting away in the sky, you on the other hand, following him on the ground keeping an eye out for any suspicious fellows. Turns out it was a good idea for the both of you to go out for patrol, apparently, there have been some villains running and there weren't any nearby heroes around the area.

You put your hand up to your earpiece

"Dynamite! I've spotted two of the five villains from the robbery! They're heading inside a van possibly with the rest of the goods, other people might be in there so be careful!"

"Got that, you move out any civilians that are going to get in my way."

You suddenly see Dynamite zoom past you going after the van whilst you, on the other hand, moved all the nearby civilians out of the way in case the villains decide to take any as hostages. You really didn't feel like negotiating over people today but thankfully you had Dynamite on your side so the job should be done nice and quick. You watched from a distance seeing him blast the hell out of the villains, a few police cars pull up and Dynamite's sidekicks came by looking panicked

" h/n! (hero name) we are incredibly sorry for being late! we were not aware that the two of you would be out today."

"Ah no worries, your boss there just wanted to patrol since he couldn't sit still due to the heat. I'm just here to monitor him so he doesn't go nuts by himself. Go and deal with the police on our behalf please~ I need to go check on Dynamite"

"Yes sir!"

You get a text message from the repair man that they fixed the AC. Jogging over to where your lovely hot head is, you waved at him making him notice you so he started walking towards you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Those little shits thought they could try to hit me!"

"Mhm"

"COME WE'RE GONNA GO FIND MORE GUYS TO KILL"

And before Dynamite could run off you pulled him by the back of his mask to stop him from going somewhere.

"THE FUCK LET ME GO??"

"Nu-uh mister a few beat ups is good enough for today, besides we're supposed to be on break and I do not want to be fighting Villains unless it's an emergency. Plus our AC just got fixed and I overheard the sidekicks say that a certain squad is going to come soon to assist."

"OH FUCKKK NO I DO NOT-"

"DY~NA~MITEEE~"

The both of you turned and saw Pinky skipping towards you two with the gang, before they could even get to the both of you Dynamite pulled you by the back of your shirt and started to run away in result pissing you off as you weren't a big fan being dragged.

Sitting on his knees and head lowered

"I'm sorry for dragging you.."

"And??"

"I'm also not sorry for saying hi to our friends"

"Please text them a sorry, it's rude to just leave like that"

A 'tch' was heard as Katsuki looked up at you, of course, you were weak for this man. I mean he is your husband after all you can't exactly get mad at him properly unless you really need to.

"Come, let's go take a shower and change into something comfortable"

Katsuki excitedly stood up with a stupid smile on his face, feeling relief that you weren't too angry at him. Grabbing your hand you both head to the showers to cool off and get all the sweat off.

Cuddled up on the couch, with Katsuki's beefy ass arm around you. You were giving kisses on Katsukis's neck as he played with your hair. Small moans left his lips as you softly nibbled on his neck, wanting to hear more of him you bit down hearing him moan louder. He looked down at you with a flustered look on his face.

"C-can you take care of me in the bedroom?"

"Ehhh~ why do that when the couch is a perfect place to fuck you good?"

He couldn't deny how much that turned him on, he wanted more and more. So he caved in and let you take control of him, just like how you took control of him every time he asks for you to take care of him.

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thesakuragarnet · 7 months

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Touch-Starved

Summary: What does the hero do when the villain collapses?

Tags: s3xual tension, swearing, first kiss, sickfic, hurt/comfort, DabiHawks, Pre-Paranormal Liberation War Arc, enemies to lovers, Dabi-typical body horror and blood

Word Count: 2,904 words

AO3 link

Dabi never canceled. No matter what. He couldn’t let trivial things get in the way of his plans, and, in his eyes, that included his health. He didn’t care that he was running late; he would find some sort of excuse. In truth, he was walking as fast as he could; everything felt like Hell. He was supposed to change out his staples last night, but he didn’t have the energy or the stamina. He was pretty sure Twice had given the entire League the flu, as everyone in the hideout slowly developed the same symptoms. Dabi never really got sick; his immune system had to be rock solid given his condition. If it were any lesser, he’d be long dead. He always kept up with his surgical staples, changing them out before anything got infected. In the back of his mind, if he didn’t change and clean them tonight, he feared the worst would happen.

Hawks checks his watch as he waits in the dark warehouse, wondering where his villain contact is lurking. He looks up and sighs, preparing to turn and fly back out of the skylight, when a harsh creak of a door echoes through the building. Dabi is in his normal disguise: a dark pullover hoodie zipped up all the way with dark aviator shades.

“And I thought you weren’t gonna show,” Hawks smiles cheekily before registering the difference in Dabi’s normal demeanor. His gait is slightly slower, and his eyes seem a little droopier than usual.

"You feeling okay?" The hero asks cautiously, putting his hands in his pockets. Dabi doesn't answer, which is unusual. Hawks expected some snarky comment or backhanded insult. The villain remains silent, and he ever so slightly starts to sway.

"Over...sl....slept," Dabi lies between jagged breaths, barely getting the last word out before Hawks realizes his knees are buckling beneath him.

"Whoa, whoa!" Hawks exclaims as his feathers swiftly stop Dabi's head from cracking against the concrete floor. He hesitantly steps toward him, wary that this is some kind of ruse. However, Dabi is unconscious, weakly shivering. Something in the back of Hawks' brain whispers. This is the chance to get one of Japan's worst villains off the streets for good . He could kill him and leave him here. The Commission would want that. It'd be so easy in his frail state. Hawks' brain swirls between listening to the voice of his superior in his head and following what his heart compels him to do.

...

Dabi slowly opens his eyes to find himself on a couch covered in a thin blanket with a cold rag on his forehead.

"Ah! You're alive!" Hawks' chipper voice assaults his ears as the Pro Hero suddenly materializes beside him, staring down at him like he's some museum exhibit.

"Where the fuck am I?" Dabi croaks, his voice coming out raspier than usual.

"My apartment. You passed out on me, Dabs. I was worried I was gonna have to drag your ass to the villain hospital," Hawks chuckles, but his words make Dabi's blood run cold.

"You wouldn't dare ," Dabi seethes, feeling his Quirk activate at the mere thought of it. That would make this entire plan fall to pieces. They'd take his blood. They'd trace him back to Endeavor. It would ruin everything .

"I wanna stay on your good side, man. Of course I wouldn't do that to you," Hawks replies, oblivious to the wrath he just incited within his colleague. Before Dabi can respond, he feels a dull wave of nausea and dizziness sweep through his body, making his vision blur. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to breathe through his nose. Normally, he can't feel pain. His nerves are all fried and dulled. Everything feels muted and faint to him. It has been since he woke up from his coma after Sekoto Peak. Whatever Twice had spread around the League was strong . Still. He needs to change out the staples. At least the ones on his back. He pulled some of them when he made a run with the League last week. If he didn't replace them, he'd risk going septic. Unfortunately, he's quickly realizing he won't be able to do that by himself in this state.

“Fuck,” He mutters under his breath, feeling anxiety bubble up in the pit of his stomach. He’d brought a bag of supplies with him; he’d been planning on changing them out on the way back…if he made it that far. Suddenly, he feels the rag disappear and warm, soft skin replaces it on his forehead; he flinches, eyes snapping open when he realizes Hawks is feeling him for a fever.

“You’re not quite burnin’ up, but I don’t know exactly how your Quirk impacts body temperature,” Hawks murmurs absentmindedly as he pulls the back of his palm away from Dabi. The touch was gentle. It was genuine concern. Dabi hadn’t felt such a thing since before his accident. Someone caring after him. His mouth is suddenly dry, and he can’t find the words.

“You coulda told me you were sick. I wouldn’t have minded postponing our meeting,” Hawks points out, a touch of empathy in his voice. Dabi wrestles with the notion of whether his empathy is from his hero routine or from authentic compassion. They’d had a weird relationship ever since Dabi recruited him. There was an uneasy tension between the two. It had gathered at an all-time high the night of the Nomu attack in Kyushu when Hawks held a blade to his throat. But…this wasn’t the same Hawks that he met in that warehouse months ago. There was no cold-blooded, mistrustful stare…only worry…only tender warmth in his eyes. Dabi averts his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He can see his bag sitting on a red nest chair in the corner of the living room. Could he trust him to do this? Another shock of pain ebbs through Dabi's body, and he winces. He doesn't want to ask him for help. The mere thought is making his stomach churn even more. Hawks could easily kill him. He's literally giving him the opportunity to stab him in the back. The villain takes a deep, shuddering breath as he slowly sits up, ignoring the haze in his vision from the movement.

"Bag," He demands without elaboration, pointing to the pack, and Hawks raises an eyebrow before complying. Without a word, Dabi carefully slips off his hoodie, and Hawks' eyes widen as he takes in Dabi's surprisingly toned form. The villain gets on his knees and turns around so that his back faces the hero.

"I...I need you to change out the ones on the top part of my back," Dabi mumbles, hating that he has to even say it out loud. It feels pathetic. It takes a minute for Hawks to register just exactly what the villain is asking, but, when the lightbulb goes off in his head, he kicks off his shoes and gets on the couch, kneeling to face him as he unzips the pack. Carefully, he pulls out a pair of hemostats, a pack of gauze, a loaded surgical staple gun, and a water bottle filled with a clear bubbling liquid labeled "ANTISEPTIC". The hero blinks. It feels like a setup. Maybe some sort of test. There's no reason why the villain should trust him...unless it's truly a life-and-death situation that he's in no shape to handle himself. His eyes scan Dabi's back, lighting up in recognition when he sees the slightly pulled staples on the top of the scar line. There's ten of them.

"You want somethin' to bite down on?" Hawks offers as he leans forward, positioning the first staple between the tips of the hemostats.

"Used to the pain," Dabi rasps, and the hero sniffs before he carefully pries the staple free from Dabi's skin. Dabi grits his teeth as he feels the faint tug, and he hears Hawks trying not to panic behind him.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! THERE'S BLOOD!" Hawks stammers, haphazardly tearing open the package of gauze as he watches the red bloom out from under his scars where the staple once held the skin in place.

"They fucking hold me together, moron. Yeah, there's gonna be blood. You should've had the gauze ready and held it over before you pulled it out," Dabi snaps, and Hawks snorts.

"Y'know, you didn't give me any instructions," The Pro retorts before pouring some of the bubbly liquid on a fresh gauze square. He peels back the blood-soaked piece of gauze and immediately replaces it. The faint hiss that results from the chemical reaction makes Hawks cringe, and Dabi winces.

"Hold it for five seconds. Then staple it," Dabi mutters, and Hawks nods wordlessly. With a shaking hand, Hawks grabs the silver staple gun, eyeballing the target before he pulls away the gauze square.

Ka-CHICK!

The familiar sound of the staple gun sends chills down Dabi's spine, and he grunts at the dull, muted pain. Tenderly, Hawks presses the other side of the antiseptic gauze onto the shining staple, dabbing away any residual blood.

"One down," Hawks quips softly, and Dabi flexes out of habit, getting used to the new staple. The motion highlights the hidden muscles in his back, and the sight catches Hawks off guard. Hawks turns his attention to the second dirty piece of metal in the row. This one looks particularly painful, and half of it is already lodged out, the blood clotting to it in a messy scab.

"This one's gonna be a bitch," The hero warns, and Dabi braces himself. When he removes the staple, the clot dislodges, and Hawks quickly covers up the open wound before it can start spurting. Dabi shudders as his vision blurs in and out. He feels so fucking weak. He was never gonna let Twice hear the end of it when he got back to the base. Dabi gulps, barely registering the click of the fresh staple being fastened into his skin.

...

Ka-CHICK!

Dabi curses like a sailor as Hawks fastens the final staple into his back, and the Pro immediately starts blotting away the dried blood with the antiseptic. Breath hisses through Dabi's gritted teeth as the sting slowly numbs, and, finally, it's over. The second Hawks pulls the rag away, he puts his hand on Dabi's unburned shoulder, giving a light, comforting squeeze.

"Do I...can I put the Neosporin on 'em, too?" Hawks blurts. Dabi had almost forgotten about that.

"Whatever, I guess," He huffs, wishing that he would stop talking; the situation couldn't possibly get even more awkward. He loathes the vulnerable position that he's found himself in. He should be intimidating the Pro, instead, he's being coddled by him. However, Dabi's bitter mindset dissolves when he feels Hawks' calloused hands massaging the scars on his back. It sounds cliché, but his touch feels like magic, expertly kneading into his flesh in a way that's subtly suspicious. After all, he must be doing this on purpose for Dabi to be able to register the sensation. It's thrillingly intimate...deliberate...intoxicating. The villain turns rigid, trying not to melt as Hawks' hands dance up and down his back, traveling significantly farther than the isolated scar line.

"You're fuckin' tense," Hawks mutters under his breath as his hands find their way to Dabi's shoulders, thumbs pressing into the back of his neck.

"Probably because my back is turned to a hero," Dabi grunts, letting the last word fall from his lips with a venomous twist. Hawks simply ignores him, a small smile playing at his lips when Dabi swallows a sigh as he forcibly rubs into the tense areas of muscle. Finally, he works his way back down to the scar line, and Dabi hears the familiar squelch of the tube.

"You hadn't even put it on, yet?!" The villain scoffs, stealing a glance over his shoulder to see Hawks' shit-eating grin, but, when the hero catches him looking, his expression changes to ambivalence.

"Quit complaining. You needed it. Don't you feel a little better?" Hawks replies before gently weaving his fingertips between the staples, and Dabi shudders at the faint cold sensation. The massage did manage to distract him a bit from the dull ache pulsing through his entire body.

When Hawks removes his hands from Dabi's back, the villain takes in a deep breath as he turns to face the hero. It's only then that he realizes how close Hawks has gotten. Their faces are mere inches apart, and Dabi's heart skips a beat...for whatever reason. He doesn't know why he feels so flustered all of a sudden. Maybe it's the intimacy that he accidentally created? Maybe it's the fact that, for once, someone seems to care in a way that no one else ever has? A few seconds of silence slip by; the only sounds coming from Hawks' apartment are their tense breathing. In the dim lights of the apartment, Hawks practically glows; the lights reflect off of his feathers and highlight the gold flecks in his eyes. There's a glint in them that Dabi's never seen before.

Time seems to stop...and...without a word...Hawks leans in...and kisses him. Dabi's eyes widen, and his breath catches in his throat; he freezes like a statue, his entire body tensing the moment that Hawks' impossibly soft lips sweetly press against his. He can only partially even feel the sensation, but it shakes him to the core. The hero's eyes are closed, and the villain takes note of how long his eyelashes are. He assumed the markings on the corners of his eyes were some sort of weird birthmark, but now he can see that it's just seamless eyeliner. His gut instinct is to push him away. To burn him to ashes. He should kill him for doing this. But...his heart twists in a way that makes blood well up in his fucked up tear ducts. Everything about this is wrong...but...why does it feel so right? Why does it feel relieving? Against every logical thought, Dabi's eyelids flutter shut, thin streaks of blood dripping down from them as he begins to kiss him back. Hawks smiles into the kiss, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat when he feels Dabi pushing closer, and he wraps his arms around the villain, making sure not to pull any of the fresh staples on his back. Dabi's sharply inhales and exhales through his nose as he gently lifts his hands up, using the little bit of strength he has to cup the side of the hero's face and wrap another arm around his waist. After what seems like an eternity, they both break from the kiss, cerulean eyes reflecting in gold. Dabi can't form words. His mind is swimming with a thousand thoughts of: 'You idiot! What are you doing?! That was...amazing... He's the enemy! You can't trust him! He's so pretty...' Until it finally lands on:

"Why the fuck would you do that?!" Dabi suddenly angrily blurts, his face heating up as a dull blush spreads across the healthy skin on his face.

"Please. I don't care if you get me sick," Hawks smirks, rolling his eyes and waving his hand absentmindedly.

"That's not why-I don't give a- fuck you!" Dabi stammers, getting progressively irritated as he tries to gather his hazy mind. He can't think clearly when he feels so shitty.

"You're the one who leaned into it," The Pro shrugs, grinning smugly. Dabi scoffs, speechless. He can't stop staring at Hawks' lips. No one had ever touched him like that. Not in a way that felt like it meant something. But...what the fuck did it mean? Hawks' devilish smile fades when he notices the trails of blood streaming from Dabi's eyes, steadily dripping down the side of his face.

"Dabi," Hawks mutters, his voice laced with worry as he points to the red streaks. Dabi blinks, immediate realization crashing down on him as he frantically thumbs the blood away, embarrassed that he let himself be so vulnerable and silently cursing himself for it. Another wave of nausea sweeps through his body, and he puts his face in his hands, trying to calm down.

"Hey, I didn't mean to upset you," The hero murmurs apologetically, feathers drooping ever so slightly as he instinctively reaches an arm out to comfort him. Dabi flinches the moment Hawks' fingers brush against his shoulder, but, in a split second, he sinks into the gesture, letting himself get lost in the feeling of his touch.

"I...I haven't felt this shitty in a long time," Dabi huffs, his voice muffled by his hands as he keeps his face hidden.

"I think you just need some rest," Hawks offers, giving his shoulder another tender squeeze, "You can crash here for the night if you want. I'm not sure if you should try to make it all the way back to wherever your colleagues are holed up."

Dabi sighs, mulling it over in his head. He knows that he's right. He'll probably just collapse again if he trudges back on his own...and he can't take Hawks back to the base yet.

"You tell anyone about any of this, and I'll burn everything you love to the fucking ground," The villain grumbles, and the hero chuckles nervously.

"Wouldn't expect anything less."

#dabi x hawks #fanfic #my hero academia fanfiction #ao3 writer #dabi #dabihawks #toukei #ao3 #hotwings #dabi angst #dabihawks angst #sickfic #keigo takami #hawks mha

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cambrioleur · 7 months

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An imaginary conversation between a Lupin screenwriter and an average Tumblr fan

FAN: "Wow, I can't wait to see how Assane and Ben's relationship develops this season! I ship them so hard..." WRITER: "Oh, it'll develop all right. In a way nobody is going to see coming." FAN: "Okay, I'm liking what I'm hearing..." WRITER: "They'll be doing all their usual best-friend capers just like usual. And then..." FAN: "Oh my god, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes!" WRITER: "...Assane betrays Ben to the cops in order to save his mom who he hasn't seen since he was a kid." FAN: *gasps in horror* WRITER: "It's so great, right? Because he needs to make a sacrifice, so what could be better than sacrificing his best friend?" FAN: "I -- I don't see how -- why -- " WRITER: "Clearly you're speechless. That's good, that's what we want." FAN: "But like -- we'll get an intimate exploration of Ben's feelings after going through such a soul-crushing event, right?" WRITER: "No, sorry, it doesn't look like we'll have time. We have a fun friendly-enemy Assane/Guédira storyline to get to, plus Claire discovering that Assane is still alive and falling back in love with him, and then we need to tie up the main plot with Assane's mom...Yeah, no, Ben's just gonna sit in jail for the second half of the season. I think he has, what, four scenes? Oh, I almost forgot to mention, he gets beaten up pretty badly in there" FAN: *wails* WRITER: "We don't see what happened, though. He just has awful scrapes on his face when Claire visits him." FAN: "He -- he gets visited by Claire?" WRITER: "Yeah, she manages to get the truth out of him. You know, that Assane isn't dead. It's actually very heartwarming. But boy, if you thought Ben was already at rock bottom..." FAN: "For the love of god, does Assane visit him? Like, in disguise or something??" WRITER: "Let's see...no, he doesn't. But I do have him sending Ben a steak." FAN: *brain breaking* WRITER: "You know, 'cause prison food is terrible." FAN: "A STEAK??" WRITER: "Whoa, you don't sound too happy." FAN: "DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT ASSANE'S WAY OF APOLOGIZING FOR BETRAYING HIS BEST FRIEND WHO IS IN LOVE WITH HIM IS TO SEND HIM A FUCKING STEAK?!?!?!?!?!" WRITER: "Uh, who said Ben was in love with Assane? You know this isn't Good Omens, right? Anyway, it's a really good steak. With fries on the side." FAN: "But I need catharsis!! Do you know how devastating all of this is? Where is the heartfelt reunion where Assane falls to his knees and BEGS for forgiveness?" WRITER: "Sorry, emotional reunion scenes are reserved for Claire only. Anyhow I don't see why you're so upset, since Ben gets out of jail at the end of the season." FAN: *sobbing* WRITER: "But there's a twist where we cryptically imply that Ben might have turned against Assane, and that their relationship is irreparably damaged." FAN: *sobbing even louder* WRITER: "Man, I swear to god, you all are so hard to please."

#lupin netflix #assane diop #benjamin ferel #claire #youssef guedira #imaginary conversation

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jojolovesdogs00 · 1 year

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Between Our Hearts

Ship: Rachel x Reader

Chapter 1

You were staring at the ceiling of your room for what seemed like hours already but was probably only 20 minutes when someone knocked on your door softly.

"Y/n? Are you there?" head teacher of the orphanage you live mr.Brian asked softly after you didn't answer back immediately."Yeah, just give me one second!" you said, quickly getting up from your bed. "Coming!" You called out as you opened your door with a quick movement of your hand.

When you walked into the hallway you saw him waiting patiently for you. He gave you a soft smile. "What's wrong, Mr. Brian?" you asked politely as you approached the old man. You had met this man you were 5 years old when your parents left you here and never come back. "Well," he said, "it seems that we have a problem.". You started to think of what could be the problem that would cause the head teacher to be so serious."A problem?" you repeated dumbfounded. The old man nodded and sighed deeply before he started talking.

"As you know, you're about to turn 18 Y/n." he explained gently as if he was trying not to upset you."Yeah, I am..." you answered absentmindedly. You knew exactly what the topic about his conversation was going to be.

"You know we can't keep adults here." the older man continued speaking again as if he heard your thoughts. "I'm not happy either child." he admitted. He looked away from you for a moment then continued. "I have some friends work in real estate." He stopped for a second and then added."I think you could find somewhere to stay with them. They'd help you a lot."

Your brain was still processing the news but slowly you came back to reality and started to realize what the old man was telling you. "Thank you so much for your concerns mr.Brian but I think I can handle it on my own. You know I'll manage fine." you tried to convince him. He smiled sadly and patted you softly on the shoulder. "Yes I do, Y/n. But I hope you will consider my offer." and with that, he turned around and left. You stood alone for awhile, contemplating what you should do now. You were turning 18 after this week and you were gonna graduate from high school. You were also working at a burger shop part time. 'Maybe I can join army' you thought. You loved martial arts ever since you were a child. You were quite skillful when it comes to fight and you were a quick learner. 'It might not be enough though...' you thought once more while looking outside the window, observing how bright it was today. It was a nice day and you wanted some fresh air and sunshine so you wanted to take a walk. You started to get ready to leave the orphanage. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, you went out of the orphanage with taking your purse in your pocket and started walking. You liked being outside and you had always enjoyed the freshness in the summer days. It felt good to move and enjoy the breeze. 'I feel hungry. I should have breakfast first.' you thought while heading towards the fast food restaurant near. When you arrived there you ordered a hot dog and french fries before sitting down at a bench near a lake in the park. You took a deep breath and let it out before starting eating and thinking. 'Why does my life seem complicated?' you thought while sipping your soda. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard gunshots coming from the direction of the fast food place was located. "Oh no." you said aloud as you got up from the bench and ran towards where the sound was originating.

There was an old man lying on the ground bleeding badly with a wound in his arm and a bullet hole through his chest. A burl young man was standing beside him. He wore a smirk on his face and pointed a gun at the dead man. "Gotcha!" he said loudly and started to laugh maniacally. You could see the fear on the faces of the people in the surrounding crowd who were trying desperately to escape from the area. But the man didn't care at all and kept pointing the gun at the old man's chest and laughing crazily. Then he aimed the gun at the man beside the old man. That was when you decided to step in. Without hesitation you stepped forward and punched the man right in the jaw. He dropped the gun immediately as he fell to the ground with blood coming out of his mouth. You quickly bent down and grabbed the gun. With the gun still in your hand, you raised it toward the man. "Put your hands behind your back" you ordered sternly. He obeyed immediately and began to laugh hysterically. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably with laughter. "What the-" you were cut off by the police who came rushing over to you.

"Miss are you alright?" he asked, bending down next to the dead man. You nodded, handing him the gun."What happened here?" he asked, pointing to the body of the old man. You told him about the gun situation, how the stranger had shot him without mercy. The officer looked at you carefully for a few moments before nodding."Do you want us to call anyone for you?" he offered. You shook your head vigorously. "Nah, I'll be okay. Thanks for your concern officer." you responded.

"You are very brave girl miss." he replied smiling at you. "Thank you again sir."

"That guy is... quite burly. You knocked him out with only one punch huh?" the officer asked, impressed. You nodded.

"You must really be something huh?" he asked.

"Something like that" you answered nonchalantly.

You turned away from the scene and walked back to orphanage without looking back. After entering the building you headed straight for your room. 'What a day I had' you thought, feeling exhausted. You closed your bedroom door and sat down on your chair, leaning against it. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a second as exhaustion overcame you. 'I should take a shower first' you thought. You got up from the chair and opened your closet. You quickly changed your clothes and made your way to the bathroom, taking a shower before brushing your teeth. Once you were done, you dried your hair, fixed it with a towel. You put on clean pajamas before getting into bed. You laid there, staring at the wall with tired eyes, thinking about the events of that afternoon. Suddenly there was a knock on your door. You frowned. You weren't expecting any visitors. 'Mr.Brian again?' you wondered. You stood up from your bed and walked to the door. As you opened it, you found a man standing before you who seemed surprised to see you. "Can I help you?" you questioned. He was way taller than you, with dark brown hair falling onto his forehead and blue eyes shining under the light coming from your room. "Um yeah actually..." he started to say nervously. "I'm sorry to disturb you at such an hour miss...?" he continued. He seemed suspicious as he stared at you curiously.

"Why are you asking and who are you?" you asked him coldly. He chuckled awkwardly.

"Sorry to disturb you that way miss. I'm Dick Grayson. I heard what happened at fast food shop today." he said apologetically.

"Are you policeman?" you asked while raising an eyebrow.

"I'm a detective at station. I heard about your... incident and I wanted to see if you're okay miss." he explained. You crossed your arms.

"I'm good sir. Thank you for your concern." you responded, giving him a polite smile. "If there isn't more-" you started to say but was cut short by Dick. "Actually there is miss." he said seriously. You looked at him confused as to why he suddenly became serious.

"Your phsical ability... knocking down a burly guy with only one punch... with a petite body..." he trailed off. You stared at him confused. "I'm here to invite you to Titans miss Y/n."

#rachel roth #rachel roth x reader #rachel roth x you #rachel roth x y/n #raven #raven x reader #raven x you #raven x y/n #lesbian #female reader

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lexinympho · 1 year

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[slightly suggestive (?), gn!reader, minor talks of sex and NNN, little to no proofreading, accidentally dialogue heavy]

"Imagine if the internet collectively agreed to call this month Dick Down December."

You alertly whip your head up from your meal to address the vulgar man before you, "Kenji, shut the fuck up, we're in public."

"I think anyone who comes to a 24 hour McDonald's at 2 am should expect to hear a thing or two, so no deal," he sniggered before taking a huge bite of the burger his stomach woke him up for.

You mentally apologize to the man sitting 2 booths away from you two and say, "Can't believe I agreed to date you, I swear-"

"Mm," he sipped his coke to clear his airway and wink at you, "you made the right choice babe, don't worry."

With a roll of your eyes, your sleep deprived brain goes with the flow and you bring up his earlier statement, "So, what? You're gonna start calling it Dick Down December now?"

His brown eyes light up, "It's clever! Kamasaki-"

"Right, him and Moniwa called you up last night."

"Yeah, we got a little drunk and started talking about stuff. Anyway," another sip of coke, "Kamasaki was talking about this and that, then he brought up No Nut November and asked us if we took part in it."

The fries you intended to chomp on only made it halfway to your mouth at the mention of that challenge and you ask in suspicion, "What did you say?"

"What do you think I said?"

"I dunno, that we had hot, sloppy sex in practically every room of the house every week of the month?" The odd hour has you feeling so out of it that you don't even feel embarrassed over what you said until 5 seconds afterwards.

"That's no different from the norm, but if you wanted me to say that, then-" he doesn't finish his sentence in favor of taking another bite.

"Hell no!" You laugh and lightly kick at his shin under the table with just enough force to catch his attention but not inflict pain. He gives a muffled laugh of his own with full cheeks and nudges you back before leaning into the leather of the seat and holds a finger up.

You shovel more fries in your mouth and swallow just as quickly as you wait for him to speak in a half discernable tone, "Damn, you really wanted those fries."

"You dragged me out of bed because you said you were hun-" you can't even finish what you're saying as a jaw popping yawn interrupts you.

"You didn't have to come though," he says with a witty raise of his brows.

You don't poke or prod the inkling of guilt shining through, at ease with the present mood, and respond, "Well I did, because you mentioned getting a burger and then I thought about fries, in turn making me crave them."

"So it's my fault that you got out of bed and rode with me to McDonald's for french fries."

"Yep. And you woke me up in the first place, so it's only right that you paid for all of this," you gesture to the assemblage of fast food on the table.

Kenji sits up to lean forward and fixate you with faux disappointment, "I always knew you're just dating me for my money."

You scoff, "Yeah, that energy company money gives me a life of luxury."

He scoffs in return and leans back once more to throw his arms over the back of the booth seat. He lets a few moments of silence pass so you can finish your fries (God knows you'd be upset if he kept you from eating them while they're hot), but speaks up once sleepiness tries to kick in, "So about Dick Down December-"

"Oh my God."

"No listen," he lowers his chin to look at you as though he's selling a product to you, "a whole month of abstinence followed by 31 days of hot, sloppy sex is the ultimate pay off."

You look down at the table in mortification, "Please don't call it that."

"We have hot, sloppy sex, deal with it," he casually remarks.

"What point are you trying to make here?"

His disposition suddenly becomes serious when he asks, "Wanna do it?"

You blink slowly, delirium seeping into your brain and making you wonder if you're hallucinating this conversation. "...Doesn't 31 days seem like a lot?"

"I'd fuck you for 100 days straight if I wanted to."

"Kenji!" You subconsciously duck your head from your accidental exclamation.

He cups a hand around one of his ears and gives you a lascivious look, "I'm not hearing a no~"

"You are not getting horny at 3 am right now, it is too early for this," you say in disbelief.

"I'm horny for you 24/7 and you like it, don't act like this is weird."

A strange sense of flattery works its magic and has you fighting to keep a humorous grin off your face so as to properly convey your discontent. You stand with the trash you've once you feel that you're losing however, "You're only being so stubborn about this because you're sleepy."

"No," he yawns out and blinks as he watches you traverse to the nearby trash cans and return just as quickly, "I really wanna do it."

You affectionately run your fingers through his hair and offer, "How about you ask me when it's not almost January? Like, next October?"

The slouch he'd been developing the longer he sat suddenly disappeared at your answer, "I'll take that as a yes."

"You'll get an actual yes once you drive us back home and let me sleep."

He stands to perform a back popping stretch and pulls his jacket back on, "Ugh, why can't you drive?"

"Because I'm 100% falling asleep on the way back after being woken up," you say as he holds the door open for you with a look of feigned betrayal.

"You followed me!"

#this is crackish but fr i wanna see someone use dick down december #«lexi's writing»#haikyuu x reader #futakuchi x reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #hq x y/n #haikyū x you

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incredibly dumb question (and bit nsfw) pls feel free to ignore; I've just realised reading war and peace just fried my remaining brain cells: if topping anatole just made andrey worse, do you think ever bottoming would fix him or? I was thinking it'd make him even worse but idk one should never doubt the healing powers of a prostate orgasm ig

ANON YOU *LITERALLY* HAVE NO IDEA HOW CORRECT YOU ARE IN ASKING THAT QUESTION. JOURNEY WITH ME BELOW THE CUT TO HEAR MY EXTENSIVE THOUGHTS ABOUT ANDREI BOLKONSKYS SEX LIFE (spoilers i actually go more in depth about my interpretation of andreis psychological issues than ever but you have to get through the stupid sex stuff first. Sorry. Also I'm finishing writing this at the airport at seven am after not a lot of sleep so I take no responsibility for how coherent it may or may not be)

Ok I cannot emphasise enough that. Part of my initial take on Andrei (and a partial basis for my andretole au) was LITERALLY "guy who needs to get fucked but is too full of toxic masculinity to let anyone top him". Like, it's 1805 and everyone is obsessed with ancient Greece, they probably just started unpacking ancient Greek ideas about homosexuality, someone as proud, misogynistic and self-possessed as Andrei would absolutely see bottoming as some sort of shameful dishonour, if only subconsciously. (But like, if mercury was in Gatorade and the heavens collided and Pierre actually realised one day that Andrei has the hots for him and offered to top, Andrei would agree in a heartbeat because the thirst is even stronger than the internalised homophobia)

But silly sex headcanons aside I do think there's genuine psychology going on here so let me elaborate. I think Andrei is chronically incapable of being vulnerable with people. Even when making an effort to talk openly about his emotions (like in his first one on one with Pierre), he's very distanced from them, cold and disdainful. He talks about emotions but doesn't exhibit them. And if strong emotions of any kind threaten to get the better of him, he defaults to anger - see his anger at Lise in the same scene, his anger at Pierre after his refusal by Natasha and again before borodino - probably because anger feels easier and doesn't imply weakness like other emotions - sorrow, fear, regret - might. I mean in that scene after Natasha's refusal the narration openly states that Andrei hates being pitied... So like, if he can't bear to be vulnerable with others in life, how could he possibly do so in bed, right?

(Though I suppose it's not as clear cut as that because hatefucking Anatole IS a sign of weakness and feeling ashamed of it is also a sign of weakness and anatole's refusal to be bothered by it reminds Andrei of that fact every single day. He just can't win! Can't have shit in 1805 Russia!!)

All this being said, it's equally as important to my understanding of Andrei that he does WANT and even NEED to be vulnerable with someone. He wants to be able to trust and respect someone enough to lean on them and rely on them for comfort. I think that his extreme self-reliance and internal strength belie a deep-seated desire to have someone in his life who will render those traits unnecessary. Hold on I just realised Andrei has mommy issues uhh

In all seriousness tho. This is why those relationships Andrei tries to build fail, isn't it? He doesn't approach those people as equals, he wants them to be his superiors. Natasha can't just be a girl whose company he enjoys, she has to be his angel of rejuvenation and moral redemption. Speransky can't just be a man whom he respects, he has to be this flawlessly committed and morally upstanding reformer. And when he dares act like an imperfect human being, Andrei is totally turned off. His relationship with Pierre is actually probably the healthiest precisely because of its internal contradictions - he cherishes Pierre's earnestness and artlessness, but sees his naiveté and weak will, and therefore doesn't build him up to such an impossible standard of perfection as others.

(This actually contrasts in an interesting way with Pierre's (imo) final and most important transformation - that into someone who can acknowledge people's flaws and love them, without judgement or delusion. Very Christlike of him)

So um tldr. Yes Andrei SHOULD bottom (slash not be such a dom slash be vulnerable with anyone) and it WOULD fix him but also he'd need to already BE fixed for it to ever be on the table so like. F. He'll have to make do with blowing anatole's back out and hating himself for it, and count himself lucky that my stupid au gives him that much

#ask #anonymous #war and peace #andretole #andrei bolkonsky #ALRIGHTY ONLY TOOK ME 14 HOURS BUT I FINALLY COMPOSED A REPLY #i Hope this sums up my thoughts in the matter in an exhaustive succint and understandable manner but again. i did get uo at 420 am today #so we shall see later if this holds up in court

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OKAY, SO... EPISODE TWO.

Jesus FUCK, Episode Two. It outright confirms the fact that the Gundam Aerial is Ericht Samaya, and reminds us that Aerial, or rather, Eri, was on board with Prospera's grand revenge plan... though now it seems that she's cast aside any pretense of keeping Suletta from being involved given the circumstances, by engaging in the same trigger phrase-induced brainwashing as Prospera to keep Suletta placid and from freaking out any further. It brings forth the question... when Miorine and Suletta finally reunite, will they even be able to recognize each other?

Then you have more questions; given the emphasis placed on the fact the Aerial has 11 GUND-Bits, the imagery of ghosts resembling Eri associated with them, and Suletta's nature as a pawn in Prospera's scheme... Shit, she really is a Puru Clone as a protagonist in a Gundam series. A TWELFTH Puru Clone, even.

I DON'T KNOW IF I LIKE WHERE THESE SIGNS ARE LEADING, AND YET I MUST FOLLOW THEM TO THE END.

H E L P

this episode was like the time I was walking on the sidewalk and a guy getting out of a truck opened the door right into my face and almost knocked me out. I loved it. putting it under a readmore for spoilers and bc it may get long

I NEVER expected them to reveal that Eri was the Aerial so soon. Like I knew it somehow but I never expected a confirmation so soon. I thought they'd had to torture it out of Prospera, that she'd have to be losing her mind to admit it, but she outright told Belmeria what she did with 0 signs of remorse or regret. She sacrificed her first daughter to create Aerial and a pilot for it (Suletta is very likely a clone of Eri, since she looks identical to Ericht). Move forward, gain 2.

And of course, we continue to see how much she's manipulated Suletta to the point where she can't process the horror she's had to face. She just parrots her mom's motto because she can't conceive that Aerial could be the source of the violence she's seen, the death of that man she killed to protect Miorine and now Sophie who got straight up FRIED by the data storm. I still don't think that there's any technological thing going on there, I just genuinely think Suletta has been emotionally manipulated and gaslit to believe that her mother was always right and everything is ok. But you can see the cracks showing, she cries as she says this because she can etll it's wrong!!! AAAAAAA I can't wait for Miorine and her to meet up. I hope we don't have to wait until the end of the season for that, I need to see them together again. I feel like they are each other's strength. Suletta needs Miorine as much as Miorine needs Suletta, but Suletta hasn't realized it yet.

I see what you're doing with the Puru clones, it sounds believable that Prospera would make more than one clone before she landed on Suletta, making sure that all of them were assimilated by the Aerial. And after all when the bits deploy, Suletta refers to them as "minna" which is like "everyone". I wish I could say I hope she didn't get dealt a hand as tragic as the Purus got, but this is gundam kaldhfsefjafef I guess we'll have to see. I feel like Gwitch is kind of sshaping out into a "redemption" from a lot of Gundam writing crimes, particularly the fridging and the way in general how it treated female characters inthe UC.

oh my god I don't know my brain is buzzing like a beehive. I thought I was ready because I have watched A Lot of Gundam but I'd never had to live through a Gundam dished out an episode a week with tons of speculating and theorizing in between!! It's so exciting and this anime is deadass tearing me apart

#gwitch #gwitch spoilers

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honeybeewhereartthee · 1 year

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NO NAME ENTRE:

I accidentally did something bad to one of the au. I mean it's not clearly my fault. I will take the blame instead even so it's totally not my fault.

AU:??? SHIP AU!!

the angel held the bunny who's covered with red mooch after it attack someone. The angel really don't know that this bunny can do something like that, he felt the heat from a burning building as he held the bunny from the shadows, away from the watchful gaze of the people in this world.

Blob glared at the interfering bird brain in his eyes, he still want to go back to the building to eliminate a copy paste of his father and some humanoid bird brain like this one who's holding him.

He just saw something vile and he have to erase it. What if that hopeless "mom" of his get ideas ? So he burn the place when those two copy of his father and this stupid bird brain are lock inside with others.

"ah... I'm going to get yelled at again... " The angel stared at the crispy fried humans that get wheeler out of the building after he made the fire tone down, at least to a realistic level without being thought as suspicious before he heard some nasty vile thing from the mouth of people around.

"those two died holding each other hands, what a tragic couple."

He almost went and want to burn to the crispy humans if they aren't already when he realize what au this is. Or the fact his being held back by someone else.

"it's one of those au again... Ahh... " He wanna go and burn the place down again, and Blob can't help but agree to this hateful bird brain.

"now, now don't be like that, little no name." He was soon pulled to the portal to the gallery, holding the bunny who act innocent and fluffy looking when the Morpho guardian stared down at the two of them.

"how many times do I have to tell you to not destroy au?" The landlord sigh as he look at those two.

"...Hey it's not--" the angel pause as if remembering something, he stared at the bunny in his hands as if he just got an idea. "It's my fault! I burn the place down!" He quickly claim the blame from the rabbit with a wide smile, it almost blind the other two.

"why are you happily admitting this? You never admit something." ( Morpho guardian)

Blob cannot help but realized what this bird brain just did. He remembers what his "mom" said. To let him burn anything and let him do what their precious child want.

What a simp. He probably trying to get good points from that fae! ' the bunny want to bite this person but did not like the taste of him at All.

"cause I never did those before which you claim I did. (↼_↼)"

"sure you don't, you destroyed a similar world like one before. What's up with you and that world with that ship?"

"the gem look like candy my spouse made so I eat it. →_→" The angel casually reasoned before he get hit in the head. "Myspousenaneismcandwheremarriedfor--" he start to recite some important information to see if he forget something while he glare at the butterfly for hitting his head, what if he forget something?!

"don't be harsh to the kid." Mikejima laugh as he look at those two.

"I'm not." The butterfly rolled his eyes before he give the bundle of baby moth to the angel. "Take care of that child as punishment. I don't want to know you accidentally throw another creature to some au again."

"this man eating bunny-- very cute bunny bite my hands! Of course I'll try to remove him before!!!" He reasoned out but look at the mofumofu moth version of his that's an infant.

"why do I take care of babies that isn't of my own..." He sigh before he feed a baby milk to the mofumofu moth.

Who unlike Blob is docile and won't harm anyone-- drink it and fall asleep. He went to his corner as Mikejima and Morpho guardian talks about something in some corner.

Holding the two he lean his back to his huge mochi pillow and sleep.

Walking toward him, I put a cover over his sleeping form. Fixing his hair and giving him a sweet kiss on his forehead. "Yours so cute, hanii." I whisper before I left again.

#no name #no name entre #omae. why do you keep leaving without saying hi.#i did a good job dont i? your bunny have committed arson like you wanted!#i hope you stayed more #but its probably wont happened since its only a moment. also c-can you kiss...me in the lips next time...⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

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dzpenumbra · 1 year

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1/17/23

Last night was one of the worst nights I've had in a long time. The second my head hit the pillow the dark thoughts just poured in. It was rough. First stretch, I got like 1 hour of sleep. I kept waking up and needing to readjust, then freaking out, then feeling sick. I honestly can't remember the last time I legit felt run down. It must've been like... the last time I got vaccinated, honestly. I just don't really get sick much, which is surprising because I lived in a really gross and unhealthy house for a long time. But now... now I'm legit run-down.

I woke up after like an hour and felt like I had to shit, like diarrhea shit, but it was the opposite, I was constipated. But it was just... ugh. My body was just like "I want this out" and just going through all the different methods, I guess. Idk. I started to feel super nauseous, so I grabbed a bowl, refilled my water and stumbled back to bed. I just felt rotten. A bit of a fever, but cold extremities. But honestly, it was the head-game that got me the most. I mean this wholeheartedly, if I had just gotten the shot and felt like shit - without my parents shitting doom into my brain - I really don't think my brain would've gone there. I would've just gone "man, this sucks, I feel pretty crappy and I wish I had someone to take care of me." But those stupid conspiracy theory seeds planted in my head took root and had me freaking out most of the night. I ended up getting up around 9, after tossing and turning for a few hours, I got a granola bar and some yogurt, fed the cat and brought my weighted blanket to the beanbag chair. I spent most of the rest of the day in the chair, I said fuck it and took the day off completely.

I tried to do yoga, and did succeed. I'm surprised I even tried, to be honest. I just felt like garbage. It wasn't too rough, but the headaches were the worst part. All the forward folds and going from plank to standing really quickly just kept giving me splitting headaches, so I'd have to pause the video. It was rough, I almost tapped out... but I saw it through, I just didn't really push myself as much as I usually do.

I started getting texts from my mom about mid-day. Not even mentioning yesterday, trying to buy me a fucking workbench again. Just pretending like all the shit they dumped on me yesterday didn't happen, and like she didn't dodge a call from me. I just... didn't respond. I didn't know how. She sent me another message around 5:30 again asking me if I wanted to talk or not. And I just... again... didn't respond. I don't know what to say.

I try very hard to communicate clearly what problems I have. It has gotten me into a lot of shit when dealing with prideful people. And just in general too, I guess, I don't know. People just don't really like hearing the blunt truth told to them. Like, what I would say is "you guys both dangled the threat of death in front of me as a way to try to pressure and manipulate me into altering my personal medical decisions, and you did it through the guise of being 'supportive'. Then you got pissed off and scared and disappeared, leaving me to go through feeling like utter shit completely alone. Pretty sure that's not 'support'. Pretty sure that's... control." Something tells me that will not go over well, it will just lead to an argument. And I'm just done with arguments, to be honest.

Like... please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this. This like... obsession with "freedom" is not even remotely about freedom, it's about control. Like one day... the virus pops over to this continent and we have to take preventative measures to mitigate the spread, and suddenly half the country thinks their being systematically oppressed, when 3 months prior you couldn't bother them to get off the fucking couch. It's juvenile. It's not about principles, it's not about evidence. Here, let me use an example to show what's going on.

In fall of 2018, I found out that one of my earliest friends who I had known since I was like... 12? had died, and I was told it was related to fentanyl. That was a very serious trauma for me, it hit me very hard. We had grown apart over the years as his drug use escalated, but still... he was a part of my life, you know. We had memories. He is part of my history. I knew his family. So like... 8 months later? My dad finds out I'm smoking weed again after 15 years of actively avoiding it. And, despite having zero contact with me, is convinced that it's making me "psychotic" and "dangerous". Really, just coming up with a conclusion and then googling for whatever dots he can connect to try and persuade me that he is correct, to convince me via email that I am unknowingly being drugged and going crazy. So this fucker sends me an email - while I'm high - that is an article from some fucking periodical in Long Island or something? Like just some random local rag he googled. And the article is about how people shouldn't be buying weed because it's "fentanyl-laced weed". And he acted like he was my goddamn savior. By literally traumatizing me while I was extremely vulnerable, but using one of my past traumas against me, to try to control my actions.

Okay, you know... I felt myself getting political earlier and it's making me uncomfortable. So whatever with the general shit above, of course there are injustices in the world, of course there are problems. But like... a lot of people - I would stretch to say most - respond to fear with control. Instead of addressing the fear. Instead of engaging the fear. They control their environment to be able to avoid the fear, or snuff out the cause of the fear, and come up with any narrative they can find to justify not directly engaging with the fear. So they never have to process the concept. Like an extension of repression, but focused outwards. Just an observation, something to be aware of, because it seems to be something we as a species are very prone to.

I'm exhausted, I feel like shit and honestly, I don't want to relive this crap. I just want to sleep and zone out, and watch mindless TV. I have no idea how to talk to my parents about this, I am just creating space. They hurt me very deeply, and it's still very raw, and I don't trust myself to be able to communicate how this affected me without pointing fingers.

I am not good at boundaries. This is a boundary I really need to have, it's devastating to me. Fear-mongering and trying to scare someone out of a serious decision they are making for their self is not support. I don't know how to communicate how unhealthy this is without telling them what they cannot do. Like, I can say "if you do this again, I'm going to have to leave," and that sounds like a threat, like I'm just turning the tables and trying to control them. If I say "you cannot treat me this way," it looks like an ultimatum, it's giving them orders, telling them what to do. If I say "when you treat me this way, this is how it affects me," they just twist it around, trying to get me to change how it affects me. As though I 'got it wrong' or something.

It is. SO. Unhealthy. And I swear to god, every time I'm on an upswing with my PTSD shit... they just dump some new bullshit on me, crushing my spirit, reopening my trauma. And I have to like, go back into a cocoon and recover again, by myself. And all my progress I was making on my life? Not just halted, but all the daily life tasks start piling up again, right when I got caught up. I blink and suddenly I haven't streamed in a month. Suddenly I'm going to bed at 5:30 AM again. Suddenly I'm scared to leave my house again. Suddenly I feel like everyone out there is out to get me again. I fucking wonder why...

So I'm just going to wait until Wednesday, talk to my therapist, see how he recommends handling this. In the meantime, I'm just going to focus on staying alive and managing morale. Resting and recovering. Finding peace and happiness where I can find it. I'm already starting to feel a bit better, we'll see how the rest of the night goes. Worse comes to worse I can just sleep in the beanbag chair again.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness

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onehunnit · 2 months

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March Comebacks/Debuts that I Caught!* *in no particular order, non-exhaustive, and all songs were released between March 1st and March 30th.

Playlist

Lighthouse by Tempest: At first I was like 'ugh, boring bg song tomato tomato" but I listened to it when I was not exhausted and I actually really enjoy it? Like its charming and has personality. To be clear my frame of reference for Tempest is Hyeongseop falling off his chair when meeting Taemin and Vroom Vroom. But this is so fucking cute I love it. More concepts like this actually…. BUT DONE WELL! However, this song is very forgettable…..

Body by Highlight: they said "SHAKE YOU BODY YOU BODY YOUR BODY YOUR BODY RIGHT" and I DID! I like this song it feels like summer. However. The whistling in the chorus makes me wanna rip my hair out. I fr thought we left that back in the 2010s, alas.

Do Doom Chit by VVUP: do doom chit is actually a bit of a banger… ngl at first I was like "what." but she grew on me and with a QUICKNESS.

FRI(END)S by V: V come through w/ the vocals king!!!! This song is so cute and should have been a valentines day release. It's short, yes, but I don't think it needs to be more than it is. I do wish this wasn't a single though… this belongs as an interlude on a full length album sry!!!! Also reminds me of the 70s pop that spencer sutherland has on his music. Heyuyyy what a thought

HEYDAY by XODIAC: this would've gone triple platinum in my room circa 2017… Like with Lighthouse we need more of this concept well-executed. And for my ballad lovers out there WONDERFUL TONIGHT off the same mini is for you!!!!

Fresh by Daniel Jikal: Wish there were more variation his his flow and wasn't so predictable. There's nothing special here but there is always way to improve. This feels very… the mediocre 2018 rappers who were popping up all over the place. And that's okay!

Lucky by Hori7on: These nugu groups be working their asses off and when they do they make absolute bangers like this. I am not a fan of whistling but it actually accompanies the production well. Lucky and Body are brothers in arms fr. THE CHORUS BANGS SO HARD I CAN'T LIEEE. Even the chant hook is nice like, the composers/producers/arrangers were in their bag man. I can get over the whistles fr. This is like AJU NICE but for 5th gen.

Nectar by THE BOYZ: Boy groups this month decided to give us soft nostalgia pop BANGERS and ofc THE BOYZ did not disappoint. I love this trend, MORE PLEASE!!! Btw if you like this song you'll like HEYDAY and Lighthouse for sure….

BBB by Purple Kiss: The girls will always slay with their vocals and songs, but that chorus is… not it madames. Catchy as hell but man, when you got a song like Sweet Juice it's really fucking hard to keep it up. unfortunately this was a miss from them….

Rooftop by YooA: Yeah… she slayed. I know nothing about YooA or much about OH MY GIRL but she came out and did her little thing with this one. It's not a song i'll be playlisting but she did do her thing fr.

Fuego by THE NEW SIX: She had to grow on me. She is still trying to grow on me. She is not growing much admittedly. The rap after the first chorus barely salvages it for me. I think I've just listened too much to songs like this before and I'm tired of it. By no means is it bad just not for me, and that's okay.

12. Smoothie by NCT Dream: this song is just uh… very…. well 🤷🏾‍♀️ They did release it as their title!

Superwoman by UNIS: You know what? Solid debut. The afrobeats trend is not leaving for a bit i fear… And

Neuron by J.Hope ft Gaeko, yoonmirae: I will always be a fan on boom bap in kpop and by god did they boom and man did they bap. J-hope will forever be serving us good ass hiphop. BUT MOST OF ALL YOONMIRAE ON THIS TRACK I SAW AND I SCREAMED FR! man. i fucking love yoonmirae this feature took the cake for me.

Birth by ARTMS : I need this song tattooed on my brain this is the vibe i was expecting w/ NCT Dream's new release….. if i dare say it. But she is genuinely too short… PLEASE GIVE HER MORE TIME TO SLAY. What a wonderful ARTMS debut the loona girlies WILL keep killing it (and me)

Broken Hearts by AMPER&ONE: This is fun! But like with Fuego, she has a lot to do to grow on me.

Baddest Behavior by Tempest (jp debut): four minutes i crode 😭🙌🏾, i liked it enough to listen, but I'm more impressed at how they were able to make a 4 minute song so strong without making it feel like filler.

Wish You Hell by WENDY: She's a good song,,,, but is this a WENDY song? Think about that for me. I mean I still love it but this is WENDY we're talking about.

EENIE MEENIE by Chungha ft Hongjoong: MOTHER IS BACK!!!!! Chungha did NOT have to kill us with I'm Ready and she did not have to bury us in the grave with EENIE MEENIE not only is the song catchy as fuck w/ fun production omfg…. the hongjoong feature set it from awesome to SPECTACULAR bc that rap is soooo mind melting in how good it is delivered and 2 the flow is insane.

Good Girl by Candy Shop: The beat switch in at the end of the pre-choruses should have been kept for the chorus but they didn't?!?! literally why and what the fuck it would have ELEVATED the song so much. But this is classic alt/contemporary rnb. The modulation in the song is well-done and keeps it interesting but and they finally kept the beat for the end, at least. But why give us a taste of heaven to just go back into the regular chorus ahhhhhh.

#music yapping 🤓👆#x.txt

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mylittlesecrethaven · 4 months

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Bsd Is Kinda A Genius Anime: Pt 3

I think I had a plan for these next few posts, but I can't remember them, so Ima do what I want.

Since these groups are so small, I'm doing both.

Today it's Decay of Angels (which has three different names depending on if you watch the dub, sub, or look at the Fandom, so wtf?) and Hunting Dogs.

So let's do it!

(FUCK IT, IT'S LATE I'M ONLY DOING DECAY OF ANGELS! I'LL DO HUNTING DOGS NEXT TIME I'M TIRED AND I WANNA FINISH THIS I'M SO SORRY BUT I AM BRAIN FRIED)

(Emm... two things. I'm aware that Decay of Angels gets its name from a novel, but unless that's brought up in a character, I'm not going over it. Also, Kamui and Ochi Fukuchi are the same person? Soooo.... I'll go over him with Decay of Angels I guess....)

Ochi Fukuchi

Ability: Mirror Lion

The Fandom actually didn't have much on this guy's RLC, so Ima try my best, but no guarantees since it's fucking 10:30 and this is my last post of the night. ---- I still can't find much actually about him. Even his Wiki page (yes, I use Wikipedia) is lacking. I do know about his ability counterpart though. Mirror Lion is a play written by his RLC about a woman who's practicing a lion dance for New Year's, and because she becomes so engrossed in it, the spirit of the lion enters her. Just thinking about this, it is similar to his actual ability. He makes his weapons stronger, a lot like what you'd expect if the spirit of a lion entered somebody. I couldn't find anything talking about his RLC having a connection to this guy's reason for leading both the Hunting Dogs and the Decay of Angels. (I don't know his reason in the show, I'm only on episode 4.) Not much to go on really. Not a good start.

Bram Stoker

Ability: Infection

He's a vampire?! Wtf?! Ohhhh.... I get it. Ok. His RLC wrote Dracula. Makes sense. Makes sense. His RLC is also Irish, so I kinda wonder if his VA does an accent like Fyodor's does. Anyway, you can see the symbolism, yes? Dracula is a vampire, and apparently Bram is impaled, relating to Vlad the Impaler, who was the inspiration for Dracula. Easy-peasy.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Ability: Crime And Punishment

And now to the man himself. I've been interested in doing this for him since I talked about his ability. So let's see what I can find. His RLC wrote a lot of dark and gritty books involving human emotions and psychology. (I know what author I'm looking for in the library next.) This fits how Fyodor acts pretty well. You'd expect books like that to revolve around someone like Fyodor. Hmmm... I just looked at a summary of "Crime And Punishment," and I found.... nothing. It's about this poor guy who plans to kill an old woman with a lot of valuables and steal them, but after he does that, he's wracked with guilt, and goes through a ton of mental anguish, and he has to live through the consequences of his deed. This... doesn't do anything for figuring out his ability. I know Fyodor's ability can let him manipulate people's memories, and that's connected to the book, but it doesn't help figure out who his ability affects or how he can control it! So for now, I'm gonna stick with the idea that Fyodor can't kill gifteds, because I can't find anything or anyone talking about the gifteds he's killed with his ability. Moving on the book that inspired the Rats in the House of the Dead, "The House of the Dead," it's a semi-autobiographical novel about a fictional person going through life in a Siberian prison camp, based loosely on Fyodor's RLC's time in a forced-labor prison camp. Emmm..... Idk. I guess it kinda connects to the fact that the group was really temporary? Idk. I'm getting brain fried right now, so if anybody has any idea for connections to the Rats in the House of the Dead, lemme know.

Nikolai Gogol

Ability: The Overcoat

Oh shit, he's Ukranian? I thought the name was Russian. My bad. Oh, wait, his RLC is a Russian of Ukranian origin. I don't understand what that means, but whatever. His RLC wrote a ton of books, usually all tragedy with slight shifts in genre, such as political tragedies and tragecomedies. "The Overcoat" was a short story written by Nikolai's RLC about.... oh shit this book is insane. It's about this poor man who's made fun of for his coat at work, so he obsesses over saving money and buying a new one. He finally does and shows it off so happily, but on his way home he gets beat up by two ruffians and they steal his coat. The police won't help him, and after being recommended to ask by someone else at work, he asks a higher up at work, only to be yelled at for disturbing the higher up with a trivial matter. A little afterwards, the man falls ill and dies. A ghost is soon seen around the city taking people's overcoats, and it's the man's ghost. The police can't catch him. He finds the higher up who yelled at him and spooks him, then steals his overcoat. His ghost isn't seen again. The story ends by talking about another ghost sighting, which meets the description of one of the ruffians. Insane, right? Which I guess fits Nikolai. Anyway, his ability really comes from what another author said about the book, which was "We all came out from under Gogol's Overcoat." So.... yeah.

Sigma

Ability: Information Exchange

My last one and then I can sleep..... please.... sleep.... Wait. This guy doesn't have an RLC. What? Oh. So apparently he has memory loss, which could be the link to him not having an RLC? Idk.

Anyway, next I'll be doing Hunting Dogs. That should be fun.

(I really need to stop doing these right before I go to sleep. *sigh*)

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #anime

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