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jeonqkooks · 1 year

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Hey 🧡

Can I request number 15 (angst) - "I see the way you look at them" with Jimin?

hopelessly devoted | pjm

pairing: jimin x f!reader, side namjoon x f!reader

rating: PG

genre/warnings: angst, unrequited love au, jimin is a sad boi :(, idk i think that's it lol there's not much other than $4D

word count: 1.3k

note: i hope you're still around anon and i hope you like this <3 !! also massive thank you's to @daechwitatamic and @jeonwiixard for beta-ing me and not letting me think it was a flaming pile of garbage lol! i love uuuuuu 💕

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

“You’re a saint.”

Jimin turns to the left to meet the eyes of a man whose name he still hasn’t bothered learning. They’ve met a few times at birthday parties and other group dinners, but not once has Jimin officially spoken to him. He just knows him as one of Namjoon’s friends.

“What was that?” Jimin asks in a low voice, as to not disturb the scene that’s about to unfold in the adjacent room – the room that he, a dozen of his friends and strangers spent the whole day decorating with heart-shaped balloons and rose petals. The door is cracked open just a few inches so he could hear everything that’s going on and know when to burst in when the time is right.

He sees you with your back turned to him. How fitting; him, always standing behind you, forced to watch you keep your eyes on another man.

“You’re a saint,” the man repeats simply, eyes full of pity, and Jimin realizes then that this stranger knows a secret of his that even you aren’t privy to. “I see the way you look at her.”

Jimin calmly blinks, even though he’s just been caught, bleeding heart and all. A single sentence, cutting him open a few feet away from where love is in full bloom.

He should be scrambling to deny any and all accusations, scoff and pretend that he has no idea what the stranger is insinuating.

Instead, he reminds himself to breathe. He doesn’t have anything to hide, at least not anymore. He’s only a guy, hopelessly in love with a girl who is hopelessly in love with someone else. The excitement radiating off everyone except for him is palpable. Your girlfriends can barely stay quiet and keep from ruining the moment for you and Namjoon. They bounce on their feet in anticipation, unaware that right next to them, Jimin is still wishing on a comet he saw a lifetime ago, that you would turn around. That you would leave everything just to go to him, to finally see him.

“That obvious, huh?” Jimin asks, teasingly self-deprecating even in the face of heartbreak.

What he gets in return is a shrug. “I don’t understand how you can be so selfless,” the man says. “I could never watch the girl I have feelings for be happy with someone else.”

Jimin hums sagely. It isn’t even the truth. He doesn’t want to be selfless, he wants to be selfish. He wants to storm into the room and shake you by the shoulders until you understand that his affection for you extends far beyond the confines of friendship.

He would do anything you ask him to. By extension, he supposes what Namjoon wants falls under this category too. If there’s anything that anyone should know about Jimin, it’s that he would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you’re happy, even if it means putting on a smile and telling Namjoon yes when the other man came to him for help on proposing to you.

Love shouldn’t hurt like this, but it does.

Jimin watches the scene unfold through the crack of the door. He hears the deafening beats of his heart in his ears while everybody waits for the crescendo.

Namjoon gets on one knee, and your friends can all see the exact moment your world stops.

Time halts, and Jimin reminisces.

Four hundred and seventy five days.

That’s how long he’s been thinking about the improbability of you and him, and about how things could’ve gone so differently had he been braver just a little sooner.

Four hundred and seventy five nights Jimin has spent, lying in his bed alone and staring at the ceiling. Restless and aching to the bone. Because four hundred and seventy five days ago, he finally managed to gather the courage to tell you how he felt about you after weeks of nerve wracking contemplation and years of unspoken, untested love. He’d rehearsed countless times what he was going to tell you. There had even been a speech planned, for when you rejected him and told him that the pair of you would be better off as friends.

It took him everything just to stand in front of your door that night, with his love so tangible he could hold it in his hands, clumsily prepared to ask you to keep it.

When you opened the door and flashed him that ever glowing sunshine smile of yours, his heart almost gave out. Five minutes later, it did, but for a reason he hadn’t seen coming. With that beautiful grin still plastered on your face, you uttered the words that completely knocked him off his axis.

“Namjoon asked me out today.”

Kim Namjoon, the man you had been crushing on ever since you laid eyes on him two months prior. He was part of the reason why Jimin decided to grow a pair and confess to you, but as it seems, the universe had other intentions.

He was one step behind.

Always just a step behind.

With every milestone that you reached with Namjoon, the part of him that always held out hope that it’d be you and him in the end gradually chipped away. Your anniversaries, the first time you met each other’s parents, and eventually, when you agreed to move in with Namjoon… Every time he listened to you talk about your boyfriend with a twinkle in your eyes, Jimin could only nod along and smile, muttering words of encouragement to you because he was a good friend.

He was a good friend and he was happy that you were happy.

Despite how much he wished it had been him in Namjoon’s place instead.

Despite how much he thought it should’ve been him.

Jimin understands it better than most people: Love is pain.

The irony isn’t lost on him, how the same word means such different things for the both of you.

You say yes, because of course you do. You’re the princess and Namjoon is Prince Charming, destined to come in and sweep you off your feet. This is your fairytale ending and Jimin is standing right here, merely a bystander to your happiness.

As Namjoon slips the diamond ring onto your delicate finger, Jimin has to grasp the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he will never be the main character in the story of your life. Your tears spill over and he watches Namjoon wipe them away. He commits to memory the complete and utter joy you wear when your now fiance gathers you in his arms and gently spins you around, the content smiles on both your faces blurry from a distance.

Or perhaps it’s Jimin’s own vision clouding from the sting he feels piercing through his chest.

His heartbeat is so loud that he can’t even hear Namjoon usher everybody in. He doesn’t really register his surroundings until your friends all rush to your side with delighted squeals of congratulations.

Jimin has never seen you look this happy before. Surrounded by the love of your life and all your closest friends, you radiate a glow that he has only ever witnessed in his dreams. Nobody seems to notice that he’s still standing there, rooted to the ground, while people celebrate what must be one of the most memorable moments of your life.

It’s not until your gaze dances across the room and lands on him in the dark that Jimin remembers how to fake a smile again. He immediately perks up for your sake, though he’s sure that you aren’t even conscious of the brave face he’s putting on.

He walks over to you then, wearing a bright grin and dragging a sunken heart that no one else can see. The hug you share is one he wishes could last for an eternity, before you leave him for someone else forever. The stranger’s eyes burn the side of his face.

Tonight is just another sleepless night.

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idv-nortnort-and-baesop · 4 years

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Are you two in the manor? If so, do you two share rooms?

“Well yeah we are and we do share a room”

#idv role swap norsop #idv role swap au #idv norsop au #idv aesop #idv norton #norton x aesop #norton campbell #aesop carl #the rose-ing force; anon #ask

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inkedtae · 4 years

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rupture; rapture ⇾ kth. [M] | teaser

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ ex-boyfriend!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ angst, smut, f2l(?), e2l(?), ex lovers au, rekindled lovers(?), sculputor au, 18+

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾ responding to a late night call for help forces you to revisit truths you so skillfully ignored. was it always meant to fall apart to fall back into place?

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ full: 20k | teaser; 1.2k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ slight upsetting themes, mentions of a new relationship, mention of infidelity (tae thinks reader used him to cheat on her date), mention and consumption of alcohol, switch!Taehyung, mullet!taehyung, sub!reader, [redacted] [redacted]!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it), clay/paint/art sex(?), rough sex, hate-love sex(?), [redacted] sex (?), [redacted] kink, [redacted] (f. receiving), multiple [redacted] (f.), [redacted], overstimulation, a lil [redacted]-[redacted]ing, [redacted] worshipping, [redacted] worshipping, a lil [redacted] biting, [redacted]ing, [redacted]ing, [redacted]ing, begging, teasing, swearing

anon asked: taehyung19angst asghjkll. U have a prompt list ? So for that. Maybe. If u want to. WOW. Ur awesome. The bestest. Okay. Bye. Love. Me.

#19 ⇝ “You said you knew how to do this.”

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ i decided to share an unedited teaser of what i’m currently working on

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☾ anticipated post date ⇾ 15 AUGUST 2020

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◖send me a prompt from dabble drabble. i will try to get to it as soon as i can. please note that i have the right to refuse any request i find uncomfortable.◗

Navigating to the chipped yellow door is second nature. Four months of distance does not change how easy it is for you to find your way to his place from across town. Your most haunting regret, however, is accepting his call. You sat around your apartment for months, fantasizing about how powerful you’d feel when your phone rings and you see his name flash only to decline the call. You told yourself that is how you will regain your dignity, how you will reclaim your life. He’s been a big part of it since freshman year. Best friends instantly, lovers only a year down the line. Clicking that red button, rejecting his apologies is how you believed you’d be able to move on and fully erase him from your life for good.

But, when he does call, and you do not refuse. You don’t even think about declining at all. And then you hear his voice, and he sounds so unsure, so nervous.

The shame creeps upon you, condescendingly soothing your ego. Where’s your dignity now? It’s as nonexistent as when you stormed out of this very door and swore never to return. You can hear the fates snickering now, watching your pathetic self stand outside of the door. Shaking out a shiver, you gather up the broken pieces of your courage and knock on the door.

The screech of metal on metal echoes as he unlocks the door. The sound is more comforting than you expected it to be. You can’t remember the amount of times you’ve nagged him to replace the damned thing. It’s old, rusted, and the scratches of the metal made you cringe as though your bones are rotting. It used to make your jaw ache, now it only shudders your courage. Little things already undress your confidence. What will seeing him again do? What emotions will it beckon?

Misery leaks from your bones and into your bloodstream. The door opens to a vision of grace. In his clay-smeared jumpsuit, the sleeves wrapped around his waist and his bare chest exposed, he stares back at you. Though frozen from the winter air, you feel your face grow hot. Eyes shaking, you don’t know where to look. You’re not even sure if you can meet his gaze. It intensifies with every ticking second and his long bangs fall over his lashes. He let it grow out? You’ve begged him to do so for months and once you’re apart he finally gives in? You knew he’d look good, maybe even better than his shorter cut.

The sight only confirms that you’ll never understand him. But, you suppose, you don’t have to. He’s not yours to understand anymore, not even as a friend. That statement should give you a sense of relief, but it only resurfaces the loneliness you’ve been ignoring for months.

Shakily sighing, you plaster a polite smile and greet, “Hey Tae.”

Taehyung parts his lips, but his voice catches. He stares back at you, gaze dancing up and down your frame. He drinks in the way your black dress pants hug your curves, and how you dare to wear a tube-top under your coat in the freezing weather. Gulping, Taehyung flashes you a kind, tight lipped smile and moves aside to welcome you in.

Each step back into his apartment fogs your mind with memories of joy and despair alike. Sometimes, those emotions rose in tandem during the same memory, within the same five minute time span. But other times, those memories are saturated with one emotion or the other. You two could never find that balance; not as lovers anyway, not as you thought.

“Make yourself at hom-” he cuts himself off just as the door shuts.

You turn to face him, raising a brow at his slip up. Funny how things circle back no matter how much either of you try to suppress them. This place has always felt like home to you. In fact, revisiting it proves that it still does. He just never let you make it official.

The gloom of four months ago has followed you back in here as well, it would seem. You gulp down the little scratch in your throat and try your best to flash a kind smile. His brows raise at the gesture. You assume a teeth braced wince paints your features instead.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung corrects himself, “Comfortable. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll grab you a hot drink to warm you up.” His gaze shifts to the slanted window over his little studio sectioned in the corner of his apartment. “It’s really coming down out there.”

Setting your clutch down on his work table, you nod. He glares at your action before looking back at you. You are fully aware of his distaste for you to dump your things on his work table, even if it happens to be your own sculpting supplies. However, he distrubed your date tonight and that little slip up of his recalls more anger than you care to accept right now. Playing into his pet peeves is the very least you can do to show him that you’re not here for anything else but fixing his sculpture.

With a pleasant smile plastered on your lips, you peel your jacket off and set it down on the table as well. Taehyung sarcastically smirks then makes his way to the kitchen. You know you shouldn’t but you let your eyes linger on his frame and follow him around the kitchen while he prepares something for you. His shoulder blades flex as he reaches for a mug from the top shelf - a detail you always found makes you anxious because the cups can easily slip out of his hand from such a height and break.

He must feel your gaze as he glances up at you. “You must be freezing,” he comments.

Glancing down at your half top, you shrug. “Not really. That’s what a jacket is for.” You shouldn’t sass. It always gets on his nerves. But, with the way he regards you with such tamed hostility and smirks all knowingly, you cannot hold yourself back. He cannot expect to call you over here in the dead of night for help only to glare and sneer at you.

Out of sheer spite, you sit on one of the stools by the table and bend down to untie your thick heeled boots. He absolutely hates this. Sloppy and messy, is what he tells you when you come into the apartment with your shoes on and take them off near his studio. Taehyung stirs the contents of your mug, tossing daggers at you in his stares.

It is only now, in the thick silence, do you hear the soft voice of Sinatra through the vinyl player. Glancing over at the source, you recognize the album cover immediately. It’s the same one you gifted him for his birthday last year. His next one is in a couple of weeks. The realization unexpectedly twinges your heart with guilt. You feel as though you should have already bought his gift, planned his party. It is not your responsibility to do that anymore, but you want to and that’s enough for your tongue to coat with disgust and remorse.

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sexy-monster-fucker · 4 years

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Selfish

Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader ANGST

requested by anon: imagine a scenario where Eddie and reader (they’re dating) get into a fight or argument but VENOM doesn’t give a shit about the fight and misses his morsel and is bothering Eddie to talk to him/her to makeup... maybe some angsty sexy longing in there, maybe Venom takes the drivers seat to be with his morsel because the fighting is trivial human shit he could care less for... 💕

requested by anon: Do you do angsty stuff? Like maybe Eddie and reader get into a bad fight and break up and neither one of them stop to think how Venom feels.

requested by anon: Howdy, just wanted to say I love your blog! Also I appreciate a good angsty fic, you're definitely not alone. Hope you had a good Halloween!

“Don’t pretend like this is okay,” Eddie slammed the door behind him...

You had just got back from your monthly office party. Your boss thought it was good bonding for everyone to get together once a month. You found it repetitive and ridiculous. Tonight had been different though. Eddie came for the first time ever, but things at the party were different. One of your coworkers had shown up wasted, “An embarrassment to the company,” you had thought. He was stumbling around, grabbing every girl in sight. He just happened to come up to you and attempt to grope you. He grabbed a handful of you from behind, causing you to jump. “N-Nice ass,” he burped out. “What the fuck,” Eddie raised his voice. “Wh-What’s your pro-problem, dude? She’s just some chick, don’t take it so personal,” he pointed in Eddie’s face. Eddie gritted his teeth, “She’s my girlfriend. And I suggest you step away from her.” You grabbed Eddie’s hand, “C’mon, Eds. He isn’t worth it.” Your co-worker pushed Eddie back, “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do-do about it, b-bub?” Eddie’s eyes went white; Venom was trying to take over. You grabbed Eddie and pulled him back, “Ed! No!” He turned to see you scared. He knew he needn’t handle things the way he wanted. He gave his attention back to your co-worker, “You got lucky this time, but it you ever try something like that with my lady again, you’ll pay.” You and Eddie began walking away when your co-worker began laughing, “What a pussy. His girlfriend convinced him he shouldn’t fight? Nah, he’s just scared-scared he’d loose.” Eddie stiffened up. You placed a hand on his bicep, “Eddie, he’s drunk. Don’t.” Eddie pulled away from your grasp and walked over to him. Eddie lifted him off he ground by his collar with one hand. Venom’s growl escaped Eddie mouth, “I won’t warn you again, insect.” You pulled Eddie away and your co-worker hit the ground. “Wh-what the hell has that guy been eating,” he muttered under his breath. Everyone in the room stared at you and Eddie. Eddie looked angry. You were embarrassed. You ran out, Eddie chased behind you.

...You held yourself tightly. Eddie had embarrassed you in front of your co-workers. You knew he was just protecting you, but he did not have to take it so far. “You’re really going to act like that guy didn’t make a pass at you,” Eddie yelled in anger. “Please stop yelling,” you whispered. Eddie blew his breath out. “Oh? Is that how it is? Just normal? You’re not even upset,” Eddie’s voice cracked. You placed your hand over your mouth. “Whatever,” Eddie scoffed, “Just pretend like it didn’t happen. I wouldn’t expect you to be upset anyway. You never are unless I am the one who messed up.” You turned and felt warm tears falling from your eyes. You had a lump in your throat, “OF COURSE I AM UPSET, EDDIE!” Eddie’s expression changed quickly when you raised your voice. “I can’t keep doing this, Ed. You know it upset me! But you didn’t have top flip out so immaturely! No woman wants to be groped by some drunk guy! I could loose my job over how you acted! You embarrassed me!” Eddie was silent. He stared at you while you cried. He did not know what do to. He was still so angry, but he knew he had hurt you. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N,” Eddie whispered. You were frustrated, “YOU ALWAYS ARE! Maybe if you’d think for five seconds before acting you wouldn’t have to be sorry all the time!” You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. You were beyond angry. Eddie stood in front of you, a frown painted on his face. “I’m leaving, Eddie. We need some time apart,” you stated walking past him. Eddie went to grab you and you pulled away, “No, Eddie. We can’t keep fighting all the time. I need a break.” You walked out.

Eddie began crying. “Oh my God, what have I done,” he held his face in his hands. Venom appeared next to Eddie. He was confused. Not completely understanding where you had went and why you had left. “Ed, what happened? Where did our princess go,” Venom questioned. Eddie leaned against the door, slowly sliding down it until he sat on the floor. “She broke up with me,” Eddie whispered. Venom did not understand, “What does that even mean?” Eddie blew his breath out, “She decided she did not want to be my partner anymore, V. She is no longer a part of our life. And it’s all my fault.” Venom snarled. He was angry that Eddie had made such a foolish mistake. “What’s wrong with you? Why would you do that,” Venom hissed at Eddie. “Listen, Venom. These kinds of things happen. People break up. Trust me, this hurts me a hell of a lot more than it hurts you,” Eddie was cold in his words. Venom growled at Eddie, “You are going to get her back!” Eddie rolled his eyes, “Don’t be an idiot.” Venom pulled Eddie up to his feet. He made Eddie’s hand grip the doorknob. “NO,” Eddie argued. “YOU! ARE! GOING,” Venom demanded, causing Eddie to open the door. Eddie was angry, yet relieved.

You stood outside in the cold. You were waiting on a cab. You heard someone approaching you from behind. You knew it was Eddie, “Listen, Ed, I’m not-” It wasn’t him. It was simply another attendee at the apartment. The man gave you an odd look because you had spoken to him. He continued on across the road. You were disappointed it hadn’t been Eddie. You would not admit it, but you wanted Eddie to come chasing after you. It was childish and immature. You should have just worked things out like adults.

“I can’t, Venom,” Eddie argued with the beast. Venom was getting desperate and threw Eddie out into the hallway. Eddie slammed into the wall, falling. Eddie groaned in pain while he tried to force himself back up. “She is going to be gone soon,” Venom panted. Eddie rose, “I don’t see why it matters so much to you.” Venom’s tone changed, “I love her, Eds. She means the world to me. I feel so attached to her. She can’t just leave us. I want her back, Eddie. And you did not even put up a fight when she tried to leave. I can’t go get her on my own. Eddie, please.” He was sincere. For once, the monster had human emotions. Eddie could feel how real his feelings were and he began to feel them too. Eddie had been fighting his feelings for months. He continued to push them and you away out of fear of him not being good enough. He knew he loved you. Loved you more than he had ever loved anyone. He had no idea how to tell you. He was scared it would scare you. Scared it would seem too soon in your eyes. “I’m sorry, V. I didn’t even think about how this would affect you,” Eddie apologized. “Edster,” Venom began, “You can make it up to me by getting that girl.” Eddie smiled at Venom. Eddie began to rush down the stairs.

You began to shiver. It was getting colder and there was no cab in sight. You heard another set of steps begin behind you. You turned to see Eddie rushing towards you. You could not help but smile, “Eddie!” He smiled when he saw you, “I came down here to tell you how sorry I am. You have no idea how much you mean to me. Seeing that guy all over you just set me off. I am so so sorry. You mean the entire world to me.” You shook your head, “It’s okay, Eddie. I was being dramatic leaving like that.” Eddie pulled you into his embrace, “I love you, Y/N.” You froze. “Did you just say you loved me,” you whispered. Eddie nodded. You felt your cheeks turn pink, “I love you too.” Eddie giggled and picked you up. He spun you around and placed a kiss on your lips.

“Let’s go back to my place, you have to be freezing,” Eddie took your hand in his. You smiled and walked back to Eddie’s apartment with him.

~~~

End

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dragonshost · 4 years

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gintama, ginzura, promot: “I walked until I got arrested.” Please and thank you, i am a big fan of your blog

Thank you so much anon, I LIVE for these morons and I had so much fun imagining and writing this. Special thanks go to @thatoneonfire for helping me out with this immensely!!

I must warn you that this is a bit crass because it’s... well, it’s Gintama.

Below The Cut

Knock Knock Knock

Gintoki groaned at the sound, like a jackhammer aimed at his head. His hangover was particularly bad this morning. Nausea swam through his body like a fish. “Go away!” he yelled, and then winced at his own voice.

Knock Knock Knock

“I don’t care who’s there!” Gintoki shouted, picking up his pillow and placing it over his ears and trying to become one with his futon. It was too damn early in the morning for this.

Knock Knock Knock

“I don’t have rent, old lady! Go bother someone else!” There was no possible way it was a customer. Not this early in the day. Customers for Odd Jobs never came around at a decent hour, because decent people waited until the afternoon to get shit accomplished, like proper, upstanding citizens should. Not that they got a whole lot of proper citizens patronizing them, now that he thought about it.

Knock Knock Knock

“No one’s home! Leave a message after the beep! Beep!”

Blessed silence fell over the office, and Gintoki heaved a sigh, choking back the bile that rose up when he did so. Ugh, he felt like shit.

Ding Ding Ding

Dammit, they found the doorbell. Now he was screwed. He had to either get up and answer it, or let them wake up Kagura and she would answer it - with a kick straight through it. Gintoki couldn’t afford to replace it again; he was starting to get a reputation for door theft in the neighborhood and he couldn’t bring that kind of heat down on his head again.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!” With a groan, he heaved his corpse out of the futon and stumbled out of his room.

Ding Ding Ding

“I said I’m coming, you a**holes!” he snapped, bumping his shin into the table. “C***s****ing a**holes!”

Ding Ding Ding... dingdingdingdingdingdingdingding

“Stop button-mashing! Do you think this is Mortal *ombat?! Are you here to avenge your sensei?!” Throwing the door open, Gintoki continued, “I’m gonna show you exactly where you can shove that button-mashing finger, you peace-disturbing piece of-”

His rant abruptly cut off as he met the bewildered stare of the person disturbing his peace.

Or rather, persons.

There was a full squad of uniformed Shinsengumi in front of his door, and spilling out onto the stairway and into the thoroughfare. Which would be sufficient cause for alarm on most days, but particularly alarming were the four people immediately on his threshold: a scowling demonic vice-chief, a sadist barely containing his glee, and a fully stark naked chief holding the leash of a renowned joui terrorist Katsura Kotarou wearing the shabbiest dog costume Gintoki had ever seen in his life.

Kondo cleared his throat. “Um... sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, but I think I found something that belongs to yo-”

The door slammed shut in his face.

“Hey!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Hijikata yelled, grabbing the handle and trying to force it back open.

Using all of his might to hold it closed, Gintoki shouted back, “I’m going back to bed! Whatever sick fetish this is, I don’t want any part of it!”

“Just open the damn door! Do you think we want to be here any more than you want us?!”

“Stand back, sir, I’ve got this,” Okita piped up, a heavy clunking emanating from the other side of the door.

“Would you all shut UP!” A red-pajama-ed leg sailed past Gintoki’s nose, punching straight through the door and knocking Okita and his trusty rocket launcher off the roof. Gintoki stared through the gaping hole in his door as Kagura let out a yawn, and then stretched. Scratching her belly, she crawled back through the hole in the door and stumbled past the furiously sweating Gintoki, letting out a loud belch on her way.

Meeting Gintoki’s eyes, Kondo cleared his throat once more. “Um... sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, but I think I-”

“I heard you the first time!” Gintoki snapped. “What do you want?! You’ve disturbed my sleep, upset my ward, and now you’ve put a hole through my door-”

“Don’t you blame that on us!” hissed Hijikata. He jabbed his finger at Gintoki. “That was clearly your kid’s fault!”

“My kid?! I clearly saw that rocket launcher your kid was about to blast me with! And didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s rude to point?!” he accused, not following his own statement and pointing his finger back at the Shinsengumi’s Vice Chief.

Kondo cleared his throat. “Um... sorry to disturb you so early-”

A vein throbbed on Gintoki’s head. “I said that you already said that part! Just tell me why your furry b**** are darkening my doorstep already, Gorilla! So I can go back to sleep!” Given that Katsura was in a dog costume standing with the Shinsengumi, it was sure to be incredibly stupid but that would be par for the course at this point.

“Well, we were out on an early morning patrol, and we happened upon the dogcatcher.” Beside him, Katsura, in his costume, nodded along “Then I saw this little guy looking out the back, with such sad eyes, and I could just hear that one commercial with Sarah McLaughing playing in my head, you know?”

“Understandable, but that’s clearly not a dog,” Gintoki pointed out. “That’s a terrorist.”

“Being cute is not illegal,” chided Kondo, reaching over and patting Katsura on the head. “The dogcatcher had caught him, and he knows his business, Gintoki. I’m not about to question it. Besides which, this good boy was holding this sign around his neck.” He passed it through the hole to Gintoki.

“Where was this?” Gintoki questioned, taking in gingerly. “Where were you hiding this?!”

“That’s not important,” replied Kondo, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Both sets of them.

Disgusted and regretting the fact that he’d already taken the damn thing from him, Gintoki looked over what it said.

If FoundPlease Return To:Sakata GintokiOdd Jobs GinAbove Bar OtoseKabukicho, Edo

‘What the f*** was Zura doing?!?! And he got caught by the dogcatcher?!?! Does no one in Edo have eyes?!?! And what is up with this “good boy” nonsense?!?! Zura’s never been good a day in his life!’

“Woof,” said Katsura, helpfully.

It took every ounce of self-control that Gintoki possessed to stop himself from killing Katsura on the spot. “I don’t want this package.” Gintoki glanced down at Kondo’s crotch. “Either of these packages.”

Hijikata rolled his eyes. “Look, we have better things to do than stand around your place yakking all day long. Just take the damn dog so we can go already. Also, when did you get a new dog? I could’ve sworn you only had the one.”

“Me too, buddy.”

“You know that you’re going to have to get a kennel license, right?” Okita pointed out, finally working his way back up through the rest of the squad and onto the walkway. “We’ll overlook it this time as a favor to you, Boss, but you’ll have to turn in the paperwork within a week or two or else get a fine.”

Gintoki blinked slowly. “...What?”

“A kennel license. Because with four dogs, you have to get one.” He started ticking them off on his fingers, “The white furball, this decrepit looking one, the old one you keep downstairs...”

Gintoki wondered if Okita was referring to Hasegawa or Otose with that.

“...and the red bitch with hair buns that-”

“WHAT WAS THAT YOU CALLED ME?!” A red blur whooshed past Gintoki’s head for the second time, breaking apart more of the door and sending Okita over the edge once again. Her work complete, she turned and stared at Katsura, finally noticing him for the first time. “Look, it’s dog shit in a dog costume.”

Katsura wheezed painfully at Kagura’s harsh words. “Leader!” he protested, only to garner the immediate and intense appraisal of everyone around him. “I m-mean... W-woof.”

Narrowing his eyes at Katsura, Hijikata addressed Gintoki. “I’ve been meaning to ask you this, but what kind of dog is he? That was a pretty human sounding ‘Woof’ just now.”

‘What about the rest of it?!’ Gintoki internally shouted. ‘It’s only the bark that concerns you?! Why are you only starting to question this right now?!’

“...I’m a spacedog,” Katsura himself offered. “We can talk, actually. Sorry I didn’t say anything before now.”

Kondo nodded. “That checks out.” When it looked like Hijikata might protest after all, Kondo silenced him with a raised hand and a shake of his head. “Calm down, Toshi. Remember where we found him. I’m sure the dogcatcher knows better than anyone what is and what isn’t a dog. It isn’t our job to question fellow officers of the law.”

“I’m personally questioning the ones right in front of me,” muttered Gintoki. “Since you’re talking now, just what was it that you did to get captured by the dogcatcher?”

“I was just walking around, until I got arrested out of the blue by that scary man with the net. It was terrifying.”

‘I mean, it’s clear that you’re a highly suspicious person, and I’m glad that someone took you off the streets, but come on! Getting caught by the dogcatcher is not the same as getting arrested, you moron! Speaking of which, it’s a miracle you haven’t been up to this point!’

“Aww...” Kondo petted Katsura on the head once more, the look in his eyes tender. “I’m sorry, that must have been quite the ordeal for you.”

“It’s been quite the ordeal for me so far, honestly,” Gintoki observed.

Shuffling sheepishly, Kondo tentatively asked, “By the way, I’ve been wondering... what is his name?”

“It’s Zura,” offered Kagura, before Gintoki could stop her.

“I’m not Zura!” Katsura declared. “I’m Katsura!”

‘I shouldn’t even try to save him. Zura is just asking to get arrested at this point.’

Kondo blinked, then let out a huge laugh from deep in his belly. “That’s hilarious! What a fantastic name! So that’s why you called him a terrorist before! I will say that it’s apt. He’s certainly hijacked my heart, the little rascal.”

Begrudgingly, Hijikata nodded. “I have to say, I’m surprised but naming an animal after a fellow animal is a pretty clever idea.”

Gintoki opened his mouth, and then quickly shut it with a snap. He sighed heavily through his nose, and rubbed his aching head. “Shinsengumi... someday, we’re going to have to have a talk about your face-blindness.” Deciding it would be faster to get rid of them all by playing along, he continued in a monotone, “Thank you for returning my pet. If you will just hand him over to me, you can be on your way.” The sooner they were gone, the sooner he could kick Katsura out and go back to sleep and possibly his anti-nausea medication.

Shockingly, Kondo hesitated, staring deep into Katsura’s eyes. His own were soft around the edges, and his hand on the fake-dog’s head was gentle.

In The Arms Of The Angel

Katsura gazed back at him, thinking the other man was challenging him to a staring contest and not wanting to back down from it.

Fly Away From Here

“Stop that!” Gintoki demanded, looking around desperately for the source of the music. “Stop with the melodramatic music! This isn’t a touching moment! Neither of these two are on the same page! One of them clearly thinks this is a staring contest!”

From This Dark, Cold, Hotel Room

“THIS ISN’T EVEN A HOTEL ROOM, IT’S MY HOUSE!! PLEASE STOP IT, SONG FICS AREN’T EVEN ALLOWED ON FFN! DRAGON’SHOST IS GOING TO GET SUED AT THIS RATE!”

And The Endlessness That Y-

The music abruptly cut off, Kagura proudly holding up a broken boombox. “I took care of it, Gin-chan!”

“Good job, Kagura!” He gave her a thumbs up. “Zura, let’s go.”

Breaking eye contact with Kondo at last (mostly because the other man’s were tearing up from strain and he wanted to save his opponent some dignity), Katsura waddled over to Gintoki in his tattered suit. As he passed by him, he laid a paw on Gintoki’s shoulder. “Thank you, my friend,” he whispered so only they could hear. “I was afraid my cover was blown. But thanks to you, I can continue with my undercover infiltration plans.”

“The only thing you’ve managed to infiltrate is my house, you moron,” Gintoki muttered darkly.

“Nevertheless, I will not forget this debt.”

“I hope that debt comes with a monetary reward.” He wasn’t going to hold his breath, though.

Katsura smiled, and continued past him into the house.

“There,” Gintoki stated, beckoning for Kagura to come inside as well. “Now that your business is concluded, please go away now.”

“Wait.” Kondo motioned his hand towards the broken boombox Kagura was making off with. “That’s my personal property. I’m not mad about you destroying it, but can I at least have it back?”

Kagura looked him up and down coldly, a sneer spreading across her face. “Mine now. Finder’s keepers. If you wanted it so badly, maybe you should have taken care of it and not broken it.”

“That was you that broke it, idiot,” Gintoki pointed out. “Just give it back to him. We already have Zura, we don’t need more pointless junk.”

“Had Zura, you mean.”

The man blinked. “Eh? What do you mean, by ‘had’?” he questioned, his voice pitching an octave higher. “Eh? Kagura-chan? What? Why are you using past tense?”

Pointing into the main office, Kagura stated, “Sadaharu got jealous of a new dog in the house.”

Right on cue, Katsura’s bloody form collapsed in the entrance to the hallway.

In The Arms Of The Angel

A strangled gurgle erupted from Gintoki’s mouth.

Fly Away From Here

Katsura shakily raised his head, blood streaming down his face.

From This Dark, Cold, Hotel Room

“NOOOOO!” Kondo screamed, time slowing down as he ran towards the injured spacedog. Only to stumble and fall just short of his goal. He reached out towards Katsura, his fingers straining to reach him.

With a trembling hand, Katsura reached back.

And The Endlessness That You Fear

Just before their fingers could touch... a giant white paw slammed down on Katsura’s back, dragging him back into the office.

“NOOOO!” Crying, Kondo curled his fingers and slammed them against the tatami. “Why?! Why did it have to end this way?!”

You Are Pulled From The Wreckage

A horrible ripping sound penetrated the air, followed by a wet squelch as a tattered and bloody tail of Katsura’s dog costume hit the mats right in front of Kondo.

“ZURAAAAAAA!” sobbed the Shinsengumi chief. “ZUUUURAAAA!!”

Of Your Sile-

The music cut off again, and Gintoki turned to stare as Yamazaki put down his own boombox. He shrugged. “It seemed appropriate before, but now that it’s become a horror, I thought I should stop.”

Gintoki stared at him. “How long have you been there?”

Offended, Yamazaki huffed, “That’s rude! I’ve been here the whole time! Didn’t you see me?!”

He thought it over. “...Nope.” When Yamazaki continued to stare at him in accusation, Gintoki defended himself. “You’re like Shinpachi levels of bland, but without even glasses to give you some sort of presence, I didn’t even notice you were there.”

“How?!” Kondo demanded, rising to his knees. Snot dripped down his face, and his eyes were rimmed red with his tears of despair. “How can you all just stand there and talk so calmly? He was your pet, wasn’t he, Gintoki? A dog, man’s best friend? He just died in front of you! How can you stand there like nothing happened?”

Shoving a finger up his noise, Gintoki hummed in thought. “Eh...” He pulled his finger out, contemplated the treasure he’d just excavated, and then flicked it at Yamazaki, who flailed to avoid the projectile. “He’s probably fine.”

Kondo gestured with an open hand towards the murder scene. “He’s dead!”

“I’m sure he’ll get better. I have absolute faith in how impossible he is to kill.”

Sniffling, Kondo wiped his face with one arm. “I’m going to... I’m going to pay my respects. To the bravest dog I’ve ever known.”

With a sigh, Gintoki begrudgingly followed Kondo into the room. He nearly ran into the man as he stood inside, his jaw dropped. “What the heck, Gorilla? Don’t you know better than to just suddenly stop in front of someone?” When there was no response, Gintoki stepped around him and got his first good look of the room. And then immediately wished that he hadn’t.

“What the hell are you doing to my office, Zura?!”

The man looked up, the bottom half of his dog costume pulled down to his ankles as he popped a squat next to Sadaharu, who was doing the same. “I’m not Zura, I’m Katsura. And Sadaharu said that he would respect me as junior member of the household if I could prove myself to him. So we’re doing that.”

“What part of that translates to ‘take a dump in Gintoki’s house’?! And when did you learn how to speak dog anyway, you mangy mutt?!”

“I am a dog,” Katsura reminded Gintoki of his cover. “Maybe not originally, as I’m just a gun that ate the Dog Dog vegetable.”

“What do you think this is, One Park?! And didn’t you say you were a spacedog, before?!”

“A space gun that became a dog. But I will prove myself here and now as a proper pet with the best cannonball that I can produce!”

A brown mosaic dropped onto the floor.

“It’s a big ball of SOMETHING all right!” Gintoki shouted.

“Don’t interfere, my friend!” cautioned Katsura, holding up a hand to forestall Gintoki stalking over there and beating the literal crap out of it. “This is a battlefield! It’s about honor!”

“No, it’s clearly about crap!”

Kondo clenched his fist, bringing it to his hairy chest and holding it over his heart. “I was right about you, Zura.”

“I’m not Zura, I’m-”

Tears glistened anew in Kondo’s eyes. “I was right in thinking that you were the bravest dog I had ever seen. Would you... would you allow me to fight by your side, as your comrade?”

Katsura stared up at the naked man, his eyes glistening with the depth of his emotions. “Kondo... Yes, I would be honored if you fought alongside me. Comrade.”

“NO!” Gintoki screamed, about ready to throttle all of them. Only a healthy fear of being arrested kept him from actively doing so. “GO OUTSIDE!! I’M BEGGING YOU! THERE’S A CHILD HERE! WE’RE ALREADY PUSHING THE RATING OF THIS WITH YOU GUYS EXPOSING YOURSELVES IN FRONT OF HER!”

“Wait!” Kagura ran into the room, already dropping trou as well. “Don’t leave me out!”

“You see?! You’re a bad influence! Kagura, don’t follow their example! You’re better than that! The PTA is going to come after us again!”

“Hmph.” Pushing past Gintoki, Okita stared down the scene in front of them. “Just as I thought. What a crass bitch.”

“Thank you, Okita.” Gintoki looked at him with hope in his heart. “Finally, someone with some common sense-”

Okita shook his head. “Sorry, Boss. But I’m not about to let her outdo me at something,” he said, before rushing in to join the literal sh**show.

Tears began to stream down Gintoki’s face. He wasn’t altogether sure if they were from his despair or from the rancid stench starting to fill the small space. “Please, you monsters,” he begged them. “Think of the animators who have to draw all this sh**! Think of their training, their hard work, their hopes and aspirations they must have had! Only to culminate in working on a tower of excrement! Think of how accurately they have to draw this, for the mosaic program to pick it up? Think of what you’re doing to them! For something that we totally can’t air now! The only ones going to be happy about this are your proctologists!”

His heartfelt speech fell on deaf ears, as the crapping contest continued unabated. Gintoki watched the whole thing, numb inside.

When it was finally over, and the participants were quite literally and thoroughly crapped out, Kondo approached Gintoki. “I was wondering if I could speak to you, Gintoki. Man to man.”

Gintoki sighed heavily. “Don’t you mean gorilla to man? But yeah, sure. What is it?”

Laying a hand on Gintoki’s shoulder, Kondo confessed, “I think I love your dog, Gintoki.”

“Yeah, okay. Raise the rating on this thing, why don’t you.”

He shook his head. “Not that like that. I mean, I’ve fallen in love with his samurai spirit. It’s the same spirit which forms the basis the Shinsengumi’s heart and soul. I was wondering, since your pets don’t seem to get along, if I might take him back with me to the Shinsengumi. We could use such a noble mascot among our ranks.”

Completely numb and wanting to be done with this whole affair, Gintoki could only nod. “If it will get all of you out of my house, I don’t care anymore. Just take him and go.”

Kondo smiled. “Thank you, Gintoki! I will not soon forget this favor!”

“Good, because I’ll be sending you the repair bills for this.”

Ignoring him, Kondo repeated, “I will not soon forget this favor!”

“Didn’t you hear me? I said I’ll be sending you the-”

Hijikata stepped beside Gintoki and shook his head. “Don’t waste your breath. We’ll take care of it, if you forget this ever happened.”

“Deal.”

As everyone began to pack up and leave - including Kagura, who was out of her favorite pickled seaweed - Katsura walked up to Gintoki. “Gintoki. Words cannot express my gratitude. Thanks to your sacrifice, I was able to successfully infiltrate the Shinsengumi.”

“You literally crapped your way in, but okay.”

“Regardless...” Katsura paused, and looked deep into Gintoki’s eyes. “I heard everything you said before opening your door, you know.” When Gintoki opened his mouth to reply, Katsura shook his head. His eyes flicked over to the gathered Shinsengumi members waiting at the door for him to join him. “Gintoki. I know that it will be difficult to see your friend leaving, and wagging his tail for a different master. But I will always treasure the times we spent together - both the difficult ones, and the easier times where we were full of laughter and hope. I will always treasure you, even though are paths are different. Even if others would not agree with my decision, and hate you, I never will. Do you understand?”

You Are Pulled From The Wreckage

Gintoki found he had no more words left in him as the soft piano playing from Yamazaki’s boombox began to fill the room. Nothing he could say to express the well of warmth rising inside his soul at Katsura’s words. So he said nothing, and just nodded.

Of Your Reverie

Katsura smiled. “Good. I will see you again someday, I’m sure. Take care of yourself, and your new comrades, Gintoki. I know how much you treasure them, too.”

You’re In The Arms Of The Angel

He nodded again, shortly. “Yeah.”

May You Find Some Comfort Here

As Katsura left with the Shinsengumi, Gintoki followed him outside. As Katsura reached the bottom of the stairs, he paused and looked back up at Gintoki, a warm smile on his face.

You’re In The Arms Of The Angel

Then he turned slowly, and departed, the piano notes fading softly behind him.

May You Find Some Comfort Here

Gintoki stood out on the balcony for some time, leaning against the railing. Once Katsura was out of sight, he returned back into his office.

And came face to the face with The Great Tower of Mosaics.

He stared at it for a moment, flies attracted to the stench buzzing around his head.

Then he shut the door, and left the building.

“Pachinko time.”

This was a problem for Future Gintoki.

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otonymous · 5 years

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Could you talk about why Masamune and Nobunaga are you favorite Ikesen warlords please? I love ur writing and it’s always a treat to read a character analysis. 😍

Hi dear Anon! Thank you so much for the ask and your kind words! 💖 I was quite excited to see your question in my ask box as I’ve never done a character analysis before, so I hope it meets your expectations! It’s been a while since I’ve played these routes (I wasn’t in the habit of taking screenshots at the time either 😭), so my memory may be fuzzy at times. Apologies if I’ve misremembered anything!

Warning: Spoilers for Masamune and Nobunaga’s routes

Reasons To Love: Masamune & Nobunaga (Ikesen Character Analyses)

Date Masamune:

“You always remember your first”: this guy was the first route I played in Ikesen, so he will always hold a special place in my heart

Power kink:

What initially attracted me to him was his devil-may-care attitude, especially when it came to flouting authority

E.g. right at the outset, he disregards Hideyoshi’s caution to leave “Lord Nobunaga’s woman” alone, basically telling Hideyoshi that he will do as he pleases, which includes romancing whomever he chooses

This blatant disregard for authority distinguishes him from the other warlords of the Oda forces at the outset, and one would think that if anyone were to challenge Nobunaga’s rule from within, it would be Masamune (besides the sneaky kitsune, but that’s too obvious)

And status-wise, Masamune is different from the other warlords: he and Ieyasu are allies, whereas the rest are vassals

Ieyasu, however, is much more subdued than Masamune — seems to look up to Nobunaga as an older brother and hence is unlikely to even dream of challenging him

I also find it incredibly romantic for a man to throw all caution to the wind for the sake of pursuing the woman he loves

Fun times:

Out of all the warlords, MC seems to have the most fun when she’s with Masamune, whether it’s racing through the streets of Azuchi (with a bewildered Hideyoshi watching on) only to be captured by a bolt of fabric, falling off a cliff and making out in a lake, or riding like the wind (on a horse, that is 😏)

Masamune’s route is exciting and action-packed in a way that’s not solely composed of kidnappings and warfare

Not cool man, not cool:

On the other hand, I did NOT appreciate how he didn’t stop to think twice before almost lopping off my head trying to get to Sasuke and Yukimura

I understand this “act first and think later” mentality is central to his personality, and is also a major way in which the game demonstrates how he’s grown as a character (e.g. he later takes a bullet for you, stops you from shooting Kenshin), but the scene still left a bad taste in my mouth

But I suppose every rose (route) has its thorn

Lessons from the One-Eyed Dragon:

Don’t be afraid to live: a life spent cowering in fear is a life wasted. You never know what tomorrow brings, so do your best to enjoy each day to it’s fullest (this particular message really resonated with me)

You and your partner may not always see eye to eye, but you can still compromise and love one another in spite of it (e.g. MC will never be fully comfortable with war, but she recognizes the necessity of it as part of Masamune’s responsibilities to protect his people and their interests)

Sexy times:

On a more superficial note, Masamune is smokin’ hot

His route also has smokin’ hot love scenes: the man makes out with you pretty much right off the bat (while the both of you are dripping wet…from falling into a lake, that is). He also uses his teeth to pull down the collar of your kimono!

Let’s be honest, the only reason I got into writing fanfiction in the first place was because I didn’t want to pay for the premium side story where he presses you up against the wall as he’s making out with you

There’s something excitingly feral about the way Masamune gets down

CONCLUSION:

Masamune is one of my favourites because he’s hot, fun and not afraid of Nobunaga

Oh, and he cooks

Oda Nobunaga:

Power kink:

Arguably the most powerful man in the land at that point in time

Imperious (God, he’s f-ing bossy I LOVE IT)

Sengoku genius who thinks for himself:

Nobunaga is a genius, excelling at everything he does

He’s a younger guy (compared to Shingen and Kenshin), but is the one closest to achieving Divine Rule

Capable of grasping difficult/nonintuitive concepts with ease: there’s evidence of this in both his MS and ES (e.g. he doesn’t even blink when MC tells him she’s from the future, just calmly and rationally assesses her smartphone when presented with it. Also quick to figure out the science behind floating lanterns in an ES)

The man isn’t easily swayed even when those around him are (e.g. when Hideyoshi is freaking out about where Mitsuhide’s true loyalties lie, Nobunaga trusts the latter — and his own judgment on the man — wholeheartedly)

Believe it or not, the man can be humble:

I may be misremembering, but Nobunaga doesn’t seem particularly boastful of his own accomplishments

He also isn’t quick to defend himself when he’s been falsely accused (e.g. in the scene in Nobu’s MS where MC is freaking out about him killing the assassin who touched her leg, all without realizing that he was concealing a knife and intended to harm her)

There’s something quite attractive about a man who’s poised and possesses a quiet confidence

Human after all:

For all his seemingly infallible ways, Nobu has a very human side

While I don’t remember exactly how it played out, Nobu does try to explain to MC the rhyme, reason and guilt behind the carnage the Oda forces inflict

The man is ticklish

He is also a slave to candy (konpeito) and allows Hideyoshi to regulate his intake despite being his boss

Expects great things from his Fireball:

Potentially an unpopular opinion, but I love that he doesn’t coddle his MC

He doesn’t hesitate to bring her onto the battlefield, presumably to act as his “lucky charm”

This may hint at the fact that he grows to consider the female MC an equal of sorts, which is aligned with his generally progressive mindset (bed warming command aside)

Playing with fire:

The man is hot 🔥Seriously super sexy.

Nobunaga is definitely handsome, but it’s the way he carries himself that makes him especially enticing: his confidence, the command in his voice, the shameless things he says, his facial expressions

Yes, he can totally use my mouth in lieu of a sake cup

His version of Go totally redefines Board Game Nights in my opinion

Let’s be real, the man wouldn’t even need to challenge me because I’m already willingly surrendering each of my body parts before I’ve even entered the tenshu

DON’T QUESTION IT, NOBUNAGA. JUST KISS MY FEET

CONCLUSION:

Nobunaga is another one of my favourites because he’s sexy, smart and strong, but also weak to the sweetest things: tickling, candy and his MC

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I Can’t Quit You

Anon Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could write an imagine for me where the reader goes to the red carpet with her boyfriend Seb, and she meets her first celeb crush Jake Gyllenhaal and Seb gets a bit jealous and uneasy, and the reader assures him that she loves him not Jake. Thank you!

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Dating Sebastian Stan came with a lot of perks: random butt slaps on one another, soft kisses for no reasons, forcing him to watch dorky crime documentaries, being forced to watch dorky space documentaries, playing with one another’s hair, and so much sass people sometimes think the couple was fighting when in reality they were too deep into their banter to recognize the world around them. In addition to the everyday things that made (Y/N) fall more in love with Sebastian, there was also the fact that, even though she was so incredibly low maintenance, he still loved to spoil her and show her off to the world.

“Do we have to go,” she said softly while sitting on the edge of their hotel bed. Sebastian slowly walked toward her wearing his boxers and buttoning a longsleeve white dress shirt.

“You don’t have to,” he said while making his way toward his suitcase to find a pair of socks, “but I kind of do. Why? You don’t want to come to the red carpet event for Stronger?” (Y/N) pursed her lips as she considered her options, weighing the pros and cons in her head. Pros would include spending more time with Sebastian, paying respects to the victims of the Boston bombing, and potentially meeting Jake Gyllenhaal. Cons included possibly embarrassing Sebastian due to her not being used to attending these events, and potentially meeting Jake Gyllenhaal.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she admitted as Sebastian came her way and lowered himself beside her on their bed. “I just don’t want to look like a starstruck idiot,” she laughed.

“How could you ever look like an idiot?” he smiled across at her while placing an arm around her shoulders. Intentionally, she made a dorky face by crossing her eyes, raising her eyebrows, and sticking her tongue out at him. Unexpectedly, she felt his lips press against hers and his teeth clam down on her tongue. “Now we’re both idiots,” he laughed as she gasped at his quick actions.

“Fine,” she sighed and dramatically pulled herself from the bed and made her way to the closet to start getting dressed. She threw on the dress Sebastian had picked out. It was a smooth, dark green colored floor length gown that he though looked absolutely stunning on her. After she completed her hair and makeup, she exited the bathroom just as Sebastian put the finishing touches on his outfit. Their eyes met and each of their mouths curled into a smile.

“Ready love?” he asked while offering her his arm. She linked hers through his and leaned against him as they listened to their heels click against the floor and then the pavement as they paced toward the vehicle waiting for them.

Sebastian stepped out onto the red carpet first and the crowd roared at his entrance. Smiling, he offered a short wave before turning to the car and taking (Y/N)’s hand in his delicately as she rose from the car. Sebastian’s arm slid around (Y/N)’s waist and together, they strut down the aisle of the red carpet. Just as they were beginning to pose for a few photos, out of the corner of her eyes, (Y/N) spotted the star of the movie and both her pro and con of deciding to come tonight.

“Oh shit,” she muttered and tried to hide her face from the cameras.

“What?” Sebastian quickly asked. “You didn’t forget to unplug your curling iron again, did you?” (Y/N) shot her boyfriend a playful look, narrowing her eyes at him and flattening her lips.

“It’s a flat iron, and no,” she grumbled jokingly as they smiled for more photos and his hands lingered around her waist.

“Then what are you ‘oh shit’-ing about?”

“That’s Gyllen Jake...Jakenhaal...” Flustered, her cheeks quickly became a bright red and Sebastian laughed at her.

“Jake Gyllenhaal?” he questioned to which she quickly nodded her head and bit her lips. “You’re star struck!” he immediately started to tease.

“Shut up!” she snapped as they moved closer toward the actor she had admired throughout her life.

“Oh come on, (Y/N), you’re never the one to get starstruck, let me have my fun,” Sebastian pestered.

“I will let you have all the fun you want tonight so long as you shut up right now,” she grumbled as they made their way closer and closer to Jake as the crowd of people began flowing in that direction.

“Damn, someone must be desperate,” he teased. At his persistence, (Y/N) slipped her hand from his, showing him that she meant business and was done screwing around. “I’m sorry,” he instantly said with a laugh. “What’s the big deal, though? You’ve met tons of celebrities before today, why all of a sudden are you so bashful?” (Y/N) tried to think of a way to avoid explaining her longtime crush on Jake Gyllenhaal, but the regular reason was obsolete. Usually when someone asks about a weird crush on a celebrity, the easiest excuse is that the chances of ever meeting them are slim to none, let alone having the opportunity to talk to them, and then even less possible when considering whether or not they’d actually be romantically interested. Unfortunately, she couldn’t use this excuse on Sebastian because those rules/possibilities went out the window when they met. They met on accident, got to talking, fell into a mutual appreciation of the other’s weirdness, and called it love.

Sensing her uneasiness as they continued on their red carpet walk, he immediately realized the reason why she was panicking over Gyllenhaal. Her hand, which had slipped back into his, was clammy, she looked slightly paler than normal and had a strange death grip on his hand. Slowly, his laughter at her uneasiness turned into his own discomfort at the situation. He knew how passionate she was about things she cared about and it was because of that passion that he grew to know, appreciate, and love her. The thought of some other man being able to do the same destroyed him and he instantly directed her toward the theatre.

Once inside, the pair sat together awaiting the rest of the viewers’ arrival as well as the cast’s. (Y/N) was both relieved and disappointed at Sebastian’s decision to go inside rather than mingle with the rest of the actors invited. This way she wouldn’t have to face the awkwardness of being introduced to one of her most favorite actors, but that means she would never be able to meet said favorite actor. Slowly, Sebastian’s hand slipped from hers and she folded her hands in her lap, anxiously looking over at the man beside her.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, noticing his jaw tense slightly.

“Everything is fine,” he said shortly before turning to face her, offering a light smile in hopes she’d leave the subject alone.

“Seb, I know you’re lying to me,” she said softly as more people began to enter the theatre.

“Leave it alone, (Y/N). I’m fine,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Sebastian,” she sighed, “please tell me.”

“No,” she stated sharply. “I know I’m overreacting and if you leave it alone I’ll get over it quicker, okay?”

“Overreacting to what?” she asked softly.

“You’re little crush,” he snapped silently beside her ear. “I noticed.”

“Are you seriously jealous?” she asked in shock.

“I told you I was overreacting,” he huffed impatiently. “But yeah, I’m kind of jealous. You’ve probably liked him a lot longer than you’ve liked me--stop laughing!” (Y/N) couldn’t stop giggling into her boyfriend’s neck as it grew more and more red from his embarrassment and envy.

“Sebastian,” she laughed his name and stared directly at him, “look at me.” Upon her request his eyes fell into hers and he couldn’t help his anger any longer. He didn’t want to lose such a magnificent person in his life but he knew he was being ridiculous in his jealousy. “I love you more than I could possibly love any other human being. So what if I had a stupid celebrity crush when I was a kid, slash adolescent, slash young adult,” she laughed. “You’re so much more than a crush. You’re the real thing. You leave me in euphoria and ecstasy. You’re my addiction and do you know what?” her voice was so soft and tentative to his emotions. Her eyes were peering into his soul and his heart swelled with joy as her lips curled toward her ears in an adorable smile.

“What?” he asked gently, pretending to still be upset when in reality he was starting to fall for her all over again.

“I can’t quit you.” Sebastian instantly started laughing at her, put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her against him. Both of his arms wrapped around her body as she leaned over the armrest. His lips pressed against the side of her head and he whispered into her eucalyptus smelling hair.

“I love you so much,” he laughed into her hair. “You always know how to make me smile.”

“Because I love you and I could never look at anyone the way I look at you,” she smiled while pressing her lips against his, feeling his scruff against her face. “Except maybe Bucky Barnes.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at her and smiled. “But don’t you ever think that you’re less important to me than you actually are.” As the rest of the viewers came in and the lights dimmed, Sebastian raised the armrest from between them and allowed (Y/N) to lean against his side.

“I won’t,” he promised, his voice soft through the beginning credits of the film, “but, just for future reference, there’s no one else on your celebrity sex list that I need to be cautious of, is there?”

“Come on babe, you’re my celebrity sex list,” she sultrily called, her hot breath grazing his neck as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear until a few angry viewers started to toss popcorn at the couple who had began to make out.

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