#I found him later and asked if I could have his autograph on the piece of paper.

[icallhimjoey]

Love love love your writing! I’d be so interested to see your take on a friends to lover situation where the reader and Joe are good friends and the reader constantly gets the ick so Joe sets a challenge at a party (thinking Italian summer party) for her to find someone who doesn’t give them the ick.

And she realises that Joe is the only one that has no icks 👀

okay so ive had an INTERESTING (read: 18+, v spicy) suggestion from werepartnersnow who, by the way, claims she doesn't read rpf but then found herself in my inbox asking for very specific filth 👀👀👀 but, anyway, it was good filth, and i was trying to find a way to tackle her request, and then this request really brought it all together for me, so, THANK YOU! here we GO sluts! Wordcount: 3.9K

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Double Or Nothing

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Did Joe say he was coming?”

“Yea, I’m surprised he’s not been spotted yet,”

Heads craned back, and you grumbled into your beer. Conversation had been flowing so nicely, and now, suddenly, everyone had to look at the pub entrance to check if there was any sign of Joe yet.

Like he was the guest of honour missing still.

Like the night hadn’t started properly yet, because Joe wasn’t there.

Ugh.

Now… listen...

By no means did you dislike Joe. He was your friend just as well as he was all of theirs. It was just that, Joe had seemingly become a lot more interesting to a lot more people in a very short amount of time. Even some of your friends sort of… fell for the sudden hype that surrounded him. Wanted it proven to the outside world that they were friends with Joe. That they knew him. Were part of his group.

And you kind of got it, or... at least a little.

Joe got to do very cool and exciting things, met very cool and exciting people, and he'd bring anyone who had the time to join. Any time he'd drop a message with the question 'who's got time off for these dates' it was really a first come, first served sort of deal.

So it kind of made sense that people wanted in with Joe. However, he couldn't pay you enough to sit next to him for a full day, or several, as he passed out autographs like boring assembly line work. To see people fawn over him. Tell him how amazing they all think he is...

Because Joe was… he was just Joe.

There was a lull in conversation, and you felt the need to remind everyone of the time Joe spent a full night ordering drinks for everyone before dipping out and leaving the last people with the bill.

He paid for his own share later, but, still. That was a shitty move.

Or when Imogen and Lawrence had gotten married, and he thought it was okay to help himself to a piece of cake before they'd done the ceremonious cutting of it.

Or when he'd invited everyone over to a party at someone's house without informing the host he was bringing seven other people. That night you'd just stood around awkwardly, all of you, knowing you weren't welcome and afraid to have any of the drinks for fear of them running out.

It felt healthy to remind everyone that Joe was just your shit friend. This guy who they’d known forever and who they also sometimes didn’t like. Because he could be a bit of a boring loser, who’d cancel on events last minute. One that you liked - he was still your friend, supported you when you needed support, made you laugh when you needed cheering up and was just... overall was a fun guy to hang out with. Despite all the shitty things.

Joe knew this is how you felt, and, not that you'd asked, but if you would have, he'd easily agree with you. Would just smile as you glared at him for forgetting someone's birthday and then pretending a gift someone else had bought was from him too.

And he got away with shit like that every single time because of that stupid smile. All charming, all endearing.

All handsome, and shit.

You felt a nudge to your knee under the table after you'd rolled your eyes at everyone looking around to find Joe. You were given a brief smirk by one of your friends before eyes turned away from you and you frowned. Idiot.

You knew what was insinuated there, and didn’t appreciate it.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been very adamant and obvious about not being impressed with Joe, and people took it to mean something else. Like you were overdoing it to hide your real feelings.

You weren’t overdoing anything, though, and you wanted to say something, wanted to argue and bite back at that stupid smug look you got, but you noticed the eyes of the people on the other side of the table focus on something over your head.

You jumped, tensed up with shock, when someone suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders. It nearly knocked over every drink on the table as your knees shot up and banged the underside of it.

“Jesus,”

“No, just me,” Joe joked, and he got heys and hellos and big smiles and even a drink handed over that someone had gotten him before he’d even arrived, and oh my fucking God, you needed more celebrities in your group because this was getting a little ridiculous.

You composed yourself fast, recollected yourself and tried your hardest to push down the blush that had crept onto your face.

Like you’d predicted, the second Joe joined the group, you suddenly all became his entourage.

Now you were all Joe's friends.

You weren’t, but, that’s what it felt like.

To Joe’s credit, he didn’t really act any different – he was still his quiet, normal self. Kind of dull, nothing crazy, just there for a laugh, comfortable with the spotlight being off of him for a little bit. That was nice, and you appreciated that.

It was just that your other friends were big dumb idiots. Not all of them, but, enough of them for it to bother you a little.

Although, Joe had changed his hair... so, he'd changed a little since Hollywood had come a-knocking.

It was all fine, though. The conversation automatically sort of continued from where it left of before Joe joined and the small bit of annoyance you felt before quickly disappeared.

You paid close attention to not paying close attention to Joe.

It wasn’t until Joe cheersed his glass with your half empty one to catch your attention that the irritation you'd felt before crept back in a little.

Not because of the focus landing on you, but because of the question he asked.

Not how are you. Not how’ve you been. But, “No David?”

You gave a little sarcastic smile, tilted your head down to look at him through your eyelashes and confirmed, “No David.”

Apparently that was enough for other people to comment on the matter as well.

“Yea, how’s that going?”

“Are you still seeing each other?”

You took too long to answer either question, and when you look a slow sip of your drink to give yourself more time to think of how you were going to frame this, you could see one of your friends groan. The lack of information said plenty.

“Oh no, here we go again,”

“Should’ve known it,”

“Did you dump him already?”

The whole table seemed to feel the same way about you and David not hanging out together anymore. Made sense though, David was the first guy in a good while you'd taken along to meet some of them. Before David, there'd just been a lot of first dates that only sometimes graduated into a second, and then, usually, contact would sort of... fizzle out.

“I didn’t dump him– there was no dumping to be done, we weren’t dating,”

You got a few scoffs.

“What was it this time?”

And, okay, so, your track record wasn't great by any means. It's just that... you were very easy to turn off, you guessed. And once you found something about someone that got under your skin, you couldn't not see it. You couldn't not hyper-focus on it, and you knew that from that moment on, whatever you and whichever guy had together was doomed to fail.

“Just... we didn't really match each other,”

That was the polite, vague way of putting it. You looked at your drink as you said it but felt Joe's eyes stare you down. It burned your cheeks a bit.

“No, be honest,” Izzy said, speaking to you as if you were a toddler before she went for a sip of her drink.

“What? That's essentially exactly why he's not here right now,”

Izzy scoffed, and you silently cursed your best friend. She was going to make you say it. The thing you told her in private. You took a mental note to never be honest with her again.

“Can I tell them the story, or are you going to do it yourself? I'd love to be the one to share it,” she sat up and leant in. Ready.

The eyes of your friends moved between her and you, like they were watching a tennis match, absolutely not sure where this was going, but very exciting to see where it was going to go.

“Well, it wasn't one specific thing,” you started, and foolishly, left too long a silence after. Izzy filled it immediately, because it very much was one specific thing and she couldn't keep the knowledge inside any longer.

“Bad sex.”

It got some hearty laughs from the group, and when you looked at Joe, you caught his narrowed eyes. He looked a bit hesitant, small smile playing his lips as he hovered his glass in front of his mouth, like was about to take a sip, but couldn't because he had to see how you were going to react to Izzy.

“Okay, no,” you fought. “It wasn't bad sex... not, like, not overall, anyway, it wasn't... it wasn't the worst by any means,” you stumbled through your words and it made Izzy shoot up her eyebrows.

“Oh, are we doing specifics?”

You groaned and saw Joe perk up a little from the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

“Absolutely not, that's not... that's not fair on David,”

What you meant was, let's not talk about my sex life in detail in the middle of this pub, thanks very much. But Izzy didn't care though. She hadn't listened to you faking your orgasms through her bedroom wall for a few weeks for fucking nothing.

“What did he claim to be good at?”

“Isabella...” using her full name did nothing, unfortunately.

“He'd boast about it so much, even I started getting a little jealous,”

“I'm going to get another drink,”

Escaping seemed a good idea. Izzy could just talk about the things she'd heard David say to you in the other room without you there. But you were kind of closed in. Couldn't just get up and make your way over to the bar without people having to move out of your way for it.

“What was it?” Joe asked carefully, voice not too loud, the question definitely only aimed for you to hear. Curious. Not that he was being any kinder towards you than any of your other friends were – you could see that cheeky smile, could see how he was ready to let laughter escape him. Plus, everyone heard him anyway.

You saw your friend open her mouth, ready to answer for you.

“Izzy, don't,” you raised a finger, and you silently cursed at yourself for not being able to keep a straight face anymore.

She was going to say it.

“Head.”

Someone snorted into their beer which splashed into their face and that made people laugh more than what Izzy'd said, but now, that information was out there. It made you slump down into your seat so far, you were practically under the table.

“You told him to fuck off for eating you out wrong? Am I hearing this right?” one of your friends asked, not even judgmentally, but more to coax you out of your hiding spot.

It worked.

“Okay, so, listen,” you sat up, ready to justify your actions. You weren't a horrible person, and you needed people to agree. “If you claim to be amazing at something like that, I would kind of expect you to then also... you know, actually know... where things, are?”

You looked around, read your friend's faces and most of them knew exactly what you meant. Didn't need to use the actual words to describe in detail what David couldn't locate.

Izzy read your friend's faces different, though. Thought they did need clarification, and she was an accommodating friend. Wanted to help out. Also enjoyed embarrassing you a little too much, the bitch.

“Kept licking her leg, sucked on everything but her clit,”

“Oh my G–” you hid your face with both your hands, elbows perched on the table.

“David, David, David,” Joe shook his head, tutted at you, seemed to feel genuinely sorry for the guy.

“To be fair, it's a good reason to stop seeing someone,” someone else said, and you quipped a quick thank you. The comment prompted people to go over all of the other reasons you'd turned men down before, and the list was... extensive, to say the least.

Chewed on his food with his mouth open. Dressed like he was colourblind. Was into weird experimental music that really got under your skin. Bit down on his fork when he ate. Held his phone only an inch away from his face when he used it. Kissed with his eyes wide open like a psychopath. Ran after a beerpong ball in a half-crouch and failed in his attempts to grab it as it bounced. Puns.

Every ick came with it's own backstory and you were shocked by how much your friends remembered - you'd forgotten half the things they were bringing up, reminiscing about the batch of men that you'd turned down for reasons they all deemed ridiculous. It was a lot of laughing at your expense. It was a good thing you were a good sport and that you genuinely liked your friends, so you just laughed along. Knew they all would've probably gotten annoyed by the same things you had. You know, eventually.

It wasn't until someone looked around and said, “There's got to be at least one person in here who doesn't scare her off immediately,” and no, no, no, no. You didn't need your friends actually getting involved in you meeting men.

Not tonight, anyway.

But heads started turning and eyes started scoping out the place, gliding across and lingering on men that maybe stood a chance.

You checked and saw that Joe didn't join in. He was looking down below the table, seemingly to check what his feet were touching, or something along those lines, anyway.

It could be a way to opt out of the game that your friends engaged in mostly to just make fun of you. It could also be that his attention span was too short and he was bored. Both options were awful. The fact that you even looked at him to check was awful in and of itself.

You were no better than your friends.

“Okay, enough,” you held up a hand, elbow in the middle of the table whilst you squeezed your eyes shut. “If you're going to make me look at people and come up with an ick, we'll be here all night. I could even go over all of you and think of several icks for each of you, so let's not,” you laughed, hoping it'd put an end to it.

It did the exact opposite.

“Not for me!” one friend argued, and the whole table laughed. Everyone could easily name multiple things, and so it kicked off.

You all went around the table, named things about each other that would drive you mad if you were to date them. It ranged from obvious things like snoring and working too much, to more niche things, like how someone would continuously pronounce a word wrong whilst insisting that they were right (they weren't) and someone else not wearing socks in certain pairs of shoes (gross).

You were the deciding factor each time. If you agreed with what someone said, there was no more arguing and you'd move on to the next person.

Until you reached Joe.

“Let's go, give me all you've got,” Joe beckoned with both hands, welcoming the criticism like a trooper. It was all innocent fun, after all.

And your friends would name things. All sorts. How he sometimes wouldn't reply to texts for days, leaving people on read for ages. How he'd cancel on people by saying wild shit like, “Oops, sorry, can't make it tonight, I'm in Tokyo rn”. The fact that he'd always hold up the last cigarette from a packet and say, “This is the last one, I'm quitting after this,” and then he'd just as easily buy another packet straight after.

But an unsettling realisation dawned on you.

You silently, almost automatically, dismissed everything that your friends mentioned, that got them laughing and got Joe to jokingly gasp and pretend offense to because... none of it turned you off per se.

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him.

Oh no.

You had to be able to come up with something...

“She fucking hates smokers anyway,” Izzy commented.

“Yea... usually, I do,”

Joe looked at you and raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“I don't know...”

Wide eyes looked at each other across the table, and Izzy couldn't fucking believe what she was hearing.

“That doesn't bother you?”

You laughed and gave your friend a panicked look, “It should! But... somehow it doesn't?”

You got a nudge of a knee under the table again and knew exactly what it meant. You pretended you hadn't felt it. That felt safer.

People started repeating things, waiting for you to go, “Ugh yes,” but you didn't, for none of it, and you thought of lying. Of just pretending that something did, but learning that none of Joe's personality traits actually rubbed you wrong was just as shocking to you as it was to everyone else.

Joe even joined in himself, said, “I'm always fidgetting!” but it did the fucking opposite. Made you look at his hands and notice how nice they were.

Shit.

“Is Joe ick-less?” a pair of astonished eyes asked you, and you couldn't fucking believe yourself when you slowly nodded, lips pressed together impossibly tight.

Joe was ick-less... what the actual fuck?!

“Uh oh,”

“We've found the one, guys! Game over!”

“So, when's the wedding?”

You scoffed. Loudly. Your friends were confirming they were big dumb idiots, you didn't even have to do any convincing of it yourself.

“Nah,” Joe said, and when you looked at him, you grew immediately shy. The little smirk and the mischievous eyes threatened trouble. “I can break her...”

Oh, fuck. The air between the two of you sparkled as your friends oohed, all eyes moving back and forth between the two of you. Even Izzy seemed intrigued.

“One week to give her the ick,” someone suggested.

“Easy,” Joe boasted, not breaking eye-contact.

“Why would you care abou–” you started, but were cut off by Joe who's smile got wider by the second as he challenged you, “And if I win?”

Despite the fact that his eyes were on you, the question was directed at your other friends. When they didn't answer, Joe turned to them, “What are we playing for?”

This... this wasn't happening.

“If you lose, she deserves some good head,” Izzy quipped, and you could've murdered her right then and there. Could've broken a glass on the edge of a table to slit her throat with, because what the fuck was that?

“Three days of head,”

“I said good head,”

“Guys, stop!” you tried, but you might as well not have been there.

“And if you win, she'll return the favour,”

“What?! Oh my God, fuck off, we're not doing this,” you waved both hands in a line, signaling that this was enough now. The joke was over. You weren't laughing.

“Three favours then,” someone else proposed.

“Like that's going to make a difference, he'll just ask for three days of head,”

“No, he'll make her his PA, for a con, or whatever,”

“Ooh, good one!”

“Yea, I'm not falling for that again,”

Joe snorted as your friends debated about a bet that definitely wasn't going to happen. You weren't going to shake on this, no matter how badly they wanted this free bit of entertainment for themselves.

“Okay,” Izzy said, smacking the table with a flat palm, shutting everyone up.

“Joe is going give you the ick within a week. If he does, you'll owe him three favours and if he doesn't, you'll be getting from Joe what you haven't gotten from David,”

“What if she lies?”

“She's a terrible liar, I see right through her,”

And Izzy did. Had always been able to.

“Jesus Christ, you're a bunch of delusional losers,” you laughed.

There was going to have to be a moment where Joe would side with you and you'd swipe the whole ordeal off the table together. At least, that's what you expected.

You expected wrong.

Instead of Joe telling your friends to leave you alone, to be sensible and kind, because you hadn't even gotten good sex in a little while, poor puppy... instead of all of that, you noticed how he waited for the commotion at the table to quiet down a little before he said, “Double or nothing.”

“What?”

“Double or nothing. One week of head,”

“Izzy said good hea-,”

“One week of good head, or one week of favours,”

You frowned slightly at him, dumbfounded that Joe seemed to be going with all of this.

He was actually going along with it.

Were you going to want to let Joe go down on you?

Wait.

You wrecked your brain and tried to think of everything that someone had ever done to you that had turned you off immediately. Would those same things be awful of Joe did them?

Probably not. But... maybe.

Shit, you kind of wouldn't mind a full week of Joe going down on you. Making you come on his mouth. It'd be weird, sure, but also, when was the last time someone made you orgasm with just their mouth?

Jesus, what a wild conclusion - you had no idea that Joe confused you this much. If anything, you'd learnt something about yourself today that you honestly never thought was something you were ever going to have to think about.

So the question maybe wasn't, would you let Joe go down on you... The question was, would you let Joe drag you along to be his personal assistant for a week? Because that was most definitely what he was going to ask of you. You had no interest in tagging along to watch someone do their job, and everyone knew this about you.

Fuck, were you... were you considering doing this?

Joe felt the second of hesitation and held his pinky out, hoping he'd get you to link yours with his before that window closed.

Your eyes glanced at Izzy, who somehow looked bored and giddy at the same time.

Should you do it? Joe's pinky flexed and he questioningly raised his eyebrows at you, a small smile playing underneath.

Just for shits and giggles?

What came out of your mouth next was so quiet, it was barely audible in the loud ambiance of the pub.

“Fine.”

But it was okay, people didn't need to be able to hear you. Because it was embarrassing, but also, because what happened next was one of your arms, moving from where it cupped your own face to half way across the table. Your pinky finger met Joe's and they linked.

“Deal.”

Joe's stupid face broke into a huge grin that made you instantly regret agreeing, but his pinky was stronger than yours and held you in its grip as he repeated your words back to you.

“Fine. Deal.”

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RAIN CODE Fan Meeting Report ⑤ (Final)

(Again, sorry the thumbnail doesn't make sense 😅)

From around the middle of the evening program to the end.

Previous posts:

RAIN CODE Fan Meeting Report ①

RAIN CODE Fan Meeting Report ②

RAIN CODE Fan Meeting Report ③

RAIN CODE Fan Meeting Report ④

⚠️This is a looooooong post and contains important spoilers! If you haven't played RAIN CODE yet, you should definitely not expand this post.

Before the second half began, there was a section introducing the merchandise available at the event, just like in the daytime program. It was also announced that those who bought the OST could participate in an autograph session with Kodaka, and the MC asked Kodaka: "From what I found on X, the fans who already participated seemed pretty happy. How was it?" He then replied:

(The crazy thing about Kodaka is that even when he lies, he never denies it like "just kidding" or "it was a joke"! 😂)

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Afterwards, Fukuhara, Suzushiro, and KENN performed a reading that recounted a scene right after Desuhiko's awakening in Mystery Labirinth. The dialog was exactly the same as in the game, so I'll skip the details.

In the next reading, Ishikawa participated and they did the reenactment of the scene in Chapter 4 where they talked to Dr. Huesca in front of his laboratory through a monitor. Originally, Yuma, Desuhiko, and Fubuki talked to him, but Fubuki was replaced by Halara, so the script was a bit special.

Dr. Huesca's lines just played the in-game audio, which led him to ask Halara who the woman was. 😅

When Yuma told him that Halara was also a detective who had come to protect him, he seemed to think a little. Then Desuhiko said, "Hey, Halara! This might be our chance. Let's draw the geezer outta his hiding place with a honey trap!", then he continued in a cute voice. "Tell him, ' With all my heart... I will serve you nya!'" Halara was confused by his words, but muttered, "You said 'nya'... so is it a cat?" and seemed a little more enthusiastic, so Yuma panicked, "Halara! Don't take it so seriously!" Then Shinigami interrupted, "Wow, that sounds fun! Imitating a cat is a piece of cake. I'll show you my example!" and she continued in a sweet voice, "With all my heart... *breath* I will serve you nya♡"

(I drew the image above based on the image that was on the back screen, but actually showed a sprite used in the game).

Since no one but Yuma could see that Shinigami was so excited, no one reacted with it, then Halara muttered, "If it means a cat, I might be able to do it." Yuma was confused: "A-Are you sure, Halara?" Halara replied sharply: "Who do you think I am? I'll show you..."

"With all my heart... I will serve you nya!"

(It was like the "With all my heart..." part is in his/her normal voice, and "I will serve you nya!" is in a softer voice towards the end.)

Desuhiko was surprised: "Y-You've really done it!"

After that, as in the main story of the game, Dr. Huesca pretended to open the lock, but someone attacked him (though it was just his act), causing Desuhiko to panic, and Shinigami forced a punch line to end the reading.

・・・

Ishikawa commented: "What on earth were we made to do?" Fukuhara: "I made sure to ask if Halara was ok!" KENN: "Won't Halara charge them a fee later?"

Ishikawa seemed confused, but Fukuhara and KENN praised her for giving a convincing performance. (Personally, I liked that Halara was never weirdly shy or embarrassed.)

Then, Kodaka commented, "If I had written the script*, I definitely would have let Desuhiko do it too. Like, 'I'll set an example for you!'" KENN: "In disguise?" Kodaka: "Yeah, in disguise." KENN: "So it might not be my voice. Haha." (*As I mentioned in the previous post, the script for the reading was written by someone from Spike Chunsoft, so Kodaka was not involved.)

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The next segment was "Kanai Ward Citizen Survey". Just like the daytime program, the audience was asked some questions with three choices for each, and the VAs predict the answer that would be the most popular.

The MC told the audience, "Imagine that you are a resident of Kanai Ward." Then Kodaka said "You are a homunculus, homunculus. Feel the urge to eat steamed meat buns!" 😄

The first question was:

Q1.Who is the Amaterasu employee you want to be your boss? 1. Yomi 2. Martina 3. Makoto

(I believe Makoto is a CEO and not an employee, but I wrote that because that's what the question actually said.)

The audience laughed when the question appeared on the back screen, and Kodaka said: "Is there anyone who would choose the first option!?" Then, the MC asked, "If there are people who choose Yomi, how should we perceive them?":

(The art used was the same as the acrylic stands.)

And all the VAs predicted that 3.Makoto would be the most popular. (This was the only question that all the VAs answered the same!)

The MC then asked the audience to vote. (Votes were given by clapping.) When the MC called out, "Those of you who want Yomi to be your boss, please clap your hands!", a few people responded with a strong clapping! Then Fukuhara said, "There should only be a few people there, but it sounds so loud!" 😂

As for Martina, there were a few more people clapping. However, when it was Makoto's turn, there were much more of them, as expected by the VAs. So it was 3.Makoto who got the most votes.

The next question was:

Q2. Who is the master detective you want to be your boyfriend?

1. Yuma 2. Desuhiko 3. Vivia

The MC asked a somewhat nasty question about each of these choices, and Fukuhara argued.

MC: "If Yuma sees someone in trouble, even in the middle of a date, he'll probably leave to help that person, right?" Fukuhara: "No! Well, uh, maybe." MC: "Desuhiko will definitely look at other girls in the middle of a date, right?" Fukuhara: "No, it's not!" (I understand that he would argue about Yuma, but it was cute that he argued about Desuhiko as well 😄)

MC: "As for Vivia-san, will he pay attention to his partner?" Kodaka: "It must be like having a pet. Like having a pet named Vivia." MC: "Like giving him books or something like that?" Kodaka: "Yes, something like that." Suzushiro: "Like a kept man?" Kodaka: "To be blunt, yes." (Everyone laughed at Kodaka's answer.)

After that, the VAs talked about Desuhiko's charms as a partner. Then Kodaka said: "Don't you hate it if your boyfriend has a talent for disguise? I think his partner would become neurotic, wondering 'if that guy could be Desuhiko, too.'" KENN responded:

Kodaka: "Like, 'You again!' or something like that at a business partner company. It's scary, a little." Suzushiro: "Right, it would be so scary if it was real. 😅"

After such a discussion, here is the answer the VAs chose:

Needless to say, Fukuhara chose 1.Yuma, but Suzushiro chose 2.Desuhiko even though she agreed with Kodaka that Desuhiko might be scary as a boyfriend.

When asked by the MC why, Suzushiro responded: "I still think he's cute." KENN: "But isn't he sometimes a bit like a middle-aged man?" Suzushiro: "I might even think it's cute. If I become obsessed, I might not be able to leave him."

Next, when asked why Ishikawa chose 3, she replied: "Well, because he's stable. He definitely doesn't seem to be unfaithful, does he? He also doesn't seem to be interested in people or himself, but I think it's okay if I can tame him..." MC: "So you'll give him everything he needs to live?" Ishikawa: "Yes, I will." Fukuhara: "It's totally a kept man 😅"

(I was very curious as to why KENN didn't choose Desuhiko, but the MC didn't ask him, maybe due to lack of time.)

The audience then voted but all three choices got a lot of votes, so it was decided that this means that they are all popular, so 1, 2, and 3 are all correct.

The next question was the last:

Last Question: Which line do you want Yuma to say?

1. "Aaahhh! Blood! Blood!" (JA: きゃあああああああっ！血が！血がっ！) 2. "Wait! That statement is no good!" (JA: ちょっと待って！その発言はアウトじゃない！？) 3. "My past and my memories don't matter! I will solve the mystery as Yuma Kokohead!" (JA: 過去も記憶も関係ない！ボクはユーマ=ココヘッドとして謎を解く！)

There is not much to explain about this question, so I will just write the results. Here are the VAs' choices:

Fukuhara: 2 Suzushiro: 1 Ishikawa: 1 KENN: 1

Fukuhara was surprised by this result, but the VAs who chose 1 said they wanted to hear Yuma's scream live. Perhaps the audience felt the same way; most of the audience voted for 1, so Fukuhara actually performed Yuma's scream.

All VAs answered both the first and second questions correctly, so everyone except for Fukuhara received a book token as a prize.

Fukuhara: "Oh my, I was the only one to get the last question wrong!?" KENN: "Didn't expect only the protagonist actor could not receive it. 😁" Suzushiro: "I'll use this book token properly!" Fukuhara: "Yes... use it for RAIN CODE. 😭" KENN: "Let's get some books for Vivia. 😄"

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The next segment was "Guess Exactly! World Detective Organization Certification Test!" in which participants had to choose some RAIN CODE merchandise so that the total amount would be 10,000 yen.

A long table with lots of merchandise was brought on stage for this game, and as the MC introduced the wide variety of merchandise available at RAIN CODE, Suzushiro mentioned: "There are quite a few people in the audience wearing Desuhiko hoodies." and Fukuhara agreed: "That's true. Deshiko's hoodies stand out!" (In fact, I saw several people wearing orange hoodies! I have seen one woman wearing it, but it had mostly been worn by men.)

This game was done in a team competition, with the teams divided into Fukuhara and KENN, and Suzushiro and Ishikawa. As a special assistant, Kodaka participated in the former and Sakakibara in the latter.

When the MC said, "You assistants can only give hints, don't tell them the exact price even if you know it," Kodaka replied, "No, I don't know at all."

Then KENN asked Kodaka: "How involved are you with these kinds of merchandise?" Kodaka: "Well, sometimes I supervise...... No, hardly ever. I just listen to them tell me what they are going to release something like that."

When asked by Ishikawa, "Are you confident that you can remember (the price of each item)?" Sakakibara replied with a smile, "No, I don't". So it seems that neither Kodaka nor Sakakibara had much to do with the merchandise.

As each team began their predictions with almost no clues, Ishikawa found a headband that mimics Shinigami's headdress and said:

When Ishikawa asked Suzushiro to put on the headband, Suzushiro looked surprised for a moment, then silently picked up the headband from the table and put it on her head! Ishikawa's eyes lit up and she did a little jump and said, "Cuuute!!!" (It might seem like I'm exaggerating, but there really was that exact exchange, and it was very cute! XD)

After that, the VAs' predictions were as follows:

Fukuhara and KENN team: ・Deshiko's hoodie: 5,800 yen ・Yuma and Shinigami acrylic stand: 1,500 yen ・World Detective Organization metal pin badge: 2,000 yen ・Swinging glass: 700 yen

Suzushiro and Isikawa team: ・Shinigami figure (in spirit form): 6,500 yen ・Meat buns plush with ball chain: 600 yen ・Shinigami headband: 2,900 yen

When Kodaka saw these, he said: "Shinigami headband is definitely not that expensive!" But Sakakibara argued: "But, swinging glass is definitely not that cheap!" (Sakakibara had been very quiet the whole time, so it was interesting to see him argue clearly with Kodaka 😄)

By the way, it was cute to see KENN doing a pose while the event staff was calculating which one was closer to the 10,000 yen total.

(Fukuhara didn't notice it for a while, but later noticed it and posed with KENN, whose picture is in the official report article.)

Then, here is the calculation results:

Fukuhara and KENN team: 13,750 yen (+3,750yen)

Suzushiro and Isikawa team: 7,810 yen (-2,190 yen)

So the winners in this game were Suzushiro and Ishikawa.

Kodaka: "Neither team's answer was that close to 10,000 yen..." Sakakibara: "Maybe the swinging glass is more expensive after all. It can't be that cheap for a glass product." Kodaka: "Huh? Isn't it plastic?" Fukuhara: "No, this is glass, Kodaka-san!" Kodaka: "Oh. Then it's more expensive." Fukuhara: "You said, it's not that expensive! 😫" (Their prediction was 700 yen, but the actual price was 1,650 yen. Also, Desuhiko's hoodie was more expensive.)

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With that, the main part of the evening program was over and the participants made their final remarks.

Sakakibara: "Thank you so much for having so many of you here. We at Spike Chunsoft will continue to do our best to make RAIN CODE more lively, so please continue to support us. Thank you very much!"

Kodaka: "Today was the first event, and I want to make RAIN CODE more lively so that this will not be the last. Of course, I also want to create a sequel."

He then looked at Sakakibara and continued:

Sakakibara loudly declared that he would do his best to animate RAIN CODE after being pressed by Kodaka. 😂 Then they went on:

The VAs laughed out loud at this conversation. (This made me completely like Sakakibara. It was funny that Sakakibara easily declared that he would drive the company, even though he seems like the type of person who would never say such a thing. 🤣)

Kodaka then concluded: "So please continue to support us!"

In closing remarks from the VAs, they talked about how happy they were to see the faces of RAIN CODE fans, and how they hope to have another opportunity to play their characters in a sequel, an anime, or something.

And at the end, they all said "Thank you!" together and left the stage.

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The evening program seemed to be over, but the stage went dark, and soon Fukuhara and Suzushiro returned to the stage for a reading play of the farewell scene between Yuma and Shinigami in the final mystery labyrinth.

The reading started from the scene where Shinigami made an emergency exit appear and she explained that using it would break Yuma's contract with Shinigami.

For a while, the dialog was exactly the same as in the game. Shinigami told Yuma that if you remember me even a little bit, show the world that everyone is happy there like you said, and Yuma promised that he would make it happen.

Then, before Yuma headed for the emergency exit, he called out to the audience:

The audience responded to Yuma and Shinigami's call with applause.

Yuma: "Well, but that's right. Also, we've been able to entrust this story to everyone here. I think that is one of the solutions." Shinigami: "I'm sure you'll forget about the spoiler talk when you leave here, though. Oh, but then you'll be able to play the game again, so it's a good deal!" Yuma: "You say such things even at a time like this... I think it will be okay. It will stay in everyone's heart."

Yuma then called out to the audience once again:

(The audience responded with applause.)

Shinigami: "Master. It's about time. We have to say goodbye." Yuma: "...Okay, Shinigami. Here we go!"

Yuma & Shinigami: ""Thank you very much for coming today!!!""

After Yuma and Shinigami's greetings, the stage gradually darkened and the spotlight shone on Shinigami alone.

Shinigami: "I'm not sad or anything. I’m... used to being alone. And that solves everything... Doesn’t it?

I will be waiting... to see you all again!"

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After the reading, Yuma's voice announced that all stage programs were over. 

Yuma asked, "Did you all enjoy the last special reading play?" The audience responded with loud applause.

Yuma: “Thank you everyone. We look forward to seeing you all again! Thank you so much for coming today!”

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That's all for my report.

Thank you so much for reading to the end! 💖

#my art #rain code #rain code's fan meeting #yuma kokohead #shinigami #halara nightmare #desuhiko thunderbolt #kazutaka kodaka #syohei sakakibara #Many thanks to all of you who have read my reports!

[damagedintellect]

Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 3  💌  

Summary:  To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?  

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love, [Later chapters have🍋]

💌 Word count: 3,938 💌  <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>

At some point sitting turned into laying down and the next thing you knew your eyes slipped shut. As the credits rolled Law finally looked away from the screen. He didn’t even realize that you had fallen asleep let alone were using him as a pillow. He was perplexed on what to do. He was already surprised how comforting he found your presence. While the two of you were alone like this he actually felt at ease. He began to take notice when his hand sought yours out all day. Despite knowing you were being followed and that he should, the act of holding your hand was unintentional. He looked back at you sound asleep before moving the laptop away. He didn't want to wake you up. Slowly but surely Law managed to move you enough for him to lay down next to you. His mind was still lost at the prospect that he was not repulsed by your physical contact.

In fact part of him seemingly craved it. He couldn't tell if this was due to the fact that Doflamingo wants him to marry someone else or if he genuinely has latent romantic feelings he should address. His levels of stress could be causing the touch starved-ness but he never thought his love language was physical touch. Quality time sure but you were already practically joined at the hip and have been for the past two weeks. Law closed his eyes. There was no sense thinking himself in circles on the matter. He just needed to be prepared for whatever Doflamingo throws at him. His relationship query could wait, he had self control.

The next morning Law woke up first. His head was a mess but he often had trouble quieting down his thoughts. He slowly opened his eyes to see you laying on top of him cuddled into his chest. Adorable. He was about to move you when you started to stir. He closed his eyes enough for you to think he was asleep but open just enough for him to watch what you do. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to look at him, smile and go back to snuggling into him. Was he really that comfy? Suddenly you bolted upright with so much force you fell backwards tumbling off the bed. Law couldn’t help but laugh at the clear display of grace.

"Y-you were awake!" You stuttered out from the spot on the floor. Blood rushing to your face in embarrassment. "Who wouldn't wake up to that. You weren’t exactly quiet, you know." Law stretched while you picked yourself up off the floor. You grabbed your phone and remembered "Oh!" You shuffled through the presents you wrapped to find Law’s.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" You jumped back on the bed shoving the gift in his face. "Merry Christmas, you didn’t have to get me anything, I just assumed we weren't going to." He spent his time delicately peeling back the wrapping as you snickered "Well you thought wrong. Just hurry up already!" Law stared at the coin in his hands and looked back up at you completely at a loss for words. Your smile was blinding with how bright it was. "How did you know I wanted this? (Y/N)-ya they only printed 50 of these when did you-" Law paused, narrowing his eyes at you "That’s why you wanted takoyaki."

"Bingo, you were staring at it with heart eyes, it wasn't that hard to guess."

Law frowned "I was not."

"You totally were. You're little obsession with Sora warrior of the sea is cute. I'm just surprised you've never asked Sanji for an autograph." Law quirked an eyebrow at you "Why black leg-ya?"

"Oh, you didn't know? Sanji is a Vinsmoke."

"He's Germa!?" Law shouted in disbelief "Yeah he doesn't like people knowing about it but I just assumed since you were a big fan of the comic you would have known."

After breaking Law for a bit you both decided to see if anyone else was awake. All the kids were up, most of the adults were still waking up grabbing coffee. You used this time to put your gifts by the tree. As soon as Lao G woke up everyone gathered around the tree and started opening gifts. Yesterday you asked Baby 5 to help you pick out things people would like and for the most part you think at the very least people had a good laugh. Sugar got a mountain of plushies and luckily the one you got her she didn't have yet. Monet scowled but the blush on her face told you she really liked her new harpy shirt. Ever the tsundere. You got Baby 5 a heart locket. Whenever she does find love she can put their picture in it.

For Corazon you actually had his present made prior to coming. With the help of Bepo, Penguin and Shachi you made a photo album of all the candid photos of Law anyone in your dorm had on their camera roll. Personally your favorite ones were of him asleep at his desk when his bed was not more than two feet away. The blonde actually picked you up and spun you around meanwhile Law was sending some angry texts to his self proclaimed "former friends."

Doflamingo ever the methodical bastard saved opening your gift until he was the last one with a present. His expression was hard to interpret but everyone else got a kick out of it saying it was perfect for him. He chuckled darkly before getting out of his seat disappearing into the other room. When he returned he had one last present to give. You could feel Law tense beside you as Doffy handed it to you.

Upon opening it you were in awe. Inside was a gorgeous elegant pastel pink evening gown complete with a white capelet shawl, matching heels and jewelry. This was something you’d only seen people wear to a ball or some other high society event. You were speechless. "This is beautiful, thank you Doffy. I have no idea where I'm going to wear this."

"My business partners and I are hosting a charity Gala on New Year's eve. I doubt Law has said anything about it. Consider this a bribe to make sure Law will be in attendance. He tends to skip these events."

You could see sparks fly from Law and Doflamingo as they stare at each other neither backing down from the challenge. The situation was only diffused by Corazon's big family group hug. The rest of the day was spent playing more games, watching more Christmas movies and keeping Law from blowing a gasket everytime Doffy purposely sabotaged his chances at winning.

When evening rolled around everyone got dressed to go take this year's photo by the tree. After the photo was taken Monet snickered and pointed above your head. "Ooo~ Mistletoe." You and Law looked up and sure enough on the branch above your head someone had tied a mistletoe to it. You're pretty sure it was a set up by Monet but it also could have been Doflamingo. Heck it could have even been Corazon who knows. You and Law only stare at each other for a brief moment before he cups your cheek pulling you in as you rise on your tippy toes to meet him in the middle. You could feel your stomach flip in a pleasant way. His lips were softer than you thought they would be and when you pulled away you could see how red Law’s face became. As short and sweet as the kiss was, Corazon still managed to snap a picture of it. You laughed as Law complained and tried to grab for Corazon's phone but the Taller man held it just out of reach as he texted it to you.

On the way back to the house everyone was making fun of Law for being embarrassed over the slight PDA. Calling him "Lover boy" and "Casanova" causing him to pull his hat down further over his face. You were holding his hand one because it was warm and two because you were trying to make sure he didn't run into anything with his hat covering his eyes. After you got back to the manor dinner was served and the kiss was dropped from conversation. Although you'd catch Law stealing glances at you every now and then but he'd turn away as soon as you caught him.

Once dinner was done you stayed to help Corazon clean up. This time Law didn’t stop you claiming he wanted to take a shower and go to bed since he was exhausted from being around his family for such an extended period of time. Fair enough, you could imagine him throwing himself on his bed like the past few days. "Law is cute when he's flustered." You giggled as the aforementioned surgeon left the room.

Corazon grinned "In case you were wondering, that was a joint effort but it was Doflamingo's idea." You were shocked. "Really I would have guessed it was Monet."

"I think Doffy's warming up to the idea that Law can make decisions about his future for himself." Corazon paused to wink at you "Or you won him over and this is his way of approving your relationship." You hummed whatever the case you're silently thanking him. When this is all over and done you wouldn't have to think about what it would have felt like. You smiled as Corazon handed you the last dish.

"Oh, that reminds me. Do you know how to waltz?"

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Law threw himself on the bed once again. He thought the shower would help calm his thoughts. He wasn't sure before but now he's definitely certain he developed a crush on you. He aggressively dried his hair with a towel. When he kissed you it just felt right. He melted into the touch and the whole way back home all he could think about was doing it again. To his defense he never had a horny teenage phase. He was too busy studying and defying Doflamingo for it to even be on the forefront of his mind. He always thought he had no interest in such things but now? He groaned in frustration. He had half a mind to ask if you'd even be interested. He noticed the way you stared at him when he was changing there could be a mutual benefit here. Truly he just didn't want to come off as creepy lest he make the rest of the trip unbearably awkward. There were too many cons that drastically outweighed the pros in this situation. He'll wait to see if you bring it up, repeating to himself that he has self control. He drifted to sleep

When you walked into the room Law was passed the fuck out. You couldn’t blame him honestly, you were surprised that he lasted so long spending time with his family. You were going to ask him if he could teach you to waltz since Corazon has two left feet but you guess that'll have to wait until tomorrow. As a musical theater major you were no strangers to partner dancing but it was all very choreographed and not a classic waltz. Once you changed, without thinking about it, you kissed Law goodnight on the forehead and fell asleep.

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The next morning you woke up to the feeling of being suffocated. Law had you pressed into his chest. You didn't want to wake him up but you wanted air. You tried to shimmy out of his grasp but only got so far. Now your faces were inches apart and you were screaming internally. Feeling his breath on your face made you want so desperately to close the distance. Thinking back to that short lived kiss it was driving you mad. God you wanted Law to kiss you again, amongst other things. Fuck this is not what you should be thinking about right now. Not with him pressed firmly against you. Your head was spinning, you wonder if you could get him to kiss you if you claimed it was practice for…something. God no that was stupid, practice for what? A midnight kiss on New year's?

You were so lost in thought you didn't realize Law opened his eyes and was watching you mentally have a conversation with yourself. He didn't know what to say and clearly you didn't realize he was awake but he also didn't want to move. It was cold outside of the blanket and you were nice and warm. Law cleared his throat, snapping you back to reality.

"Oh God, how long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to know you're panicking about something, is it about the kiss?" Law was hoping you would say yes so he could say that maybe you guys needed to practice more to get comfortable. You know, to make it more believable and for absolutely no other reason.

On the other hand your inner voice was screaming to lie, DEAR GOD LIE, anything but the kiss but all you could do was stutter "N-no it's uh t-that's not. I, God, this is embarrassing but can you teach me to waltz?" Good, topic averted you could live another day. Law raised an eyebrow curiously and shifted to sit up "You've gotta be kidding me. You are a dance major!" You sat upright defending yourself. "Yeah, I'm trained in musical theater and Tap not ballroom!"

Law sighed in fake annoyance, at least this was an excuse to be close to you. As he keeps reminding himself he has self control but he still wanted to run some tests on how much your contact affects him. "It can't be helped. Did you pack a long dress or skirt with you?"

"Not really. Do you think Baby 5 or Monet would have? I mean worse case I could try on my new dress but I'd hate to ruin it before I get to wear it out."

Law choked, coughing to cover up his reaction knowing the only long dresses either of them have were maid outfits. "Yes they do."

You grabbed the heels Doffy gave you and made your way to Baby 5's room who gladly lent you a dress. With a sparkle in her eye she rushed to put it on you. She was so fast you didn't know it was a maid outfit until you looked in the mirror. She even managed to put the headpiece on you. You flushed at your reflection, you were so cute.

"Hey, Baby 5 have you seen (Y/N)-ya." You heard Law from outside the door before your eyes met he trailed off and froze. You smirked.

"Okaerinasai goshujin-sama~" you curtseyed for good measure, bowing your head slightly but continued to stare at Law. He used his hand to cover the lower half of his face as he turned around sharply. "If you have time to make jokes then you have time to practice." He started walking away to one of the many open rooms in the manor. You bounced to his side the four inch heels not slowing you down in the slightest. "Ooo~ did I strike a cord? Is your nose bleeding? Aw come on Law you can tell me I'm cute!" He pulled you in by the waist dipping you effortlessly, halting your teasing immediately as you stare into his eyes like a deer in headlights. "You're playing a dangerous game (Y/N)-ya" your heart was hammering in your chest. He had you literally swooning. This time Law smirked, satisfied with himself as he pulled you back upright.

As he explained how to waltz you realized you're an idiot. You do know how to waltz. Every pas de bourree, every step ball change was essentially a waltz. You ended up waltzing around the room as Law roasts you for not realizing sooner. The mockery fades away as Law lowers the hand on your back slightly pulling you in closer. You can feel your breath hitch. Since when was Law so nimble? You twirled with him effortlessly taken aback by how in sync you were with reading each other's movements. When he went in for the dip you were breathless, eyes half lidded Law wearing a similar expression. Just as he started leaning in to close the distance you heard a slow clap from the corner of the room breaking the spell you were seemingly under. You didn't realize you had an audience.

"Bravissima, such grace." Doflamingo complimented your performance. Despite Law tensing up you bow "Thank you." Now that he has your attention he stops clapping "I have business to attend to at Smile factory and was wondering if you wanted to show (Y/N) around the facility, maybe take the tour?"

Law turns to you "Do you want to see the over glorified build a bear?" You could tell he wanted you to say no but you'd rather jump ship than address your almost kiss from a few seconds ago.

"Sure, why not! Let me change first." You forced a laugh as you passed Doflamingo "Wouldn't want a maid running around the factory." You scampered off. Part of you thinks it was a bad idea to leave Law with him but it was too late to go back. You grabbed the first thing you saw and hurried back down.

When you joined the two, Law did a double take pulling his hat down once again. Doffy smiled at you and you both followed him out. You shot a quizzical look at Law as he gestured to what you were wearing. You didn't pay attention to what you grabbed, you just wanted something warm and comfy. You were wearing Law’s hoodie. Despite your blushing you remained composed "What it's warm and cozy."

Arriving at the factory you were surprised that Law wasn't kidding, it was just an over glorified build a bear. The tour consisted of you going to different parts of the factory to, by the end of it, complete your own toy. The idea was super cute so naturally you forced Law to sit through it. Other than the bear sewing pattern you had control over all the personal details of the bear and after staring at a certain grumpy surgeon you snickered to yourself. You chose a white bear, gave him real tired done with the world kind of eyes, with the staple dark rings underneath, a slight frown, and nearly matching tattoos. That's when Law gave you a disapproving glare "Really?" You only laughed. When you got to the voice box station you begged him to say something for the bear. Gave him big ol puppy dog eyes and everything but he continued to ignore you playing games on his phone. You snatched it from him and as he grabbed it back he shouted "Oi, (Y/N)-ya" before he realized his mistake. Now you were on to the clothing. You had to give him the surgeon's standard jeans, hoodie and the iconic hat. You contemplated putting a surgical mask and scalpel but decided against it opting for just his earring and it was perfect the way it was. You held it next to him and gave the bear a squeeze.

"Oi, (Y/N)-ya"

Law only rolled his eyes at you. You were very proud of yourself. You were hugging the bear for the rest of the day to the point where you could tell he was getting annoyed.

"Seriously?"

You snickered as you walked into the manor "What?"

"When are you going to stop hugging that thing?" Law grumbled as you joined the rest of his family in the living room. You hummed, glancing around the room deciding to play it up a bit. "Hmmm, dunno. Why is the real one jealous?" You elbowed him, not giving him time to answer as you sat down by Baby 5 and Sugar "So who's winning?"

"Lao G but we're playing by different rules. Lao G has to be first at all times. If you pass him you start over so the real winner is second place." Sugar explained while Baby 5 gasped "Did you make a little Law, that's so cute!"

You snuggled it into your face and heard Law suck his teeth in irritation "tsk" you know you're playing with fire but it was too fun. "I named him Trafalgrrr B. Water Paw, the B obviously stands for bear, but lil Law sounds good too." You kissed him on the nose for good measure and you could feel Law glaring daggers at you getting up from his seat. You giggled until you felt your chair tip back. You didn't have anytime to react as Law captured your lips with his. It only lasted for a second but it still flustered you. You were going to hug Lil Law again when you noticed he wasn't in your lap.

"Oi, (Y/N)-ya"

You snapped back at Law to see his smug ass expression holding the bear hostage "Shit it was a trap!" You hastily got out of your seat but he already disappeared upstairs.

Monet rolled her eyes "Again sickening."

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You burst through the door to see Law reading on his bed. He looked up at you like nothing happened "What?" Your eyes dart around the room "You know what you did, that was a good trick by the way. Didn't think you had it in ya. Now where is he?"

Law put his book down and folded his arms across his chest, decidingly stalling "What's that supposed to mean."

"Well I have a natural flirty personality and you get all weird about pda." You started by looking under the bed. There weren't too many places he could hide the bear. "I don't get weird, I just don't understand how it's anyone's business." Law retorted going back to his book. You've looked through most of the room and you still haven’t located the bear you stare at Law. "Still didn't answer my question. Where's lil Law?" He didn't answer, just turned the page of his book. You filter through the drawers of his desk still kicking up dirt. You stare back at Law once more. "You're sitting on him." You accuse, trying to think of where else the bear could be. Standing at his side you were about to feel underneath the pillow he was laying on when he grabbed your wrist. "I knew it!" You tried to use your other hand but surprise surprise he grabbed your other wrist too. Desperate times call for desperate measures. You throw your leg over his lap straddling him. Trying to use your leverage to break your wrists free and feel behind him. It doesn't work. He's too strong; he turns the tables easily pinning you to the bed. You heard one knock and you both freeze as the door opens "Corazon says dinners ready." Sugar trails off before shouting "Oh God, my eyes lock the door next time!" She didn't even close the door before she ran off.

You laughed as Law rubbed his temples. He lived with a bunch of idiots he swears. It was only then that you realized the position you were in. "Honestly I don't know what they were expecting by bursting into the room after our show downstairs." Law murmured as he released his hold on you. That's right all of this was fake. None of this means anything. You shake the thought out of your head and carry on.

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[innytoes]

3 Sentence prompts: Willexie + Thrift Shopping!

Just because they were kind of famous now, didn't mean Reggie wanted to give up on his favourite hobby. Listen, he'd gotten his most iconic outfit from the thrift store. Okay, it had been pretty much his only outfit for a while. But it had clearly worked, because Sunset Curve was topping the charts now and everyone thought he was really cool.

Another bonus to having one iconic outfit was he could just ditch the leather jacket and flannel for the day and be basically incognito. Not that a lot of old people at estate sales knew who he was, but he'd been recognised at a bunch of garage sales and it just felt wrong to try and haggle with someone who really just wanted his autograph.

"Tell me again why you dragged me out of bed at five in the morning to drive down to Pasadena to look at... old junk?" Alex whined, sipping on the giant coffee Reggie had gotten him along the way. He was dressed in one of Reggie's flannels, which honestly was kind of a little treat in and of itself. Reggie himself had stolen one of Bobby's shirts and Alex' denim jacket.

"Because it's fun?" Reggie asked. Alex did not look convinced. "Because we can get cool stuff for the house?" he tried again.

"We can get cool stuff for the house at literally every store we want now," Alex pointed out. Which was true, they had Money now. Of course their co-dependent asses still went and bought a house together like they always said they would. It was just... slightly closer to a mansion than the shitty apartments they'd been thinking of when they were seventeen and broke. "Luke and Bobby spent a couple of grand on a new sound system."

"It's not about the money," Reggie pouted. "It's about the thrill of the chase. It's about treasure hunting! It's about finding unique pieces nobody else has!"

Alex stared at him, unamused, obnoxiously slurping his coffee.

"Fine, you're here because you love me and because I need your big sexy muscles to help lift stuff into the truck if we find anything." He was hoping to find a cool coffee table, or a desk, and they could still use a nice dresser.

"Fine," Alex said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "But if I find something cute, you're doing the haggling for me."

"Deal."

The morning went pretty well. They found some cool lamps, and a couple of nice hardcover science fiction books Reggie thought would look very mature and adult on their shelf. Reggie managed to haggle down on a really mature looking desk that would look great in their 'We're Real Adults Now' house, and Alex did use his sexy muscles to help get it onto the truck.

After a quick early lunch in town, they went to the next estate sale. They agreed to split up, since it was later in the day and they needed to be fast before all the good stuff was snapped up.

Except when Reggie rounded the corner, he saw Alex wasn't looking for a nice dresser or pretty trinkets. Alex was talking to a very hot, very cool guy in a crop top.

Reggie narrowed his eyes, going over. Alex beamed. "Hey babe!"

"Why are you flirting with the enemy?" Reggie hissed.

Alex groaned. "Not this again."

"Hey, Reggie," Willie beamed. "Great job on nabbing that desk at the Gilmore estate, I had my eye on that too. But you got here a little late. Do you want to see the heirloom patchwork blanket I scored? And I found this really cool dresser I'm going to paint..."

Reggie squinted at their rival, annoyed. He wanted a cool dresser. And the patchwork blanket folded over his arm looked really nice.

"I'm sure it will look really cool," he said, trying to keep the sulk out of his voice. He gave Alex another glare.

Alex just stared at him. "Maybe I was distracting Willie so you could be the first to notice those vintage comic books in the corner," he said, and Reggie gasped, running off and rifling through the box before Willie could get there.

"Aw man, low blow, Hotdog!" Willie complained.

"Yeah, I'm evil like that," Alex deadpanned, rolling his eyes at the two of them.

In the end, Reggie came away with some Spiderman and Hawkeye comics that were still missing from his collection, and a cute little side table they could paint a pretty pink for Alex. As they were finishing up and loading everything in the truck at the end of the day, Willie moseyed back over.

"Howdy," he said, tipping a cowboy hat Reggie had completely missed. He felt a stab of jealousy, not just for missing it but also because Willie looked unfairly hot like that. Then, Willie plopped the hat on Reggie's head. "We still on for dinner?"

"The burger place?" Reggie asked, leaning over to press a kiss to Willie's cheek.

Alex popped out of the truck. "Oh so now it's okay to flirt?" he asked, grumpy.

"Of course it is, Alex, it's four thirty," Reggie said, propping the cowboy hat on Alex' head. He did not look as sexy as Willie had, but he did look kind of cute. They should go on a horseback riding date, all three of them, sometime soon. He'd bring it up over dinner.

"Yeah, Hotdog, we're only mortal thrifting enemies between six and four," Willie agreed.

"You two are so weird," Alex complained, but he still climbed down to sit in the bed of the truck to receive kisses from both his boyfriends. And over dinner, he smiled indulgently as his two thrift-nerdy boyfriends compared notes and showed off pictures of the treasures they'd found.

#julie and the phantoms #reggiexalexxwillie #fanfic #I wrote a thing #AUs are awesome #willie is a reseller who also like fixes stuff up and refurbishes it #he probably has like a blog or something as well #reggie just really likes thrifting #alex is there to look pretty and keep Reggie from bringing home any taxidermy (so Bobby won't disown them) #and use his big sexy drummer muscles to help lift stuff #and to roll his eyes at both his boyfriends and their silly rivalry #lbr the sunset curve house is a mess between Luke refusing to give up his ancient couch #reggie's thrifting and Bobby's 'I'm going to buy designer furniture because I'm rich now fuck you' #meanwhile Alex just wants somewhere to sit that is comfortable and doesn't have bedbugs #poor guy probably went to like Ikea in self-defence

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1A's Dadzawa

Minor #bkdk and #seroki, Dadzawa!

1A may have their own parents, but each and every one of those kids has a soft spot for their surrogate father. The day he nearly died to protect them all in the USJ was just the begging. As the years went by and more battles were fought,

Aizawa never hesitated to put himself in the firing line to cover for his students. It gets to the point where they begin to call him 'dad' and don't even realise it. Shinso was the first to do so. Not that anyone was really surprised.

In his exhausted and concussed state, a result of a spar gone wrong, the purple-haired student mumbled 'don't go dad' as Aizawa settled him on the couch in the dorm's common room and ordered the others to keep an eye on their injured classmate.

Never one to disappoint his students, Aizawa sighed and sat himself down on the floor beside the couch, letting Shinso bury his hand in his hair (something he often did with his friends to reassure himself that someone was there whenever he had a particularly bad nightmare)

This then started a trend.

Whenever the students found themselves injured, nervous and just in need of comfort, they went hunting for their class 'dad'. Each time Aizawa would make a point of sighing but would ultimately give in and allow them to do whatever it was they wanted.

Even after their graduation, they would still seek him out when they needed him. Yes, they loved their own parents but for the majority of them, those who did not come from a family of heroes, having someone around who just understood was important.

He was their rock and each of them loved him dearly.

Shoto had been the first to officially call him a family member when he sought Aizawa out one afternoon after his patrol, quietly signing items for UA students who wanted his autograph as he waited.

Eventually when Aizawa had emerged from the buildings, Eri at his side rambling about her day, Shoto had taken a deep breath and asked the question he'd been practising all day.

With his father having recently died as a result of an injury sustained years ago, Shoto found himself in the awkward predicament of having no father to attend his wedding.

He knew that Natsuo wouldn't be comfortable stepping into that role. Which left him approaching the only man he'd ever really considered a 'true' father.

Three months later as Shoto sat beside Hanta on their wedding day, they and the rest of their class watched on with bright smiles as Aizawa stood up and unfolded an enormous piece of paper with the words 'I don't know what I'm doing' written on the back.

It was nothing like a traditional Father's speech, full of bad puns and insults, but it made everyone gathered laugh and that alone was more than Shoto could ever have asked for.

And if he saw his mother in tears as she laughed, clinging onto Fuyumi's arm who was also doing the same, well, that just reassured him that he'd asked the right person. He also didn't miss the look of pride in his former sensei's eyes as he raised a glass in their honour.

A year after Shoto and Hanta's wedding, Aizawa was once again forced into a suit and this time found himself making another speech, only this time he shared the duties with a now very frail Yagi at Midoriya and Bakugo's wedding.

On his 50th birthday, Shouta opened the door to his apartment while Hizashi and Eri wrestled with their cat in an attempt to liberate his favourite hair tie, and was greeted by the sight of twenty-one students, their spouses and children standing in the courtyard below.

"Happy Birthday!" They shouted in unison, earning strange looks from the neighbours, but Shouta was too focused on the large banner reading 'Happy Birthday Grandpa Zawa!'.

He both loves and hates his kids.

#Dadzawa #Shouta Aizawa #Seroroki #BKDK #shoto todoroki #hanta sero #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya

[thessalian]

Thess vs the Holiday Festivities

Christmas dinner with the parentals went pretty well this year, all things considered. Bad pain day, unfortunately, but good food, good company, and a new family tradition is born.

That last ... well, see, I figured that it'd be nice for all concerned if I made dessert this year. Saves the parentals having to come up with something I can actually eat, not to mention make it on top of all the other stuff they're cooking. So I asked if I could do that and they said they were very happy for me to do so. I dug out a recipe for gluten-free gingerbread cake, and found a separate recipe for maple cream cheese icing, and decided I'd do that. I decided to bake the actual cake last night just in case something went wrong.

Which I was very glad to have done because the recipe was for 8" square baking tray and mine was only 7", as it turned out. I only figured that out when the first attempt at the cake collapsed in the middle and was half-raw inside. I looked up why a cake would sink in the middle and when I saw "too small a pan" as one of the reasons, I did some measurements, at which point I just went, "Well, fuck". But they were counting on me to bring dessert, which meant I had to improvise. So I made another batch, only used most of the batter, and came out with a very lovely gingerbread cake. The icing was a bit more of a struggle, honestly, mostly because I kind of forgot to sift some of the icing sugar and really struggled to get rid of the lumps, even with my trusty hand mixer. In the end, I added a bit of warm water, which dissolved the lumps, and a bit more sugar (sifted this time) to thicken it out a bit.

It was a success, at least. It can be hard to measure success when people are trying to be polite, but there are cues that go beyond, "This is nice!" Like my mother, for instance - my mother always leaves stuff behind on her plate because bird-like appetite, so I know she really likes something when she cleans the plate entirely. She did it with my meatloaf, and she did it again with this cake, and that was after a goodly amount of turkey thigh and roast potato and carrot and Brussels sprout and roast parsnip. As for my stepfather ... well, when he was finished his first piece, he immediately went for a second piece - larger than the first one, even. And that was after he'd cleared his entire dinner plate. Also he'd been at the icing the moment I brought it into their house. And they kept half of it, for snacks later. I think it was a success.

I'm thinking maybe apple crumble next year. My stepfather really likes apple crumble.

Gifts were an equal success. I wasn't expecting anything this year, because joint Christmas and birthday present was my trip to MCM Comic Con and most of the Critical Role cast autographs, but Mum insisted that I had to have something to unwrap so they got me a thing anyway. So I got one of those big oversized fleece-lined nightshirt-hoodie things - it's so much nicer than the cheap-ass one I bought at Morrisons last year when I didn't have a lot in the way of heating. Also matched up with my birthday gift to Mum - I got her aset of the same fleecy slipper-socks I got at around that same time, and she wore them most of the evening. Her feet thank me, apparently. Also lucked out on her Christmas gift - I got her the first two seasons of PIcard on DVD because I know how much she likes Star Trek and didn't know if she had Prime Video or not. Turns out she does have Prime Video and had in fact seen it, but is more than happy to have them on DVD. Especially when I flagged up that it means she can still have it even when Amazon takes it off their streaming service. As for my stepfather, I got him a multitool, and while it turned out Mum had also got him one, she admitted that hers was "kind of flimsy" compared to mine, which is a big ol' chunk of tools complete with allan key and screwdriver attachments. I mostly got him that because every time he's been here looking into fixing things, he's ended up saying, "I'll have to come back with X tool" and hauling around a giant toolbox, and he has back issues so I wanted him to have something more portable. This one even has a pouch with a clip on it so he can wear it on his belt.

I do put thought into these things. I just want everyone to enjoy their presents, y'know? It's a good day if I can make someone happy. And I definitely did that today. Especially my aunts - I don't speak to them often because they're both not all that great on technology like email or Zoom calls, and long distance calls are expensive, but Mum rang them after dinner and put us on speaker, and I think just me saying hi made their year.

So, bad pain day aside, it's been a pretty good day. And now I have coffee and leftover gingerbread cake and a whole week off. Happy holidays, and I hope your holidays were good. You know, if not perfect, then at least satisfying.

#Thess vs the holidays

[triforceangel13]

Sing Me A Melody Ch. 9 (A BakuDeku Omegaverse Au)

Chapter 9: Always Found

“Sir, do you have the proper mated paper work?” the nurse asked Katsuki. The blonde sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No I don't,” Katsuki replied.

“Well...without other identification I can't let you into the room with Mr. Midoriya I'm afraid. It's a protocol to protect our patients,” the nurse said, wincing when there was a slight growl from the blonde.

“Just do it man. We'll figure it out later,” Kirishima sighed.

Katsuki sighed, pulling his sunglasses off and then pulled out his wallet, setting his id down on the counter for her.

“Be discreet. He is my mate. Just check his scent. The bond is new,” Katsuki told her.

The nurse's eyes lit up at the familiar sight of the singer as well as the id in her hand.

“You're-”

“Discreet,” Katsuki snapped.

“Daddy grumpy...” Eri mumbled in Kirishima's arms.

“He sure is,” the redhead teased.

Katsuki shot a glare his way which that smile instantly fell from his face.

“Alright, here you are. This bracelet will grant you access to see him when the doctor is done stitching him up,” she said with a smile, then set a piece of paper on the counter. “Do you mind...?”

Katsuki sighed heavily, taking back his id and putting it back in his wallet. “Only if you get a bracelet for them too.”

“But-”

“You want an autograph or not?” he growled.

She flushed at that and she immediately went to work, getting the bracelets for Izuku and handed them to Kirishima so he could put them onto Eri and himself.

“Let's go,” Katsuki said, putting his sunglasses back on and looked down at the door number. “He should be there in a few minutes.”

*

Izuku sighed, laying in the bed as he stared up at the ceiling. He hated this. He just got a new alpha but he hadn't even been able to reutrn the mating mark.

Did Katsuki even want it?

He was thankful for the painkillers. During that procedure the doctor seemed to have taken a lot longer than he had thought.

He was just getting a few stitches in right?

Either way he was tired and just wanted to go back to the hotel with Katsuki.

He wanted to talk to him about returning the bite but also going to his place and packing his things up. He was fully committed at this point.

A soft knock on the door sounded and Izuku glanced over as a familiar head of blonde poked his head in.

“Up for some visitors?” he asked.

“Kacchan,” Izuku said with a warm smile. “Yes, of course.”

Katsuki stepped in and Kirishima and Eri came in as well. Eri stared up at him scared, tears in her eyes as she saw the large bandage on his head.

“You okay Eri bear?” Izuku asked her softly.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly, letting go of Kirishima's hand and made her way to his side at the bed.

“I'm okay,” he said to her. “Just a boo boo.”

Seeing the tears he pat the bed. She climbed on, Katsuki going to stop her but Izuku waved him away, letting the small pup curl up against him.

“There we go. Now I'll heal faster,” Izuku said, petting her head. Katsuki looked at him worried. “She's tired. It's okay.”

Tension settled around them as the two alphas sat down in the chairs near the bed. Izuku pet Eri's hair, the young pup curling in close as she got herself comfortable.

“Izuku...I'm sorry,” Kirishima finally said, breaking the silence. “This is all my fault. I shouldn't have barged in like that.”

“You shouldn't have had a key to my hotel room either,” Katsuki growled at him. Kirishima sighed, looking down at the ground.

“It's fine I guess....” Izuku mumbled, ignoring Katsuki's comment. “But why did you do that? Why did you throw me off?”

The blonde rose a brow at the redhead who let out a small sigh.

“Katsuki and I exchange extra hotel keys just in case to protect one another, that's why I had it,” Kirishima explained. “I over reacted. After what happened the last time when Katsuki had a mate I just thought the same thing would happen again. I didn't think my best friend would survive another round of hurt like that.”

The room fell in silence again and then Izuku looked to the blonde. Their eyes met and red eyes softened as he looked at him.

“Sure it has been fast but....” Katsuki said. “This is different man. I just feel something different. And...we've both been hurt. This was a way also to help the hurt.”

“Hurt..?” Kirishima sked.

Izuku looked down at Eri as she was dozing off against his side. He thread his fingers through her hair to help her relax.

“Crazy ex...I don't really want to talk about it,” Izuku said.

“Gotcha...” the redhead said and sighed. “Again I really am sorry for that. I'm surprised though with how big your bangage is...your wound didn't look that big.”

“Maybe you caused more damage than you thought?” Katsuki snarked at him which had the redhead flinching. “You owe him man.”

“I know...”

Izuku reached with his other hand and gently touched the bandages, his head feeling numb still from where they sewed him up.

“Is it really tht big?” he asked.

Katsuki stood up, going to his side and frowned.

“Something's up,” Katsuki said.

“Indeed there was,” came a voice from the doorway. The blonde turned to look at the man. He had long raven hair and looked like he hadn't slept in a week.

“Hello, I am Dr. Aizawa,” the man said, holding out his hand for them to shake. Katsuki did and then Izuku followed. “You are right to think something was up. This was more than just a bump to the head.”

Katsuki growled, glaring at the redhead.

“Relax, or I'm going to have to ask you to leave,” the man said. “This is delicate information which may cause Mr. Midoriya to get very upset.'

Izuku grew pale and the blonde rest his hand on his shoulder, petting his skin. The touch as well as his scent helped keep him relaxed.

“Did something happen doctor?” Izuku asked softly. Was he ill? Did something happen to him?

“Well when we were stitcing you up we had found something,” Aizawa said, pulling out a small bottle with somethin hard inside. “I'm not sure if you are aware of this but this was in your head.”

Izuku took the bottle with a shaking hand and he felt his blood run cold. A microchip?

“A...a microchip?” he asked, letting Katsuki take the bottle. “What?”

“With your reaction I'm sure you were not aware of this in your body. It's a tracking chip. One that mother's usually have implanted in their children when they're babies. This looks like it had been put in within the last five years or so,” Aizawa explained.

Izuku felt tears building in his eyes. “My mother never did that.”

She wasn't like that. She was protective but not at that level and he never remembered her popping up out of nowhere. But there was someone.

“That son of a-” Katsuki started.

“Language,” Aizawa said looking down at the sleeping Eri.

Izuku felt the tears leaking down his cheeks, looking up at Katsuki. “Kachaan...he....Dabi...he...”

“Shh...I got you,” Katsuki said to him softly, pulling Izuku gently into a hug as the omega trembled in his arms, red eyes going to his friend.

“See what he meant by crazy ex?” He said. Though even Katsuki didn't know the beginning of what the heck happened.

“The chip was deactivated. We can dispose of it for you if you'd like,” the doctor offered, looking to Katsuki for the answer as Izuku was sobbing against his chest.

“Yes. Please,” Katsuki said. “It'll make us feel a lot better.”

The doctor nodded his head. “I will check up on you later.”

Katsuki continued to rub Izuku's head carefully, letting out a small sigh.

“In a way if we weren't here that chip would still be in his head,” Katsuki sighed. “I'm still not happy he got hurt but this chip has been hurting him in the longest of ways.”

Izuku wiped his eyes, trying to calm down. He felt safe with Katsuki.

*

Izuku had drifted off with his mind buzzing around. He had always wondered how Dabi had been able to find him. Now he knew. Now he knew how he always popped up.

He could have even popped up at the hotel and never knew. Without the band's special code no one would be allowed to go up into the hotel.

He woke with a small hum, rubbing one of his eyes as he sat up a bit. His head was throbbing a little from the pain but he felt a little better.

Dabi couldn't follow him anymore. But this proved that he would be gathering his things and moving with Katsuki. Always on the go and staying with the alpha that actually cared about his well being rather than just producing pups.

He was safe now. Katsuki had stepped from the room for the moment, Kirishima had gone home as well as visiting hours were over. Izuku was to be kept over night for observation.

Eri stayed curled up against him and he pet her hair gently. He was happy that the pup liked hm. Now that he was with her father he wanted to make sure that she knew that she would be loved by him. And how could he not? She was so sweet.

He leaned down brushing some hair from her face and kissed her forehead. He would give her the lover she deserved that her mother never gave her.

“Well, well, well,” came a familiar voice causing Izuku to tense, wide eyes turning to look at the familiar figure in the doorway. “So this is where you are. Been waiting for you to move out of that hotel.”

“Touya...” Izuku said, looking around. Where was Katsuki? “What do you want. How did you even get in here?”

“Had the proper paper work my mate,” Dabi said with a smirk, showing the paper work that they had signed when they were younger. “They let me walk right in, no questons asked.”

Izuku backed up against the bed, his arms resting around Eri to protect her. He had to. He had to make sure she stayed safe in this.

“Oh...finally became a mommy huh?” Dabi teased with a sickening smirk. “But of yours it isn't yours since you're so useless. Now let's go. We're going home. I'm tired of playing this cat and mouse game. We're going to try again.”

He paused as he leaned in to Izuku, noting the bandage on his neck. He slammed his hand against the wall near his head, sniffing slowly.

“You let him mark you. You sl-”

“The hell you doing here?” came Katsuki's growl.

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Football Jacket

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ღ Character: Tachihara Michizou

ღ Synopsis: One of the biggest Jocks in Yokohoma High becomes obsessed with you and does everything he can to get you to be his girlfriend.

ღ Category: Fluff

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ღ Non Ability AU

ღ High School AU

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You laughed as Higuchi told you yet another plot to make Akutagawa like her. At this point she didn’t even want to date him, she had accepted that would never happen, she just wanted to be friends. You couldn’t tell if Akutagawa was oblivious to her attempts of flirting or just didn’t like her back. He never reacted to any of the girls flirting with him, so you had to assume he just wasn’t interested in dating anyone, that or his relationship with Atsushi was what the gossips said.

You didn’t have much interest in the gossip of the football team though. As far as you were concerned they were all idiots who basked in the fame of being hot and the ability to catch and throw a ball. Dazai Osamu being a prime example of it. He loved the attention he got from the Cheerleaders and every other girl in the school. Chuuya Nakahara was somewhat the same, he didn’t lead girls on though. He would tell them he has a partner already so their hearts wouldn’t get broken. It was a show and half to watch the girls and some of the guys surround them and watching the two react. Dazai taking pictures and signing autographs on people faces, without the person asking for I. Chuuya was always trying to get away while telling them he needed to shower or some other poor excuse.

Akutagawa and Atsushi were harassed a lot too, being the 3rd and 4th most popular guys in school. Akutagawa did what he always does and ignored them while Atsushi stuttered and blushed thanks.

Kaji, Mark, Francis and Ranpo loved the attention, but not the point it was insufferable. You shared a few classes with Mark and Kaji and they were quite nice if not a little self-obsessed. Mark was the closest to being your friend than anyone else on the team. You helped tutor him on occasion and he would buy you ice cream or a bag of your favourite candy as a thank you. Kaji you rarely spoke to but he was nice enough and didn’t disrupt lessons most of the time.

Kunikida and Gin somehow always managed to avoid the attention and disappear quickly after a game finished. They would always turn up at afterparties to make sure everyone stayed in line. You had been in Kunikidas calss before, but transfered out due to Chuuya and Dazai who were also in his classes and argued all the time.

Finally, there was Tachihara. He didn’t ignore the attention but he didn’t like it that much. Instead, his attention would be somewhere else, away from his fans. He would scan the bleachers after every game till he found you. Then he would leave whatever crowd had formed around him and come sit next to you. He would ask if you wanted to go out and get something to eat or go to the after-party together or some other thing to spend time with you. You weren’t oblivious but he had a record of being a cheat and that wasn’t something you needed in your life.

You and Higuchi stopped by your locker so you could out away the notebooks you didn’t need and get the ones you did. She continued to talk while you opened it up and got what you needed. A piece of paper fell out of your locker and onto the floor as you swung it open. You picked it up and tried to hide the small smile that came to your face when you saw it was a heart.

“Ohhh, you have a secret admirer? How could you not tell me!” Higuchi said, looking iver your shoulder to read the front of the note before you slipped it away to read later.

“I dont think it’s much of a secret.” You said. Higuchi laughed a little. It was true. Mostly everyone knew Tachihara was after you. The looks his ‘fans’ gave you whenever you passed them in the hallway said it all. Not to mention the number of times he has been caught skipping class to put flowers or poems or candy in your locker.

“Tachihara sure doesn’t know how to quit. I’ve known him since middle school, he is a nice guy Y/N maybe you should say yes.” She said. You had only transferred here a year ago. You and Higuchi had been online friends for years and when you both found out you would be in the same classes you were both ecstatic.

“I don’t know. The first thing I heard about him was that he slept around and cheated. I dont need that in my life.” You said. Higuchi nodded her head and straightened up with a small sigh.

“I know but they aren’t true. Most people will believe what you tell them in this school, but it was the other way around. She got kicked out for getting caught sleeping with a teacher a few months before you came. It didn’t stop the rumours about him though. Only me and the football team believe his side.”

“I suppose your right. As my best friend do you think he is worthy of my love?” You said dramatically laughing together as you both head towards your next class. Though you couldn’t concentrate on the class. Instead, your mind kept windering to Tachihara. He could be an amazing boyfriend. You could see him being the kind of boyfriend to drive to your in the middle of the night to give you a plaster when you tell him you cut yourself on a piece of paper. The one who walks you to your door and says hi to your parents after a date. The guy who shows you off to everyone and anyone and brags about you to anyone in earshot. The thought of him being the kind of boyfriend you see all over VSCO and Pinterest made your heart beat a little faster. You were blushing too.

You couldn’t deny the fact you liked him to a degree. He was nice, while he didn’t give up on you he never made you uncomfortable and wasn’t pushy, he was smart too from what you had heard. The only thing stopping you were false rumours of a stuck up bitch who was no longer in his life. Maybe one date wouldn’t hurt you thought.

After class, you and Higuchi head back to yours. You lived alone in a small apartment, your parents travelled a lot. When they decided to move to America you told them you wanted to stay. They reluctantly agreed once you agreed to move to Yokohoma. Your aunt lived there so you would have someone to go to in case of an emergency and you had your best friend there. They had met Higuchi multiple times, when she came to visit you for a week or vice versa They trusted you and her enough to agree and they left not long after.

“Can you read the note now? I’m dying to see what he put.” Higuchi said after a few hours of being at your apartment, sitting down on your couch with another drink she got from your kitchen placing one for you down as well. You smiled and grabbed your bag, pulling out the note and opening it.

Y/N,

you are the finest,

loveliest,

tenderest,

and most beautiful person i have ever known -

and even that is an understatement.

I will be waiting in Poes for you at 8:30, please come.

- Tachihara

“We need to get you ready! It’s half seven already.” She said, pulling you up and dragging you to your shower and pushing you inside.

“Shower and I will find you an outfit.” She said, closing the door giving you no time to protest. Not that you would. After thinking about it in your final class and the little convincing Higuchi did when you found the note made you decide you would go on one date. If you enjoyed yourself you would agree to date him and go on more, if not then you tried and he would move on too. It was a win-win.

When you got out of the shower and to your room, Higuchi barely gave you time to speak before shoving you into your vanity chair and starting to do your hair.

“Do your make up while I do your hair. I picked out that red to you have been trying to find a reason to wear and those black ripped skinny jeans. I went through your jewellery and picked out the necklace you should wear as well as shoes.” She said as she plugged in the hairdryer. You laugh and shook your head, starting your makeup.

“You’re more excited than I am.”

“Of course! He does like you, whenever we hang out he talks about you and asks about you. I think you’ll be great together.” She said with a smile and turned the hairdryer on.

After a while your hair was dry and your makeup was done. Higuchi turned around while you changed and did up the necklaces for you. Before driving you to Poes and dropping you off. She made you promise to call her when you got home. You nodded your head and smiled, taking your cardigan from the seat and stepping out of the car.

“Have fun!” She called out the window before driving off. You waved after her before stepping into the diner. Tachihara stood up and waved when he saw you walk in, smiling widely when you slid into the both on the seat across from him.

“I was getting worried you wouldn’t come.” He said. You smiled and him and shook your head.

“Well, I wouldn’t just leave you here to wait. I hope you didn’t wait long.” You said. He shook his head, the smile on his face only growing wider.

“Nah, I haven’t been here long. What do you want? Get anything you like.” He said, you nodded your head and thanked him. The waitress came by shortly after and took with your orders. You both ordered a burger and decided to share some fries and an F/F milkshake.

The food came quickly and the conversation, while you ate, went smoothly. You both talked more and more as the night went on and soon enough Tachihara was paying and you were then walking towards a park.

“So, how come, out of everyone in our school. You want to date me?” You asked. Somewhat joking. You were pretty and smart but nowhere near as popular as some of the girls. You weren’t a cheerleader and most of the Football team were dating a cheerleader aside from Dazai who claimed Chuuya was his cheerleader on an Instagram post a few days before, and of course Atsushi and Akutagawa. He laughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well Higuchi always talked about you before you moved here and I remember her saying how I would like you. And as always she is right. When she introduced you to the football team I think I just fell in love with you. You were laughing at something Dazai had said and your laugh was intoxicating. Your smile is the best thing I have ever seen and I want to see it every day for the rest of my life.” He said a small blush could be seen every time you walked under a street lamp.

“And you’re so nice as well. Unlike most people in our school, you are a genuine person. You dint get caught up in gossip or cliques. You are just friends with everyone and nice to everyone too. All the other girls as stuck up and just want to date me cause I’m on the team now. It’s like you don’t care how I am. It’s refreshing to have someone who doesn’t just date for status in our school.” He smiled, coming to a stop when you both when the park. Tachihara smirked at you and started towards a climbing frame, taking your hand and pulling you with him.

“Well I am here aren’t I? I’ll be honest, I was hesitant to because of some rumours but Higuchi convinced me otherwise.” You said somewhat guilty p. You climbed up with him and you both sat at the top facing each other.

“I can’t say I’m regretting it either.” You said. He smiled happily and nodded his head.

“I’m glad. I do like you Y/N so would you consider being my girlfriend?” He asked, you could see the blush on his face darken as he asked you and you had to stifle a small giggle. You stayed silent for a few moments before answering him. You were having fun. He had been nothing but polite and he made you laugh. You hadn’t been on a date so nice before and so far Tachihara was the kind of guy you expected him to be. He was amazing.

“I’ll think about it. Can I let you know Monday?” You said. He nodded his head before looking up to the starry sky and pointing.

“Hey look it’s a meteor shower.” He said. You looked up to and all across the sky were little lines of shooting stars, one after the other lighting up the sky a little more. Your smile and watched, turning so you were side by side with Tachihara who pointed out some constellations and more shooting stars.

“Make a wish, it might come true.” You said, seeing yet another shooting star, you made a wish too. Smiling slightly as you did so. It was childish, there were no such things as wishes coming true. Tachihara laughed too and closed his eyes for a few moments, making a wish. Then you both went back to watching the stars above you.

You suppressed a shiver as a gust of wind blew past you. Looking at you when you saw it was nearly midnight and Tachihara noticed as well.

“Here take my jacket, I’ll walk you home.” He said with a small smile, helping you put his jacket on before you both climbed down the frame and started to walk back to your apartment. Halfway through the walk, your hands somehow became interlocked and both of you blushed a little at the contact. You both continued to talk about anything and everything. You felt comfortable and happy and you were looking forward to Monday when you would give him your answer.

Tachihara walked you up to your apartment door and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“See you Monday Y/N, thanks for coming tonight I had fun.” He said, before walking down your path and the street towards his own home.

You walked inside and immediately went to bed, realising you still had his jacket on made you smile as you changed out of your clothes into pyjamas. You text Higuchi about your night and told her to come over for the weekend. She agreed to come over in the morning with some food from her mother’s bakery and coffee. Not long after you fell asleep.

You and Higuchi spent the weekend together and you told her all about the date. You both walked to school on Monday and you told her to go to class and you went to find Tachihara. You were wearing his jacket and you already told Higuchi your plan.

He was stood at his locker with Mark, Chuuya and Dazai as well as a few girls trying to harass the latter two about the upcoming game and whether Chuuya was a cheerleader. Chuuya looked like he was about to scream at Dazai and the girls for talking about it. Tachihara and Mark were talking, trying to ignore the newest gossip.

“Hey, Tachi?” You said, all the attention suddenly turning to you. Tachihara smiled widely as he saw you and even wider when he saw you were wearing his jacket again.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Do you like this jacket?” You asked him. He raised an eyebrow and nodded his head.

“Yes?” He said questioningly. You smiled up at him widely.

“Thanks, it’s my boyfriends.” You said. It took him a few moments to realise what you meant before he dropped his books and picked you up, spinning you round in the middle of the hallway laughing. Dazai took a picture and immediately posted it to Instagram, so the whole school was made aware of your relationship within 4 minutes if it becoming official.

“So I can call you my girlfriend?” He asked, stopping and pulling away slightly, not letting his feet touch the floor just yet. You nodded your head and bent down. Kissing his lips so quickly they were barely there. Before pulling away as he put you down and wrapped you in another hug.

“Yes.”

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The note that Tachihara gives Y/N is a quote written by the real Francis Scott Fitzgerald

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs x y/n #bsd tachihara #tachihara #tachihara x reader #bungo stray dogs tachihara #tachihara michizou #tachihara x y/n #tachihara x you #michizo tachihara

[musiconanironingboard]

21 May 2022: Smack My Crack, various artists. (Giorno Poetry Systems, 1987)  

At some point in the early ’90s, and I don’t remember where, I stumbled across a self-titled album by John Giorno and Anne Waldman. I didn’t know who these people were, but the album looked sufficiently fitting for the kind of esoterica that I loved. It was on a label called Giorno Poetry Systems, and while poetry has really never been my thing, the four sides of spoken poetry—two each by Giorno and Waldman—were fascinating. Giorno used echo and other effects on his vocals to the point where it almost sounded like he was arguing with himself. Both he and Waldman spoke urgently, sometimes almost frantically. His poems had titles like “Everyone Is a Complete Disappointment” and “Drinking the Blood of Every Woman’s Period” and I found the entire thing thrilling. I later learned more about who these people were, and while I can’t claim I’ve gone on to read the complete works of either person they have both become household names for me, at least in my strange household.

There were many other Giorno Poetry Systems records. It took me a long time before I found another one, but I’ve accumulated four of them now, most recently Smack My Crack, a much different affair than the wild and not-so-wild poetry that populate the other GPS volumes I’ve collected. Though William S. Burroughs and Nick Cave both turn in spoken-word pieces here, Smack My Crack is otherwise pretty much a rock-based compilation, albeit with confrontational groups like Einsturzende Neubauten, Butthole Surfers, Diamanda Galas, and the like. Tom Waits is here, and I’d never call him confrontational; for Giorno Poetry Systems he feels quite mundane. Regardless of who’s on it, I couldn’t possibly skip this album when I found it in the bin. I’ve only found five of them in 35 years, so when I find them I grab them. (Probably 25 years ago, I insanely traded my copy of Who You Staring At?, an avant-garde rock LP on the label by Giorno and experimental guitarist Glenn Branca, and I’ve never seen another copy).

Above are the front and back covers.

Below is the opened gatefold.

Here are both sides of the inner sleeve.

Here is side one’s label.

Here are the three other Giorno Poetry Systems albums that I own, in order of purchase:

John Giorno & Anne Waldman (1977)—The fabled double album that started it all for me. My roommate Chuck joked sarcastically that Giorno and Waldman (far right) were me and the girl I was in love with for the last two years of college, but of course I insisted on taking this as a compliment. My friend Jason wound up going to graduate school at Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado, where Waldman taught, and he gave me an autographed book by her.

William S. Burroughs/John Giorno (1975)—Another double album; the two each get two sides of spoken word.

You’re the Guy I Want to Share My Money With, Laurie Anderson/John Giorno/William S. Burroughs (1981)—Another double album, and like any doubles on GPS you can expect to pay at least $30 if you see a copy of this, but to my absolute disbelief I got this one for free at Recycled Records in Springfield, Illinois. I have no idea why it was in a box of albums labeled “FREE” right by the counter; the proprietor Mark was no dummy and had to know this was no cheap giveaway album. I even asked him if he was sure and he just yelled “Yes, take it!” The three artists each get a side, and then side four has one track by each of them, but with three concentric grooves rather than three distinct tracks—you don’t know who you’ll hear until you drop the needle.

Here is the GPS album I stupidly traded (image from Discogs):

And here is the GPS release that I most hope to find a copy of, Totally Corrupt by The Dial-a-Poem Poets (27 different poets get individual tracks here; I’ve never seen a copy—image taken from Discogs):

There are roughly 30 albums on the label. You could make it one of your life’s pursuits, finding them all.

[foxymoxynoona]

hellooo hello hi. How are you doing? Hope things have slowed down for you!🥰

I haven’t sent anything before because I was waiting for another flux chapter so your inbox wouldn’t be filled up with 728373874 asks (like I did last week, I gaslighted myself into thinking I never sent anything to you and cluttered your inbox, chapeau🕺🏻)

Okay so☺️ everything was going so smooth, almost too smooth, and in fact BOOM Naoko texting him. I knoooooow (uh, no I don’t😎) that she is going to see a text out of nowhere and assume the worst/jump to conclusions/ NOT jump to conclusions and casually mentioning her in front him and see what he will say. Why am I so hyped for angst? Didn’t I want fluff and only fluff just 6 months ago? oooooh I miss the misery🫠.

Honestly I’d like to be the cool girlfriend and all that but I’m pretty much like Sasha, if my partner were to get a text by some random person I’ve never been talked about before I’d be like “😁😁🔪 who’s texting us?😁🔪”. (Only joking, friends from the police unit. Only joking🤞🏻)

Okay but you know what I want more than these two finally talking about [everything they haven’t talked about🥲]? SASHA MEETS JEON FAMILY LESSSGO. I know I’ve said it a millions times but wheeeeennnn I need it please please please😭😭😭. I’m becoming a petulant kid until tell me everything😠😠. And talking about kids, they both have been thinking about it one too many times… ‘kay, nice to know.👀

Alright now, if you excuse me, I have a hot tub to join with bts on their Island (that sounds way better than what it actually is😫)

PS. I know no one cares but here’s the conclusion to my mom/taehyung in Paris. I found out that morning they were, in fact, at the same airport🤪. And you know what my mom did? Called two hours later and went “okay so I met this girl and she likes the same band you like and she told me was here this morning. You know I was wondering why so many people were at the gate😅”. AND I DON’T KNOW MOM TAKE A PICTURE AT LEAST? I was punching the mf air.

🌸

Who's texting us lmaoooooo. I'm sure Sasha will be WAY more chill. I mean, we're talking about new chill casual Sasha, right? She's so chill. She communicates and confesses her feelings. I'm glad you enjoyed spending more time with his family though. They do eventually become such key players in ths tory but we only have seen bits and pieces of them so far!

That's so funny your mom sort of had a near miss! I can't imagine what chaos it is. My dad used to work for an airlines (he's retired now) and once got me the autograph of my favorite band. He could totally have gotten fired for i think, but I still have it just because we weren't super close and it was suc han incredibly nice thing he did for me, to even know who my favorite band was!

Also never worry about sending too many messages, not possible!

#🌸anon #asks #flux

[astralshipper]

I wanna cosplay as the new scarlet witch costume for dragoncon this year but. billie piper is gonna b there. do I rlly wanna meet billie piper while I’m dressed as scarlet witch or should I skip cosplaying-

#I LOVE COSPLAYING AT CONS BUT. SHE... #IS SHE GONNA THINK IM WEIRD #like. I usually dress as wanda to cons. BC kids are so cute when they think you’re really the character #I MET A LITTLE TINY KID DRESSED AS FALCON ONE YEAR AND ALMOST CRIED #I usually keep the accent when it’s kids that come up to me #BC my go to has been aou wanda and she had the accent then #so I finally FINALLY will get to drop the accent #buT THE FALCON KID. HE WAS ADORABLE. AND AND AND OMG #OMGGGG I WAS IN LINE ONE YEAR AND THE KID IN FRONT OF ME WAS DRESSED AS CAP AND. HE TURNED AROUND AND SHYLY HANDED ME A PAPER #THAT SAID HAIL HYDRA. AND I LOST MY MIND #this was right after comic cap went hydra so. it was.HILARIOUS. this kid was adorable #I found him later and asked if I could have his autograph on the piece of paper. #that paper is now taped to my wall and it’s my pride and joy #dressing up is so fun BC. all of that happens. but also. rose tyler gonna think I’m funky.... #astras dumb shit #not self ship

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

The diaboys reacting to a boy forcefully kissing their s/o female x reader

❌Trigger Warning!❌ There is non-consensual kissing and aggressive flirting. The kisses are very short and it doesn’t go further than a kiss but if non-consensual kisses and aggressive flirting make you uncomfortable or trigger you or bother you in any way, you may not want to read after the cut :)

Shu

——-

The hallway was deserted, he had you cornered against a wall. “I really like you.” The boy said, his arms caging you in. You laughed nervously. “Thank you, but I actually have a boyfriend.” “He doesn’t need to know.” The boy said, moving his head closer to you, putting you nose to nose. “No, thank you!” You pulled back and tried to duck under one of his arms but he quickly grabbed your waist and pressed his lips to yours. You shoved at his chest but less than a second later the boy was pulled away from you and you heard him yelp in pain. Looking up you saw Shu had him pressed against the wall, his wrist in a bone-crushing grip. Shu’s voice was quiet and calm, but the look in his eyes would have made even the bravest of men cry for their mother. “You don’t kiss what doesn’t belong to you. Now scram.” The boy didn’t need to be told twice, the second Shu released him the boy dashed off. Shu turned to you, his eyebrows furrowed and you looked up at him sheepishly but he then hugged you. “Ha..you troublesome woman...making me use my legs.”

Reiji

——-

Reiji was walking through the school, mentally going over his notes for the next test. He passed you-seemingly alone in an empty classroom. Curious and worried, he walked in and saw a boy looming over you. The boy then pressed his mouth to yours, firmly holding you in place. Reiji stalked forward and grabbed his forearm, wrenching him off of you. “Kissing a woman forcefully, your lack of manners are completely deplorable. If Karlheinz Sakamaki found out scum like you went to this school...” Reiji let his voice trail off. The boy’s eyes widened. “K-Karlheinz Sakamaki?” “Yes, as I’m sure you know, he’s a very influential man.” Reiji let go of the boy and stepped closer to him. “He also happens to be my father. If you don’t wish to get expelled, leave this room.” After another fearful look, the boy ran out. Reiji looked down at you and you hung your head. “I’m sorry-“ “I know it’s not your fault. I’m going to teach you self-defense. He will not be the last man to approach you like that.”

Ayato

———

Ayato just wanted some damn takoyaki. Why did you even insist on going to class? Why would you prefer that over making the great Ayato food? He paced outside the classroom door, waiting for you. The door flung open and it was only Ayato’s incredibly vampire reflexes that prevented him from being hit with it. You walked out. “Finally! Your Truly was-“ You hurried past him. “Huh?” Ayato followed after you angrily. Why the hell were you ignoring him? A boy bumped into him. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” Then Ayato saw the boy run after you and grab your waist, then turned you around and kissed you. Ayato saw red. He ran forward and yanked the guy backwards by his sweatshirt, then threw him to the ground. “Don’t touch what belongs to Yours Truly!” Ayato kissed you deeply and grinned down at him. “I’m the only one who can kiss her, you got that?”

Kanato

————

“Uh, well, um...” You stammered, backing away from the boy approaching you. “You can’t seriously be loyal to that Kanato guy, right?” He asked. “He’s so weird, carrying that bear everywhere. You’d do so much better with me.” “No I-“ The boy grabbed your arm and pulled you forward, then kissed you. You squealed against his mouth and thrashed. Suddenly the boy pulled back, screaming in pain and fear, his clothes on fire. You turned in panic and saw Kanato, who looked terrifying. “No, Kanato, please don’t kill him!” You begged. Kanato’s eyes narrowed at you. “You want to save him? Are you cheating on me?!” “No! I tried to stop him from kissing me, but I don’t want him to die!” The fire stopped, the boy unscorched. Kanato turned to him. “I’ll spare you now, but if you come near my doll again, Teddy and I will cut you into little pieces.” The boy whimpered, nodding, then ran away. Kanato looked at you angrily. “Since I spared him, you owe me. Give me your blood now. After school we’ll go to the sweet shop and then you’ll bake me a pie.” You nodded weakly and allowed Kanato to sink his fangs into your flesh.

Laito

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The boy leaned forward and kissed you. You shoved him away. “S-sorry, but I have a boyfriend!” The boy chuckled. “Yeah, that Laito guy? He’s a perv, I’m a gentleman.” He tried to kiss you again but Laito stepped in between the two of you. When did he get there? “A gentleman who tries to kiss a girl after she says no? Fufu, how pathetic. This is my Little Bitch. Get your own and leave.” The boy narrowed his eyes but left, muttering curses under his breath. “Thanks, Laito.” You tell your boyfriend quietly. He turned to you, smiling. “I need to get every trace of him off you. When we get home we’ll shower together and your body will drown in my touch.”

Subaru

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“Look, I’m flattered, but I’m not interested.” You said, which was basically just a rewording of the previous three sentences that had left your mouth. The boy stalked closer. Was he always that tall and scary looking? He grinned down at you, then yanked you for a kiss. You squirmed but he was too strong, almost as strong as-“GET THE FUCK OFF HER!” Subaru. Subaru threw the guy against the wall and punched him in the face. “Don’t ever kiss her again, ya hear?” The boy desperately tried to stop his bleeding nose. “Okay, okay.” “Now fuck off.” Holding his nose, the boy ran off, leaving droplets of the blood. Subaru turned to you with a growl. “This is why I don’t want ya leaving my side! From now on, you’re stickin’ with me at all times.” Without waiting for an answer, Subaru grabbed your hand and started walking to his next class.

Ruki

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“Your master isn’t here.” The boy next to you said thoughtfully. “Huh?” You blushed. Had he heard Ruki call himself your master? You were sure you never called Ruki master in public. The boy walked over to you. “I’ve got ya to myself, Livestock.” Your eyes widened and you nearly toppled over a desk. He grabbed your face so hard it hurt and kissed you. Ruki rushed into the room and pushed him off you and onto the ground. Ruki towered over the boy on the floor, his cold blue eyes like steel. “Nobody calls her Livestock but me. Her master is always with her and if you don’t want to be at the other end of my whip, you won’t approach her again.” The boy scrambled back. Ruki wrapped his arm around your shoulders and steered out of the room, leaving the boy petrified on the floor.

Kou

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Kou had just finished giving autographs and finally had some time to himself. He passed the library and something caught his eye. You were sitting on a table, which was normal, but you weren’t reading or studying. In fact, you looked like you were inching away from something out of Kou’s view. Kou walked inside and growled. It was the same asshole that had been flirting with you for a week now. Kou walked forward but broke into a sprint when he saw the boy’s lips touch yours. Kou hugged you from behind and pulled you back. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Her boyfriend isn’t keen on others kissing her.” Kou lead you away and made a mental note to tell his fangirls to make his life a living hell.

Yuma

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Yuma hated being stuck inside a classroom, he wanted to be outside working in his garden, preferably with you. He asked the teacher if he could go to the bathroom and left with his hands in his pockets. He heard a scared voice and turned the corner. He saw you were backed up against the wall by three large guys. Not larger than him, of course, but way too big for you to take on. The boy in the middle, right in front of you, who seemed to be the leader, yanked you against him and kissed you. Yuma pulled him back by his hair and punched him. The other boys tried to come to his defense but Yuma easily defeated them. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulders. “Don’t touch her again. There’s more where that came from.” He warned the boys with a fanged grin.

Azusa

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You backed away from the boy. “Azusa’s so creepy, why do you like him?” “You’re acting creepy too now!” You said angrily. For a second the boy’s eyes widened but he then laughed. “Whatever. He’s a weakling, I’m not. So come here.” He managed to grab your arm and he pulled you close to him. He ducked his head and kissed you. A force shoved him away from you. “Eve...is mine...don’t touch her...” Azusa said. “Yeah, what are you gonna do?” Azusa pulled out a knife. “Your arm...would look so pretty...with a new friend...” the boy squeaked and ran away. Azusa chuckled but then looked at you seriously. “That was...an accident...right, Eve? You didn’t...want to...Kiss him, right?” You nodded. “I didn’t.” “Good...I’m glad...” Azusa kissed you sweetly. “Only I...can kiss Eve...”

Carla

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If Carla wasn’t so angry, he would’ve laughed. A human like that guy kissing you? His lips weren’t even worthy of kissing the dirt under your shoes. Using his magic, Carla made him soar across the hallway and hit the wall. “You scum. Your mouth doesn’t deserve to breathe in the same oxygen as her. Now go away, or you’ll be very sorry.”

Shin

——-

Shin saw you struggling to escape the grasp of a boy kissing you. He ran forward and punched him, grinning when he saw the broken nose he had caused. “Don’t come back! Or I’ll send my wolves after you!” You doubted the guy understood the whole claim of wolves, but when a guy punches you in the face and breaks your nose, you do the sensible thing and run away. Luckily, this guy was at least somewhat sensible and did just that.

Kino

——-

“Um, noooo, I’d rather not.” “So you want to skip the movie and just do this?” The boy kissed you. You pulled back. “Hey! Don’t kiss a girl like that!” You yelled. Kino and Yuri walked forward, seemingly out of nowhere. Kino held your waist. Yuri looked at the boy. “You shouldn’t touch what belongs to another, nor should you kiss what belongs to my master. He’ll get very angry.” Kino kissed you deeply and shot the boy an arrogant grin. “She didn’t pull away from me.” His face then got angry. “Now screw off.”

#ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #sakamaki brothers #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #kou mukami #mukami brothers #kino sakamaki #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #tsukinami brothers #diabolik lovers x reader #diabolik lovers ayato #diabolik lovers laito #diabolik lovers subaru #diabolik lovers kanato #diabolik lovers shu #diabolik lovers carla #diabolik lovers reiji #diabolik lovers yuma #diabolik lovers ruki #diabolik lovers kou #diabolik lovers azusa #diabolik lovers shin

[hopefullystillatheatrestudent]

i'm so excited about you taking asks again ahhhh okay so. if you'd absolutely had to choose. what would be your top 5 cockles moments, and why? thank you ily <3

here’s the thing: there are so many routes i could go down with this, because cockles moments come in all shapes and sizes and formats. these include moments from their panels, their bloopers, the footage we get when they don’t even know they’re being recorded, stories being passed down from photo ops & autographs(one of my personal favorite ways to get cockles, tbh, because they’re all insane), and social media(tweets to each other, instagram posts & comments, etc.). 

SO! since many a list like this has already been made, and i want to stand out from the crowd, what i’m gonna do is definitively give the number one spot to each of these five categories.(i might even throw in honourable mentions because they’re so despicably in love that they warrant that. i really put my whole pussy into this, guys, i hope you’re happy.) 

disclaimer: these are my own personal opinions. but that also means i’m right. so. enjoy. 

number one: top cockles panel moment

so we’re starting off with a bang, because how do you even BEGIN to rank what atrocities jensen and misha commit at jibcon. every single one they’ve had is damning in it’s own right, for different reasons.

however, considering just how much unabashed fuckery they’ve given us to sift through, it’s a good thing i do have a personal favorite despite it all. it’s heartwarming, the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen, AND it’s jarringly cinematic - mainly because it has a whole ass arc to it that was years in the making. it might even be surprising to some people, but my favorite cockles panel moment, and what i consider the one that encompasses their entire gut-wrenching journey from 2008-2013 in the most sweepingly romantic gesture possible, is this one.

i want this burned into my retinas. i am not even joking. when i'm through with my explanation, let me convince you why this is thee most romantic cockles moment of all time.

first, some history: people call this the resume off, but many seem to forget the botched attempt at a resume off a year prior. and yes, you guessed it: it's during their break up. it's a juicy time period for a reason, guys. it came across as exceedingly one-sided and VERY awkward. let me refresh your memory as to just how bad it was, and just how hard jensen was trying and ultimately failing at winning misha over: the funniest part of the whole resume off in 2013??? every joke/bit had literally already been made/done. they were just going through the motions again, but the difference THIS time...is that misha reciprocated jensen's energy. it. is. fascinating. i want to get into it more detail in another post, and i'll link it here when i'm done, but the main takeaway, i think, and the main difference that showcases how much they've grown in a year, is that in jib 3, misha flat out refused to do an accent, and this time around, he indulges jensen for literal minutes. when i tell you they're crazy, they're crazy. i can't wait to actually dive into it later.

ANYWAY, the resume off culminates in this moment here. and, like, a million things happen in this gifset. actually, more like a million and one. the music starts playingneediremindyouthatthesongissingingintherain(h e l p), misha starts dancing, jensen 'perpetually fake grumpy' ackles lets misha think he's not going to join, misha sits down defeated, but no!!! that was jensen's plan all along(look at his stupid fucking smirk) and he offers his arm to his dance partner who immediately grins like a fool, jensen then leads misha into their kick step, they perfectly synchronise and let loose, and are then very clearly having the time of their lives, hanging off of each other with joy and ease. from their expressions alone i can tell that this moment is so. so. so. so! much more than what initially meets the eye. i mean-misha is fighting back the biggest smile i've ever seen. to me, it reads like jensen is offering something to misha, something that misha kind of gave up on expecting, and him offering his arm like that is like, a surprise to him in the best possible way(and it's so not platonic, let me just say that.) as soon as jensen did that, it ushered in a new era of cockles. this panel is jensen and misha's favourite for a reason, and i think this moment is the biggest clue as to why.

whew!!! ok. that took a lot out of me and that was only point one. moving on,

number two: top cockles blooper moment

cockles bloopers hold an extremely special place in my heart, because it shows just how fucking disastrous jensen and misha are. they are so goddamn infatuated with each other that they HOLD UP PRODUCTION ALL THE TIME TO FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER(???). let me repeat. let it sink in. jensen ackles; arguably one of the most professional actors on that show who puts everything he has into each scene, with mountains and mountains of notes to prove it: would rather hold up production to flirt with misha collins. this sounds fake. it's not. he does it. all. the. time. and here's the thing guys!!! i'm gonna let you in on a secret!!! misha loves it. he loveesssss it. on top of that-misha collins: overlooked because he's pranked and people assume he's unprofessional as well, but his only pranks are in retaliation/off-set, and he rarely if EVER causes problems if he can help it....lets himself get carried away when it comes to jensen making kissy faces at him!!! are you actually kidding me!!! i mean. misha. it's just a face. you've seen it a million times. i don't buy that it triggers something in you that strongly....you like it, and you like jensen's reaction. you can't fool me!!! lisa berry's face in that one gifset shows just how fed up the crew is with their gross, coupley boyfriend antics.

i could pull up so many examples. sooooooo many. but my favourite was sealed since the moment i saw it.

i actually already wrote an analysis on it but i can't find it :(((( which SUCKS because i really unpacked the whole thing. i'll try to summarise.

basically, a backstory is part of this too!!! jensen and misha both had a really really hard time with this scene(because it's explicitly romantic there i said it), they sat down for hours and poured over their scripts together, they were super super nervous going into filming, both of them, jensen especially, were super hard on themselves for their performances not being true to their characters but they both complimented the other's work(boyfriend moments fr). so, yeah. they weren't confident going into shooting. and how do they get themselves to feel better???? by cuddling each other, apparently.

a lot. a LOT. happens in this specific blooper. to the point that i saw it years before i knew about cockles and it raised all sorts of flags for me.

1) stop pulling my face towards your crotch(as a thinly veiled request that misha would, in fact, move jensen's face towards his crotch, considering it was jensen moving himself there in the first place. also, why so comfy down there guys???) 2) you're my baby daddy i know(in the most intimate voice i've ever heard please) 3) i know, i know, i love you too i didn't say i love you i know but you wanted to say it etc. misha's right, of course. that's what jensen meant.

it just reeks of comfort, familiarity and intimacy between the two, and it's a moment that is extremely sweet and silly at the same time. they're so <3

number three: top cockles found footage moment

WONDERFUL category. truly the culmination of the cockles experience. many people have said that shipping cockles doesn't work because 'they're just onstage you dummies!! they're playing it up for the audience!!!' here's the thing, love. i could not disagree with you more. once you climb your way up the cockles ladder, you soon learn that they are, in fact, playing their dynamic DOWN, not up. they really are just Like That™, and they could not care less about the paying audience, if we're being honest, considering how much time they take to giggle with each other and refuse to let the audience in on the joke. and i love them for it <3

anyway, my point is that this category is for all you naysayers out there, all you 'jensen and misha's relationship is just for show and is real life queerbaiting'(?????lordhelp???) oh yeah? ok, explain this.

he. he. he calls jensen sweetheart. literally enough said. there's nothing to really add here, except, misha and jared then immediately engage in damage control. jared's method is distraction and misha's is retconning('get out of the car, dude') this was what got me to buy into the cockles dumpster for GOOD good. you don't call your buddy sweetheart accidentally and sound so completely earnest while doing it! especially not when that buddy is jensen ackles!!! you think he would let any of his friends call him that? do you?

one more thing; if it was a slip of the tongue, little mouth thing or whatever, you think jared wouldn't have jumped on it immediately??? i can hear it now. 'did you just call him SWEETHEART???' yeah. that's what i thought. you know why he didn't? because it was too revealing.

number four: top cockles autograph moment

i mean, i think we all know what it's gonna be, and if you don't, well, do i have the piece de cockles resistance that is gonna send you over the edge.

if you haven't heard of this story by now, as a cockles, truther, i'm gonna go ahead and get you to read it, because there is no possible heterosexual explanation for any of it, and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise.

spoiler alert: it's the story where phones weren't allowed in an auto session, jensen nuzzles himself in misha's hair, leans his full body weight onto him, holds his hand, etc. etc. i'm imploding just repeating this back, actually. also, just, the sheer amount of stories from photo ops where they tackle hug each other or slap each other's asses or sing romantic songs to each other or almost kiss is, frankly, a lot. if i could wish for anything, it would be to witness them in person.

and finally,

number five: top cockles social media moment

this one is super difficult, because there's obviously a lot to choose from. but you know what? full send, i'm going with this one:

i just. what to say about this. how often do misha and jensen watch sunsets together for it to qualify as ‘always’ ??? why are sunsets synonymous with their relationship??? that’s like??? a very romantic thing????? ‘this guy’??? the fact that it’s a CANDID??? i don’t know guys.

that could have been better but i am TIRED so. there you go rose ily

#cockles #cockles ask #liz answers #i really just. spend hours. writing about misha and his boyfriend. #why. why do i. do that #long post for ts

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Far Away From L.A.

Story Summary: Dylan arrives ahead of production to a new filming location to get a break from L.A. It’s a small town in eastern Canada that’s remote and serene. While he’s enjoying the touch of anonymity that comes with filming in a rural town where most people couldn’t care less who he was, he meets Amelia. 

Pairing: Dylan x OFC

Warnings: eventual smut, RPF, slight angst, general naughtiness

A/N: This is basically one giant shitpost. Read it if you want to. It’s self-indulgent and will be smutty. It’s probably not going to be super long, and I’m not committing to an update schedule. I am in a writing groove though, so who knows ;) No beta? No problem! Right? .... Ugh.

Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 /  Chapter 19 /  *IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 1: Escape (Dylan POV)

‘It’s not easy being in the spotlight.’ Everyone says that. Everyone. And everyone also thinks it’s a cliché. The truth of the matter is, clichés are clichés for a reason. Fame and notoriety have a way of dehumanizing you. It separates you from everyone else, for largely superficial reasons. To Dylan, acting was what he did for a living, and he was lucky because it was something he was good at and that he loved. He wasn’t doing it for fame. In fact, he kind of hated that part of it all. He appreciated his fans, loved how passionate they were and that they chose to support his work, but he’d always found the idea of celebrity so odd.

You wouldn’t rush up to a barista that had served you coffee that morning on a walk with their dog and ask for a picture. Of course you wouldn’t. That’s absurd. That’s how he felt sometimes. He knew it wasn’t fair to compare those experiences, but he couldn’t help but long for the same anonymity. Nothing was his anymore. Privacy was something he still desperately clung to, and he was pretty good at keeping the most intimate details of his life to himself, but who else had to be careful who they were seen with in public and what tweets they chose to like? It was exhausting, but he’d signed up for it, he supposed.

It didn’t help that he lived in LA. It was a teeming swamp of paparazzi. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d been photographed at LAX with his pillow tucked under his arm trying to hide as much as he could under his ball cap and sunglasses. It was the last place he wanted to be swarmed. He’d either woken up early to make a flight, or was jet lagged as hell on his way back from one thing or another, just wishing he was at home in his bed when they’re chasing him out to his car to get a picture. The whole fiasco attracted the attention of everyone else in the damn terminal. Countless autographs and unflattering photos later, he can finally escape.

An escape, that’s what he needed. He got those from time to time. He especially enjoyed his trips to New York. He still got noticed there, but not everyone that recognized him intruded. He could go to a Mets game, get asked for a couple of pictures, and go about his business. New Yorkers seemed to respect his personal space a bit more and didn’t seem as concerned or consumed with the spectacle of celebrity. But what he really loved was filming outside of the usual celebrity haunts.

Locations are kept quiet prior to the start of filming, for the most part, and those first few days, before anyone knows where you are or has really recognized you, you can walk around without the weight of all of that on your shoulders. That’s where he found himself now. He’d arrived early, ahead of the production crew and the other actors, to a small town in Nova Scotia, Canada. He was set to start filming a period piece that he’d signed onto a while back. The script had spoke to him and the director had reached out after seeing his performance in “Amazing Stories”.

He found a Bed and Breakfast online before he’d left LA. It was a quaint little place on a country road about 10 miles from where the majority of filming would be taking place. The air was cool, and the first hints of fall were stealing the green from the leaves in the trees. He forgot how much he loved fall on the east coast. It was always his favorite time of year before he’d moved to California.

Dylan was standing outside his rental car taking in the expanse of wheat fields and the river that wove its way through the valley when his phone vibrated in the pocket of his sweats. He snatched his ball cap off the passenger seat and placed it on his head as he read the message that flashed across his screen.

**----------**

T-Pose: You make it there alright?

**----------**

Dylan smiled. He and Tyler were out the night before for dinner at Tyler’s favorite bar, Stout, in LA and had hung out at Tyler’s place after. They laughed and caught each other up on what they were getting up to since they’d last spoken, quickly falling into old habits. He hated that he had to head home to be up early enough to catch his flight.

**----------**

Dylan: Yeah bro. I’m here

T-Pose: Nice! How is it so far?

Dylan: It’s quiet.

T-Pose: Sounds like just the right place for you right now

Dylan: Yeah. 2 weeks before filming starts. I’m just going to try to find some time to just exist, dude

T-Pose: I’m sure those Canadians will take good care of you up there

Dylan: Haha, for sure. Thanks again for the talk last night, man. I needed that shit more than you know

T-Pose: Always, brother. Always. I’ve got you

Dylan: Thanks, man. I got you too. Can you send me that song you played for me last night, btw?

T-Pose: For sure! I’ll throw it in the share drive.

Dylan: Sounds good, man. Listen. I gotta get settled in find a place to get some grub before I pass out 

T-Pose: All good, dude. Enjoy yourself up there. Let me know if you see a whale or some shit

Dylan: Hah! You’ll be the first to know if I get Moby Dicked

T-Pose: Dicked 😉

Dylan: Behave. You child.

T-Pose: 👶

  **----------**

Dylan smiled and shook his head as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. He walked around the car to the trunk and grabbed his bag and pillow. He didn’t even make it to the front door before an older woman, 5 feet tall on a good day, was coming out to greet him at the top of the stairs that led up to the front porch.

“Hi there, dear!” she said, beaming as she wiped her hands on her apron.

“Hello,” he smiled back.

“I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding us.”

“Oh, no. None at all,” Dylan said, stepping up to stand next to her. “I’m just glad you had space for me on short notice.”

“Stop!” she scoffed playfully, waving her hand. “We’ve never been fully booked in the 30 years we’ve run this place. It’s no trouble at all.” She grinned, patting his shoulder. “I’m Violet,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Dylan,” he replied, taking her hand in his. “I’m just glad you were able to find space for me on such short notice, you know?” He set his bag down next to him. “I shouldn’t have been playing so fast and loose with my plans.”

He smiled, looking past her at the swing on the porch that lazily hung on its chains and the expanse of fields beyond the rail. This really was exactly where he needed to be.

“What brings you to Nova Scotia?” She asked, reaching to pick up his bag.

Dylan stopped her, smiling in thanks before picking it up himself. “Just some good ol’ fashioned R&R,” he sighed.

“Well,” she smiled, stepping out of his way to clear the path, “you came to the right place.” She opened the door and the day’s sunlight spilled into the modest lobby. An old Afghan rug ran along the hallway adjacent to the old oak staircase. A large sitting room opened to the left at the foot of the stairs, a stately fireplace adorning the wall. To the right, sat a large dining table with a single flower arrangement. The smell of fresh bread wafted out from the kitchen beyond the closed glass doors at the far end of the table.

“Nice place you got here,” he said with a nod, removing his hat.

She blushed just a little. “Well thank you! We like to think so.” She fussed with a crooked picture frame before clearing her throat. “I can show you to your room, if you like?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

Dylan followed her up the staircase and down the hall to a room that overlooked the back of the property. The windows ran from the floor to the ceiling, all the trim dark and wide. The walls were covered in a speckled pattern of small flowers. The bed had four posts that nearly reached the high ceiling. There were more pillows than had any right to be on a single bed at one time, but the quilted blanket looked warm and inviting.

“If you don’t like it, there’s another—”

“No, no,” he interrupted, not wanting her to think he was displeased, “it’s perfect, really.” He smiled at her, sitting his bags on the end of the bed. “Thank you.”

She sighed, patting her thighs. “Well. I won’t trouble you any longer. If there’s anything you need, you can find one of us in the office downstairs next to the kitchen.”

“Sounds good.”

“Oh! I almost forgot. Breakfasts are served at 8 am, if you’d like to partake.”

Dylan’s stomach growled at the thought of food. He never liked to eat before a flight, so his last meal was last night with Tyler.

“And there’s a book in the drawer of the nightstand with some information about local sight seeing, restaurants, and little tidbits my family has thrown in for guests.”

Dylan smiled. “That’s perfect, actually.”

“Alright then, dear. Enjoy the rest of your evening, and I hope to see you at breakfast!” She backed out through the door, closing it behind her.

Dylan looked up at the ceiling, taking a long breath as he stretched out his neck. He walked over to the window and pulled back the sheers to get a better view. A large tree stood alone in a field of green grass. Its canopy was nearly perfectly symmetrical, and on one of the lowest bows, a tire swing hung neglected on a worn rope. Beyond the tree, a large red barn stood tall in the field. It looked well cared for and recently painted. The hay loft door swung open in the breeze.

“Sure not in L.A. anymore.” 

#my trash #dylan obrien #dylan obrien imagines #dylan obrien fanfiction #dylan obrien x original female character #dylan fic #dylan x ofc #far away from L.A. #FAFLA Chapter 1 #FAFLA fic #trashy writing

[tender-rosiey]

hello, hope you’re okay!! i have a request and i hope you can write this (if you cant no big deal)

So i was thinking you could write about dazai & chuuya reacting to like edits of them and s/o (like badass edits about s/o or the other characters etc.) they’ve been together for a long time so there is some mutual trust between the couples. so basically they’ve been transported (kinda stupid but please bear with me) to our world, where bsd is an anime and you know that people make edits and fanfic, so i was wondering how the characters and s/o would react.

have a nice day loves ✨❤️❤️❤️

❥ Dazai and Chuuya reacting to edits of them

ᴀ/ɴ: this is one cool of a request you got there, let’s do this; hope you like it 💕

Dazai Osamu:

oh wait I just noticed that says “my master”

Moving on

So Dazai knew something would happen when you touched that weird ass looking cube

However he did not expect being transported to a whole entire universe with scenes in his life playing right in front of him

“Y/N, do you have any idea where in the world are we?”

“Osamu, If I did I wouldn’t be latching to you like this.”

Suddenly a certain human totally different from what they looked like entered the room

Let it be me because self insert

“Oh my god you are Dazai Osamu and Y/N L/N FROM BUNGOU STRAY DOGS?—“

This is how real humans speech would look like btw ⬆️

“Oh my, are we well known in this area?”

“Can I please get an autograph? Literally anything—“

And so they started asking questions to know more about the shit they got themselves into

Found out they are an anime, they have edits, fanart and many many more things to appreciate them

That added to his ego cause woah people are low key obsessed about him

“Y/N, people love us a lot here, I saw something called a TikTok of a lady crying over a photo of mine.”

You were curious about more things and wanted to see more of those stuff so asked to see the edits

Mind you, you felt immense amount of pride since while everyone in this world is crying over your lover, you have him with you every day and night

And so you stole my phone and watched through all the edits of yourselves that you could find

Now onto how I think dazai would feel about this ✨

There are some REAL TALENTED people and honestly Dazai was mesmerized by a lot of them and even those who think theirs are not good enough, he appreciates the effort

Oh and btw he is going crazy over edits of you, and is slowly turning to one of your simps (as if he already wasn’t)

“OH Y/N I NOW SEE YOU IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT PLEASE STEP ON ME!”

Welcome to the y/n simp club, dazai; would you like to be the leader

He would probably save them so he can watch them later to make up for the lack of your presence at times ;(

He adores wholeheartedly the ship edits, and keeps gushing about how you two are great couple and that you look breathtaking together

Okay so time for a soft point

You know the playdate trend?

Yeah the one with the soft scenes of the character

He saw one of you and a really small and soft smile crept up to his face

PLEASE HE WAS LOOKING AT IT WITH SUCH ADORATION

but

I think he would like crack edits better cause HAHAHA comedy

For example, the simp audio (if you are paying the price cause you are just being nice you are a simp, that’s how it went I believe—)

The legs audio

Anyone simping for him is considered very entertaining as well

Probably going to make an account called dazai official and compliment any and every edit he could find of him, you or both

“This looks great! Keep it up :D”

“Your talent is immaculate!”

“My belladonna looks etherial, my oh my—“

A LOT OF SAVED EDITS YAY

Chuuya Nakahara:

*gently holds him* i miss you, you piece of shit

ANYWAYS

The mafia deals with a shit ton of people, and one of them didn’t like the deal the mafia proposed so they made you and your lover transfer to another world and place

Why?

You are one of the strongest units in the mafia hence you shall be gone out of their sight so they don’t face problems (they really thought they were gonna win just like wow)

And now you are in a world you have no idea about and everyone is weirdly 3D and looking like tired meat and flesh

Cue a girl who runs a blog called tender-rosiey with three tangerines in her hand entering the room

“OH MY FUCKUNG GOD ITS CHUUYA AND Y/N—“

(I believe in the supremacy of tangerines)

“You know us?”

“Y-YEAH! YOU GUYS ARE REALLY FAMOUS HERE; also, how did you get here?”

“If we knew we would’ve told you trust me, right, Chuuya?”

“Yeah I guess, now tell us where we are.”

“Can I show you some things first?”

And you guys went through the fanart (cursed and non-cursed we shall not spare anyone ) and how there is an anime featuring your lives and are in other words are being stalked by people

Then we come across edits

But before that chuuya found a lot of stuff talking about how he is too pretty for his own good and how he has a godlike jawline (like have you seen him pls)

Anyways back to the edits, there are multiple edit types but he feeds his ego with the badass ones and likes when people put voiceovers of him

Made him realize how beautiful and attractive his voice is

As we know Chuuya is a loud prideful man and smug like

Once again, you felt so proud and smug cause you have the man that millions are willing to kill the world for in a blink

Back to the ginger

“AHA PEOPLE MAKE A LOT OF EDITS OF ME, SEE, DOVE?”

“Yeah, Chuuya, they make alot of them about me as well.”

“Wait let me see.”

And he is head over heels all over again and becomes even more whipped

Like, his baby looks so good and those effects?? Mesmerizing

He wholeheartedly believes that people are really talented and are doing your beauty the utmost justice

Like dazai saves a lot of them cause he needs his eyes blessed every once in a while

He was smiling all the way through the ship edits of you two like awww

But like the badass ship edits are hot too cause hell yeah you are one hell of a power couple and no one can go against you two

SOFT EDITS TOO

CAUSE YOU LOOK SO ANGELIC AND MAJESTIC AND HE JUST KEEPS THINKING ABOUT HOW LUCKY HE IS TO HAVE YOU

He would give his honest opinion about the edits, but he doesn’t know how exactly each editing app works

HOWEVER

His comments are like

“this transition could’ve been smoother.”

“If they made a twirl instead of a slide it would’ve look more gratifying.”

And is mind blown by some other edits

“woah, babe look at this; it’s so smooth and professional.”

“They deserve more, are people blind, why don’t they like this and give it more attention?”

Unlike dazai, I don’t think he would make an account specially for this and would just admire from afar

Maybe he would make one to make haters shut the hell up

But yeah

We stan a supportive chuuya

Geology is boring to me

Biology supremacy

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[dixonsmonroe]

Pieces of History

Summary: Bucky’s hesitant about going on a date to the Smithsonian, but being with you makes it a lot easier.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

word count: 1,200

author’s note: thank you to @cherry-season for this request! it was nice to write a cute date fic again <3 hope this is what you had in mind!

warnings: none, just a nostalgic bucky and some fluff!

The museum was bustling with people, more so now that school was back in session. A large group of middle school kids being led by an enthusiastic tour guide, a frustrated teacher, and two very bored looking chaperones passed by you. You always loved coming here on days like today. 

Bucky tried to hide it, but you could tell he was a little taken aback when you brought up a museum date to the Smithsonian at breakfast this morning. You both had the day off and you wanted to do something you didn’t normally do together. You really hadn’t thought about it, just brought it up as a casual suggestion, then realized that maybe he didn’t want to go to a museum with a whole exhibit about the man he used to be and his best friend that he used to do everything with. You scrambled and said you could go to any museum, it didn’t have to be that one, but when he saw the excitement on your face at the first mention of it, he insisted it was fine.

As you walked up the stairs to the door, you held his hand and squeezed it. If he was being honest, it wasn’t as nerve racking since he was here with you. You loved history, and watching you get excited about it was one of his favorite things.

You both bought tickets and walked through the museum, past families with children, admiring the history. You marveled at the air and space exhibit, and spent a good deal of time in the Amelia Earhart section. 

You ended up in front of the entrance to the Captain America exhibit. It was full of excited kids enamored with their favorite superheroes. 

You looked up at him as he scanned the crowd of people. “Good?”

He looked at you and nodded. “Good.”

You walked up to the Howling Commandos display, all of their suits lined up with their portraits on the wall. You grinned as you looked up at his picture.

“You’ve always been so handsome,” you said, knowing he was blushing beside you.

“I don’t know, I was kind of a nerd back then,” he chuckled, though you could hear a sadness in his voice. An aching for the younger version of himself, void of the horrors he experienced for decades.

You scoffed playfully. “You’re still a nerd. And I would have fallen in love with that guy in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah?” he smirked at you. 

“Don’t think Steve hasn’t told me about what a ladies man you were,” you nudged him. You walked through the exhibit, both of you taking it all in. 

You’d read about Captain America and his brave band of soldiers as a kid growing up in school, and you always found it fascinating. The stories of heroics, of patriotism, of tragedy. Reading through your textbooks in school, you may have even had a small crush on Sergeant James Barnes before you ever met him.

You got to the videos of Bucky and Steve and the rest of the Commandos in their camp. There was one of Bucky and Steve laughing together, like they didn’t have a care in the world. Bucky looked so young, so carefree. 

You looked at your Bucky beside you, who was watching the video with a small curve of his lips. He didn’t notice you looking at him; you knew this was him genuinely remembering this moment, and holding it to himself as if the years of misery he went through never happened. This was a man happily reminiscing on memories of him and his best friend. It was the most content you’d seen him in a while. There was a certain calm that came over him, you could see it on his face. 

You heard a small voice behind you then, whispering, “Mom, it’s Bucky!”

You both turned and looked at the kid, whose mother had an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry, he’s just a really big fan,” she said.

“No worries,” Bucky smiled.

“Can I have your autograph?” the kid asked Bucky confidently.

“Spencer--” his mother warned.

“Of course,” Bucky nodded, kneeling down and signing the poster of the Commandos that he handed to Bucky. 

“Thanks!” the kid said excitedly, and his mother mouthed a ‘thank you,’ with an appreciative smile before walking away.

You smiled up at Bucky, watching how he beamed after them. You knew even after all this time of freedom, he still wasn’t used to being looked at as a hero. You made your way through the rest of the exhibit, coming across another picture of him with a blurb detailing his younger years, further solidifying him as the hero he was.

You nudged him. “Y’know, the army’s lucky I didn’t know you back then.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “Why’s that?”

“I would’ve stolen you away, wouldn’t have let ‘em have you,” you shrugged.

He laughed and put his arm around your shoulders. “If I had to put money on you or the US military, I’d put it on you.”

You smiled. “Damn right.”

You stopped into the gift shop afterwards, looking at knick knacks that were far too expensive, when you saw a small banner with the Howling Commandos logo on it. You looked at him and smiled brightly.

“Come on, I’m a history buff, this is perfect for my apartment,” you said.

“That the only reason you want it?” 

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

He kissed you and smiled. “Let me get it for you.”

“Babe, you don’t have to—“

He waved it off and headed toward the counter. After he paid, and the teenager at the cash register tried to hide the excitement at the fact that he was selling the Bucky Barnes a piece of memorabilia, you stepped outside into the crisp autumn air.

“You hungry?” he asked, interlacing metal fingers with yours.

“I am,” you replied, and you decided to get food from the cafe next door to the museum. You took your lunch to go and sat in a park nearby while you ate.

“Thank you for coming here with me,” you said, taking a sip of your iced tea.

“Thank you for taking me,” he replied. “I haven’t been here since…”

He took a deep breath and sighed. You lifted his left hand to your lips and nodded at him to go on.

“Since I was in hiding,” he said. “After I pulled Steve out of the Potomac. I hid out for a while in DC, and I came here, just trying to remember as much as I could.”

“Did it help?”

He nodded. “I started keeping a journal, and things slowly started coming back to me. Coming here with you now, though—it’s different. I feel like I can breathe.”

You smiled wide at that, leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He smiled against your lips, and placed a small kiss on your forehead when you went to pull away.

“I love you,” you said. 

“I love you too, doll,” he replied.

Later on, back at your place, you didn’t miss the proud grin on his face when you hung your new banner over the couch in the living room, visible to anyone who came into the apartment.

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