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#and I stop and attempt to get over What ever pathetic crush is trying to form
pomupom · 7 months
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Obvious met by Oblivious.
Riddle Rosehearts, Deuce Spade, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Sebek Zigvolt.
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Riddle Rosehearts.
you hadn’t meant to overhear ace yelling at riddle to just ‘ tell you how he feels ’, but there’s not much an apology can do to bring his skin from red — he swears his heart has just stopped. and ace’s is about to join. oh Greats, riddle feels like it’d be easier if you’d already noticed! it’s like torture awaiting your answer, sweating profusely and you’re not quite sure if it’s from the nerves or to calm the heat of his cheeks. riddle has himself mentally prepped for your rejection, accepting the fact he's about to need to swallow down this embarrassing moment and move on – but he doesn't have himself prepared for receiving a quiet “ i like you too ”. maybe all this warmth his body's producing has made him start hallucinating, there's a lump in his throat preventing him from speaking, stuck staring in awe at what you've just reciprocated. do you, like, seriously love him back? out of all people - riddle? not that he minds at all ... but he knows he's a bit wearisome compared to others you know — which garners a stupid comment from ace, if you weren't here, know his head would be gone. maybe the actual thing, too. however, he just can't find care to deal with anything but how he wants to throw his arms around you and share a sweet kiss with you — oh this is all he's ever wanted! he can't help but act all strange, you've been in more of his dreams than you could ever know.
Deuce Spade.
truly, it's one of the 7 Wonders of the World how you haven't found out about deuce's little crush on you — grim and ace almost feel obligated to try and place match-maker when they see deuce stumbling over words, saying all the wrong things and drawing confused reactions from you. it's hard to believe this is his mother tongue with all the stuttering, second-hand embarrassment filling the two when they watch deuce talk with you. and while they'd usually laugh about how dense you are to all attempts of advances from deuce, they leave him to wallow in their pity – he's just got to put himself out there for you! easier said than done for deuce, though. fearing for the worst, the last thing he wants is to lose this friendship he's built with you, then he'd truly lose all hope for being your boyfriend ( even thinking of such alone makes deuce a flustered mess, pink-tinted and catching your eye. he's so bad at making excuses ). he almost feels blessed when you come up to him and confess, arrow through his heart, he blabbers out reciprocation — how could you not fall for this pathetic mess of a man? deuce honestly can't tell if you've been pretending to not get his hints just to be a tease, or if you're truly just a stupid as he is.
Floyd Leech.
“ my God ... shrimpy - don't you understand already that i like you? ” it's information hard to process this early in the morning, especially when you'd thought death was at your door with the way floyd tried to break the thing in. acting as if you're the stupid one here, you're sent a glare as floyd awaits what you'll say to him —usually never this patient, he figures that since he has just told you how he feels. floyd decides it's better to wait until you tell him you like him too before he moves in closer to you, otherwise he might just eat you up for being a tease! it may be late, but you've got floyd annoyed from being a parasitic – tossing and turning, no position keeps you from crawling into his brain within the silence, images of your smiling face filling the dark. if he just squeezed you and popped your head right off, he wouldn't have to worry about any of this! it's a hard decision, really, watching your dumb lil head burst or waiting until your heart spills out it's answer, floyd wouldn't mind watching either. it's all in your hands, shrimpy — and don't keep him waiting here too long! or he'll have to make the decision himself.
Kalim Al-Asim.
only when kalim opens his eyes to your shocked face does he realize what he’s just said — oh. oh! kalim, honestly, didn’t mean for that to slip out! he’s just become accustomed to speaking his feelings, he hadn’t thought twice when telling how he’s in love with you. he supposes there’s no use in hiding them anymore, though — soo ... how do you feel about him? do you like him back? like, like-like him? because Sevens does he want nothing more than to scream to this world how much he loves you! he doesn’t mean to overwhelm you, and he tries to settle his excitement. who knew finally saying what he’s been trying to show you for who knows how long, would feel this good!? he’s stood perked-up awaiting an answer from you, beaming his weight from one foot to the other — he hopes that you’ll accept him and all he has to offer. kalim has a whole different world to show you. things aren’t all gloomy as they seem, not when you’ve got him! it may have taken you this long to find out kalim’s feelings, but he’s loved you since the beginning.
Sebek Zigvolt.
there's no chance for sebek, he thinks that he is actually hopeless when it comes to making you understand how he feels through these ' romantic ' gestures that lilia suggests — maybe the old fae is just messing with him, but they never seem to bring a strong reaction out of you in the way lilia says they will. maybe it's all a lost cause, sebek's usual curt attitude disappearing somewhere within when it comes to telling you how he really feels, he grows quiet when you're around. don't you get tired of being brainless? your head must only be for looks, completely filled with air — or maybe he really is that good at hiding how he feels. an illusion quickly shattered by lilia when sebek somehow finds himself dragging his feet back for advice, just be himself, you've stuck around this long anyway! an awfully planned, discreet confession blown up, sebek can't help his volume when it comes to pouring his heart out. all these little things you do to him (which he hates, sebek is sure to add that on), never noticing the affect you've had on him. oh Seven, you better accept all of it! for the shame he'd feel if otherwise .. you would have to be rid of this world.
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boohbear19 · 1 year
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Baby Girl
@tifacloudswife asked:
Hey girl! It’s not AIB (but will def request that later tooo) but could you do a Gwi-NamxReader fix? It can be smut, romance, angst anything you want I just want a fic of him thank youuu! Your writing is awesome 😎
Thanks for the request! I’ve been wanting to write a Gwi-NamxReader fic for a while now!🤩
Genre: Romance-Ish, Smut, and before the apocalypse!! 
⚠️⚠️Warnings: Bullying, anxiety driven, verbal abuse, rough play, smut, heavy make out,  unprotected sex, fingering, choking, biting, nipple play, dirty talk, oral, Not proof read, and language. -YOU’VE BEEN WARNED 💖
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School sucks. It absolutely sucks. As much as you tell yourself it will get better, it doesn’t get better. Why? Because of one fucking person. 
Yoon Gwi-Nam. 
One of the biggest bullies at Hyosan High School, and you were one of his favorite victims. Unfortunately for you it was almost impossible to avoid him during the school day. He was in four of your classes and sat behind you in every single one. If you managed to get a seat in front of someone, Gwi-Nam would simply shove them off so he can sit behind you. 
On top of that, Gwi-Nam also had the same lunch period as you. Most of the time as sad as it was, you would sneak and have your lunch in the girl’s bathroom. Or not eat at all, depending on how anxious he made you feel that day. 
The worst part was you had a huge crush on him. Despite how much he teased and harassed you, you were completely smitten over him. It was wrong, so wrong and you knew it and you didn’t want to like him. You’ve tried so many times but it was impossible since you saw his face everyday. Why did it have to be the bad boys that were so attractive?
Your crush for Gwi-Nam made you feel pathetic and hopeless, you didn’t dare to tell your parents or your friends. Word spreads fast at Hyosan high and you were not going to give Gwi-Nam another thing to harass you about. 
Attempting to swallow back the stubborn lump in your throat, you had to first period. Your hands shook as you grasped the straps of your backpack. It was Friday, you just had to get through today and then it would be the weekend. 
Math. History. Science. English. Lunch. Then your three afternoon classes that were Gwi-Nam free and you were done. You could do this. Who knows maybe he skipped school today, it wasn’t rare for him. 
Despite the classroom being empty, your heart was already racing with anticipation of the possible encounters you’d have with Gwi-Nam today. Glancing over at the clock on the wall, class started in fifteen minutes. It wouldn’t be long before other students started piling in. 
“Hey, baby girl...” 
You stiffen from the sound of Gwi-Nam’s voice, you could feel your stomach twist in a tight knot as your hands gripped the edge of your desk tightly.  You had to compose yourself, he wanted to feed off your fear. If you could just stop showing him how afraid you were of him, he would get bored and leave you alone. Right? 
“Not now, Gwi-Nam.” You vowed, trying to sound braver than you felt. 
Gwi-Nam raised his eyebrows as a smirk spread across his handsome face. He was amused by your attempt of standing up for yourself, he found it adorable how you failed so miserably at being tough. 
Gwi-Nam grins, instantly sensing your fear that was also slowly turning him on. He loved every time you averted your gaze from him, bit your lower lip nervously, and crossed your arms over your chest. You were so pathetic to him it was adorable, and what you didn’t know is he wanted you. Badly. 
He grabs you roughly by the hair, forcing you to look up at him. His dark eyes shone brightly with lust and mischief. 
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s rude look away when someone is talking to you? Show me some respect.” He sneered, his lips spreading into a grin. 
“S-sorry..” You mutter softly.
“What was that?” He cupped his ear with his free hand. “I didn’t hear you. Speak up, love.” 
“I said sorry!” You raise your voice, “Can you please let go of my hair? That hurts.” 
Gwi-Nam laughs as he obliges. He then struts over to the wooden classroom doors, you narrow your eyes as he closes them both and pushes two tables behind both of them. Barricading the two of you inside the classroom. 
“What are you doing?” You ask, as you feel your heart starting to race.
If he started to beat you or strangle you right here, nobody would be able to come in to save you. 
“What?” He asks, his voice dropping with innocence. “A guy can’t have some alone time with his girlfriend?” 
“G-g-girlfriend?” You repeat, your mouth dropping open. 
“That’s what I said.” He replies impatiently, as he walks back over to you. He leans forwards planting his hands on both sides of your desk and caging you between his strong arms. 
He looks down at you, his dark eyes wander from your pretty face to your breasts as he inches his face closer. 
“I know you like me, y/n....” He whispers. 
You nearly choke on your own saliva as your breathing grows rapid. What could you say? You were a terrible liar and he wasn’t wrong. You were very attracted to him. 
“Is it that bad that I just want to spend a little time with you?” He gives you a charming smile as he tilts his head to kiss your neck. His grin grows wider from the soft gasp that escapes your lips. 
“Sweet little, y/n...all mine....” Gwi-Nam coos as he starts to kiss down your neck slowly. “You don’t have to be so afraid of me baby girl....” He whispers deeply, you feel his hand at your hip that makes you flinch. 
“I would never hurt you....”
“Then why do you tease me?” You ask, wishing you didn't because this makes him pull away from your neck. “
He looks down at you almost in shock. You weren’t sure if he was faking or if it was genuine. 
Baby girl...” His voice softens. “Haven’t you ever heard that when a guy...” 
He pauses as his grip on your hips tighten before he lifts you up to sit on your desk. 
“It means....” 
You gasp as you feel him slip a cold hand between your thighs, you could feel his hard thumb slowly brush against your clothed clit. You bite down on your lower lip to stifle a moan. Gwi-Nam chuckles darkly as he leans in to nip your earlobe seductively. 
“...it means he has a big...big crush on her.” 
Gwi-Nam runs his finger slowly up your slit as he takes your earlobe in his mouth. You moan softly as he begins to suck on it. It was wrong, all of this but how could you say no? 
If he actually did like you would things be different from here on? You had no idea and it was hard to think of anything at this point as he started to diddle you through your underwear. 
He had effortlessly found your clit, drawing a louder moan from you as you squirm and wiggle on the desk. This makes Gwi-Nam grin before he captures your lips in his silencing your moans. Class would start in ten minutes, Gwi-Nam knew that he had to be quick about this but he was confident enough he could  make you cum faster than ten minutes. 
Gwi-Nam’s lips moved against yours confidentially, making it easy for you since you never even had your first kiss. At first you were worried about biting his lip or drooling but Gwi-Nam was already doing that for you. He suckled on your lower lip as he started to pull down your panties. 
You clench your legs together on instinct and look up at him with wide eyes. This makes him laugh. 
“Come on, open up for me baby girl....I want to see your wet pussy...” He licks his lip seductively, you could feel your own juices leak down your inner thigh. 
Before you even had the chance, Gwi-Nam pulls apart your legs with his hand as he bends down so his face is right by your pussy, eyeing it hungrily. 
“W-wait!!” You cry.
Gwi-Nam ignores you and thrusts his tongue against your clit, swirling slow teasing circles with his tongue. Your hands fly up to grab his long hair as you cry out a moan. Pleasure bubbles up to your core as he flicks and nips at the sensitive bud between your legs, your sweet juices soak his tonuge and make his dick twitch with anticipation. 
“Mmm...” He purrs against your pussy as he slips a finger inside of you, you squirm from the feeling. Sure you’ve touched yourself before but never like this and it felt completely different when someone did it for you. 
“Oh!” You moan helplessly, as Gwi-Nam begins to fuck you with his finger. He watches your facial expressions and your pretty lips form into an ‘O’ as he pumps his finger in and out of you. 
“You love it, you little slut. Don’t you.” He asks, using his free hand to unbutton the blouse of your school uniform. 
“W-we should stop...” You pant, even though you didn’t want him to. What’s the worst that could happen if the two of you got caught anyway? A week of detention? Suspension? Was it bad you wanted to risk it? 
No, we shouldn’t.” 
He grabs your breast roughly pulling out from under your bra and pops it in his mouth. You tug at his hair as you feel his soft wet tongue lap around your hardened nipple. He could feel the pulse of your heartbeat against his face as he suckled your breast roughly. 
He slipped another finger inside of you and increased his speed, the wet squishy sounds of your juices being pushed back from his fingers made his dick ache for you. He smirked against your tit as he felt you pulling at the long strands of his mullet.
You tasted amazing and you were beautiful, but he wanted more. He wanted all of you. He wanted no other man to have you and he was going to claim you as his.
Pulling away he unzipped his zipper slowly, eyeing your plumb and swollen breast that was sticking out from your shirt. He grinned seeing his own teeth marks on your soft skin.
“It’s your first time, isn’t it princess?” He almost sneers as he lowers his boxer briefs, your eyes widen as he pulls out his large erected cock. He was so thick and big you didn’t know how that could possibly fit inside of you. 
You could only nod as he grabs your face roughly in his hands. He crushes his lips against yours in a deep and possessive kiss as he presses the thick head of his cock against your inner thigh. 
“You’re mine. y/n. Understand?” He says against your lips. 
“Yes..”
“If I see you with another man, I’ll kill him.” 
“O-okay...” 
Not that it mattered because you hardly spoke to any other men anyways, and you only wanted Gwi-Nam. 
“Good girl...” He purrs before sinking his teeth into your neck, you flinch as his teeth pierce your soft skin, drawing blood. 
He starts to suckle at your flesh while he rubs the head of his cock against your wet entrance, it hits your clit and makes you mewl in pleasure from the stimulation. 
Gwi-Nam grabs your legs and wraps them around your waist before grabbing you by the neck and laying you down on the desk. You gasp realizing how much you like his cold strong hand wrapped around your throat.
Gwi-Nam only grins at how vulnerable you look with swollen lips and breasts, laying down in front of him with your legs spread out. 
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you....” He says, before pushing the head of his dick in your pussy, stretching out your velvety walls. 
You cry out from the pain as he thrusts his hips roughly against yours, sliding his entire long length deep inside of you. He could care less if it hurt and if you weren’t ready. 
He kept his hand around your throat as he started to thrust inside of you deeply, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes as he savored the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock. 
“Ooh fuck yes...” Gwi-Nam groans, as he rolls his hips roughly down against yours. 
You grab onto his wrist tightly as you needed something to hold onto to ease the pain. It hurt but at the same time you found yourself enjoying it. The sound of Gwi-Nam groaning deeply above you while he fucked you was the most attractive thing you’ve ever witnessed. 
“You’re a good little slut...” He says, slowly moving his hand from your throat to squeeze your breast. 
You arch your  back and start to moan loudly as he picks up his speed, going rougher and faster. Making the desk rock violently underneath you, this worries you as you grab Gwi-Nam’s long white inner shirt. You never knew why he didn’t wear his school uniform like everyone else or how he got away with it, but to you it made him look more sexy. 
The five minute bell rang from above causing Gwi-Nam to groan to himself. It wouldn’t be long before students started pounding on the doors to be let in,  along with the teacher. Not that he really cared.
“You better cum for me, baby girl.” Gwi-Nam says, bending down to suckle your breast. He lets you comb your fingers through his long hair, deciding that you have earned the privilege. 
The more Gwi-Nam thrusted in you the better it felt, as you were starting to adjust to his large size. You toe your curls and arch your hips as Gwi-Nam begins to hit your sweet spot, the both of you could feel your pussy tighten around his cock. 
“Gwi-Nam!” You moan, panting loudly. Your cheeks were a bright pink and parts of your hair stuck to your forehead. 
“Fuck...I’m going to cum...” He grunts, not even caring or asking if you were on the pill and unfortunately you were too caught up in the moment to realize. 
You pull at his hair as Gwi-Nam starts to slam into you. His hands hold your hips down against the hard desk roughly as he pounds into you violently, slamming his hips roughly against yours hard enough to leave bruises. He curses under his breath and groans as he thrusts out his orgasm, spilling his warm seed deep inside of you, 
“Ahh..fuckk...” He purrs, giving your thigh a slap as he rides out the rest of his orgasm. Your chest rises and falls with each breath as you watch the pleasure slowly drain from his face. 
He slowly pulls out of you with a groan before he helps you up to your feet. You pull up your undies and awkwardly smooth out your hair. You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you hear Gwi-Nam’s zipper as he pulls it up. 
“Hey.” He says, cupping your chin in his large hand. 
You swallow hard before looking up at him, you were in complete shock that he had just fucked you and took your virginity. 
“Next time, you’re going to cum. I’ll give you a pass since it was your first time.” He kisses you before you had a chance to say anything. 
There would be a next time? 
As Gwi-Nam predicted, students from the other side started knocking on the door. He rolls his eyes as he walks over to the wooden doors. You watch quietly as he pushes the tables out of the way. Before he unlocks the doors, he turns to look at you. 
“Sit your pretty ass down, baby girl.” 
You do as your told and quickly open your text book as students start to pile in. You hoped you looked like you were studying and not like you had just gotten fucked senseless two minutes ago. 
“What on earth where the two of you doing in here!?”
Mrs. Moon, your math teacher asks Gwi-Nam. You didn’t dare to look up from your text book because your flustered face would give it away instantly. 
Gwi-Nam only grins as he takes the seat from behind you. 
“Studying.” 
THANK YOU ALL FOR READINGG!! I hope you guys enjoyed! Requests are open!! 🥰💕
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i'd love to hear about manmaru metadede !!! i heard it's really Gay but no one ever details it. not a lot of it is translated too, as far as i know, but i really like it.. any excuse to talk about something you like is good too
NO YEA not a lot is translated and the manga itself is already more niche compared to like, mopupupu so its not too well known. translation efforts have really started picking up the past year though (shoutout to @/kirby-manga-translated they do great work). if it needed to be restated for new followers since i havent tl'd in a while, i know a decent amount of japanese so i read them on my own :)c
shoutout to my guy @/rosakikoza as well for giving me his scans hehe. the majority of images below are his or taken from his scans. the rest are mine
*deep breath* the tangent. im gonna need to put this under a cut dont mind me 😍😍😍 did i say 3 paragraphs? i meant 20. like 20 paragraphs
meta knight is absolutely pathetic and incredibly down bad for dedede this manga. its adorable. multiple people ive talked to or seen have come to the conclusion it seems like he has a huge crush on him. a quick brief for those who dont know but this mangas meta is admittedly Veryyyyy different from how you'd expect a meta knight to be. uncharacteristically friendly and cheerful and. pathetic is really the best word for it. hes kinda a loser. incredibly protective of dedede, he switches between two modes of fussing over him quite a bit and semi-often going into incredible rage bloodlust modes over protecting him or his image (youll see a good amount of jp fanwork depict this version of him as a yandere for that reason)
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theres also been more than one occasion where meta knight tries to commit seppuku upon accidently doing something he sees as unforgivable towards his king (its in the chapter i just screenshotted above too, another time he broke dededes clock and freaked out about it). i-. dont consider this a cute ship thing for the record im just stating it to emphasize the extent of metas obsession towards dedede this manga. the mans got Problems...
apart from that, also quite differing from most interpretations of both of them, both of them seem to genuinely really like spending time around each other all the time. it comes off as casually domestic and is very cute...
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regardless of my attempts to brief it, i dont feel like im explaining this very well so lemme just show you a frankly ridiculous amount of reasons for why i keep feeling like this mangaka ships metadede
-fake kiss: self explanatory
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-fake proposal: also self explanatory
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mk: Will you marry me!?
ddd: Yes!
context for this scene is that theyre rehearsing for a play, but actually its later revealed that meta knight is playing the princess while dedede is playing the male protag so im not exactly sure it makes sense that hes the one proposing here. my speculation is that to make the proposal seem legit for the gag they Had to use meta LMAO but thats just my take
also to be noted, right after kirby hears the proposal he immediately runs off and tries to tell everyone the news before ddd+mk stop him and explain that its fake. hes not thrown off or weirded out at the idea that they could be getting married in the slightest. kirby says gay rights Real i love him sm
-this one is from what i call the memory loss chapter:
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dedede loses his memories from getting hit in the head too hard. the gang figures out that beating dedede up or otherwise causing him injury causes him to regain some of them back though, to which kirby attempts to harm him with increasingly violent means, much to meta knights horror. mk spends the entire chapter trying to protect dedede from him, and it doesnt work obviously, but after a particularly hard hit dedede remembers everyone again... except for meta knight. to which meta knight gets upset about and lets kirby lay into dedede for real. you see where people get the yandere personality from now right. i dont recall this trait coming out too often but ill talk more about it later
-the whole chapter thats a cinderella retelling with dedede and meta knight. also also self explanatory COME ON LOOK AT THIS ONE. LOOK AT IT.
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mk: Y…You're…
ddd: Wow, he's so beautiful!! It's like I'm dreaming…!
-theres the mangaka chapter which is a more recent one
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the gang makes manga for dedede. meta knight's manga is about how cool, brave, and heroic dedede is. mysteriously enough however the only thing hes good at is drawing dededes face and nothing else. the implications of this one drive me absolutely insane. is it supposed to imply that meta knight stares at his face all day?? admires his appearance??? he looks at him so much he basically has his face memorized????? HUH???????? theres no heterosexual explanation for this. acting like a teenager with a crush out here got damn
=various images im sharing out of context because they r cute
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head pats. holding hands and reaching the goal together. peak.
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KNIGHT DRESSUP FOR THE KNIGHT. AHAAHGH
ddd: Hoho, pretty spiffy don'cha think?
mk: Ohh!? It suits you!!
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fellas is it gay to shout "OHH! META KNIGHT!!" with a dopey grin on your face upon being saved like a damsel in distress
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sometimes meta knight acts domestic as fuck too. his copy abilities as he states are: cook! clean!! and sleep!!!
regarding my thoughts on their dynamic in this series overall, i think theyre absolutely adorable. meta knight emits dog energy in this one. eager golden retriever towards dedede, though dedede has his sweet moments towards meta knight too. (viewing it with a shipping lens just for this post ofc) while meta is the more active crusher, some of the stuff above seems to imply that dedede has feelings in return as well :') they just get along really well too its great. theres a different chapter where they perform as a comedy duo. theyve done plays in multiple chapters. its my hc for these versions of them that they love doing performances of all kinds together and do a lot of rehearsals and writing in their free time...
and the yandere stuff i feel like i should address as well. i try not to take some aspects Too seriously because its to be expected things are over emphasized for the sake of the joke with gag mangas. but oh man the man definitely has problems. he needs therapy. i tried to be transparent in listing those aspects as well so people can make their own conclusions on it But theres one more thing id like to mention regarding that
meta knights personality has been shifting to be different from what i listed, as of the most recent volume. my beloved forgotten land arc... a first for this series in that, while the chapters still retain their gag humor and dont take themselves that seriously, its a serialized story that mostly follows along with the game plot that lasts nearly the whole volume (as opposed to other game arcs in this manga being episodic stories, using the games as their theme rather than a full on setting). with the more serious tone of the serialized story, theres a frankly startling hint of character development i never wouldve expected from a gag manga at the end of it
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kirby gets ko'd the first round of the meta knight cup so meta knight joins the meta knight cup instead. turns out when he does that the final boss of the cup is dedede. meta knight Really doesnt want to hurt dedede and so dedede promptly kicks his ass without a second thought and wins the tournament. while the crowd cheers for dedede's victory, meta and dedede have a small talk where dedede tells him he doesnt need to fuss so much about hurting him/him getting hurt. presumably this is supposed to mark the end of meta knights intense overprotectiveness because (its never been clear-cut due to the nature of the manga previously, so its a lil hard to say) dededes shown he can handle himself, or like, isnt some fragile thing. i really hope itll stick around because i think its a great addition to both of their characters. the meta-knights have also been appearing way more frequently as of very recent chapters (ones that havent been compiled into a volume yet) which seem to also hint to meta knight getting more independence to his character from dedede's loyal servant. im very excited to see where it goes :D
and like, last last disclaimer if anyone needed it; even tho i love metadede and i like to see things through ship glasses sometimes i absolutely try my best to keep my biases out of my translations. putting out accurate translations means a lot to me! this entire post is me purposely putting the ship glasses on so please dont take it as "omg metadede is canon in this manga". you know way back when i was the only active translator for this manga someone tweeted at the mangaka on twitter mentioning that there were english translations around and he replied to that person. didnt respond to the fan translation thing specifically but the fact that he could know who i am definitely kinda terrifies me. if anyone goes around saying that his manga is the metadede manga because of me and he even has the slightest sliver of a chance of seeing that i will kill yall fr LOL
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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months
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Hey!! Can I request Yan! sanemi vs. Yan! Giyuu? Whose very motherly? Like ahh I was thinking reader took the Kamado square under her wing, oh oh!! And and- shes like especially like a mom to Inosuke.. Ah!! Thank you for reading💞💞
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Ooooh! Cute! I like this idea a lot! Motherly characters are always very adorable!
Yandere! Romantic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Shinazugawa Sanemi vs Tomioka Giyuu
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The latest Hashira has won everybody’s hearts around her for how motherly she is to the younger ones. She was brave enough to try stop all your fellow Hashira from hurting the Kamado boy and his sister
But she has especially won the hearts of two lone Hashira; the Wind Hashira and the Water Hashira. Sanemi as her loving and elegant personality with her motherly instincts turned his wheels all the right way and Giyuu for her unconditional kindness towards him and gentle pushes to come out of his shell
This pair are two of toughest in the area of emotion and falling in love. Sanemi doesn’t want to be vulnerable at all again and Giyuu doesn’t want to get close to anybody again
It’ll be hard but you manage to do it, mainly through your personality being so angelic, it snares them and traps them in a bait they eventually don’t want to escape
Their harmless little crush on you grows rotten quickly, as disgusting as a fish fillet, into a obsession when they both see you chatting with with Kanroji and Iguro, the two welcomed you in with pleasure as you enjoyed your time openly
Sanemi is terrifying with his clinginess and Giyuu is extremely overprotective. They tug and pull you around until you wound up in their arms, just to pulled back into the other. It’s like they are children fighting over a cute blanket, you are stretched out like pizza dough by the end as the two Hashira argue and fight loudly
Neither have the gut to stalk you but they invade your personal space and they invade your privacy, going through your belongings at specific times. Sanemi catches Giyuu sniffing through your kimonos and tries to call him out to you so you’ll hate him
Giyuu is very good at defending himself from any potential blackmail Sanemi may try as he is quite good at gaslighting and lying, switching around Sanemi’s manipulation to be used against him
Giyuu and Sanemi fight vigorously. Sanemi yells and argues with such anger as Giyuu pushes back calmly and barks out in a low voice. Their arguments and fights over you with each other are intense. So intense that the compassionate angel like you feels a bit scared
Giyuu won’t kill for you, he sees that as far too unnecessary since he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings whilst Sanemi will happily track down and brutally dice apart his enemies so you’ll be all his. He does try to harm Giyuu a lot, but it never goes well as he is prepared for any nighttime assassination attempt
“What’s so great about those little brats, Dokusha? I am actually a Hashira, I can give you a lot better time in training then those shitheads can”
“Dokusha. They can’t grow without training from every Hashira. Please don’t waste your time with them… they aren’t as good as… a actual Hashira like myself”
You spend quite a lot of your spare time training the Kamboko Squad and taking care of them. You took the four off Kocho’s hands for her so you can help make these innocent talented slayers see their potential
This fact simply enrages Sanemi and Giyuu as they grow very jealous over your love and attention being directed on such pathetic beings like those kids. Giyuu may like Tanjiro but that doesn’t mean he’ll ever be okay with him winning over your smile. Sanemi, on the other hand, has never wanted Tanjiro, his sister and his friends dead any harder, than now
Giyuu tries his best to seem supportive of you taking in the Kamaboko Squad, whilst fuming with absolute jealous and disgust over them. Though, Sanemi tries to scare the Kamboko Squad away from you behind your back with death threats and sword swings
Instead of their only rivals being each other, now they gotta deal with four young cute children having your love and respect. As your motherly instincts keep in all the time, looking after them and feeding them tho. They both want you to look after them and feed them so badly
This rivalry isn’t as bad as a few of them as the arguments, whilst being loud and aggressive, is minor as their both fighting with the Kamaboko Squad more then with each other over you. Though, it doesn’t take much to have you eat lunch with them
Giyuu and Sanemi are the type to spill out his heart to you unconditionally as he believes you deserve to know everything he thinks of. It does creep you out a bit but their delusional minds won’t process your nervous reaction
“Good morning, Dokusha. I heard you’ve been training the brats since sunrise so I decided to bring you breakfast as you haven’t— Huh? How do I know that? A lucky guess, I suppose“
“Dokusha. Good afternoon, a crow told me that you’ve been training the kids all day. I’m proud and happy for you but you haven’t taken a break yet. How about we go eat together— I… I know that because my crow told me”
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jackietorrance · 1 year
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It's not love
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Jenna Ortega x Reader
"Maybe there is a person who is your peace"
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It was amazing how oblivious Jenna was to your situation. It seemed like she knew you liked her but she just had fun with it. But you knew better, she's been like this since you met in middle school. How she failed to notice the failed attempts at complimenting was so irritating. By the end you couldn't bring yourself to be annoyed with her, she's pathetically adorable.
You girls had a really strong friendship. It was 4 long years of innocent friendship and 1 year of developing feelings for her. In the end, you gave up trying to make Jenna understand how you felt, maybe she just doesn't want to be in a relationship with you or maybe she doesn't even like other girls. You thought about these possibilities but deep in your heart there was always a little hope left, like a disease that wouldn't heal. You were sitting with Jenna and Lisa as they spoke in hushed whispers, giggling like schoolgirls. Lisa glanced over to you, a smiled creeping on her lips.
"Hey Y/n" The two girls focused their attention on you as they stopped their whispers and giggling, "We were just going to play a game, do you want to join us?" Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat.
"Yes please." Your head resting on the bed before, she lifted it curiously, with a minimal smile. Lisa was the only one who knew where you stood with Jenna. At that moment you couldn't even imagine what was going through her head, since you were too busy beating yourself up mentally. You've been with your crush this long, you can't just stop now, especially if it's the other side of campus. "Alright, what are we going to play?" Jenna looked to the girl and then you, then back to Lisa smiling.
"We've been talking about what we wanted to do during winter break and we wanted to do something fun" Lisa sighed, "So we came up with this, we gotta tell the other person a secret before we play."
Jenna's eyes widened slightly, the nervous laughter evident in her voice. "Wait, we should do that now?" Jenna stood her hands cupped over her mouth, her eyes wide with excitement.
Lisa giggled, the first words out of her mouth were, "Y/n still has feelings for you."
You immediately turned your head, your eyes locking with Jenna's and your heart began to speed up in a flurry of confusion, uncertainty and wonder. From the day you two had met she wanted to be friends but you wanted to be more. You had said as much to Lisa five years ago when she told you about Jenna but didn't really expect anything to come from it. You just ended up being her close friend and the person she would rant to about the problems in your life and you really needed some of that. She occasionally brought you for family dinners. Now you were sitting in an apartment, the two facing you, waiting for your reply.
"Oh." That was all you could manage to say as you were dragged out of your thoughts, "I guess this is a secret to keep then, how about we play?" Jenna's face lit up and she launched at you, cuddling.
"Thats great! Have I ever told you how much I like secrets, especially the type that can be discussed with people over a campfire. Lets start." Jenna squeezed you to emphasize her point.
Lisa was giving you a smug smile and all you could say was, "I really don't want to play this game."
"Come on why don't we?" Jenna said, her voice getting caught in her throat, "She likes you Y/n and you like her. You CAN do this, we've found out other people don't know, so Lo! Let's find out our secret. So far we're 1-0."
Lisa took a deep breathe, "Ok, our first stop is love." She took a step back, "Love is the thing immortal, omnipotent, unoriginate, infinite, omniscient, omnipotent, and YOU. LOVE IS YOU." Lisa stopped and giggled.
"Ok, I'm going to go with the 'yours' part." You said with a chuckle, raising your eyebrows.
"This can't be right. God is a spirit, and he that worshipeth and serve him must worship him in spirit and in truth. And the truth is you, I love YOU." Jenna said, her voice getting caught in her throat, "I love you." Jenna rested her head on your shoulder.
You blinked and looked down at her, your mouth slightly open, you couldn't seem to form any coherent words to reply, she continued until her lips brushed yours and she pulled away.
You sat there in a daze, Jenna's head slightly peeking over your arm, "Yeah, um is that good enough?" She blushed looking down at her lap, her blonde hair hiding her face.
"Wow, were the the two of you going to do that, but yea I guess that was enough.
Lisa nodded, "Yep, so weirdly religious, but there's something about you that attracts me."
"Don't you love her?" You couldn't help but smile a little, your cheeks turning a little red.
"Oh god how I love you" you said again, unable to contain a smile.
Embracing her, "I love you too."
"So are you two dating?" Lisa asked who was looking at you and Jenna, a slight blush breaking past her cheeks.
"I think I should be asking that." Jenna broke away from you, a slight grin on her face, she was doing a good job at keeping her emotions hidden, her eyes showing eagerness as she headed towards Lisa.
"We were going to, but-" You stopped her with a kiss.
"It was fun?" The two giggled and Lisa looked at you, a smile in her eyes.
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rainbowhao · 2 years
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Renjun Fic Recs
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A/N: Most of these recommendations contain mature/explicit content, so please be sure to read the warnings beforehand!
Annoyingly Cute  (1k)
You had no valid real reason that any of your friends could understand for why you liked Huang Renjun. He wasn't nice to you or pretty much anyone for that matter. But he was handsome, and somewhat pathetically, that was enough for you.
Lucky Strike (2k) 
Unfortunately, most of your friends are either off-campus or don’t have the space to spare. Except for your friend in acapella club, Renjun. Knowing he lives on-campus, at the end of your practice, you explain your situation and inquire if you can stay with him tomorrow evening.
Wifi (2k) 
He sinks down further into his nest of blankets in an attempt to stop the feelings from taking over his chest, but to no avail. Renjun has a total, major, embarrassing crush on his roommate.
Keeping Me Human (4k) (ft. HC)
“Oh, don’t pay attention to him,” you intertwine your arm with Renjun’s. “He’s just trying to make you jealous so that you notice me.”
“Notice you?” He shakes the hair out of his face, tilting to give you as much of his arm as you need to balance yourself.
“Well, notice my feelings for Renjun, to be exact.” You gasp. “W-wait, shit. You’re Renjun.”
He holds back his chuckle, though he’s pretty sure his heated cheeks reveal enough. At least you won’t remember his reaction in the morning.
All I Ever Wanted (4k) 
When you still refuse to open your eyes, terrified at this point to face your feelings, you hear Renjun sigh. His hand moves on your arm, and you expect him to withdraw, to walk away from you like you’d done to him earlier. But instead you feel his fingers against your cheek, brushing down to your neck.
Shotgun (8k)
You’re not sure what happened, but your feelings for Renjun knocked the wind out of you last year on the walk from his front door to your car. In a short moment he went from ‘Renjun, awkwardly long-limbed friend of a friend that has cool hair’ to- ‘Renjun, boy with really pretty lips who doesn’t love you back’.
Glad I Could Be of Service (10k in total--series)
Watching you walk away, Renjun licks his lips, feeling like his entire mouth was full of cotton. It was as if he hadn’t drank water in days, and you were an oasis. He couldn’t fathom how he had never met you before.
Baila (11k) 
Renjun’s hand stays around the curve of your hip, steadying you whenever you lose balance. If it was possible for him to burn a palm print onto your skin, it probably would happen with the way his grip seemed to tighten with every count.
The Art of Innocence (11k)
You blamed this stupid pact that the boys had. If they’d never made the pact, then you wouldn’t have been dragged into helping him lose his virginity, then you would have never realized your feelings for him, and things would be how they used to be.
Through the Lens (11k)
he hardly even knew you and here you were, asking for a favor with this puppy dog look in your eyes. you were practically begging for him to accept your offer. of course, renjun loved taking photos, but it was obvious that he wasn’t too comfortable around lots of people. and a parade? hell, that sounds like a shit ton of people. yet, despite that voice in his head that was yelling at him to decline so he wouldn’t be forced into an uncomfortable position, he found himself lost in how hopeless you looked. how you wanted nothing more than for him to say yes.
Happier Than Ever (16k)
Huang Renjun is your brother’s best friend, though. He grew up with you and watched you change into the girl you are today, with high goals and her brother away in college, and if you said his company was all you needed from him to study well, he was ready to let you even live in his room, if that’s what you needed.
Fifty Shades of Paint (17k) 
“so let me get this clear. you want me to paint your ass and legs to leave them imprinted on a canvas?” renjun brought the hand that was holding his brush down, turning to look at you, disturbed. “a new, perfectly clean canvas?”  
Service Call (24k)
you hummed to yourself as you go to stalk her social media pages, seeing pictures of her and renjun together. renjun was quite pretty, and looked as handsome as ever. you began to wonder why she would want to break up with someone who was quite literally any girls dream. it was puzzling, but there was no going back now. she already paid, and you already agreed. turning off your tableside lamp, you let out one last yawn before closing your eyes and preparing mentally for your next job. break huang renjun’s heart in the nicest way possible.
FIC RECS BLOG
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bloodied-cunt · 2 months
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All these dumbass whores on this app, and really all of them in the fandom, think they're obsessed with Columbine and the boys is absolutely hilarious to me. You're not obsessed. Stop being fucking stupid and thinking you know everything about them. You're not obsessed just because you know the information that every other columbiner and person who has studied columbine knows. Just because you have pictures of them and merch of them doesn't make you obsessed. You're not obsessed. You don't know the meaning of being obsessed.
Being obsessed is stalking their families. Stalking all the bitches they've ever talked to or who has even mentioned their God damn names. Being obsessed is with knowing every. Tiny. Detail. About them. Stuff that you can't even get on the internet. Being obsessed is dedicating everything to them. Your time. Your life. Your mental health. Your. Everything. Ya'll think Sol was obsessed yet she was like every other Columbiner in the fandom. Whoop dee doo she killed her self. Okay and? Be so fucking for real. You all wanna say and talk "obsession" yet have never felt it and never will feel it. Stop acting all edgy and shit. You aren't cute. Quiet frankly it's pathetic and ridiculous.
Being obsessed isn't something cute or a trend. Being obsessed with something is sickening to the core. Violent. Disgusting. Cruel. Being obsessed means devoting your everything to them. To it. Whatever you're obsessing over. You wanna try being obsessed? Try having all of those stupid whores, Brandi, Robyn, Devon's, Sasha's, Marla's, Jocylen's, Tiffany's, etc of the girls addresses and phone numbers. All of them. Try having their families info. Try having Eric and Dylan's families info. Most of all stop using words you don't know the meaning of and grow the fuck up. If you were obsessed it'd turn to stalking and hatred. You aren't obsessed and that's final. You all are DELUSIONAL. Not obsessed. Big fucking difference so learn it.
Oh and one last thing, being obsessed means you forget to take care of yourself, if you don't have them with you or you can't watch their videos or see their pictures in this case with My Darling Boys, you attempt to kill yourself. You hurt yourself. You starve yourself. Anything and everything you can do to hurt yourself because you need to feel something because you physically cannot comprehend living without them. Stop romanticizing shit, especially mental illness. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND WHAT IT ACTUALLY IS.
Get mad I don't give a fuck 😘 just the truth. Go cry about it idiots. Wake the fuck up and recognize 👏🏻 Just sayin 🥱🤷🏻‍♀️ Take this into consideration from someone who has Obsessive Love Disorder and BPD. You don't know obsession just because you have a tiny little crush on them.
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princessxgarbage · 9 months
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Happy ShiSaku Week!
@shisakuweek
Prompt: Day 1 "don't kill yourself, kill your fiancé"
Warnings: suicide attempt, self harm
Words: 645
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"Haruno-san, I've come to- what are you doing?!"
he rushes to shut the door quietly behind him, hoping no one rises to follow him. She's scrambling away from him, knife no longer pressed to her abdomen but bloodied partially at the sharp tip. 
"Don't! Don't come any closer, Shisui-kun." Sakura's eyes are frenzied as she finally meets his panicked gaze. He holds his hands up in a gesture of good faith. 
"Please, don't. Put the knife down."
"I… I can't go forward with this. You should know, I… I can't marry him, he's a monster." Her hand is shaking violently as she raises the knife towards him in an effort to keep him away. 
He takes a step forward anyway. 
"I said stop!" She quickly turns the knife back to herself, rightly figuring that threatening him would not keep him away, and that injuring herself is the only thing that could. He hates how right she always is. 
He lowers himself to a crouching position, trying to meet her at her own level. Trying anything he can to get her attention on him, and not on finishing what he interrupted. 
"You're right, he is." Shisui slightly edges himself closer, hoping the movement goes unnoticed. 
"Talk to me, Haruno-san." 
She flinches at the honorific. He moves closer. 
"I think-" she hiccups a soft chuckle that sounds more like a sob, "I think at this moment, you can call me Sakura."
"Sakura."
Another inch closer. 
He looks to her hands, where she's grasping the knife in a white-knuckled grip. They stopped shaking when he spoke her given name. A good start.
"Sakura."
"You-" she pauses to gather her thoughts and breathes, "you can't convince me to- there's nothing you can say that would make me want to marry Sasuke." 
He moved closer while she spoke, hoping she was distracted enough not to notice him encroaching on her.
"Alright." 
He moves closer again. He's so close, just a bit more and he could-
"St-stop!" 
He freezes, puts his hands back up in hopes of placating her. His eyes flick between her face and her hands. Her bottom lip is quivering in her pathetic attempts to control her breathing. Her eyes are shining with tears she's trying so hard to contain. Her brow is furrowed, willing herself to focus on him, or perhaps on the task he's hoping she was never fully convinced was the solution at all. Her hands are shaking again, any calm he had offered a moment ago gone as quickly as it came. The knife's edge is pressed up against the soft flesh of her stomach, glimmering in the sharp gaze of the moonlight through the window. Her yukata falling away as she cuts through the silk fabric.  
The deer scare in the garden snaps as it becomes inundated with water. 
The knife digs deeper into flesh. 
His eyes snap to hers, he hopes his panic is as clear in his eyes as it is in hers. 
"Sakura, please." 
Two things happen at once. Her tears finally spill over, filling her vision with water, and he snaps forward and wraps his strong grip over hers, ceasing the knife's deadly forward movement. 
"Don't kill yourself," 
She blinks away the tears, trying her best to meet his pleading stare. He looks so different from his usual smiling self. His laughter seemingly the only laughter to ever grace this house. Now he looks soft, so comforting that all she wants is to do what he asks, even though she knows her life with Sasuke would be utter misery. Just because he asked. Perhaps she could learn to live with Sasuke, just in the hopes of occasionally seeing Shisui. If anyone could brighten hell it would be him-
His grip around her hand and the knife sharpens considerably, crushing her fingers, and his eyes darken.
"Kill your fiancé, instead."
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Chapter 6
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Captain  (Levi Ackerman X reader)
WC: 3526
tw: attempt of SA, murder, blood.. strong language.
Two comrades; humanity’s Strongest and humanity’s Bravest. A bond between Two warriors who have nothing to lose.
MASTERLIST
Chapter 5 — chapter 7
A/N : I just want to give a fair warning, this chapter does contain strong themes of SA. I know that this is a very sensitive topic and so I will put "***" before the part of the chapter starts and where it ends Just incase, and if you'd like a small edited chapter without much details please let me know and I'll post it up! and if y'all ever need anyone to talk to.. I'm here <3
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A few weeks have passed and you and Levi have begun to develop a stronger bond. Well that is more petty arguments more than anything.
“ You know, I much prefer it when you spoke less.” Levi hisses at you as he bends down to clean under the kitchen counter. Both you and Levi were on cleaning duty, and he had his ridiculous head bandana and another one covering his mouth, as he dusted. 
“ Fine, then I won't speak.” You chirp as you scrub the floor. You didn’t like cleaning but it did bring you some sense of peace at times. While you’re scrubbing you look back to see Levi really going for it with the counter. Such a clean freak. 
You slowly dip your hand into the water bucket and look at Levi to see if he notices you, but he hasn’t. In fact he’s too busy dusting off the corners. With your chances you flick water at him, the small water droplets land on his back and soak into his cotton shirt. 
“ y/n, Did. You. Just. Throw. Water. At me?” He speaks in a stern voice. He has stopped cleaning and just stares at the rag he was using before turning to you. Levi hated dirty things, and above all he hated being dirty.
You stay silent because he did say he preferred when you spoke less.. you act like you didn’t do what you just did and act clueless. You look at him and frown your eyebrows and look around like there’s others and then point at yourself, as if to say ‘ are you talking to me?”
“ don’t get smart with me, speak.” He keeps his intense eye contact towards you. Not batting an eyelash. 
You throw your hands up and shake your head in a way to say you didn’t do it. You then turn back towards your floor and finish scrubbing, and when you go to dunk your scrubbing rag into the bucket Levi grabs your wrist in his callous hands. Once in his grip he pulls your wrist towards him, which causes you to go forward with the tug. Which ends up leaving both you and Levi face to face. 
Over the past weeks you hated to admit but you did form a small crush on Levi. He has never failed to make you blush or leave you speechless. Like the other day you had walked into the dinning hall to join everyone for dinner and as you approached your table of friends, Levi pulled out your chair for you in front of everyone.. It was a small act but you were red in the face. The day after that incident, you were getting out of training when Levi approached you.
“ Hm, looks like your pretty lips had some fun, who was the lucky person?.” Levi walks besides you.
“ What? No I have never! I–It was Amane, she hit me with her gear and..” you try to explain yourself too stunned on why he would think you did anything with someone with your lips.
“ Calm yourself y/n,” he extends his hand and rubs his thumb against your lower lip wiping away the blood that spilled from your small cut lip. “ and that’s good to know, I’ll keep that in mind.” he laughs walking away from you. You stood there in complete shock, lifting your hand over your lips that he just touched. How stupid could you be, of course he was being sarcastic, and didn’t mean it literally. He probably thinks you're so lame now.. Never kissed anyone, how pathetic.
Right now he just stares at you with not much facial expression but his eyes switch from back and forth between your eyes and lips. You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, the heat creeping onto your cheeks. Here comes that heart pounding, nerve racking feeling again.. 
“ C’mon hot cheeks, cat got your tongue?” He mocks you a bit and pulls you in closer. 
Just as you’re about to try to respond back Hanji walks into the room, causing you to pull away from Levi like the speed of light. 
“ Oh am I interrupting?” Hanji asks from the doorway. 
“Not at all, I was just asking Y/n if she threw water at me, but it seems like someone forgot how to speak.” Levi get’s off from the ground and turns completely to Hanji.  Wait why is he acting so calmly.. 
“ Oh! Well Commander Erwin is requesting you Levi in his office.”
“ Is that so, well I guess I better be going then.” Levi turns back to you, where you’re still on the floor and trying to avoid his eye contact.He will not see you in this shocked state, is what you think to yourself. He then leaves out the door leaving you and Hanji alone in the room. You turn back to your cleaning trying to avoid any questions but Hanji has a list of them.
“ So was I really interrupting? Wait, are you and Levi a thing… Is he always intense or does he treat you differently? Oh your cheeks are turning even more red! OH SOMETHING HAS TO BE GOING ON!” Hanji speaks excitedly, as she tries to see your face, but you try to hide away but you’re in no match when it comes to her curiosity. 
“ n-n–no , he just– I did throw water at him, so he was just asking me.” 
“ Then why are you blushing so much? Unless.. Wait, do you like him.. Does he not like you back? Does he know about how you feel?”
“ I.. no.. um..”  You struggle to answer her and just turn back to scrubbing the floor. Hanji leaves you to finish cleaning but that is before she tells you, “ just so you know you’re a looker, if you want to see if he likes you back, just see if he gets jealous. He’s a man, and men are very territorial.”
Once you were done cleaning the whole room , you walk down the hallways during the day and completing any other tasks asked. But not once have you seen Levi, probably still with Commander Erwin. Dinner time was already approaching and you were on your way to get ready to start eating but in the process you bump into Conner. He was one of the new recruits and he’s been rather too friendly for your liking…
“ Hello, y/n you’re looking rather beautiful as always.”
“ Thank you.”
You plan to walk past him but he pushes you against the wall and traps you between his arms. You look at him in shock, stopping yourself from reacting too quickly. 
“ You know, when someone gives you a compliment you should be a little nicer. So what do you say, maybe a kiss to the cheek as a thank you?” He goes to brush your hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear, but you slap his hand away and try to get out of his grip.
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“ Get your hands off of me!” you raise your voice as you try to push him away, but he grabs the hand you used to push him away and flips you and pushes your body against the wall. He kicks your legs apart to separate them so that you can't kick him as easily, and holds both your hands behind your back.  “ Don’t fight me, it will be easier for you.” He speaks against your ear, but it was his words that throw you back to a time you wished you could forget. 
*FLASHBACK*
“ Don’t fight me, it will be easier for you.” The man who had you cornered speaks. As always he wore his sinister smile and reeked of beer. It was like this man was on the hunt for you, no matter how many times you left the prostitution house he always found you, always hurt you.
“ Please, I said leave me!” You cry out too tired, how could this disgusting older man time and time again try to hurt you, even after you never let him win. 
“ Listen here princess, You know what i want, let’s make it simple and get on with it.” He approaches you. You clench the knife you had behind your back waiting for the best time to use it. He slowly crotches down and crawls towards you, and moves his dirty finger tips against your ankle. And pulling you towards him, causing you to fall falt against the ground. You continue to try your best and hide the knife behind your back so that he doesn’t see it. 
“ Look at that, it only took me a couple dozen times to finally get you. See this will soon be over and done with.” He laughs as he begins to lift your skirt up and position himself between your legs, he  unbuckle the belt around his waist and just as he’s about to pull your undergarments off you pull the knife out and aim for his clavicle area. 
The man before you screams in pain and reaches for his wound, this gives you time to go for his other side and abdomen area. He begins screaming profanities towards you but you take this moment to kick him off of you. 
“ I Will Kill you! I Will KILL YOU!” You scream from the top of your lungs tabbing multiple times over his abdomen. You do end up stopping when you hear someone scream from down the ally way. The underground was already a dangerous place to live in, but more so for a woman.. You knew you didn’t have the strength nor power to deal with more than one person, so with that you Got up and ran as far as you could away from the other men.. You couldn’t risk getting caught killing a man.. Let alone being stuck around more men who would want to hurt you..
*END OF FLASHBACK*
“ Look how easy this is, i wasn’t trying to hurt you princess.” Conner speaks up again bringing you back to your current situation. 
“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME!” you scream at the top of your lungs, You begin trying to pull away and thrush around in his grip trying to get free. You try to throw your head back to hit his head, but he goes and uses his other hand to throw your head back against the stone wall. Your head bangs really hard against the wall, and you could have sworn you saw stars.  
“ Stop being so loud!” He whisper shouts against your ear trying to keep you in place. You struggle a bit longer until you realize there’s no getting out of this.. Your flat against the wall, arms and legs pushed and pulled too far back and apart. Mobility is at zero.. 
“ Given up? Well lucky me, looks like i win the bet.” he laughs, removing his hands from against your head to go for his pants. That is when you go and throw your head back one last time while he’s off guard. He’s thrown off balance and thats when the loosens his grip around your wrists and you pull them apart and push yourself off the wall.You take this moment to make some distance between you and him and you go for a high kick across his face to knock him to the gound. 
“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME!” You scream again punching him completely to the ground, his head lands hard against the floor and you’re pretty sure you heard his skull crack. But that doesn’t stop you from going on top of him and throwing blow after blow at him.
“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME, AND I’LL KILL YOU IF I HAVE TOO!” 
Another punch to his face,
“ I’LL KILL YOU!” 
Another punch.
“ I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU!”  You shout at the unconscious boy in front of you with tears streaming down your face. You hear a couple of running footsteps coming towards your direction and they come to a halt. 
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“ Y/N WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!” You hear the voice of Levi who lifts you off of the body and pulls you away. 
“ GET OFF OF ME!” you scream, out of reaction and pull away and attempt to crawl away, but Levi goes again and wraps his arms tightly around you, this time preventing you from escaping.
“Please, let me go! LET ME GO! WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP TOUCHING ME! PLEASE GET OFF OF ME!” You shout with more tears streaming down your face, as you feel every hurt and infliction you have felt your whole life fall on you. 
“ Y/n, look at me, I wont hurt you okay, but you need to calm down and tell me what happened. He was touching you, what do you mean he was touching you?” Levi tries to counsel you but the lack of emotion in his voice only triggers you even more.
“ please, please don’t hurt me! Just let me go!” you try to pull away from him again but he only tightens his grip around you. At this you just give up and just cry, once he hears your broken cries he slowly positions himself on the floor and loosens his grip around you to instead just give you a tight hug. 
“ Y/n… please just tell me what happened.” 
“ He– I… He said I shouldn’t fight him, but he–He had me against the wall! I-I tried to get away, but he just–Just pushed me and he was trying to remove his pants! I told him to get off! I told him to get off! And he said He won the bet, I don't know what he meant.. I told him to get off!” You struggle to speak and explain the situation but Levi doesn’t need you to explain any further.. He was seeing red, his ears were ringing… He looked over at where the man you were beating was. He was black and blue, not an inch of his face gone undamaged… 
“ Hanji, please take Y/n to clean up and check her for any wounds.” Levi instructs Hanji and she’s already on it. She whispers softly asking you to come with her and to let go of Levi. You yourself hadn’t realized the death grip you had on his shirt. You pull yourself away and grab onto Hanji who extends her arm to help guide you away from the scene. 
Levi looks back at the man on the floor before turning to Commander Erwin, “ Commander Erwin, I will deal with this myself.”
“ I did make you captain, do as you deem necessary Captain Levi.” I’ll begin the processing of his papers in the meantime, who is he?”
“ Conner Liker, Cadet corps 98.” 
“ Very well, I leave the rest to you.” Erwin nods and walks away, there is a crowd that surrounds the scene with mutters of “ he made him captain.” “ captain?” 
Levi shakes off the comments and begins instructing people around, 
“ You two, Take him to a cell. And the rest of you, clean up this damn mess.”
All that he could think of was how to murder this man, and Just how no one heard them. He takes a couple of walks around to calm down before he goes to check on you. To think he was moments away from coming to find you and tell you about Erwin making him captain. Just to find you covered in that guy’s blood with your knuckles raw to the bone and tears streaming down your face. When he finally comes himself down he looks to find you and Hanji but she’s already walking out of the room. 
“ How is she?”
“ By the looks of it, she took some major blows to her head.. She’s coming in and out of consciousness, and we have Petra who’s trying to keep her awake.. But I’m not sure if she can last any longer up.. We tried bringing light to her eyes to check for pupil dilation but she isn’t responding, I say she’s suffering from a major concussion. Besides that, there aren’t any other major wounds.. Besides the major bruising around her writs and the damage to her knuckles, she said there was a bet.. Did you find out?” Hanji asks. 
“ No I haven't gone and spoken to him, I’m going to wait till he’s up, no point in torturing him if he’s out of it… Do you mind pulling Petra out, I'd like to talk to Y/n alone.” 
“ Yes of course Levi, follow me.”
Levi follows Hanji into the room that you were in, both Hanji and Petra leave you be. 
“ How are you feeling?” Levi asks not even sure what to expect, will you start screaming at him to leave, cry, not speak at all..
But you don’t speak at all, instead you turn to your side and give him your back. Your head was pounding as it is, your heart still racing.. And all you wanted to do was cry, and cry, and cry. This is why you never sleep, this is why you don’t talk, and this is why you never trust anyone. 
“ Y/n.. talk to me.” 
You hear his small plead, but you still stay in your position and let the tears that once brimmed your eyes fall down your cheeks. All you could think was how you were stupid enough to think you were even safe here.. To even think you let him get that far. You’re stupid, stupid, stupid little girl. 
“It isn’t your fault, if I had known.. I knew he was too friendly, I- I should have seen it, the signs…”
“ No it's my fault, it’s my fault! If I were more alert, had I just not even said hello to him! And he.. He.. tried to! And I almost.. and what if he.. I was so weak in comparison, if he hadn’t removed his hand from my head I wouldn’t have.. what if others joined him.. he said it was a bet.. a bet. I— others want to do this to me.. why do they want to hurt me..” You cry to yourself curling into a small ball.  
“ Y/n, it’s Not your fault, you did nothing! None of this is your fault-“ he tries to reach for your but you jump from the contact itself. 
"Do. Not. touch me… Just leave.”
“ Y/n-“
“LEVI I SAID LEAVE! please just leave, why won’t anyone listen to me.” Your shout turns to a small whisper to yourself in the end. Levi had never seen you like this… just hearing your voice and your reaction to his touch just raised the anger in him. He was back to seeing red, and hearing his heart pounds in his ear, Conner is going to regret this.
Levi leaves from his spot but bids you a small goodbye, and in return all he heard were you small cries and shaky breaths. Levi is wasting no time to reach his destination, as he walks toward the Cell.
Once he reaches the destination, he opens the cell door and walks in, Conner lifts his hanging head up to see who it was. 
“ about time you woke up.” Levi walks towards person, Conner doesn't speak or say a word..
“ So mind telling me what this bet was about before I beat it out of you?” 
“Noth-“
*punch*
“ I guess *punch* I didn’t *punch* make myself clear *punch* what was the bet about”
“ It was a stupid joke!” 
“ no the only thing stupid here is you, so answer the damn question before I beat it out of you”
“ I wasn’t the only one involved okay!”
“ keep staying the obvious and I’ll start pulling out your nails, one by one, what was the bet about and WHO ELSE was part of this”
Conner just sits in silence refusing to answer the question.. Levi scoffs knowing the response, he walks out of the cell to go grab the pliers. Hell be using. 
Pathetic, he would rather stay quiet than speak up, not like him staying quiet will benefit him in the end. Levi thinks to himself. 
When levi comes back to the cell all he sees is you standing over Conner. The knife in your hand is covered in blood. He looks down to see a pool of blood creating a stream in his direction. 
“ y/n… what did you do”
“ I told him I’ll kill him, I never break promises.” You walk away from the dead body and pass Levi without a second word. 
He watches you walk away like you did nothing, like what you had done was normal to you, no second thoughts, no hesitation.. 
You walked back to where you were told to stay and in your journey back, you passed by many of your fellow members.. Whispers can be heard, mutters of “ is that blood?” You paid no mind to them, i mean how could you.. You just killed a man.. Their life, their blood was on your hands.. On your shaky hands, on your conscience.. And the memory is forever in your head.  And like many years ago, you remembered why you never spoke a word. 
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kirayaykimura · 6 months
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Tiding Over
I don't think you need to read in every lifetime, but this is set in the same, vague universe. Quick primer in case it's not clear in the fic itself: Shirayuki and Obi remember past lives.
Back before it was a cliche, Obi had once made Shirayuki an offer: if they were both still single by the time she was 30, he would marry her. She’d died at 29. Obi had never offered again. 
This wasn’t to say that he stopped trying. There was the time he’d brought her a box of sweets tied with a red ribbon - a local custom that signified an intent to court. Just to make her life easier, he’d promised. He’d known about her thing with Zen and had completely respected it. The courting gesture was there to keep everyone away. If they thought he was serious about marrying her, the other nosy townsfolk might stop setting her up with their sons and nephews. If there was a mild, tiny sliver of hope that she might some day settle for him, no one could prove it. She’d told him to not bother with that sort of thing again; she could handle the matchmaking herself. He should save his coins for girls he actually liked. 
With the distressing privilege of hindsight, he realizes there is something of a pattern here. He tentatively offers up the in vogue gesture of romantic interest for the era - a carved wooden spoon, sticky rice around two red chopsticks, camping (because the Puritans loved being miserable) - and watches as she gently dismisses them. Lather, rinse, repeat. 
The only thing stopping him from bringing it up to apologize and making them both face this thing he’s had for her for centuries is the fact that he’s fairly certain she has never realized the offerings for what they are. That’s not the type of person she is. She’s direct and kind; she wouldn’t leave him dangling because it’s easier than rejecting him outright, nor would she play dumb.
This theory is all but confirmed when he walks in on her being hit on by some frat bro. He misses what the boy originally asks, but he hears Shirayuki say, “Sure, I’ll see if anyone else is free,” as he slips into the lab she’s practically lived in all semester. Apparently he isn’t the only one attempting to lure her away from work. 
Her back is turned to Obi and the boy next to her is completely focused on her, so neither of them notice they’re no longer alone. Which means Obi has the distinct pleasure of hearing the boy say, “I thought it could just be us,” and hearing Shirayuki reply, “Why?” 
The boy must have caught some movement out of the corner of his eye because, instead of answering, he turned to face Obi. 
“Hey,” Obi says with a jaunty wave. “Who’s your new friend, Miss?” 
Shirayuki whips around like she’s excited to see him, notebook forgotten on the work station, and he knows for a fact now that it will never get old watching her look happy to see him. She calls out his name in greeting, and he thinks about how no one has ever said his name quite so well because he’s allowed to be pathetic in his own mind. 
The frat bro says, “Oh,” and then leaves with barely a goodbye. 
“Okay,” Shirayuki says, visibly confused by the abrupt turn of events. “Are we still on for Friday?” 
The boy walks faster. 
“Friday?” Obi asks once he’s gone. 
“He said he wanted to get dinner, but he just left while we were making plans.” 
Obi stifles a laugh and says, “A dinner he wanted to do alone while you wanted to make a group thing?” 
Despite the emphasis on the word alone, it still takes her a moment to connect the dots. Once she does, her eyes widen slightly before the confusion settles back in. Again, she asks, “Why?” 
“Yes, why would a boy not have a crush on a beautiful young woman?” 
“I’m not young.” 
“And yet, you don’t look a day over 900.” 
She gives him a stern look that is rendered essentially useless by the way the corners of her lips tick upward. Instead of giving her a chance to fight him on how at least a third of the school’s population is deeply in love with her at the moment, he tosses her an apple that she just barely manages to catch. 
“Come on,” he says. “I’m dragging you away for Yuzuri’s art show.” 
“She asked us not to come to that.” 
“Which is exactly why we’re going.” 
She holds out for about three seconds before she says, “If you’re sure she won’t mind.” 
“She’ll love it. Now, come on. If we hurry, we can grab something to eat before we go.” 
Shirayuki glances down at the apple she did not ask for and holds it out to him. 
“That’s all yours. To tide you over. You didn’t eat lunch, right?” 
Shirayuki’s stomach growls in answer. 
“Thanks,” she says before taking a bite. 
This time, he doesn’t doubt her obliviousness to his courting gesture. The apple is wildly outdated, was popular on a completely different continent, and his presentation is slightly different than tradition dictates, but that’s okay. She doesn’t have to get it. If she doesn’t realize what he’s doing, he can keep using the gestures as a sort of pressure release for himself. He gets to love her quietly. And that’s enough.
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blacksupremacy86 · 8 months
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Con-El Glasses
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Clark Kent helps himself trying to get home after he escapes the end of his last battle in to the alley way. He makes it half his body is slamming in to the wall sliding down to the ground. He hits his head hard he heavily bludgeoning it today.
He turns his back to the wall sliding till he is facing the other wall the pain I searing in to his body. His mind is taken swiftly upward as is his gaze all he see the bright blue sky hitting the sunlight healing him but blocking his vision.
Be attempt to rise using his hands to push him up propping on to the wall holding on to it. He suddenly spits a shocking object on the wall shaking a bit he is compelled to freeze and not move except to bend down and pick it up.
Picking it up he can’t help himself moving in to the bridge of his nose placing it on as it is instantly glowing. The tint of the glass shine out blinding it flashes hitting him in to his pupil and iris. Stopping cold he feels the wall on his back he loses his mind whirling out of control.
The spiral spins out of control creating a tint solid multicolored covering the glasses in a glaze. Clark’s mind is ensnared with a long rope wrapping over it tightly wound it settles in beautiful. A sweet smile crept over his hot and cute flushed face with beats of raging red as well.
In his mind a portal opens as he slips in to an another realm with windows opening up to him the wild world calls him go to run him back. The reality of his past transgressions fighting all of his villains, even some of his allies as well, and he can feel something off at the pit of his stomach.
The heavy hitter hits the globe phasing on to the main roof of his work splits half way open landing on his desk at The Daily Planet In one fell swoop. He swivels in his chair as if it it normal to tap his lap top on another spiral appears before him. He is lost at sea while his mind drifts ashore.
“Your name is Clark Kent Aka Superman the Man Of Steel. The big man on campus of all the Superhero’s. You have been living many lies over the years about who and what you are. Nobody on this planet matters more to me then you and you me naturally my pal.”I swear to him.
“Your mind swirls floating in to the sky like if my voice, mind and body are a sound of an ethereal angel.” I say he can’t ever try to look away from the screen unless I want to command him to do and he moves like a puppet at my instructions his free will fades in to time.
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“I am Superman the man of steel a puppet of the Master Lawrence ruler of this world My God.”
“My body is a total instrument of your will so you can own me in all ways to surrender to his will.”
“Sir Yes Master Lawrence guide me by fully embedding me in to your universe that is all that matters control my body in every way that counts.”
“Yes Master, I memorized the address my Oh! Master.”
“Wild! What did you expect ?”
“I am on my immediately.”
“Up, up and away”
“Something is changing in me.”
“I feel free.”
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“Flying feels some unique now life if I am at something new.”
“Am I even on earth?”
“Am I switching dimensions?”
“In a parallel world “
“Jumping time lines “
“I don’t care “
“What is happening to me?”
“Nothing can stop me”
“No more holding back “
“I will burn down the world “
“Cause a fiery hell”
“Master will rule the world “
“Mwahahahahaha “
“This is the a galactic journey “
“I am on a new level “
“One punch I can crush your heart “
“No one is safe from me”
“All for Master Lawrence “
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“Where the hell am I?”
“Exactly! Where are you ?”
“Not on earth!”
“Who? Who are you ?”
“Master Lawrence “
“Oh God! My cock “
“Big boi! You know don’t you “
“I am at your mercy “
“When did it happen? I have no idea “
“Do I care ? I don’t give a fuck”
“It’s like bell wrung”
“In my mind and all switched “
“You know your place “
“At your feet”
“My pathetic white bitch ass”
“I will torch the universe”
“Open my legs “
“Usurp your ownership over everything and everyone.”
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potionpeddlerpatchy · 9 months
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The Patchy × Bakugou agenda is on the lunch menu for me today. Because I'm an instigator.
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Thinking about the way Bakugou loiters when he’s ready to go to bed, but you aren’t biting yet. Maybe you’re writing, still, curled up on the couch. Or maybe you’re watching a movie that he chose not to, because he’s “tired," and let’s face it, hoped that if he said no and went to bed, you might just follow along (which you didn’t lol.) It’s so pathetic and romantic how bf!Bakugou just really doesn’t want to go to bed without you, ever. And he’s so pouty when he’s sleepy, slowly getting needier as the minutes pass.
This giant, formidable-to-the-public man, pacing in and out of the living room like a toddler waiting for his treat; peering at you from over his shoulder to see if you’re looking back (which you’re not lol.) You know exactly what’s happening. He’s just upset that you didn’t feed into his plan. You didn’t want to go to bed yet! And if he does, he can go without you. Right? But Bakugou isn’t one to give up.
So, it goes on like that, for like fifteen minutes. Him, trying to get your attention, walking in and out of the kitchen several times, and returning with nothing. Moving things around. Mumbling. Each time he emerges from your shared bedroom, shuffling his feet, you can feel him watching your face for a reaction, and stifle your silent giggle until he’s walked too far past you to see.
“Katsuki?” Your peer over the top of your laptop screen, the corner of your mouth pulled up.
“What, woman?” But there’s very little audible complaint. His grumble sounds hopeful, even.
“Thought you said you were going to bed? 30 minutes ago?”
He huffs, blushing in the light of the fridge door that he swings shut, again, without retrieving anything.
“Whatever.”
He doesn’t admit to what he’s waiting for. And when you don’t offer it, he stalks off into the bedroom, louder and more purposeful than the times before.
It’s not until another 15 minutes later that you hear the creak of door hinges, and the soft thudding of your giant boyfriend who stops underneath the archway, pillow clutched to his chest, and a miserable look on his face.  
“Hey, brat,” he grumbles, “could you stop torturing me now?”
“It’s not my fault you can’t sleep without me, Katsuki” The way you hang onto the ‘s’ for just a second, playfully, does it in for him.
“Shuddup,” he growls, tuning out your complaints as he comes to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you to bed. “Stop yer whinin’.”
Even in his tired state, he's grinning wickedly at how cute your soft little hands feel beating at his massively muscled shoulder. You plead a case that falls on selfish ears.
Once he’s finally got you tucked underneath him, squirming helplessly with your limbs half-heartedly pinned down by his own, all is right again in the world for Bakugou Katsuki. Your stubborn, insolent, sleepy baby of a boyfriend who nips and coos at you in attempt to pacify your ongoing complaints.
“You know I can’t sleep this early in this heat, Katsu!” Your voice has softened slightly from its playful edge. He can feel the win coming. You press your thighs together, and every now and then, amidst your adorable display of struggle, let your hips buck into his. 
“I’ll put yah to sleep, darlin’, don’t worry.”
shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up
Stop enabling my frustrating crush on him Gracie! 😠 I don't like that I like him and you keep putting him in these endearing situations and it ain't HELPING! 😠
But no.... you are correct. It would take a long while before Bakugou even gets used to sleeping next to someone, he so finely tuned his sleep that adding some lent itself to weeks of adjustment. But now that he's used to it it's a fair assumption that he can't get any sleep without his partner as a teddy bear.
And no, he will not compromise. 😒
You could relent and start going to bed at 8:00 pm like the loser he is and snuggle with him, on your phone as he pins you to the mattress to use you as a pillow. But the man will start to get grumpy cause the light of your phone makes it hard for him to sleep! He'll complain and tell you to 'turn that shit off, it's not good for your eyes!' as a way to try and make it seem like it's for YOUR benefit which maybe but shush not the point
And god forbid you sass him! Telling him that it's too early for you to sleep, and that he's lucky that he even has you in bed right now! He'll take your phone and keep it in his hand under the pillow. You can try and fight him, to take it out of his grip, but no dice.
And no matter what, any fight you put up will result in his libido going because he's such a hound dog. So yes. He will tire you out one way or another and I hate it so much 😒
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ffxivtribehydrae · 6 months
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#16 Jerk
For FFxIvWrite2023 Characters: Dubus Warnings: Hinted suicide attempt
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”Lily…”
Dubus’ voice was just an exhale, an unplanned greeting that left him suddenly. Regret, guilt, and sorrow dulled his normally so very vibrant appearance, dampened the confident glint in his eyes, and weighed down his shoulders.
“Do -not- call me that,” the Hyuran lady had lifted her hand instantly to stop him from speaking further. Pain, or was it distaste, had contorted her expression for just the blink of an eye at the sight of the man, enough time to avert her gaze to collect her mind enough to face her old flame, “It is Lillian.”
A dip of his head was the understanding apology he gave the young woman. Her blond hair was longer now, so tidily tied up compared to the loose locks she had all those years ago. “I see you still practice conjury… That’s good to see, you had a gift for it.” Dubus attempted to lighten the mood with a smile, but when it wasn’t returned, it quickly faded.
“If you are trying to tell me something Dubus, just say it,” she sighed, tone serious and urging for him to get to the point. Gone was the sweet, gentle voice he remembered her speaking with, gone was that innocent smile and eyes full of wrong placed admiration- and affection.
For just a moment Dubus wondered why Nhaama had decided for him to bump into this person out of all possible people in motion around the Gridanian market. Perhaps to punish him, remind him of mistakes he committed, things he broke never to be able to fix. “I…” The only words he could think of saying at her request had already been uttered over and over the last time they spoke. What else was there to say besides another pathetic ‘I’m sorry’; It would not erase the scars on her heart, give back the innocence he convinced her to hand over, and neither would it undo the marks snaking around her neck, peeking over the collar of her attire. “I’m just glad to see you well.”
Lillian shut her eyes and inhaled deep, clearly displeased with his choice of words. “Are you really, or are you just feeling regret over what happened?” her words managed to cause the tall Xaela to look even more defeated than he already did, crushing whatever optimism he still had about this chanced encounter turn to a good outcome. “Dubus, I know you did not intend to hurt me the way you did, I was naïve to not understand we saw things differently and I… I took a rash decision. I gave you everything, everything I could possibly give; I fell for your theatrics and honeyed words, believing there to be something special in the moments we shared…”
 While she spoke, Dubus had lowered his head, eyes shut in reflection to both her words and his past behavior. The days when he’d spout any phrase without knowing their true meaning, anything just for a moment of fun, when he had full belief it was all just a game, flirting, dating, coupling… The day he realized his actions had brought someone to the end of their rope- at the literal end of a rope. “I am sorry…” the murmur left a bad taste in his mouth. How could such simple words ever make up for his idiocy.
“I will never forgive you,” she stated plainly, it was an unchanging fact, “I believe in your regret, but what you did to me is done and I have moved on, with what I was left with.” A pause and her features softened, she had truly felt special back then with him, but how foolish she had been, “I pray no other girl has fallen for your tricks again since then. Though sometimes I wondered how many others you had hurt, before me…” She studied him then, for a brief moment their eyes met. What she had seen brought her some contentment; she could lift her head high as she began walking past the heartbreaker. “We have nothing to share with one another anymore. I wish you well, despite everything. Farewell, Dubus.”
He had no more words to say when she left. He’d promised himself she was the last heart he’d break, the last one he’d lie to for a good night, last to hear him say ‘I love you’. It wasn’t fun, recalling your days gone and what a jerk you’d been.
Perhaps he still is.
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blackparaderunner · 2 years
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Morgott X gender neutral reader with some Mohg spice
(Written for @elden-shame to help feed their cravings)
(Part 1 of ?)
You'd never wanted to fight Morgott from the moment you'd seen him. He was too tall, too intimidating and built like a brick fucking house. You could tell that his hands could crush you like an overripe melon in seconds.
And yet for the first few months that's all that would happen. No matter how hard you tried to get around him and into the castle he was just there. Pushing you off ledges, knocking you down the stairs with his stick and even once just stepping on you. Each time he'd call you pathetic for not drawing your weapon and fighting back. Each time you'd see his face outlined with an ever growing darkness before everything faded and you'd awaken just outside.
It was depressing. Just how every time you could get a little further before hearing his voice and knowing the end was coming. But this time was different. This time he had you suspended by one of his strong hands over the edge of the crumbling bridge as the wind whipped around your ankles trying to wrench you free.
"Foul tresspasser. Time and time again ye have attempted to cross this bridge to the castle beyond. Each time to be stopped by your betters." He seemed to sigh as if this game between the two of you had grown tiresome. "Time and time again ye continue to return like the rats when the cat is not looking. Is that what you are little pest? A rat come to feast upon the refuse of a tired lord and his decaying castle?"
You swallowed hard and clung to his hairy hand like a lifeline. You didn't want to fall, not again, just to wake up outside all over again. "No disrespect sir but if you'd notice I have no weapons to my name. This whole time I've been trying to find shelter and maybe some sanctuary in the castle beyond. Have you seen the lands and the beasts who walk upon it? Surely you can tell just by looking at me that I'd last no longer out there than I do in here."
Morgott looked at you as if you'd suddenly turned into something vile. Eyes narrowing and lips puckered you were sure he'd do more than just drop you this time. But it was to be expected. What were you besides an annoying pest biting at his ankles to get past?
"This castle belongs to Godrick the grafted. All ye will find inside is death. If ye are lucky ye might keep all your appendages but when have ye ever been lucky?" He tossed you down onto the bridge as if you'd soiled his hand. Flexing it and staring at his fingers he seemed lost in thought for a moment. "Ye will never pass these ramparts nor set foot inside the castle alive. Turn back while mercy is shown to ye."
You couldn't go back out there. To the mass of guards and wolves falling from the skies. Dropping to your knees you figured if all else failed you could beg. Worst that could happen is he stepped on you again.
"Please sir." You began as you searched for the words. "If these towers are empty I'd gladly live within them. Let me hide in the cellars with the rats and the dark if you must. Just please..."
"Enough." His voice boomed as if you'd offended him. Looking up you saw the pathetic way he stared at you as if realizing what kind of being you truely were. "If ye want to live and die in the towers than so be it." Grabbing you by the scruff you found yourself drug to the highest platform. Dropped like a bag of potatoes he just ignored you to return to his place overlooking the bridge from above.
And that is how you spent the next several months surviving. Rainwater and scraps he brought you were all that kept you going. He hardly spoke but would amswer your questions if pressed enough. It was as if you'd become a part of his routine without knowing it. Sure when he jumped down to fight other tarnished you'd cry out as the force would attempt to pull you dowm after him, but everytime you would be the only survivor of his attacks.
Time seemed to speed up as soon the season of falling petal like leaves covered the lands from the Erdtree. Usually around this time people would gather in their crops and prepare for the coming winter. The nights grew colder and far too often you could see your breath once the sun went down.
You asked for a blanket exactly once. Morgott mumbled something under his breath but gave you no defining answer. The next morning you awoke to a plush comforter wrapped around you carefully. As if he'd been afraid to wake you up during the night. Of course he'd never actually be that gentle with you. Right?
Day in and day out you watched him fight and win against countless tarnished who would come trying to pass into the castle. He'd told you that grace was leading them here to die. That their path to the elden ring was a suicidal endeavor. And yet there never seemed to be an end to them.
After one particularly rough fight you had seen to wrapping his arm to stop the bleeding. He, of course, merely watched as if you were doing something unneeded. Once finished you just hunkered down in your blanket before an extra warmth wrapped around you. His tail was now curled around you like a snake. As if he were silently putting worth upon you after so many months of companionship.
And so it would go until the days melted together. When it would rain he'd shelter you under his arm. Which wasn't quite pleasant as the smell of wet fur clung to you for days afterwards. When it snowed you'd be wrapped in his tail for warmth. One day the winds whipped past you like hungry beasts and he'd kept hold of you as if to keep you to himself. Never once giving you the answers you needed.
"What am I to you?" Finally after one night of particularly rought fights and countless bandages later. You never expected an answer; why would he give you one?
"Ye have become a flea in mine fur." His voice rumbled in the dark. "Embedding yourself deep and bleeding me of my very wits." You could see him watching you out of the corner of his eye.
"Are you saying it's time to be rid of me?" The thought of leaving the ramparts to wander the lands terrified you. After so long of comfort and protection you couldn't imagine being alone again.
"Did I say anything about tossing ye back to the wolves?" Voice stern it was obvious you'd offended him. Maybe he expected you to know more about this silent bond between the both of you?
"Please don't. It's getting colder and your tail is so warm." You began before one large hand silenced you. Grabbing you by your scruff he lifted you until your noses nearly touched. His breath was warm on your face and smelled faintly of the honeyed beer he drank.
"Ye believe mine tail a commodity? Something offered to all who ask?"
"No sir. Merely have grown attached..." You began before he dropped you at his feet. With a mighty sigh the appendage was wrapped around you once more.
"Thoughtless tarnished. Blind to everything around ye." His voice rumbled, softer, as if he'd written you off as being some foolish child. "Ye won't be leaving my side anytime soon. So prepare for the seasons for they will be many and we will face them together."
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blurglesmurfklaine · 1 year
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Stick Season (5/14)
Summary: After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.
Tropes/Genres: Angst, Reconciliation, Grief, Alcoholism, Mentions of Major Character Death
Track 5: Come Over // Day 5: You’re The Best Thing
Words: 632
A/N: Can I offer y'all some fluff in these trying times?
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“Kurt! The guy you’ve got a big fat stupid crush on is here!”
“Oh, my god, shut up, Finn!”
As Kurt trots down the stairs, his brother gives him a sly smirk. 
“You’re the one who invited him over, anyway,” Kurt scoffs, stepping to the circular mirror in the doorway to check his reflection.”
“Yeah, because it was getting pretty pathetic watching you pine over the new kid every time he sang a solo in glee club.”
“You are so annoying. I am not pining.”
“Right, so you’re fixing your hair because you totally don’t care what he thinks about you.”
Kurt freezes for a moment before tossing Finn a sharp glare. “Shut up,” he mutters, as the latter opens the door for their guest.
“Blaine, my man!” Finn calls out, greeting the newest member of the New Directions with a hi-five and brotherly hug. “How’s it going?”
“Great! I’m so excited, I can’t believe they’re showing A New Hope at the theaters again, after all these years! Thanks for the ticket, by the way, I really appreciate it.”
Finn gives a grimace that Kurt can tell is facetious. “Yeeeeah, about that…”
Blaine looks like a kicked puppy already, and Finn hasn’t even finished explaining. Kurt has to stop himself from letting out an audible “Aw,” at Blaine’s expression.
“I forgot that Rachel’s dads invited me to a wine tasting over in Westerville, some sort of fancy pants thing that happens once a year.”
“Oh, okay,” Blaine mumbles sadly. Kurt furrows his eyebrows. In no world does Finn Hudson opt for a wine tasting over a Star Wars showing.
“But!” Finn continues, “The tickets are already paid for and everything, so… why don’t you go with Kurt?”
Kurt’s stomach drops at the veil of invisibility being torn from him, and he straightens his posture as Blaine turns to him, amber eyes lighting up.
“Kurt loves Star Wars.”
“That’s a bold faced lie.” Kurt corrects him, face heating up.
“Okay, yeah, but you like cute single guys, so,”
“Finn!” Kurt buries his hands in his face as Finn heads out the door. “You are the worst!”
“You love me,” he says with a cocky grin as he closes the door behind him. 
“Have fun, you two,” he calls out, leaving the two boys alone in the house.
Blaine chuckles and shakes his head, hands deep in his pockets. “What… just happened?”
“I am so, so sorry,” Kurt apologizes. “That was my idiot brother’s attempt at playing matchmaker. You’d think the family business was matchmaking instead of a tire shop.”
“It doesn’t sound like the worst business model,” Blaine banters.
“The only business I’m in is losing your interest, surely.” 
“Oh, is that so?” 
“Yeah, and I turn a profit every time I stick my foot in my mouth.” 
“Kurt…” Blaine smiles, taking a step forward to grab Kurt’s hand in his. Kurt sucks in a breath at the electricity passing through them. “You’re a terrible businessman.”
Face flushed red, he says, “Well… I suppose this is one of the only instances that’s a compliment.”
“You’re honestly the best thing about Glee club. I mean, its fun, but I like… you.”
For as long as he remembered, Kurt’s fantasized about being somebody people actually wanted. He’s been alone for so long that he wasn’t sure he’d even know how to react when or if it ever actually happened. 
Kurt may not like Star Wars, but he likes Blaine. A lot. 
So,he grabs his coat and his keys. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”
Finn brings him back a bottle of strawberry wine from Westerville (even though Kurt doesn’t even like drinking) as an quasi-apology. When he finally tastes it a few weeks later, lying in bed with Blaine draped over him, though, it's the sweetest thing.
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danddymaro · 2 years
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The Healer| Hanataro Yamada x Reader
 Maybe you want to take this as something more friendly than romantic, either way, Hanataro is with you!
kind and supportive bb right here.
Reader is 3rd Division so we’re gonna talk about Gin my peeps.
Hanataro def. has a crush on the reader.
word count: 2722
The healer
“ Ah ! (f/n)-chan! (f/n)-chan!” A very familiar voice persisted, each word followed by exhausted, huffy breaths that came out in heavy bursts.
Slowly, the young woman turned around to see the indigo-haired young male stumble in her direction with his ever-present, shaky smile being worn as a pleasantry to everyone he came across. 
“Hanataro,” she said with a touch of wonder, surprised to see him, but nonetheless addressing him with a small smile because the surprise didn't mean he wasn't welcome to approach her.
He was always welcomed, always appreciated.
His cheeks turned pink out of exhaustion and undoubtedly his usual fluster as he began to ramble, 
“I saw you walk by and thought hey! you seem like you're not doing anything !" he started, the way he fumbled with his hands drawing her attention to them as she listened to him push through the words with an anxiousness that made him speak before he could think.
 "  And guess what? I'm not doing anything - so wait no!” he said panicking, regretting what he said as he lifted his hands up in defense, shaking them frantically to try and get another do-over on his invitation.
  “No, no, no !” he exclaimed, “- not like you're not important, or don't have anything to do! I know you get real busy! Especially with...with
-   I just figured you're just strolling by," he explained. 
"- So, maybe you're free... F- Free to spend time with me...” he then said quietly, still stumbling over his words as he pointed a finger at himself, the ending bit of it sounding so soft she strained to hear it.
She could only shake her head at his animated way of acting before smiling even greater, the placid expression of kindness she wore morphing into one of elated entertainment, and welcome that was always there for him.
 “Of course Hana," she lightly  giggled, " I have time for you,”  she added with a little huff of amusement. 
‘I always have time for you,’ she thought to herself.
Although the touch of coral that had blossomed over his cheeks persisted, soft relief settled over him, and she mused over how adorable he looked.
- How impossibly sweet he always happened to seem.
The joyful moment was cut short when a searing ache shot through her, coming with a ruthless strike of pain that forced her to stumble.
 She winced, attempting her best to keep the noise down and not alarm her friend, but failed miserably from the start.
Instant worry flooded him, and he expressed it in a horrified glance, 
“(f/n)!” he breathed with concern, reaching for her, but stopping short when she was even quicker to push him away.
"I'm fine!" she said hastily, shooting out her hand before he stepped closer to her, but the action itself only served to pain her more, and her knees nearly buckled.
Pathetically, she hunched over, a suppressed howl of pain held back by her tightly gritted teeth.
- The last thing she wanted was for him to make a big deal. 
Above all things, she hated being fussed over.
He shook his head defiantly, ignoring her and rushing to her side instead, the professional practice he took part in every day taking over.
  "You're not!" He stated, showing assertiveness which diminished as his hand accidentally landed over the wounded area on her side and she cried out in pain yet again, that time unbale to hold it back in time. 
 " You have not healed at all!" he said frantically, wide-eyed as he realized that she hadn't healed yet from her previous injury.
Truthfully, there were still so many people that hadn’t healed since the battle against Aizen.
 "Let me just have a look at you !" he argued, trying to coax her into agreeing by shooting large, blue eyes at her that glimmered with concern.
Through her dark lashes she could see his concerned expression as he desperately held still, waiting for the second she accepted his aid, leaving her no real option but to comply. 
Biting her lip, she then looked away, embarrassed. 
As she swallowed both a wad of spit as well as her pride down her throat, she nodded towards him, complying. 
" You can...” She told him, “But it’s not nessisary, I'm fine, really..." she persisted, trying to make her injury seem less severe even before he could see it.
- And it was because she knew how nasty it looked.
"I’m fine...” she said before hanging her head low to hide her humiliation, grateful that at the very least there wasn’t anyone else around. 
“- can we please go somewhere else first?” the woman asked, and he understood, silently nodding. 
His only concern was the wounds she retained and how he could help. 
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It’s been the first time he was truly alone with her, and while it made him somewhat nervous, it was the idea of being in her home, alone that really set his heart off.
Nothing would happen, of course he wasn’t stupid enough to think there could be, but even then, such a  pretty girl in his presence always had him feeling like anything he would do could be wrong.
Once inside and after sitting down on the tatami mat, she gingerly removed the top of her uniform, letting it hang from her waist, exposing a poorly bandaged chest to him so that everything that showed the evidence of her prior battle was set before his eyes.
Meanwhile he removed his medic kit that was stapped to his back, setting it downcarefully before he looked up at her again.
She was ashamed of the ugly scars marring her skin, the deep, dark carvings that never went away disgusting to her.
She was ashamed over every carved indent, every ugly mark that refused to leave… she hated it all. 
And sure enough she was also embarrassed over her crudely done patchwork, because it’d been a long time since she actually had anyone looking at her. 
She took care of herself, and while sometimes it took just a bit too long to be fully healed, she always pulled through.
Somehow, she always pulled through.
'I'm ugly aren't I?' She thought with a bitter smile, having noticed his horrified glance that happened at first before he composed himself.
 Before long is blue eyes were intent to find the problem which was hidden beneath her patchwork.
“(F/n)?” he then started, almost uncertain as he picked his eye sup to her face, 
“Can I?” he asked softly, his right hand's index and middle fingers hooking within a loser part of the bandages.
With a nervous bite to her lower lip she nodded her head, choosing to look away as he removed them with a gingerly tug that let them slowly flow down.
He noticed the way she practically shrunk and pulled down her head, and while her state of undress had it’s part in her embarrassment, he’d caught on to what filled the rest. 
Perhaps he wasn’t always the sharpest, but after knowing (F/n) little by little, he’d noticed just a couple of things about her that had always made him purse his lips. because he found it sad that such a beautiful person had such an ugly idea about herself.
"- There's nothing to be ashamed of," he told her offering her a gentle smile of assurance, not quite convincing her, though giving her enough comfort to let her shoulders slowly slack. 
"- You're still beautiful," He said meekly, and he didn't dare to look up at her, instead, keeping his eyes down, trying to focus on the terrible bruising that decorated her flesh, needing his every bit of will to not tremble too mcuh.
 Her eyes went wide at his statement, and she couldn't help but let a stray tear escape her. 
" Why are you saying that?"  she mumbled with a touch of fluster, her eyes thick with glisten.
 "- You're trying so hard to hide them," he said with certainty. " You always try so hard to hide them,” he commented, having noticed how she hid even the smallest ones with shame beneath long sleeves.
 “I suppose this is why you hardly ever go to my division willingly," he added with knowing, having suspected it before then.
“That’s why you take care of yourself too...And you don’t let anyone look at you. Even right now... you're ashamed to even let me look at them," he continued. 
“no one is ever afraid of me,” he mused out loud as he made the recall, “ But right now your acting like it,” he said with a soft chuckle.
"You have to know... (f/n)-chan. I don't care," he told her, the soft curling of the ends of his mouth a true translation from his heart.
"They're not ugly… they're.... interesting," he said, finding the right word to describe them. 
"I mean, if I'm being honest,  I think they're kinda’ cool !" he said with enthusiasm, his teeth showing as he actually grinned.
“Maybe if I had some like these no one would make fun of me and think I'm such a wuss!” he freely chuckled, his own self doubt evident.
They looked at each other for a few second more before he decided to bring his eyes back down to the trouble spots, his gaze fleeing as he coward.
His hands hovered over her flesh, the green glow to them warm, but not as pleasantly warming as his true touch when his palms accidently grazed her as they traveled, taking care of every other patch he could.
She sat dumbfounded at his innocence and shook her head at his little rant. 
She hadn't noticed how he put even more effort into transferring his energy, trying to erase the evidence of the injury as best he could doing so as she was distracted by running thoughts.
"Thank you," She said softly, her heart truly bursting with happiness as she watched him then fumble the medical kit, finding the materials he needed to bandage her up. 
He’d care for her properly, show her that there was no harm in being tended to.
" No need, " He said while offering yet another smile to her. 
" I heal people remember? " he said with a brightness that shined so bright she felt warm in his presence.
" You just need some healing here too…" he said poking between her naked chest, and the touch had her glowing with new color.
He seemed to understand that what he’d done, as kind as it had intended to be, was something that shouldn't have been proceeded with with how she was.
 She didn’t say anything, and he took it as a forgiveness, as a sign she’d understood he hadn’t meant wrong.
He then cleared his throat, 
" Now, " he then stated, "You should rest," he proposed. 
"No one bounces back so quickly," he informed her, " Plenty of the captains are still healing, their lieutenant as well. 
- In fact, the head captain himself has taken his visits to my division too," he continued to inform her.
"So you don't have to prove anything to anyone," he said with certainty, speaking from the heart. 
"Plenty of us look up to you already... I look up to you...” He confessed. 
“ For us, it’d be more disappointing to know you overworked yourself than to know you took a moment to breathe," Hanataro kept speaking.
“And about your scars... Their mark doesn’t take away from who you are...It doesn’t make you any less beautiful , because you’re a-” it was then that he heard a little sniffle, and  he stiffened at the sound.
Her name came out in a little, uncertain mumble, his eyebrows drawn up with a soft worry.
She didn’t let him finish, not needing to hear more,
"Thank you, Hana..." (f/n) breathed, her breath coming out shaky.
Ever since her captain had left there'd been a heavy ache in her chest. 
Gin had left not only a vacant seat, but a little hole in her heart that was yet another wound she couldn’t mend.
She wasn’t the only one suffering, and she knew that it would take a long time for things to get better, and even so, she still felt alone. 
She still felt hurt, and that somehow that pain would not go away, and no matter how much she wanted to say what plagued her, it felt impossible.
Even as she offered her time to Izuru, helping him pull through the same pain she had, she never stayed long enough to receive the same encouragement back.
- And she knew that it was something that weighed at his heart too, because he couldn't help her. 
He couldn't help someone that always drew back, and especially not when he hadn’t healed himself.
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“Hana...” she murmured, her voice frail. “ can I hug you?” she asked, needing it, needing someone’s touch, someone who cared. 
If she could choose anyone in the world, if she could give in to someone just once, then he’d be the person.
He silently nodded as he leaned in, opening his arms and waiting for her as she met him in between. 
“And Can you stay with me?” she asked him, “ just for a while? “ she shakenly asked as she snuggled into his arms more, ashamed at how desperatly she held on.
“Just this once,” she promised. 
He sat there with her in between his legs and pulled to his chest.
Her wet cheek was pressed against his torso, and she struggled to speak, not thinking for once, just saying what came to mind, what regularly weighed her down.
“I- I miss him so much!” she lamented, saying what she hadn’t been able to tell her fellow division members, because he hadn’t left anything good behind.
-Nothing but crumbles.
“I hate him for leaving!  I hate him for hurting us... but I miss him, and I wish he was here so I could tell him!” she continued. 
“ And I wish I could see his stupid face again!” (f/n) hiccupped.
“I wish that , that he’d tell us why, why he hurt us,” She asked, knowing that it was too late to know, the answer to that question just as dead as he was.
“Didn’t he care?
...Even a little?” she asked herself, wondering if he felt anything as he watched her and Izuru in the same battlefield as he was.
She wondered if he could feel the way they looked at him, with so much trampled over love that it was impossible to keep looking, to keep giving him the opportunity to see their repressed sorrow.
And Rangiku,
- Was she also nothing to him too?
“Was he really trying to kill me?” (f/n) then breathed, shaking terribly as she remembered his cold gaze, the quick slice of his extended blade still felt with every time the wound throbbed.
At that, Hanataro held her tighter, not knowing the truth, just knowing what he was told. 
He’d heard it from another person in his squadron, the girl a rather chatty one that knew too much about too many people.
“Poor girl...” she started, whispered to him as (f/n) walked past with a small stack of paperwork being delivered.
“I remember she used to follow him around all the time... Anyone could tell she was in love with him,” she then added, and hearing that, perhaps it should have felt more of a scathe. 
It should have made him feel jealous, but instead he felt saddened. 
Saddened, because the truth was, it wasn’t so hard to believe.
- And he remembered how little she smiled after he left.
“Then  I heard that he tried to kill her,” she then went on, tutting. “to think he’d be so cold...so vile,” she huffed.
“-If it hadn’t been for her lieutenant, that traitor would have sliced right through her.” she informed him with notable distain.
Silently, Hanataro listened, his expression downhearted as he continued to listen, wondering if the gossip had reached (f/n).
“You can cry all you want,” he then said, “I'll stay here with you until there’s nothing left,” he promised her, after all, healing was his specialty.
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A/N: First off, I LOVE THIS BOY. AND I LOVE ANGST. 
I'm sorry I drifted off with the Gin thing, I just have this BIG boner for that theme. It was originally supposed to be including Tosen/ shuhei, but I felt Gin was better because I can only assume he died being a villain to everyone else. Tosen at the very least, right at the end, was able to mend things with his people. 
In a way at least before Aizen said, “your time is up my boi”
Tbh, speaking story wise, people could interpret it as her in Love with gin, but honestly there are so many forms of love, and if someone I cared about and respected, and looked up to so much just left me...yeah. 
I’d be hurt.
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