#funny how i'm suddenly interested in shooting

[azulock]

this has been sitting in my drafts for sooooo loooong, it's mostly born from how mean people can be in this fandom about poor Oli looking the way he does. I love his messy 'I don't have my life together' look, it's very relatable, but today we putting him under tha razor!

summary. when Oliver finds himself forced to get a clean shave for some important club event he tries to rope you into doing the work for him. and you do it, cause he is too charming and you can't resist spoiling this man

pairing. Oliver Aiku x reader

wordcount. 2,6k

warnings. some slight mention of nsfw stuff but veeeery slight, it's mostly domestic fluff, just pure distilled domesticity shot straight into your veins, you've been warned

helping hand.

"Really Oliver, you pestering me during work hours to do that for you?"

Giving one last hard stare at your screen, you groaned and swiveled you chair around to face the man currently breaking the peace in your office. With hair still damp from his shower, Oliver stood bare foot before you - a trail of wet footsteps clear behind him. God, you'd lost count of how many times you'd told him he'd end up sick if he kept doing that.

"Oh come on, it's not that big of a deal," he insisted, cutting off your thoughts, pouting as you fitted him with a steely gaze. "I neeeeed you."

You roll your eyes at his whiny antics - and complete disregard for your work life. It was almost funny to see a grown man pout like this, especially when you contrasted the silly expression with this statuesque of a man. You couldn't help but let your eyes roam free for a moment, taking in the sight of him. Water droplets still rolled down his strong torso, taking your gaze to the short hair trailing down his lower abs, to the point where his sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips. Shit, he was diverting your attention.

"Oliver," you sigh, rubbing your eyes to try and exorcise the images stealing your focus, "you've been doing that by yourself your entire adult life, you don't need me."

"That's not true, it goes way better when you do it for me," Oliver whined again, and even in his husky tone, you could hear it, the begging, so shameless.

At this moment he looked every bit like a dog, a ragged mutt pleading for attention at his owner's feet. Hell, he was even trying to shoot you the best puppy eyes he could muster, pout returning to those pretty lips. You'd say it was ridiculous, but maybe it was the smell of soap or maybe the warmth emanating from his skin, but something was making you want to give in.

"That's nonsense," you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to convince yourself to not let him sway you. "I'm not a barber, and you've been shaving your own damn self for years. I'm pretty sure you can keep your eternal stubble under control on your own."

"Well, I could," Oliver shrugged, remaining unfazed by the exasperation in your voice. "Though, this time I'm gonna have to shave it clean."

"What?" Suddenly, you were fully immersed in the topic, even though you felt like you'd fallen into a trap.

Oliver had to contain his smile when you suddenly went from nonchalant to interested. It was really cute. He knew you liked feeling the scruff around his face, which he always thought was absolutely endearing. Now, sadly, he'd have to part ways with it, albeit temporarily.

"You remember tomorrow's party? Well, the team's president is an old school kinda guy. He's gonna get pissed if he sees the team's captain shows up looking so unclean for an important event," he answers with a full body sigh, eyebrows arching high as he raises his shoulders.

"That's ridiculous," your words cut so dry that Oliver can't help but laugh at the barely contained disgust in your tone.

"Well, I think so too. But I like my position right now, if the old man wants me clean for the party, I can make the sacrifice," he answered with a wave of his hand, stepping closer to your chair before leaning in, using his hands to prop his body onto your armrests. "But it could be less painful if you helped me."

You sat in silence, staring him down for a long minute as he leaned in close, that charming smile never faltering. From this close, you could smell the conditioner on his hair and feel his breath on your skin. Shit, you could feel yourself falling for it. Rubbing a hand over your face, you slumped further down the chair, sighing as you went.

"Fine," you groaned, looking back up to his beaming face. "Go soak the soap and the brush, I'll be right there."

Closing the distance between you, Oliver met your lips with his in a short kiss before pulling back in a breath, his skin still damp and warm from the shower. "Already done that, I'll go get myself a chair."

You hummed as he got up, lifting your body heavily off of the chair after he'd disappeared into the hallway. You spoiled him too much, you were sure of it, but you guessed he had the same type of charm as a big dog who still believes they are lap sized. It was hard to say no to that.

Following the wet footsteps, you found yourself in your en suite bathroom, Oliver sitting on a high chair he'd taken from the kitchen counter. At least he'd left everything ready, so all you had left to do was commit the dismal crime of doing away with his stubble. A pity, you'd miss the feeling of it on your skin. For however many days the shave would last, that is.

Picking the plastic bowl of shaving soap, you started moving the barber brush in circular motions to begin lathering it up. Taking a step forward, you approached Oliver as your hands worked, shaking your head as he snaked an arm around your waist.

"You are spoiled," you mumbled, feeling him laugh as he looked at you both in the mirror, your gaze following his.

"Maybe," he hummed, "but I spoil you plenty too."

"Well, here we go I guess," you said with a chuckle, making him straighten to give you a better access to his face and neck.

When the soft brush touches his face Oliver hums, closing his eyes as you begin spreading the soap over his jaw. It felt nice, both the gentle smell of lemon grass and the feeling of having you taking care of him. Yeah, he was spoiled, he knew it, but could he really be blamed for liking being pampered?

Oliver was only human after all, and having to unwillingly part ways with his facial hair was not his favorite thing. So it only made sense that he'd try to squeeze whichever little joy he could from this situation. And having you do that for him was joy enough on his book. Between feeling the warmth coming from your body and the comfortable silence that had settled, he could almost forget he was being forced to do this.

Opening his eyes he found your face close to his, gaze set in concentration as you moved the brush around his neck, finishing lathering it up. It was beautiful, really, sometimes you'd focus on something so much you wouldn't even see the things around you. Cute, and he couldn't resist the urge to take advantage of that, lowering his lips to meet yours in a quick peck.

"Oliver," you exclaimed as he laughed, "you gotta cooperate, you bastard. Now I got soap on my face," you grunted, looking at the mirror and then back to him.

"Just a little bit," he chuckled, reaching out to clean your face with his hand as you sneered at him.

You shook your head and turned to put the brush back, watching from the mirror as he still chuckled at you. Pestering you when you were focused never seemed to stop amusing him. And to boot, you couldn't deny there was something infuriatingly endearing about it. Or maybe you were just blinded by the casual charm of his smile - again.

Picking up the safety razor, you turn back to him again. "Now, you better behave if you don't wanna have to clean your blood off of the white floor."

"So mean," Oliver pouts before smiling that heart shattering smile again. "Alright, I'm in your hands then."

You roll your eyes as he straightens up, hands gripping the sides of the chair. When the blade first meets his face you feel Oliver shiver at the cold touch of the metal, but as quick as it happens, it's gone. You move your wrist and the blade glides down his warm skin in short strokes, following the grain of the hair on his stubble. Oh, it's gonna be so sad to see it gone. Especially knowing how a good part of Oliver's appeal came from how he looked at least a little like a mess. You couldn't even recall the face of his club's president, but you now hated the old man.

There is ease in the silence that settles as you carefully work the sharp blade along his face and neck. Only the rough sound of metal scraping against the hair and skin fills the bathroom as an oddly well-behaved Oliver sits in stillness. It feels almost suspicious, even, but you guessed he had no interest in showing up to the party with a cut on his face. Not that you believed even that could do much harm to his good looks.

When that first pass is done you turn to the sink and wash the razor before picking up the brush start the cycle and lather his face again. Though, just as you turn back he catches you off guard, forward and capturing your lips in a quick kiss - but he almost topples his chair over in the process. Desperately you steady him up, pushing his large frame back by his shoulders.

For a moment there the scare takes the best of you, brows furrowing in a scowl, ready to chastise Oliver for the stupidy. But then he starts laughing, the warm and husky sound enveloping you as they echo off the walls, breaking your defenses. You laugh along, slapping his shoulder but leaning against him for a short moment. Sometimes he could be an idiot, but that too was part of the appeal.

Once you both recover you go back to your work, lathering his face, putting the brush back in place, picking up the razor, and bringing it to touch his face. This time you move it cross grain, once more enjoying the sound of the metal moving over his skin. It's all peaceful, for at least half of the process until Oliver grows bored, his large hand finding your bare leg, fingers traveling over the back of your thigh until they reach the hem of your shorts.

You grunt in warning and he only hums quietly in what sounded like a mocking acknowledgment. Oliver disregards your death glare completely, his palm touching your thigh, rough fingers massaging your skin as they move. Even then he doesn't stay put, hand traveling up and groping your ass, kneading the flesh under your shorts just as your reach his neck. For a moment you consider giving into the desire to leave just a little gash on his skin, but you manage to resist.

Just as you try to turn back again he he uses the hand on your ass to pull you closer in. You don't even have time to protest as his lips crash against yours - and you can already notice the strangeness of not feeling his stubble. Still, he doesn't give you much time to think on it, tongue slipping past your lips and exploring the wet insides of your mouth. He tastes like coffee, and you can't help but let the taste lure you in, the sensations enveloping you, warmth rising in your face until then it's gone.

His lips part from yours with a quick peck and you are already missing the kiss - what a bastard, teasing you like that. You huff and shake your head when Oliver winks at you, slapping your ass as you turn around and repeat your previous motions of washing the razor and grabbing the brush again.

You lather his face, then throw the brush in the sink before picking up the razor and letting it touch his skin for a final pass, this time against the grain. Oliver hums when you lean in and it sends shivers down your spine, his hand finding your leg again but this time he just let it dance over your thigh absentmindedly. You find comfort in the warmth of his palm and in the ritualistic nature of this whole thing - it's a soothing type of repetitive task.

This time the blade hugs close to his skin, and when you get to his neck you can feel his steady pulse. Sitting so still, so calm, the beating of his heart feels strangely slow, yet heavy and powerful. You know it's the telltale sign of that athletic resistance and ungodly endurance, but the slow rhythm never ceases to seem almost eerie.

When you finish you run a hand over his face, feeling the smooth, still damp skin. It's strange, but you take solace in knowing it's temporary. Soon enough it'll be gone, though not without leaving Oliver itchy for at least a day, and you always found it funny how bothered he was by that. He smiles at you and you can feel it go straight between your legs - fuck, you are sure he did that on purpose.

But you don't give the pleasure of attention, instead turning around to rest the razor on the stone sink. You hear Oliver yawn from behind you, and watch from the mirror as he stretches as you pick a towel from the rack. Turning back to him you pat his face dry, and as if he wasn't already being spoiled enough, you rub the aftershave lotion on his skin. When it's all done Oliver climbs down from the chair and pulls you in by the waist, placing a soft kiss on your lips before you both turn to the mirror.

"There you go," you say, resting your hip against the sink as Oliver leans in, "how you feeling?"

"Like I'm seven years younger," he responds, touching his face with his free hand. "Which is a nightmare, actually," he pouts.

"Oh, come on, it's only temporary. You gonna be back to having the stubble and looking great again in just a few days."

"Hey," he grunts, squinting his eyes at you, "what do you mean by that? You talk like I'm not handsome anymore," he almost growls in a joking threat, a smile playing at his lips as he cages you against the stone counter, hands on each side of your body. "What's up with that, huh?"

You chuckle as Oliver says the question low in your ear right before assaulting your face with soft kisses. You laugh, grabbing at his shoulders as he snakes a hand around your waist. He's rubbing his face against yours and you can't help but notice how odd it is not to feel the stubble you'd grown so used to.

"Oliver," you laugh, dual colored eyes looking up at you as he peppers kisses over your neck, "this is so strange, your face is so smooth."

"Ah, but you gonna have to deal with it," you laugh as he rubs his face against yours almost like a cat before taking his lips to yours and placing a quick peck. "You gotta make up to me for saying something so mean."

"I've just done your shaving for you, ain't that enough?"

"Nah, I can think of something better."

He pulls you in closer, rubbing his pelvis against yours, letting you feel the large bulge under the the fabric of his sweatpants. Of course, he was like that, it didn't surprise you at all. But you guessed you could spoil him just a little bit more, as a reward for behaving so well even under such difficult circumstances. Yeah, he deserved a bit more pampering, why not?

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[shroomaz]

"No One Else but You..." (Introduction)

A Future! RISE! Donatello x GN! Reader (Series)

A/N: This is a RISE! Take on the future story (Defeated Krang Route) and how I feel Donnie would act in the future. I personally...feel like he would be a good father, yet he has to get out of the way he acts as a genius and get in touch with his more emotional side...that's where you come in my dear reader. ENJOY!!! <3

WARNING: This is a story of You and Donnie coming together and co-parenting little softshell teetle tots. If you are not interested in babies that's completely fine- I'm much either LMAOOO-

He couldn't remember what life was like before.

It had been 20 years since the Krang were sent back to the prison dimension. And in those 20 years, the turtles have turned from teenagers...to adults.

It was such a change; especially for Donatello. The science behind time was never something Donnie could figure out. Time flew by so quickly- within a blink of an eye.

And thus, science still prospered.

It was something that he could look forward to in studies; more things to discover, more to understand...and that helped keep his mind occupied. This meant more projects of technological advancements and more body parts and upgrades for Shelldon.

It kept his mind off of...you. 

How is this? It all started the day you walked into his life...funny isn't it? The rooftop meeting; he never imagined would've give such bliss in memories as it did now.

Irony? The emotionally unavailable bad boy image twisting around and slowly becoming so attached to you throughout life the more he missed you.

He would often stay up doing all-nighters (like usual), trying to get his brain to think of other things...to no hope. Just going back to you.

It was nearly 17 years ago- 3 years after Krang was imprisoned...

......

...

"Donnie...?"

An 18-year-old Don was working on some upgrades to his battle shell, adding more limbs to his spider and sipping on flavorless juice. Blasting his jammy jams.

"DONNIE!" you had yelled out to Donnie to catch his attention.

"Hm?" Donnie had lifted his tech goggles and raised an eyebrow. "Oh- greetings Y/N! What brings you here to--hEy that's my chair!" Donnie gritted through his teeth as you laid your bum onto HIS chair...anyone else he would shove them out. However, this was you, he hated to admit it, but he had a soft spot for you.

You spun in it whilst laughing as he rolled his eyes and moved his things. "Oh come on Donnieeee...you know you are happy to see me." you had teased him with a little grin.

"Oh, on the contrary, dear Y/N, it is YOU who was missing me!" he gloated placing his hand on his chest with a smile. "Besides, it's been a while since you visited- What brings you to the Great Donatello today~?" more gloating...he loves to toot his own horn, doesn't he? It was cute.

"Can't I just come to see my partner anytime I want, hm? And-" Donnie turned back to you as he cheered.

"Victory! It seems that I am right...much like I concluded-"

"How else would you see me again." 

"....What...?" Donnie's features had dropped, as suddenly the once purple lights faded to black.

It was nothing but you... 

"What...where...? Y/N? What's going on?" Donnie had so many questions that needed answers, but were left unattended. You walked forward like you were reaching...but you turned and walked away, getting further and further.

"Y/N? No...No, no, no--Nonononono-NO- please don't leave me again- PLEASE!" Donnie called out as you continued into the darkness. The more he tried to rush to you, the more he felt like his limbs were being held back by gravity. The sound of an alarm blaring in the background getting louder.

You had looked back at him with a smile before he woke up again.

Gasping for air- and shooting up into a more proper sitting position.

He had fallen asleep at his desk again.

Looking around at his surroundings...feeling older and not like he did in his dream.

A dream...it was all a dream.

Donnie sighs as he places a hand over his face in a facepalm...and then there he felt it, the tears.

....He sighed as he rubbed his temples before looking over at one of his stations.

Standing, and stretching- he made his way to the table, and looked down at his project...his very high priority subject.

Smiling, almost full of pride.

Looking upon a specially-made incubator full of softshell eggs.

(END)

(I know this story doesn't explain a lot but its more like the prologue.

#rise donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x reader #rise future donnie #copper daddy #rise donnie x reader #future donnie x reader #rottmnt headcanons #this is my first series BE PATIENT WITH ME PLEASE :')

[mirai-e-jump]

ViVi Magazine, February 2024 Issue Murakami Erica x Hirakawa Yuzuki Interviews (translation below)

Publication: December 22, 2023

Erica and Yuzuyan's rambling talk

The close combination of Hirakawa-chan, known as Yuzuyan, and Erica appear for the first time in ViVi. During this photoshoot, we could feel the close friendship between them, as they giggled and talked the whole time. We asked alot about these two, who are a hot topic right now.

-Our youth is now! Anyway…I'm so glad we met~!-

"What do you call each other?"

Erica: Everyone calls her Yuzuyan.

Yuzuki: I've never had a nickname before, but I got one for the first time on set (laughs). I call her Marie.

Erica: I think everyone at ViVi was surprised to call me by that name. Actually, my real middle name is Marie, and everyone on set of the show calls me Marie. I'm so happy about my secret name~

"What is it like on set?"

Yuzuki: We chat alot while waiting to film. There's the 6 of us filming together, and when we've all gathered, it's like break time at school (laughs). It's so loud and noisy!

Erica: Someone will get into things, someone else will join in and do something stupid, and so on and so forth (laughs). Every day is jam packed with inside jokes. It's silly, but the 6 of us spending time together is so much fun~.

Yuzuki: We've been filming together almost every day for 10 months, so our friendship levels are amazing. From the very beginning, when we first started filming, we were all in perfect sync and got along well. But, when the cameras start rolling, everyone gets serious. It's amazing how everyone's faces change so quickly!

"What kind of personalities do you two have?"

Yuzuki: Marie is, in a single word, a bomb (laughs). Marie's explosive power when she's tired is insane (laughs). She'll suddenly explode and become cheerful. And, we all get caught up in it and get excited too (laughs).

Erica: We spend so much time on the set, that if we don't talk, I get sleepy, so I feel at ease exploding because everyone will pick up the pieces (laughs).

Yuzuki: She does things that go way beyond what you'd expect, so I never get tired of watching her. I'm like, "Even though you're so cute, why would you do something like this?" She's constantly one upping how interesting she can be (laughs). I can't tell if she's trying to be funny or if it's all natural.

Erica: Thanks for letting me do it, and for being on the receiving end (laughs). Yuzuyan is everyone's "straight man" older sister, but she can also be everyone's little sister.

Yuzuki: I'm often described as being a 5th grade boy~. We're the "mess around" combo.

"What does your existence mean to each other?"

Erica: After becoming an adult, I never thought I'd meet someone who I could mess around with so much, even more so through work!

Yuzuki: I'm so glad that someone like her exists, where we can joke around and laugh like this as friends 💜.

"What were your first impressions and current impressions?"

Yuzuki: I knew of Marie's modeling from reading ViVi, and I thought she was just so~ cute and looked like a doll. But, the more I learned about her, the more I thought she was like a bomb (laughs).

Erica: My first impression of Yuzuyan was that she was a very refreshing person. But in reality, she talks alot and is hyperactive (laughs). She notices things that other people don't see and takes the initiative to follow up, and is very considerate. From the very beginning, I felt like she was a dependable older sister. She's also good at remembering directions (laughs).

"How was today's shoot? How do you like Erica as a ViVi model?"

Yuzuki: When I look through ViVi, Marie is so cool…..she doesn't always look like this! It makes me want to get involved (laughs). She wears cool clothes and her expressions are amazing! It's so cool!!

Erica: This was the first time for the two of us to do a photoshoot together for a fashion magazine. I was happy to be able to work as a model like I usually do. We were able to shoot as our usual natural selves, which was alot of fun and very fresh. I thought it would be so much fun to shoot with someone who understands me.

Yuzuki: For today's shoot, she led me around alot, and I was impressed by the fact that she was such a great ViVi model!

"Do you see any similarities between yourself and the role you play in Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger?"

Erica: I think we share the same caring nature. However, I myself am not strong willed, so I admire her for that.

Yuzuki: I think we're similar in that we have humanity. We're both basically no nonsense, and we have our "on and off" switch. However, while my role is to be immovable, I'm actually extremely hyperactive, which is the complete opposite.

#I see~ 😳 #ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger #super sentai #my scans #my translation #rita kaniska #hymeno ran #himeno ran #toku cast #kingohger cast #hirakawa yuzuki #yuzuki hirakawa #murakami erica #erica murakami #tokusatsu #vivi magazine #ohsama sentai king ohger #king ohger #rita kanisuka

[offbrandkyoya]

03 todays the day

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cw: mention of drugs (weed)

Scaramouche regretted this.

‘What am I doing?’ He thought as he stood in front of the entrance. He wanted to go home right now. Still, the sickening feeling of just laying in bed to sleep or cry was tiring. It's an endless cycle that he's finally breaking, even though he hates singing with a passion, it's tied with memories that are blocked from his mind.

Scaramouche sighs and finally walks inside the building. He noticed the front desk and walks toward it. “Uh, excuse me,” He starts, with the lady looking up from her computer. “I'm here to see 5WIRL.” She lets out a small gasp and quickly searches for something on her desk. Scaramouche stares at her weirdly. Then, she hands him a clipboard. “Please sign here to enter.” ‘Seriously?’ Scaramouche took the object, and pen that was handed to him, and did what he was told.

He hands the clipboard back and the lady smiled, “Welcome, Scaramouche.” He just nodded. The lady gives him directions to where to go and off he goes to his new life. As he walks deeper into the halls, he hears songs blaring louder and louder. He couldn't help but cringe as he stood in front of the room he was told to go to. His ears perked up when he hears a woman shouting, “You're doing it wrong again! Are you even listening to my advice?!” Scaramouche listened for a response but he assumed it was quiet because the lady shouted once more after the pause.

“This isn't difficult!” Scaramouche wondered if he should enter or not. ‘Screw it.’ He opened the door without care and suddenly all eyes were on him. “Oh!” The woman changed her whole demeanor and rushed to him, holding his hands. “You must be Scaramouche! Please, come in!” She leads him more inside the room and places him at the center. The woman motions to one of them to pause the music before she can speak. “Boys, this is your new member, Scaramouche. Treat him right and no funny business.” She shot a glare at the boy with two braids. “Make him feel welcomed.” Then, she shoots Scaramouche an innocent smile. “If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me.”

Another glare but towards all of the boys. Scaramouche felt sick at that. It reminded him of someone. The woman begins to walk off before saying, “Show him the basics. Don't screw it up, Venti.” Finally, she was gone. There was a long silence before the man with braids spoke, “Welcome Scaramouche! If you don't know, I'm Venti, the leader.” He then points at the rest one by one. “That’s Xiao, Aether, Kazuha, and Heizou.” They all said hi and Scaramouche responded with a hi back. “What's with the threatening get-up?” Scaramouche asked about the woman. Venti stared at him crazy then laughed. “She’s a bitch, isn't she? You'll have to get used to it.” “Why?” “Because she'll beat your ass if you don't listen.” Heizou joined in. Scaramouche hummed then crossed his arms. “So, what am I supposed to do?”

Venti clapped his hands, “Well, I was told to show you how we practice. It might not be interesting though.” “Show me.” Aether goes to play the music once more and the boys huddle for a moment, talking amongst themselves. Scaramouche raises a brow ultimately doubting their abilities. They part away, get into their positions, and start to dance while singing their parts. Scaramouche listened and watched intensely. Thanks to a certain someone, he knows what's good and what's not in the music industry. Looking at 5WIRL now, he can tell that they're basic. ‘They are losing their spark.’ Scaramouche closed his eyes for a moment as it was hard for him to watch. “Kay, I've seen enough,” Scaramouche spoke and stops the music. The boys immediately stop and try to control their breathing. Aether and Heizou plop down on the floor with Heizou leaning his head back. “Someone kill me.” “Gladly,” Xiao replied with a hoarse voice. “Xiao, please,” Aether says with a sigh from both exhaustion and disappointment.

Scaramouche shook his head, “If I'm being honest, you guys suck. Compared to DCKZ, you're all a lost cause.” “Wow, thanks, newbie,” Heizou rolled his eyes as he lay down on his back. “We already know all that, unfortunately,” Kazuha states as he fixes his ponytail. Scaramouche uncrossed his arms, “If you know then why don't you guys improve?” He got quiet and shivered since he sounded like the person who ruined his life. Venti raised a brow but answered, “Our manager sucks that's why.” “I can tell,” Scaramouche mumbled. “Srew DCKZ, honestly,” Heizou stated loudly as he tugged on a strand of Aethers hair. “For real.” The blonde agreed, pulling his braid away from his friend.

“Hi boys!” Scaramouche turned around to see some random he knew for sure wasn't from 5WIRL. Suddenly, the boys had a surge of energy as they yelled out, “Y/N!!” You grinned with a chuckle, “That's me!” Before you could talk to them, you noticed an unfamiliar face. You gasped then smiled, “You must be the new guy! I'm y/n, nice to meet you.” Scaramouche looked at you in confusion. “Are you their manager or something?” You laughed, “No sadly. I'm just a close friend.” He didn't respond and started at you completely uninterested. “I hope they don't bother you. They can be overbearing sometimes.” “Hey!” Venti pouted.

“Okay.” You continued to smile and reached your hand out, “I visit them sometimes so you might see my face a lot. It's a pleasure to meet you!” Scaramouche looked down at your hand and then at you with a weirded-out expression. “Why the hell would I shake hands with you? I don't know who you are.” Your friend's mouths dropped as they glanced at Scaramouche and then at you. Your hand twitched and you suddenly felt hot. Putting your hand down, you let out a huff. “No need to be so rude about it. You could've been polite to decline.” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “Oh please, you got it easy. Like I'd bother to put in that effort for you, princess.” You gasped, “Princess?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” “Exactly what it means, dumbass.”

You balled up your first and angrily took something out of your coat pocket. “And here I was nice enough to get you some food too.” Venti rushed to you at the mention of the word food. “Omg y/n, you're the best!” You smirked, “I know.” The rest of the boys surrounded you, except for Scaramouche, watching you open the container of goodies. Kazuha looked at you worriedly, “Didn't they inspect you?” You shook your head. “No, I managed to convince them!” “How?” Xiao asked as he drooled over the food. “Simple, I lied and said that I'm just here to watch you practice.” Heizou’s eyes widened. “That worked?!” “Why are you doubting me?!”

Scaramouche watched you all from a distance with a frown. ‘They were just tired what the hell is this?’ You look in Scaramouches direction and made eye contact. Letting out a sigh, you walked away from your friends and handed Scaramouche a sandwich and juice. “I'm not that mean. This lady sucks so you should have this.” He had his guard up and looked at the items suspiciously. “How did you fit that container in your pocket anyway?” “Magic.” He rolled his eyes.

Still, “You just met me and made all that?” You tilted your head in confusion. “Well, yeah, is that wrong?” His heart tightened. “The food here is garbage so I'm doing you a favor.” You start to pull your arm back. “If you don't want it then that's okay-” “No.” Scaramouche lets out a sigh and took the food from you. “I'll eat it.” You smiled wide, “Yay!!!” “Watch out Scaramouche before they get to you too,” Heizou warned with his mouth full. You hissed at him. “Hey! I'm just being nice!” Scaramouche raised a brow before taking a bite. “What does that mean?” Venti leaned towards him. “It means that y/n is going to dream about you being their boyfriend.” He choked and you gasped dramatically, face turning bright red.

“That's not true at all!” Kazuha shakes his head disappointed. “Y/n, you've dreamed about being with all of us. You even told me once, ‘I don't smoke but for you baby, I will.’” You screeched and began hitting Kazuha on the head. “IDIOT! DON’T SAY THAT OUT LOUD!” Scaramouche didn't feel like eating anymore. “Yeah Kazuha, you could get caught,” Xiao comments as Aether wiped the food off his lips. Venti gasped with dramatic tears. “NO! MY WORST NIGHTMARE!!” He tugged on his pigtails. “I MUST BE FREED!” The six of you began goofing off, yelling and laughing. Scaramouche wondered how you all could be chill like that. The manager treats them all like shit and they continue to enjoy themselves.

Despite all the mistreatment, you had each other to confide in. Scaramouche felt his throat go sore. “Sorry, Scaramouche,” Venti called in between giggles. “Promise not to tell the boss lady?” Scaramouche just nodded. Your phone rang and you let out a groan once you read the caller ID. “I wish I could stay but I have to go.” The boys frowned, “Alright be careful.” Aether tells you, still upset. You smiled sadly at the boys, “Thanks.” Then you turned to Scaramouche. “It was nice meeting you again.” He glanced to the side. “Thanks for the food.” He said quietly and you couldn't help but blush. “Oh, it was nothing!” You waved your hand still flustered. “Stay safe y/n! Don't die!” Heizou pokes your cheek and you laugh. “I promise.” You bid your goodbyes and Scaramouche felt like he was watching a family wave their son off to war.

Once you were gone, Venti turned to him, hands on his hips. “Alright, Scaramouche. Finish your meal because you've got a lot of studying to do.” He gave him a monotone look. ‘Studying?’

What a long day this will all be.

- i 🫶 snow days

- no school no work just sleep

- i had a presentation to do but it’s moved to Monday god bless 💯💯

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[lovingherrscher]

Their reactions to your "It's the first time someone told me not to die."

Ft: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Warning: mention of suicide and violence, hint of suicide attempts (reader, Dazai), Chuuya being an affectionate drunkass, slight guilt-trip in Fyodor's part.

Notes: Based on personal experiences. A little self-indulge. Chuuya's part came out longer than I expected whew-

Best with:

Phantom - HI3 (Dazai's part)

Inherit - HI3 (Chuuya's part)

Storm - HI3 (Fyodor's part)

(*) - Honkai 4.8 trailer

(**) - Honkai 5.0 trailer

(***) - Honkai 4.1 trailer

Dazai

An empty shell expecting the first ray of dawn (*)

He was surprised, to say the least. It reminds him of how most member of the ADA reacts to his suicide attempts (ch 2)

Dazai is smart enough to notice how his friend, who's now his s/o has been feeling down lately. You don't talk as much as you did before, you doesn't focus on your work or what he said most of the time, how the dark circles under your eyes increasing.

So one night, he took you out to your, and also his comfort place - Lupin. After a few drinks, when your sober state has long gone, he finally broke the silence and asks you what happened.

You have been having a hard time lately, but it isn't work that's worrying you. Everyone in the ADA treats you really good, it's just that you can't stop the negative thoughts flooding your mind.

"Hey, I've been thinking about your invitation. I think I might go with you."

"My, you're really funny~ We've been going out for quite a while already!"

"No, I meant when you asked me to join you for a double suicide. I think I'm ready now, Osamu."

His heart suddenly drops. You're joking, right? You were the one makes him wanted to live, even just a little longer so he can be with you. And now you're telling him that you want to throwaway your life? Dazai's words came out like he was on autopilot,

"Don't die. Please."

Dazai can't tell are you making a happy or sad expression right now as you smiled at those words.

"It's the first time."

What? No, no, no. Your first time? What first time? The Demon Prodigy in the past is now having a trouble understanding his drunk lover, how cute.

"The best I was told that, if that's what I've decided then they won't stop me anymore."

The fuck was that? Honestly, it kinda reminds Dazai of when Atsushi first join the Agency, and the newcomer was the only one helped him when he failed, what he claimed was a suicide attempts.

He suddenly pulls you in, embracing you tightly. He had lost someone important once. And he doesn't want to, doesn't intent to lose them again.

"I'll tell you as much as you want to hear. Just... Please. Don't leave me alone..."

His voice cracked, just like the strong facade you've been struggling to keep all this time. Clinging to him like a lost child, you cried as if you had never cried in your life.

Chuuya

When the darkness seized the long night,

Did it envisage its end at the hands of a shooting star? (**)

He's gonna flip the table for real. Man is pissed hearing that bullcrap.

No, he isn't mad at you. He is mad at himself for not paying attention to this sooner, and at those who didn't treat you the way you deserve to be.

He knew that you were from an abusive family, since he was the one picked you up from that hellhole you crawled out from.

Chuuya asked for a paid vacation so he can spend time with you, listening to you, take you out on dates, spoiling you rotten in the desperate hope that you'll feel better.

"Come again?"

"Chuuya, it really is the first time I was told not to die."

"If it was someone else I'd say that's a load of bullcrap... But it's you... I trust you."

When you started befriending Chuuya, you mention that you aren't interested in dating, and the ginger agreed on this. To you, it was the fear of an abusive partner, like how your parents turned out. To Chuuya, it was the fear of losing someone he loves. Whatever the reason is, you two had to make sure to yourself that you won't fall in love with the other.

He didn't fail to notice the bruises and fresh bandages you've been covering up on your arms every time you two hang out. When he asked what happened you told him that you fought with some thugs who picked on you, but Chuuya knew you were better than that. So he asked again and again, until you finally confessed it was because of your parents. When one party left, the only victim left was you.

Having no one you can crash on to hide, you had to suffer everytime they're in a bad mood. If lucky enough you'll be spare with one or two slap across the face, but if not... There was a time when they were drunk, and you were pinned against the wall with a knife against your throat. It was lucky that they didn't kill you at that point, for they claimed that they won't be able to sell a haunted house.

"Hey, don't die."

"Why of all sudden?"

"Dunno. Just feel like I want to say so. We're friends, right? Isn't that what friends should be doing?"

Everything still felt like an old dream to you, from the day you muttered up the courage to ask for help from Chuuya, to the day you finally moved in with him, and to the day he confessed to you.

Occasionally, when he gets a rare day off from the executive duty, Chuuya would enjoy his wine collection with you. He teaches you everything he knew, from the simplest thing like their names, what they're made of, how strong they are, to how you can tell the difference between one that's been aged well and one that isn't, or where can you get his favorite one, Pétrus.

Chuuya is known for his love to alcohol yet somehow can't tolerate it, so that night, when he took glasses after glasses, to the point he'd mistaken you with his ex-mentor, Kouyou.

"Ane-san, I know that I'd agreed with- hiccup! her that we aren't looking for something over friendship - hiccup!"

"But I just can't help it. She was so fragile, yet she still tries to carry all those burden by herself... I can't help but saw somewhat my mirror image in her... The way her fire won't go out no matter how hard we tried to extinguish it."

"I think I'm in love with her."

Your face flushed a deep shade of red hearing the not-so-indirect confession Chuuya gave you. That's how he truly thinks of you?! Whilst you were still panicking at the sudden confession, Chuuya was already out cold on the sofa, and if you listen closely, carefully, you can even hear him breathing. You smiled at the sleeping executive as you pull the blanket over his body. Maybe it's time you give love a chance it deserves.

Fyodor

But even the weakest amongst us fight to defend their faith and belief (***)

Let's be honest, this man? He doesn't look like the type to actually, be in a relationship, since he's too busy chasing his ideal world, the promised land.

But when he does? Hoo boy.

Honestly, he might be a little surprise hearing so, but the surprise look won't last past a second on his face.

Will sit down and listen to you, if the root of the problem is something he can fix, he'd offer to help you (without involving killing or, ehem, brainwashing anyone, hopefully...)

Fyodor's cold hand cupped your cheeks, his other free hand held your hand tightly, as a glance it seems to be an intimate act, yet his eyes scream the opposite. He rolls up your sleeve, revealing the new scars trailing from your wrist to your elbow.

"Myshka, mind telling me what is this?"

You can't remain silence forever, because if there's anything you've learnt, that neither lying or the silent treatment works with this man.

"Did you cut yourself again, (y/n)?"

You nodded. It couldn't be helped, old habit dies hard and you can't help but resort to the blade. What else can you do? Your beloved Fedya wasn't there for you, and the blade was whispering to you, to take it, and just one small slice should relieved you from whatever you're feeling. But one definitely wasn't enough as the blade carved you like a stone.

Fyodor let out a small sigh as he cradles you in his arms. He didn't wish for you to hurt yourself like this. Because he is the only one who can hurt you. Yet whenever he let you out of his sight, new scars would grew rapidly like mushroom.

"You know I never wanted to see you got hurt, right, malyshka? I'm very sad and disappointed."

Another nod. God, you feel so terrible. You shouldn't have done that. You don't want to disappointed him. When you realized, your head were leaning against the soft materials of his shirt, his coat wrapped around you like a blanket, his pale finger petting your soft hair.

"Don't die, my myshka."

Your eyes widened. "It's the first time someone had told me not to die..."

"I'll say as much as you want. Now, stay with me, will you?"

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[dawndelion-winery]

I Like You! (Not)

Alhaitham × GN! Reader

College au! Academic Rivals to Lovers

[3] - Let's Break Up

You called Kunimitsu the very second you got home to scream about what a god awful horrendous day it was. Alhaitham, in spite of accepting your confession and waltzing right into the position of your boyfriend, made no effort to further include himself in classroom activities.

Even while on your little impromptu lunch date, he'd refused to speak even a word about work, deftly changing the topic back to something personal about you or your interests. If anything, it only irked you more to know that he did have sufficient social aptitude to steer a conversation but chose not to care to do so. The absolute audacity of him...now you couldn't even excuse his impoliteness with poor social skills.

You were so sick and fed up with Alhaitham, and Kunimitsu was doing nothing to help as he choked and wheezed over every detail. "Wouldn't it be funny if it turns out he's been into you all along?" your dear friend chuckled humourlessly. That? Funny? You'd have to be sick in the head for that thought to please you. Just what were you supposed to do with a rival you could barely stand suddenly becoming your boyfriend? Anyone else worming their way into your heart would've been endearing. Anyone but him. Yet, as fate would have it, Alhaitham of all people would be the one to do it.

What would you do if anyone found out? What if- and then it hit you; no one else knew yet. If you broke up with him, claiming it was a change of heart or some other impulse, it'd be like it had never happened! You giggled to yourself as you thought of how easy it would be to out an end to your plight, and soothed your anxious heart til the next day. Shooting him a text to meet you tomorrow, you fell asleep with a renewed sense of calmness, relief taking you to slumber with ease.

You told Kunimitsu of your plan as you walked to school with him. You'd expected praise for the idea, but he'd only scoffed and looked at you with a taunting smirk. Some friend he was as he raised an eyebrow and sarcastically asked if you were confident it would work.

Of course you were.

And perhaps you shouldn't have been. The moment you walked into the lecture theatre, you were met with two peculiar sights. The first: everyone was strangely chipper and energetic - a tad bit too much so for a Tuesday morning. The second? That was probably the more concerning one; Alhaitham, ever the loner, was uncharacteristically surrounded by classmates, engaging in small talk. Horrific. More dreadful yet was the way his eyes perked up at the sight of you, and he gracefully excused himself from the crowd to stride over to you.

"You wanted to talk to me?" He murmured softly, an eerie gentleness in his tone that unnerved you beyond words. You shot a quick look past him to see your peers watching with great interest as you ushered the unusually cooperative prick outside.

"Yesterday was an impulsive mistake, let's break up, Alhaitham. I don't think we'll work out. I'm sorry to jump you with a confession out of the blue like that, so let's end this before word spreads while no one knows about us." The words rumbled out of your mouth like a rushing stream, racing to reach the ocean. And precise to the analogy, its contents were lost in the depths it sought to reach.

"No," he said curtly.

"No?" You repeated, gaping slightly at his audacity. "Why not? We're not even each other's type."

"There's so many fallacies in what you've just said that it's almost too much of a hassle to pick them all out. Let's start with what you said about no one knowing - everyone knows. Or they soon will even if they don't. A sizeable crowd seemed very interested in the reason I sat right beside your usual seat all of a sudden, and I had no issue telling them about us."

The annoyance on your face slowly morphed to mild panic, but he wasn't done yet.

"Secondly, you claim we won't work out, but how do you plan to support that hypothesis? We spent half a day together yesterday, and it was quite pleasant. If anything, your theory seems rather easily disputable at the moment, wouldn't you say?"

You bit your lip as he continued listing off his rebuttal. Despite having no visible change in expression when you'd confessed, there was a subtle irritation in the faintest furrow of his brows as he reasoned why you shouldn't break up. You'd be more curious about it if you weren't so frustrated with his stubborn refusal.

"And finally, what would you know about us not being each other's type? I've never once told you my type." His last point was curt, a firm tone of finality in it as he gazed at you with those indignant eyes that only viewed solid reason with acknowledgement. Was it really that bothersome for him to be broken up with?

"My type is someone who'll adore and spoil me. Someone doting and affectionate." Your voice came out gentle, almost pleading him to understand. Were you that desperate to leave him? If anything, Alhaitham was the furthest from affectionate, so you were confident he'd back off, thinking him uncomfortable with your needs.

Contrary to your hopes and beliefs, he donned that same thoughtful look he'd had when you'd confessed. "That can be arranged," he declared, as he reached to stroke your cheek. "I'd much prefer you told me what you want from me instead of trying to break up immediately."

With that, he returned to his seat, leaving you in your state of disbelief and incredulity.

Taglist: @vernith @bubblegum-angelquartz @ayanokomu @hannya-writes

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[smigglescultture]

(THIS IS SUPER CRAZY LONG BTW SRRY) I was thinking about it a lot last night and here's the thing:

I don't like random acts of violence. Obviously, I have some sort of fixation on mass shootings but typically I don't like people such as TJ Lane or Nikolas Cruz and especially Salvador Ramos. People who kill just for the thrill of it. I do not like them. That's why I do not like serial killers or their cases.

And look, I'm sure if I got into the nitty gritty of each case, I would understand the perpetrators more. In fact, I know by all angles I might look like Im a hardcore AL stan or whatever, but it never started like that. And still isn't. I think he was an incredibly smart, and funny boy who seriously could've become something in his life, but what he did was utterly disgusting and I will never be able to just put that past him, even if I do agree and maybe even look up to some aspects of him. I'm not a nihilist in the belief that everyone deserves to die. And especially not young children.

However, when it comes to Columbine specifically, its almost like every moral inside me is just pushed into the back of my mind. And maybe that's because I relate so deeply to these two assholes, or whatever, but I have to admit that I feel very guilty for the way I think about this case. And it wasnt an instant thing, I knew I felt eaten up with guilt from the second I joined this community.

It started with Zero Day, I made a tik tok account (DONT EVER DO THAT, TRUST) and suddenly I see all these people who at the time I considered freaks, have mass killers as profile pictures. I started to just block all of them, I used to repeat to myself how awful it was, replay in my head what those people did, and how their victims felt. It was like a compulsion to combat the obsession I was falling into which was the fact that, I was sickly interested in the whole thing. I dont even remember what kick started it, when I became what I considered a "degenerate", but, oh, did it happen.

I would be angry, furious, sick and disgusted with myself for even thinking of D&E. But the more you start to worry about the intrusive thoughts inside your head, the more they come. So the more swallowed up by guilt I felt. The more shame I was consumed by. I thought I had hit a rock fucking bottom. I remember the first time I ever saw that library picture of E&D, and I had never felt such shock and surprise in my life. I was so shocked at what I saw, I briefly mentioned (AND SHOWED?? DONT DO THIS BTW IM DUMB) it to my friends...and my parents. Who all just brushed it off, "yeah, theirs some sickos in the world". Which was easy for them to say, they weren't the ones becoming "sick".

All of that to say that, that picture was the nail on the coffin. The way I look at it now it was like I was on a rope desperately trying not to fall into the water, the community, but my arms couldn't take it anymore and I gave in. Slowly but surely those thoughts about E&D weren't painful and shocking to me anymore, I read Dylans journal and that was really a point of no return. I felt seen, the more I read it, the more time that has went on, it's like reading pages of my own life. I remember writing in my own journal that, even still I was ashamed for reading it, to relating to it.

I mean obviously, this fixation consumed me. I tried to put it into anything I could. Dinner table politics? Boom, mass shooting. My speech and debate script? Boom, mass shootings. My essay for school? Mass shooting. Art work for school? Mass shootings. And none of this has gone away or even flickered, and most times I'm completely okay with that.

But I am sometimes still constantly shameful. I think to myself, "if there ever is a mass shooting, you will sacrifice yourself first to repent for your little obsession" Even though I've lived in America all of my life, I have now become so obsessed about thinking where a shooter could be, especially at school. Not paying attention? Im probably thinking of a way to escape a shooting. Not just casually either, like, vivid imagery type shit. The worst part is that me and my brother go to the same school. I still feel guilty about my "fixation" with guns and mass shootings. I fear that as punishment for this, he would be the one to die in a shooting, not me. And he's my world, he's my best friend, he's the one who told me to stay away from here, and he's the one who still loves me anyway.

That's why I stray away from info posts about the Columbine victims. You'd think maybe it would be some compulsion to make up for my constant thinking of the killers, to learn about the killed, but no. It makes me feel even worse. I do care about those kids. I think it was a tragedy. Nobody should've died, they were all victim's to life and America and God himself maybe.

But what breaks my heart the most, the thing I will never get out of my head, is that one of the boys who died that day, shares a name with my brother. The first time I ever learned that, (which I do hold strong opinions about why certain victims get more "fame" and why that pisses me the hell off, but different post) I could've just fucking puked. I don't want to outright say his name because god forbid my brother ever stumble onto tumblr, but the reason why they killed him, the awful things they said, it makes me so angry. That poor fucking kid, he didn't do anything, nothing, not even indirectly. It makes you forget the empathy you held for E&D cause why would they have said those things or done that. They knew damn well he would've never, ever, not once, been someone who caused them pain. But this isn't a deep dive into why they did this shit.

All of this to say, I really hope you don't see me as just another edgelord, alpha male (yeah right, sure that was going through all your heads) "kill em all" kind of dude. Yeah, I don't care for humanity. Yeah, I am obsessed with gun violence. And no, I don't focus much on victims online. I relate too much to two goons who thought that everyone was against them. That's why I repost so much about them, cause I see them in me more than anything else. I do not "like" random acts of violence, I just like the comfort of knowing I'm not so out of my mind.

#wow sorry for the book I just released #i really appreciate it if you read all that #someone sedate smiggles

[vampyrsm]

Hello Alex! Hope you had a great week-end ! I was about to sleep can't sleep when this random question/thought hit my mind and it's kinda hilarious lol, like what if you and bakugo were out in public or you were having someone at home or with your kids idk and you suddenly were in the mood, what do you think your secret sex code would be? I was trying to come up with some codes and now i can't stop laughing!

Hi!! Sorry I saw this ask last night at like 3am and promptly passed out LMFAO. I hope you were able to sleep and also had a great weekend too!!

I've actually never thought about secret codes for things, but this idea is funny to imagine with Bakugou LMAO.

I imagine it sort of evolves over the years, at first you had attempted to give him 'the look', didn't really work because he thought you were just looking at him strangely from across the table at the hero convention. He just frowns, mouths a "what?" and you just have to shake your head at him to shoot him a text saying you wanna leave & y'know go fuck—totally makes him blush across the table, does the thing where he covers the lower half of his face with a hand whilst glaring at you from across the table for turning him on so easily.

That's when it starts to evolve into secret codes, if you can't explicitly tell him how you're feeling then I imagine codes come in the form of touches, squeezes and just body language in general. You squeeze his hand three times as one of those secret codes, leaning into his side when you're both at some formal event and kissing his jaw when he leans down to whisper if you're okay in your ear. He knows exactly what that means.

And when you're both a little older, got young children and they're at that age where they're becoming a little too observant so Bakugou can no longer bite your neck without your kids freaking out about 'Daddy's attacking mummy!!' - they proceed to try and yank him off of you and thus meaning no sex anytime soon.

That's when the code words start to come in, I'm not sure what they could be. Maybe something so mundane and "adult" that the kids will show no interest in it.

Bakugou's leaning against the kitchen counter, elbows forward and bent at the hip and you can tell he's just finished in the shower from the droop in his hair and the dampness to his bare chest and arms—a habit of being shirtless that you're thankful he never grew out of as you both got older. You can't help but oogle at him whenever you get the chance, it instantly sends a pang of heated lust straight to your stomach and since both of the kids are busy watching TV in the living room just behind you, you realise it's the perfect chance to finally have a moment with your husband.

"Hey, I need help with the taxes." and Bakugou's head snaps up at that, it was a stupid code but it worked well (he has helped you with actual taxes in the past and it most definitely did lead to you being more handsy with him because he's just so smart & god it's attractive).

His eyes instantly drift to his two devil spawn of kids before they're back on you, that cloudy look in his eyes that tells you he's already fucking you in his mind before he stands up at full height, smirking when you start to backstep a little to sneak off up to the stairs. "Of course baby, anythin' you want."

OR another situation being when Bakugou is out with Kirishima or something, maybe they're just finishing patrol and Bakugou is taking his hero costume off in the lockerrooms when he gets a text from you. He's instantly heating up, ears on fire when he turns to look at Kirishima who was trying to convince him (and you) to come out for some drinks after work.

"Can't, gettin' coffee with Y/N after." Bakugou hopes it works. But Kirishima is giving him the most suspicious look.

"Coffee? You don't even like coff—Oh, you two think you're slick, huh?" Kirishima smirks whilst Bakugou is just blushing furiously, shoving his hero costume into his gym bag before turning on his heel to stomp out of the room before Kirishima can comment anymore. Kirishima 100% is telling Kaminari later that night in the bar about both of your secret sex codes.

#— alex has mail ! #— user asmaechan #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #sorry this kinda sucked #im so bad at secret code things because i really just #jump their bones

[petrichor-idyllic]

2. Reader and Minho liked each other but noone had time to explore the feelings. But when Minho gets back from that night with Thomas in the maze the reader is so happy hes still alive and there is some tension building up...later on the keepers meeting (book scene) where Minho is a total hottie and says the most iconic stuff as usual reader cant help herself and once the meeting is over she suddenly kisses him.

This is a request from an anonymous user that asked for two in one, so I've had to separate them, and I'm bad at tumblr, but I'll post them at the same time to make them easier to find.

I actually whipped my copy of the book out to pull direct quotes from it. This was effort. Also, yes I know Chuck isn't there because he's the one that tells them about Alby, but this isn't here for accuracy points (I may or may not have also written the whole thing before noticing this myself but shhhh)

BEYOND THE OTHER SIDE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Book based fic. Fem!Reader.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some suggestive themes but under spice because of one slightly heated make out session.

"You're still here?" You don't even bother looking up to see that it's Newt. You're sat in front of the Doors with your legs crossed, Chuck using your thigh as a pillow as you told the boy to get some sleep, even if he refused to leave your side.

"What does it look like?" The British boy sighs, rubbing your shoulder.

"You know they're not coming back, right?"

You shoot him a glare, "Don't say that- if anyone can survive out there, it's Minho."

The last twenty-four hours have been a blur. First, Minho found a 'dead' Griever, resulting in a expedition for him and Alby to go check it out.

As far as you can tell, that thing definitely wasn't dead. That much was obvious when Minho came around the corner carrying an unconscious Alby.

Every part of your body was screaming to go in there and save them- help them- anything you could think of.

But Thomas beat you to it.

It had been a weird enough week as it was with another girl showing up a day after Thomas and the Box refusing to go back down, but this was definitely the hardest blow.

Now three of them, two of the most important people in the Glade, were stuck out there.

You would be lying if you weren't playing favourites.

You and Minho have an interesting relationship, to say the least. He helped you out when you first showed up in the Box. He taught you how to defend yourself and did a good job at keeping the other boys away from you. He's surprisingly emotionally intelligent and offers an understanding to your feelings of isolation that the other Gladers can't seem to grasp. It doesn't help that he's gorgeous and kind of funny.

All of this resulting in you crushing on him. Hard.

And the feeling is mutual.

And you both know it.

After a drunken confession (and make-out session) during one of the Bonfire nights, you both decided to just be friends. After all, maintaining a relationship in the Glade isn't an easy task, and it's key for Minho to focus on his work above everything.

So, you've both been pushing your feelings for each other down in favour of the greater good.

The sexual tension has been killing you, and him, especially when you've had a bit too much to drink and he keeps looking at you like that.

But this is painful. He's gone. He could be dead and you'd never see him again. Never having fulfilled your promises of a relationship once you both escape.

You've been sitting there all night. Both you and Chuck. Chuck for Thomas, you for Minho. Some early risers sent you both sympathetic glances but it just made you angrier.

You don't need their pity. They're going to be okay. They have to be okay- he has to be.

The rumbling of the Doors startles you, even though you've been expecting it since you sat down.

"Chuck," you lightly shake the boy, causing him to stir from his slumber, "Chuck, wake up. The Doors are opening."

He's groggy, but still eagerly awakes, pulling himself off of you and allowing you to stand up.

Gladers start to gather around as the giant stone entrance prepares itself to settle for the day. You, Chuck and Newt stand at the front of the crowd, Newt's hand still lingering on your shoulder in preparation to comfort you. The blond is far more realistic than you, but he still doesn't want to watch you crumble when the hope fades.

He knows your and Minho's relationship better than anyone else. He hears about it from both sides pretty much daily.

The Doors open painfully slow, almost like they're mocking you.

It reveals an empty corridor. Your jaw tenses, and you ball your fists, trying not to let your emotions take over as you look at the floor. Newt rubs your shoulder, and you can see Chuck anxiously looking at you from the corner of your eye.

It's like all the Gladers hold their breath, waiting to see your response.

But you don't get the chance to.

"No shuckin' way," your eyes flicker up to Newt, who is staring straight ahead. You follow his gaze, watching as Minho and Thomas stumble down the stretch of concrete.

"Minho!" Your voice is scratchy and you lose all care for the rules. Rushing forward, the Runner seems to be in far better condition than the Greenie, who looks like he's seen the Devil himself.

Your feet move beneath you, diving into Minho's arms. "Woah, easy, girly," he scoffs, but his muscular arms come around you. The hug is tight and full of enough emotion to show you how terrified he was.

He's alive. Oh my God, he's alive.

"Uh, this is sweet and all, but we need to get Alby down," Thomas interrupts. You pull away from Minho.

"He's still alive?"

"He better shuckin' be," Minho sounds like he's had quite the night. "Where even is he?"

"Come on- help us!" Thimas rushes to the wall by the Doors. To your surprise, Alby is strung several feet above the air, tangled to the wall with Ivy.

"How the..." You meet Newt's equal look of disbelief, but you all get to work helping your Leader down.

Thomas and Minho basically pass out the second they get to the Med-jack's hut. You let them. The next day is about to be interesting and they both need to rest.

The Gladers are already thinking about what this all means and with the revelation that Thomas had somehow killed THREE Grievers, the Glade is in some kind of uproar.

Some people are worshipping the ground that he walks on, and others want him burned at the stake. Gally is the chancellor of the latter crowd.

Alby's got the serum, so there's a ray of hope yet. But Thomas broke the rules.

Obviously, you're of the belief that Thomas has done a good thing. Alby and Minho might not have survived if it weren't for him- how could he possibly be punished for all of this?

Thankfully, that seems to be the majority opinion. But with Newt in charge and a hatred of the poor constructed democracy of the Glade, it's hard to say what will happen.

Which is why when it came to the Gathering regarding Thomas's existence in the Glade, you're stood right outside with Chuck, not so subtly eavesdropping in.

Nearly all of the Keepers came up in a group together- "veterans" as they call themselves. So, there's not much chance of you becoming a Keeper. But now you wish you were.

"What do you think they're-?"

"Shh, Chuck," you snap at the boy, hushing him as you try to make out something audible enough to gain information from.

The general chattering seems to be pretty pointless. It's just people saying the same shit everyone's been saying since the trio returned.

It doesn't take long for silence to settle, and for Newt to give the introductory speech that he is no doubt rolling his eyes about. The Keepers each take it in turn to state their opinions, thankfully most of them siding with Thomas.

Gally then has about a forty page essay on how Thomas is the spawn of Satan until Newt finally speaks again, "With no more words from Gally- go ahead, last but not least."

Minho's distinct voice fills the room. "I was out there; I saw what this guy did- he stayed strong while I turned into a panty-wearin' chicken. No blabbin' on and on like Gally. I want to say my recommendation and be done with it."

"Good that," Newt almost seems relived. "Tell us then."

"I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners."

You and Chuck look at each other as silence consumes the inside of the room. Both of you wear expressions of disbelief, looking at one another to assure that you actually heard that correctly.

Unsurprisingly, Gally spoke first, screaming about how Minho should lose his spot on the Council for even suggesting such a thing.

Then chaos erupts as Newt desperately tries to calm down the boys.

"Shuck it," you really do pity Newt. He somehow got swept into everyone's bullshit and the man just wants to grow his plants. "I've never seen so many shanks acting like tit-suckin' babies. We may not look it, but around these parts we're adults. Act like it or we'll disband this bloody Council and start from scratch." A beat skips as Newt seems to compose himself, "Are we clear?"

The quiet from beyond the door tells you that they've all gotten the hint.

"Good that." Newt continues, before he seems to address Minho. "That's some pretty serious klunk, brother. Sorry, but you need to talk it up to move it forward."

You and Chuck exchange another round of stunned glances. Newt's actually considering this?

There's no way. This isn't adding up. Minho would never give up his job- he's too good at it. And you've seen him injured and on prescribed rest. He hates it. The boy can't sit still for two seconds, even when he is in the Glade. If he were to just become a normal Runner, Minho would still be far too overqualified for the gig.

"It's easy for you shanks to sit here and talk about something you're stupid on. I'm the only Runner in this group and the only other one here who's even been out in the Maze is Newt." Minho sounds frustrated and still tired.

A bad mix, to be sure.

So, of course, Gally has to open his mouth. "Not if you count the time I-"

"I don't!" Minho shouts suddenly, making Chuck jump away from the door, but you don't move. Minho's playing a game here- you just know he is.

"And believe me, you or nobody else has the slightest clue what it's like to be out there. The only reason you were stung is because you broke the same rule you're blaming Thomas for. That's called hypocrisy, you shuck-faced piece of-"

"Enough," you're actually kind of disappointed Newt shut him down. It's about time someone shouted at Gally and just hearing Minho do it is making you feel some kind of way. "Defend your proposal and be done with it."

Minho takes a second before picking up again.

"Anyway, listen to me. I've never seen anything like it. He didn't panic. He didn't whine and cry, never seemed scared. Dude, he'd been here for just a few days. Think about what we were all like in the beginning. Huddling in corners, disoriented, crying every hour, not trusting anybody, refusing to do anything. We were all like that, for weeks or months, 'till we had no choice but to shuck it up and live. Just a few days after this guy shows up, he steps out in the Maze to save two shanks he hardly knows. All this klunk about him breaking a rule is just beyond stupid. He didn't get the rules yet. But plenty of people had told him what it's like in the Maze, especially at night. And he still stepped out there, just as the Door was closing, only caring that two people needed help."

You don't think you've ever heard Minho be this passionate about anything. It's definitely only adding to your liking of him, and hearing him agree with you with such determination is making your heart rate increase.

"But that was just the beginning. After that, he saw me give up on Alby, leave him for dead. And I was the veteran- the one with all the experience and knowledge. So when Thomas saw me give up, he shouldn't have questioned it. But he did. Think about the willpower and strength it took to push Alby up that wall, centimetre by centimetre. It's psycho. It's freaking crazy."

He seems to take a breath before continuing even further.

"But that wasn't it. Then came the Grievers. I told Thomas we had to split up and I started the practised evasive manoeuvers, running in the patterns. Thomas, when he should've been wettin' his pants, took control, defied all laws of physics and gravity to get Alby up onto that wall, diverted the Grievers away from him, beat one off, found-"

"We get the point," Gally stops, halting Minho's actually quite enthralling retelling of the events. "Tommy here is a lucky shank."

"No," Minho sounds completely furious, "you worthless shuck, you don't get it! I've been here two years, and I've never seen anything like it. For you to say anything..." He trails off, followed by a loud groan of frustration.

You feel angry for him. He's right, you don't get it- you've never had to experience the horrors of the Maze and Minho does it literally every single day. How can Gally even think he has a leg to stand on?

"Gally," he's suddenly scarily calm, "you're nothing but a sissy who has never, not once, asked to be a Runner or tried out for it. You don't have the right to talk about things you don't understand. So shut your mouth."

"Say one more thing like that," you can imagine spit flying from Gally's mouth as he throws the words at your future boyfriend, "and I'll break your neck, right here in front of everyone."

"Great," Chuck mumbles, "we're already at death threats." You shush him again.

Minho laughs.

A sound that sends shivers down your spine. Probably because you can tell what's about to happen.

There's a loud slapping sound. It's followed by the noises of chairs crashing and breaking and several loud, incoherent shouts.

"I swear, Gally," Minho's voice rings above the commotion, "don't ever threaten me again. Don't ever speak to me again. Ever. If you do, I'll break your shuck neck, right after I'm done with your arms and legs."

Damn.

That was hot.

Should that be hot? Do you have some interesting problems?

Probably, yes, but that can he dealt with at a later date.

"Holy shit," you murmur, Chuck humming in shocked agreement.

There's a lot more shuffling and arguing, but unfortunately, Gally decides to talk even more.

"Things are different now. You shouldn't have done that, Minho. You should not have done that. I know you hate me, that you've always hated me. You should be Banished for your embarrassing inability to lead this group." You're assuming that this is directed at Newt. "You're shameful, and any one of you who stays here is no better. Things are going to change. This I promise."

Well, that's... ominous.

"And you, the Greenbean who thinks he's friggin' God. Don't forget I've seen you before- I've been through the Changing. What these guys decide doesn't mean jack. Whatever you came for- I swear on my life I'm gonna stop it. Kill you if I have to."

You're quick to grab Chuck, yanking him towards you and out of the way of the door which flies open. Gally looks shook up, clearly Minho did more than just shout at him from his dishevelled clothing and red face. He doesn't even glance at you as he slams the door behind him.

He storms off, leaving you and Chuck to, once again, exchange glances before shrugging it off and returning to your original positions.

The discourse continues, mainly about Gally and the Changing and what it all means, with Frypan pointing out that the guy has obviously lost his mind.

The structure falls apart pretty quick. Newt giving up completely as he makes Thomas speak his piece.

Newt finally makes his judgement.

"Here's my recommendation. You broke our bloody Number One Rule, so you get one day in the Slammer. That's your punishment. I also elect you as a Runner, effective the second this meeting's over. You've proven more in one night than most trainees do in weeks. As for you being the buggin' Keeper, forget it. Gally was right on that count- stupid idea."

You know Minho's playing a game when he argues this. "Why? He's the best we have- I swear it. The best should be the Keeper."

"Fine," Newt just wants to leave at this point, "if that's true, we'll make the change later. Give it a month and see if he proves himself."

"Good that." Minho sounds completely unfazed, almost expectant of this outcome.

The vote commences with everyone agreeing to Newt's terms; even with some queries from Winston. Newt agrees to the proposal of another Gathering if shit hits the fan.

You pull Chuck out of the way again as the door flies open, most of the Keepers in a hurry to leave. Both of you flash them some slightly suspicious, sheepish smiles because you couldn't get away quick enough to play it off.

Thomas and Minho head out, leaving Newt in the Gathering room but they continue talking in the doorway.

"Keeper?" Thomas questions, yet to notice you. "You want me to be a Keeper? You're nuttier than Gally by a long shot."

Minho fakes an evil grin. "Worked didn't it? Aim high, hit low." He playfully nudges Thomas, "Thank me later."

Thomas notices Chuck, looking between you and the boy, who speaks. "That sounded like a real klunk show."

Thomas scoffs, playfully shoving the younger kid.

Jeff suddenly comes running over, stuttering over something about Alby wanting to talk to Thomas, which peaks Newt's attention, and he shoots out of the room, grabbing Thomas and dragging them in the direction of Alby. Chuck follows, probably to take part in some more eavesdropping.

You're definitely not the best influence.

"That was quite the trick, Keeper," you exaggerate the 'Keeper', causing Minho to grin at you as you casually lean against the wall, finally gaining his attention.

"You're one to talk- you could get time in the Slammer for listening in on private affairs."

"You knew I was here?"

"'Course I did- I always know where you are. Can't afford not to." You roll your eyes. Of course, he noticed you were there- he's too perceptive not to.

You take a moment to admire him. Despite getting in a fight and shouting his lungs out, Minho looks as perfect as always. And the things he said and how he acted so in control and determined makes you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"What?" His voice becomes considerably lower. "You know you can't look at me like-"

In an instant, you stand up straight, grabbing his shirt with some force and yanking him towards you. He makes no effort to protest as you press your lips against his.

It's just a peck, but you're now very aware that this breaks the set of boundaries you'd both set.

"Shit," you whisper, "fuck, I forgot."

He lets out a low chuckle that almost has you squeezing your legs together. "You know, when I was out in the Maze, all I could think about was you."

Your heart skips a beat, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I just- I have everything I want right in front of me, and I didn't wanna shuck it up. But it took me nearly dying to realise I don't care anymore. This is dumb. I want you- and I can have you. Why wait?"

Your foreheads touch as his words bring tou closer together, noses touching, his eyes fixed on your lips.

"Why are you still waiting then?" That's all the confirmation he needs to ignite the kiss again. He pushes against you, your hands diving into his hair and humming into his mouth as you hit the wall behind you.

He effortlessly holds you in place, pushing his knee between your legs, hands holding your waist. Your lips dance against each other, tongues brushing just in the slightest, showing one another your wants but without taking things too far in such an open place.

"(Y/N)?" He breaks the kiss, panting more than he does after working all day.

"Yeah?"

"Do you, uh, do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

You scoff, taking him by surprise before pecking his lips once again.

"Yes, shucking obviously- I thought you'd never ask."

Wooo, finally finished this piece. It took me a hot minute but here it is. Sorry for any errors or anything, I've not reread it because it is very late but I just had to get this out.

Hope you guys enjoy :)

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[unreliablesnake]

The plan (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Sarah and Tommy have a plan to get you and Joel together. But your job came along...

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“You really don’t understand it,” Sarah noted with a wide grin as she watched her father in the kitchen.

Joel was about to order something for dinner, but his movements came to a halt when he looked over at his daughter. “What is it that I don’t understand?” he asked with knitted eyebrows.

The girl moved over to the counter and leaned her back against it with her arms folded over her chest. “She’s not dating Uncle Tommy,” she informed him.

“How do you know that?”

“Because he wants you to date her, duh,” she said as if it was that obvious.

For him it was everything but obvious. You and Tommy got along so well, with his military background and your position on the SWAT team it wasn't surprising that you two often went to a shooting range together, sometimes letting him and Sarah tag along. And every time he saw the chemistry. Maybe he didn't love you in a romantic way, but you sure loved him.

“She’s too young,” you said, coming up with the first excuse that came to his mind.

Sarah laughed at this, then waved her hand nonchalantly. “Age is just a number.”

“When did you become such an expert in love?”

“I’m just saying, I think he’s right, and you would be good together. And she's only what? Eight years younger than you? That doesn't seem that much.”

Letting out a sigh, Joel rested his elbows on the counter as he watched his daughter suspiciously. This conversation was so out of the blue that he had a feeling he just walked into a trap. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because Uncle Tommy and I may have other plans for tonight.” Joel furrowed his brows as he watched her. “We’re going to watch a movie after grabbing something, while you and her will have time to get a little closer,” she clarified.

He couldn’t help but laugh at this. “You have it all planned out, don’t you?” he asked, secretly proud of his daughter's scheming skills.

“And she doesn’t suspect a thing,” the girl said with a proud smile.

“What makes you so sure that I want this?”

Sarah picked up an apple and took a bite. “We can see the way you look at her. And you always compliment her, I’m sure that means something.”

With a roll of his eyes, Joel gave his daughter a semi-scolding look. “It only means we were raised right and learned that it’s always a good idea to compliment women when they deserve it.”

“If you say so,” Sarah told him with a wide grin.

Now that they were talking about you, Joel couldn’t help but think about his daughter’s suggestion. He did like you, that was true. He also found you attractive. And funny. And he sure as hell admired your dedication when it came to your job. “Are you sure Tommy's not into her?” he asked just to be sure.

Sarah’s lips curled into a smile teasingly. “Oh, you’re interested.”

“No, I'm just asking. I don’t want trouble,” Joel tried.

“No trouble in sight, don’t worry.” Suddenly they heard the front door closed, and within a few seconds Tommy entered the room. Sarah waved at him happily. “Good, you're here! I just told him everything about the plan.”

A sad look crossed Tommy's eyes as he looked at the girl. “She's not coming. She has to work tonight,” he announced.

Joel felt a hint of disappointment inside, after all he had just begun to accept their little plan. But you weren't coming. Maybe you knew something, and you simply chickened out because you didn't know how to tell him nicely that you weren't interested in him.

His brother sat on a chair by the dining table and watched his niece with a disappointed look. “And you weren't supposed to tell him everything. We were supposed to be discreet about this,” he added.

“You and being discreet,” Joel noted with a laugh.

Tommy picked up a salt shaker and threw it at his big brother who easily caught it. “If you want to know, she was excited about meeting us tonight, but there's nothing she can do about work. She wanted to give you something for your birthday.”

“I'm sure she was just excited to meet you. She always is,” Joel told him bitterly without thinking about his words.

“What do you mean? Why me?”

“Because she likes you, it's obvious,” he said.

Sarah looked at Tommy, then the two of them turned to Joel. “It's not true,” they said in unison.

“She doesn't like me that way, we've already discussed it once. But I know someone she likes,” Tommy teased him with a grin, but tje older Miller only let out a groan. “Come on, she wanted to give you a gift. She cares about you.”

Joel rolled his eyes and returned his attention to his phone to finally order something. He didn't know what to think, and since you weren't coming over, it didn't even matter. Whether you liked Tommy or not, he wasn't sure he had a chance with you.

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[onyxino]

In The Next Life

A chance encounter with what you thought was a random man leaves you more confused than ever when a dull pain etches its way into the back of you skull.

WC: 2.1k

CW: Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Eventual smut MDNI. Death. Gore. Grief. Past Lives. Modern AU.

It was the first time you’ve seen him but that’s impossible, Deja-vu maybe? No, you know him from somewhere but you just couldn’t place it. The stark white hair and crystal blue iris’, you feel like you know his features like the back of your hand.

‘Yo, are you okay?” he furrowed his brow. “I’d like to check out now.” He follows with an awkward chuckle.

Your eyes widened in horror as you come to realize you’ve just been standing here staring at this stranger. “My apologies sir! You just looked like someone.” you say as you quickly begin to bag up his items, They’re all extremely sweet, you make a mental note but for what purpose you have no idea.

He nodded his head not contributing to the conversation any further, you could feel his gaze drilling holes into the top of your skull. You suddenly felt clammy, he looked like someone but who?

“Alright Sir, that’ll be thirteen even!” You chirp, your inner customer service coming to surface. He pulled out his wallet and handed over the cash, the transaction finished without another word.

~ 

You’d like to say you had forgotten about the whole ordeal but you haven’t, his face, his mannerism, the sweets. They all seemed familiar to you, it was uncanny this feeling. It crept into your mind at every corner. Secretly you wished he’d come back in but also wishing you’d never see him again at the same time.

He crossed your mind every time you walked into the bakery, just like right now. You walked in at 6am sharp as you normally do. You let out a big sigh muttering  “Maybe, I'll see him today.” as you flicked the lights on bringing light to your hardwork and dreams. You opened the barkery 5 years ago when you turned 23. It had been a dream since you were small, you’ve always loved baking but you were never a sweets kind of person. An “Odd One.” Your mom called you for taking up an interest and then career in something you didn’t like to partake in yourself.

You smiled at the irony of it. Walking into the back you slid your apron on and readied up for the day.

~

3pm rolls around and you served quite a few patrons, today had been very busy to say the least. You almost had your mind off the mystery man which was very rare these days until you heard the door chime. “I’ll be with you in a second” your sing-song voice rang out through the lobby.

A smile plastered on your face until you turned around, standing before you was him, the man with the white hair and blue eyes. “I’m starting to think ya find me disturbingly ugly or something…” he said, shifting his weight to one leg and crossing his arms.

“NO- I mean no.” You stammer looking toward the ground “You just look like someone.”

“You said that last time, sweetheart, exactly who is it that I look like?” The question had you frozen on the spot. Who did he look like? 

“I really don’t know if I'm honest with you.” You sigh, shrugging your shoulders, tossing your rag aside and stepping up to the counter.

“Funny, cuz’ I was gonna say the same thing.” You cock your head at this “You look an awful lot like someone I know too.”

“I can guarantee we have neve met before.” You say swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Take your hat off and let your hair down.” You do as you’re told and his breathing hitches as if he's just choked up about something.

“Y/n.” Your eyes feel as if they are about to fall out of your head. 

“How do you know my name?” You question taking a step back, you have a slight pain in the back of your head now, it's dull.

“I really don’t know, I just felt that was your name?” He said not even sure of himself, your name just slid off his tongue with such ease.

“Well then what’s yours then?” You shoot back a little too eagerily.

“Satoru.” He said, waiting for your reaction. You face contorted as if you were thinking and it stayed that way for a few seconds. An image flashed in front of your eyes of the same man, only his hair is up and his eyes are covered but you just know it’s him.

“Your last name is Gojo?” You said maintaining direct eye contact.

“Maybe you know that from my credit card!” He accuses, trying to debunk this mind fuck of an interaction.

“I don't accept credit here, Gojo.” You point out, gesturing to the sign that reads ‘Cash Only’ on the front counter.

He just stares at you, his mind clouded with thought, looking for explanations, reasonings. Stuff like this just doesn't happen, only in movies. It’s all smoke in mirrors. The dull ache in the back of your head builds slowly. It’s almost as if your brain is working too hard and is overheating “Let me touch you .” your mouth moves faster than you mind.

Gojo’s face contorts into something of disgust. “Uh lady,are you out of your mind?” it felt like more of a statement than a question, and honestly you might as well have been.

“Hey you told me to take my hair down and I did that! Just lemme’ touch your hand or something.” You defend as you round the counter and start toward him.

He doesn’t protest , extending his hand to meet you and when you touch it feels like electricity. Shock waves send up your arm and down your spine, the pain in the back of your head intensifies just for a second as your vision blackens.

~~~~~~

“Gojo, you are absolutely insufferable.” A voice rings out, was it yours? It was yours. Though the comment was an insult, your voice sounded so airy and happy. Your vision clears and you come to see you’re in a traditional japanese school yard, the building is old and wooden but the well maintained and beautiful, safe feeling, as if there is a shield around it.

“Oh c’mon Mochi, I'm not that bad! It was a funny joke, laugh a lil.” A second voice chimed in from behind you, you turned to come face to face with the same man who just seconds ago was in your bakery. He looks the same, just dressed differently, his hair is up, sporting a black blindfold and what looks to be a black uniform just like the image that flashed before you only seconds ago.

“Your jokes aren’t funny, they’re cringe and only seven year olds laugh at them.” You say rolling your eyes.

“I’ll get ya one day, Mochi,” He says with a cocky grin.

The dull pain at the base of your skull returns, once again your vision fades to black.

~~~~~~ 

Your vision returns you to your current setting, quickly you pull your hand away from him. Your eyes quickly meet his and he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“Did you-” you start.

“Yes.” he cuts you off.

“The same exact thing?” You press.

“Yes.”

You feel shaky and you swallow the lump in your throat “Who exactly are you?” you ask, rubbing the back of your head the dull pain slowly dissipating.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” he shoots back.

“Did you recognize anything about where we were?” You ask maybe he’s been there, but it seems like you have been too, and yet you have no answers.

“I mean yeah, but in my twenty-eight years of living I have never once been there….but it all seems so familiar.”  he replies, shaking his head and bringing his hand to cradle his face.

“Well there is no doubt that we are dealing with something supernatural here.” You say, the look he dawns on his face is one of skepticism

“Hardly, we are probably just both sick or something.” He defends.

“How so? If we were sick, how would we feel and see the same hallucination? It doesn’t work like that, Gojo.” He cringes at the use of his name, as if it were painful.

“Dude, I have no idea but I think I need to get out of here.” He frimley states and turns to head toward the door.

“WAIT-” You call and he halts in his tracks “ At least give me your number so we can keep in touch. What if this furthers or-”

“Absolutely not, it's not gonna go any further cause we both are just sick or something, you should have this place checked for a gas leak.” He says roughly grabbing the door handle and throwing himself out the door.

~~~

Gojo shakes his head vigorously as he starts down the sidewalk of the bustling Tokyo streets. To him this was all a bunch of “fictitious bullshit.” 

But he couldn't deny this actually happened. It was probably some sort of gas leak in your bakery that caused both of you to go temporarily insane. He sighed as he made his way to his apartment, he was a little bummed he wanted to get something sweet for himself and your sweets were actually really good.

Sighing, he unlocked his apartment door and walked inside, the air felt stale and he felt this immediate sense of tired wash over him, he glanced at the clock. 4pm already, in just a few short hours he will have to head to bed, his highschool kids have a huge exam in the morning and he can’t afford to be tired.

Being a teacher wasn’t necessarily something he saw himself doing. In all honesty he hated the system and the only reason he put 110% of himself into this was because he wanted to reform the system to shape these kids into freethinkers. Into what the next generation really needs for leaders.

He let out an exhausted sigh and bent down to pick up a stack of graded papers from the coffee table. As he did this the subtle pain at the base of his skull returned to him. Gojo felt dizzy, like he needed to sit and now, plopping himself down on the couch he threw his head back and shut his eyes.

~~~~~

“GOJO SENSEI!” A voice called from behind him, turning he took in the appearance of a teenage boy who was running at him full speed he was almost concerned he wouldn't stop in time. The boy was just a foot in height difference, pink hair with a brown undercut, he couldn't help but smile at him. So full of energy.

“What’s up,Yuuji.” The words left his mouth like he’s said them before. Yuuji? That’s this boy’s name.

“YO! So, I need to show you something cool. I was sparring with Panda and we kinda got a lil rough and-” The boy then produces a detached stuffed animal arm from behind his back. 

He grimaced at the sight, “This boy isn't right.” he thought but the grimace faded into a smirk “Take him to Yaga.” again the words left him like they were routine like this was a normal occurrence for him and this boy.

“Sure thing! I just wanted to show you I’m getting stronger! I’m taking on the third year’s like they are nothing!”  The boy chanted fist pumping the air. Gojo couldn't help but widened his smile at this.

“Yuuji is definitely getting stronger.” He thought as if he knew this boy, as if he’s watched this kid grow up or something. 

Yuuji with his smile as big and as bright as ever turned and ran off the direction he came in.

~~~~~~

Gojo sat up with a gasp, his face covered in sweat. Wetness streamed down his face but not from his forehead but from his eyes….was he crying? Did seeing this boy make him cry? Surely not, he didn't even know this kid! At least he thought he didn't but everything about him seemed so familiar just like you had when he first saw you. The setting for this dream or hallucination or whatever you wanna call it was the same setting he saw the both of you two in previously.

He glanced at the clock again this time it read 8pm. He furrowed his eyebrows “There's no way I was out for four hours!?” he said aloud and quickly stood up. Muttering something about you paying for his medical bills as he stormed off towards his bedroom.

~~~~~

So that's just a lil snippet of what I'm currently working on…..I haven’t written for a very long time but I felt I need to come back to help me cope. If you know you know. I really wanna turn this into a series so just lemme know what you think (don't be mean to me I will cry)

I PROOFREAD BUT IM ALSO DYSLEXIC SO TAKE IT EASY

#satoru gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen #jjk manga

[copperbadge]

I'm sure I'm not being original, but surely there is an au where the King and Queen Emeritus court Jes Demos together? Given that the Queen had, uh, gal pals in their shared bed.

I think you're the first to suggest it actually!

(Honestly if I knew how much I'd expand this universe I would possibly not have had Miranda die, but that would have changed the series a lot and it's a trouser leg of time we won't go down.)

I can definitely see an AU where Miranda never got sick, and Michaelis and Miranda retired similar to the time frame in the books but found themselves still a little at loose ends the way Michaelis did in canon. I think Miranda, who could be imperious at times, might have been rather offended that Jes didn't do them the courtesy of notifying the palace they were doing the podcast about the country; she might very well have marched down to the recording studio to give that Deimos a piece of her mind not because she didn't like the podcast but because she felt it would have been polite to inform them.

I think a fight between her and Jes would have been fucking epic ("It's common courtesy!" "Are you attempting to curtail the freedom of the press?" "Are you delusional??" etc) and also extremely hot. And then Miranda would vent to Michaelis, who as a diplomat would attempt to smooth things over by inviting Jes and Lachlan to dinner on neutral ground and negotiating the Pax Podcastrum.

After which Lachlan would undoubtedly be like "it's a good thing you're bi because they both want a turn" which Jes scoffs at but also finds intriguing, and we go from there. It does add some twists and turns since Miranda would probably be the one more overtly interested, and Michaelis might just be like "If you like them, that's enough for me," but take a while to warm up to Jes.

In the canon, and this will pop up at some point, Miranda and Michaelis didn't have an open marriage (not that I thought you implied that, just clarifying generally) -- they had one close, intimate friend who wasn't around very much but basically was their booty call when she visited. I plan to have her show up eventually and be delighted by Jes and the positive change they've made in Michaelis. In this possible AU scenario I can see Michaelis and Miranda discussing the idea of perhaps a more permanent and stable arrangement with Jes. It'd be an interesting story to write, I think. The Emeriti Take A Young Lover. :D (I mean Jes is younger than they are...)

Fascinating to consider what they might tell Gregory and Noah. Not to mention whether the press would eventually get wind of it. I remember listening to one of my regular podcasts and one of the hosts speaking openly, but somewhat suddenly, about her polyamory, and my eyebrows shooting up. Not in judgement, I have no problem with polyamory and a lot of poly friends, it was just unexpected to hear someone being that upfront about it in a public forum that wasn't explicitly about the topic. I suspect the general reaction of the populace would be a) what and b) yeah if I could take any two of those people to bed I would too.

Be especially funny if at first everyone thinks it's an affair but can't figure out which one of them is cheating. Miranda would enjoy herself hugely. "We can finally have a sex scandal after forty years of marriage, my love. Let me at least bask in it for a week or two."

#shivadhverse

[brineffxiv]

I can't believe it. I think I'm still in shock. I'm in the past. The ancients' world. The world unsundered.

(accidentally left this picture in the last post when I cut it in half. Pretend I didn't do that please, XD)

Getting some fridge logic that modern peoples probably have the Ascians to thank for Aetherytes. Yes, we reverse-engineered the technology from the Allagans, but the ancients clearly have the same structures. Seems to me the logical middle step is that the Ascians assisted the Allagans in developing the technology.

...Anyway, that's not important right now...

Argos! And...

Venat? It must be. That's the only person I can think she could be. And it makes sense. She looks to have the same appearance as the form Hydaelyn took on the boat. Oh boy. I am filled with nervousness at the prospect of meeting her...

And finally, you must be Hermes. And... I don't have the slightest clue who the little bird person is.

I do not spy any likely candidates for Elidibus in this zone's preview, despite knowing I must meet him at some point. Hmmm...

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

I don't even know if I want to tell you. I don't even know if I can.

How do I explain what you became? That I killed you? How do I tell you that you will soon lose everything dear to you in the entire world, spend over twelve thousand years fighting to restore a fraction of it, and ultimately fail?

Hythlodaus made me a robe out of butterflies! I am never taking this off. Aaaaa!

Hythlodaeus also advises that, if anyone asks, I tell them I'm Azem's familiar. What, uh, what exactly has ancient me been up to to earn this sort of reputation?

Yes, please, assume I have no common sense. I wish to know ALL the worldbuilding details.

We are searching for Hermes by appearance, which is a novelty! He apparently has short, dark hair. I see I was correct in assuming that's who he was in the preview.

Found him!

Hermes is working by some pools, with creatures that appear to be axolotls?

Oh! Um, hi?

You're adorable. Okay. I'll be your friend. You talk a bit funny, are you intended to be neurodivergent?

Oh neat! You can talk in my mind? That--

Wait. Hang on. I see that "Hear, Feel, Think" in there.

Suddenly you are ominous.

Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch catch up with me, and the former makes introductions. Hythlodaeus already has a working relationship with Hermes through their jobs, though it has been some time since they have seen each other in person.

Hermes seems... apprehensive upon being introduced to a member of the Convocation.

Meteion's avid interest in me saves me from having to make my own introduction, and to explain why I'm here. I get to learn about her instead! She is a personal project of Hermes' that he hasn't submitted for approval yet. Her aether is really thin. Her name means "shooting star". All very important pieces of information, I am sure. I am watching this blue bird girl like a hawk. Ain't no way she's dropping the "hear, feel, think" line without being Significant.

The lads are here to have a Serious Business meeting with Hermes, but first he must put the ambystomas away. Unfortunately, one is missing.

Hythlodaeus may have found it... up a tree??

I must concur with Emet-Selch's bafflement. These things can climb?

Oh, my mistake, they can fly.

But, just because they can get up does not mean they can get down. Hermes runs off to rescue the creature, followed by Meteion. Followed by me. Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch stay behind to watch the rest of the ambystomas, which Hermes seems to have forgotten in his haste.

...Hermes, are you okay?

Heh. Hehehe... I didn't. I certainly didn't expect the Fandaniel I know, but... I... This is so wholesome!

Ah... Elpis makes me happy.

Hermes falls out of the tree, but he's okay, and the ambystoma is rescued, so all's well that ends well!

Aww, thank you. I will!

.

.

.

Oh, that's nice.

Wait.

Ktisis?

Ktiseos.

I... Have a bad feeling about this.

#ffxiv liveblog #rhesh'a tag #hermes #meteion #emet-selch #hythlodaeus #argos #possibly venat? #baseless speculation

[megabuild]

like . you can't manufacture a successful smp. the appeal of smps are the same of real play ttrpg podcasts i think in that. yeah you can have a plan. yeah you can have a backstory. but you can't railroad the entire time or it just feels so. disingenuous? the appeal of the media is that there is chance, there's a risk that things may not happen the way you wanted and you adjust accordingly. also at the end of the day a good mc smp is a bunch of blokes doing fuck all. - @smallesbeans

(irt to this post)

i think this is 100% on the dot and i've been struggling to come up with a direct answer to it for a couple days because there is so much i could say on this topic and i really don't even know where to begin without accidentally making this post a thousand words long. but i think the thing that really hits here is what you said about the appeal of mcyt being that there is chance. that's very true but more specifically i would say it's not chance, it's personality. people can say as much as they want that they only care about characters not ccs (very fair! i'm not trying to say they aren't characters!) but the fact is that what makes mcyt such a interesting medium is that the characters are played and written almost always in improv on the spot by the same real people which leads to very real personalities bleeding through. and i think preplanned lore if not done correctly can really damage that, because suddenly you're trying to focus on telling a story where the story is the focus rather than the characters and how they shape it. the problem with pow creations imo is that they are far too interested in telling their own stories and worlds while not allowing much space for the characters involved to shape it- these are things that are just happening to the characters, and they seem to have little agency or influence, so why should we care about them?

the funny part is that this is also a very valid method of storytelling- i was just reading about eugene scribe's theory of a "well-made play" recently. that is, a play "written in a formulaic manner which aims at neatness of plot and foregrounding of dramatic incident rather than naturalism, depth of characterization, intellectual substance, etc." but the problem is that, and i cannot stress this enough, MINECRAFT YOUTUBERS ARE NOT WRITERS. THEY ARE NOT PLAYWRIGHTS. THEY ARE NOT PROFESSIONALS. can they still create a compelling story? of course! can they still create a story that while not compelling still has value or merit? yes!! but pow seems so invested in the idea of weaving a story that they're shooting themselves in the foot by focusing npcs and other non-player characters and concepts in a medium where by default your viewer is going to engage with it through a player character. that's literally what makes mcyt special, that's what makes people care about the characters so much. why bother telling through a medium that forces you to see through one specific character's eyes if that character then has little to no bearing on the plot???

#asks #sunny #crit

[ramenrescue]

If it’s alright with you, can you talk a bit abt Asirpa and Ogata? I wanna know ur thoughts on them and their dynamic?

Yes!

Apologies in advance that this is just a looooong disorganized stream of consciousness. Also I don't own all the volumes and bingeread most of it during a "read everything for free" campaign, so please excuse any inaccuracies!

GK spoilers below

Firstly I find it so interesting that despite Shiraishi being part of the main squad with Sugimoto and Asirpa, that Ogata is the first person out of the main cast of people to come in contact with the protagonists. If he were the Sailor Scouts he'd be in the Sailor Mars position. I don't know how much Noda had planned when he first started serialization and I don't know how much I should read into this symbolism-wise, but still! cool!

I also really like how despite Sugimoto being there (who has a similar physical appearance to Yusaku enough to pass off as his double), Ogata fixates on Asirpa due to her pure soul giving off similar vibes as Yusaku. He draws parallels and projects his brother onto her (and arguably his own mom, too) which is very unhealthy and anyone aside from Ogata can see from a mile away this is not going to end well, but alas, this is how Ogata's brain works.

Ogata and Asirpa's interactions are interesting to analyze because there's a couple different interpretations for each one. I have my own biases but always love reading all the different ways others have interpreted them!

Ogata saying "citatap" or "hinna" and Asirpa being the ONLY one to hear it, and everyone elses' unimpressed faces -- I tend to interpret this as partially Ogata playing nice and partially him plotting to trick Asirpa into thinking he's a good guy -- mainly because at this point he kind of joined the squad by chance. Asirpa acting like a mom by feeding Ogata and treating him like a newborn who uttered his first word is honestly very heartwarming.

Ogata shooting Asirpa's father and Sugimoto -- I'm still not well-versed in the whole Kiroranke subplot but it seems like the plan only included Asirpa's father, correct? The fact that he also tried to kill Sugimoto is just so funny to me because it's just exhibit 724793274 of Ogata doing whatever he wants. There was no logical reason to kill Sugimoto, but the illogical, completely selfish reason to kill him is to isolate Asirpa from anything she loves and anything that loves her back. I'm like almost sure he went along with Kiroranke's plan to kill Asirpa's father mainly for the aforementioned reason and because he wanted to see Asirpa grow up without a father, like how HE grew up without a father and eventually got rid of him with his own hands.

Essentially, Ogata treats Asirpa as a fresh test subject for his whole nature vs. nurture experiment. Before, Ogata himself was the test subject: he was experimenting by killing the people around him. He killed his mom to test if his dad would care enough to come to the funeral; he killed Yusaku to test if his dad would start caring about him instead; he killed his dad to see if Tsurumi would start caring about him (I'm taking Usami's analysis of Ogata's character at face value here). Unfortunately, his experiments are all failures. He hypothesizes (the oddly optimistic) outcome that SOMEONE will start caring about him, and they ALL fail. His dad doesn't come to the funeral, his dad doesn't suddenly dote on him because Yusaku is dead, and Tsurumi's attention is divided amongst like 3~5 other dudes.

Ogata fixates on Yusaku and how different he is compared to him despite them sharing the same father, to the point that Ogata starts a side experiment in which he tries to test his hypothesis that "no one feels guilt when killing another human and this is true regardless of ones' upbringing or bloodline". He experiences a PROFOUND failure in that Yusaku not only refuses to kill the prisoner, he straight up tells Ogata he is wrong and that "there is no way a person does not feel guilt upon killing another person".

This failure is so profound (I'm almost certain he killed Yusaku as 90% because of this and 10% as trying to gain attention from his father) that trying to prove Yusaku wrong becomes his main experiment. For this he needs a new test subject - and this is where Asirpa comes in. Ogata is his own n=1 (success?). Yusaku was an n=2 (failure). Asirpa is his n=3. It's interesting that Ogata killing Sugimoto and Asirpa's father can also be a test to see if Asirpa would start caring about him, like he's trying to test his old hypothesis while setting Asirpa up for his nature vs. nurture experiment. How efficient of him. We love to see it.

The Karafuto confrontation(?) with Asirpa -- okay it lowkey broke my heart to see Ogata saying "I guess it can't be me after all" which is just him accepting yet another failure to manipulate someone into loving him by killing someone off. I feel like someone with Ogata's level of perception would be able to foresee (bad) outcome of his experiments, but he always ends up going for the pie in the sky?? and inevitably failing every time?? It's almost as if he's failed so many times he knows he's going to fail so he keeps going and self-sabotages by going for things that are impossible. Also it's poetic that the way he gave himself away is that his irrational side that yearns for love overtook his rational side and he inserted himself too much into his bullshitting about Sugimoto.

His final confrontation with Asirpa on the moving train -- Chapter 309/310 is so beautiful. I constantly have this part open on Bookwalker (app where I buy and store my manga) and give myself psychic damage every time I open the app. First of all, I love the way Asirpa's eyes turned PITCH BLACK when she shot Ogata. And the way Ogata LOOKED AT HER right after...with the sweat oozing out of his forehead and him being drawn with the outline of his pupil (rare)!? The way his mouth was contorted into a grimace AND a grin!? Stop everything right fucking there. I think that might've been the highlight of Ogata's life. His experiment worked! The n=3 has shown him that yes, even pure people like Asirpa, are capable of killing without remorse (or so he thinks). Now he can use Asirpa to prove that Yusaku was bullshit until he reappears and Ogatas from Christmas Past come out of the woodworks to tell himself "actually you were wrong, you DID feel guilt". The Hivemind of Ogatas defeat him by reaching some kind of state of acceptance, and it almost feels like they're honored that Asirpa is the one to kill him.

Who can blame him? Asirpa fed him, cared for him when he was ill, appreciated all the birds he hunted, appreciated all the reindeer he hunted. Asirpa is very special to Ogata. Going back to the "citatap" "hinna" moments, it makes me wonder if part of that was genuine. What's interesting and a little tragic is like, Ogata views Asirpa as a source of "light" but Asirpa isn't just a ray of sunshine to Ogata -- IIRC Sugimoto also refers to her his "light" as well -- and she manages to tease out a lightheartedness in the most hard-core dudes like "Dick-sensei" Ushiyama and "Grandpa" Hijitaka. Ogata's no exception.

And I think that's why I've analyzed most of their dynamic from a Ogata-centric perspective: Asirpa is very special to Ogata, but Ogata is not all that special to Asirpa. She's like Jesus and Ogata's just one of the disciples. Ogata (and other characters) arguably had a profound impact on Asirpa's life, but her defining influences are her father and Sugimoto. Even her motivation to kill Ogata is driven not because she was influenced by Ogata, nor is she trying to get revenge for her father's death, but because she is acting on her commitment as Sugimoto's partner. What is kind of ironic and beautiful is that in that moment that Asirpa shoots Ogata and contributes significantly to his death, he does, in fact, become special to her: by becoming the first person she intentionally killed.

The act of Ogata shooting himself is an interesting point of discussion because I can argue that "technically, Ogata killed himself" OR I can say "Asirpa's poisoned arrow would've killed him eventually so it doesn't matter whether or not Ogata fired that final shot: Asirpa killed Ogata." I actually think both are true!

It can be debated that Ogata shot himself because he would've rather died than accept that he was wrong this whole time. I do see that. I think it's also highly plausible that Ogata, who rapidly psychoanalyzed himself in the last moments of his life, had some kind of spiritual awakening to do a good deed for once in his life and try to take away Asirpa's impending guilt by killing himself. This is analogous to Sugimoto ripping out Ogata's poisoned eyeball in Karafuto and preventing Asirpa from getting her first kill. It seems like there are "many" rational Ogatas (plus Yusaku) arguing against the one sweaty, irrational Ogata, and the final action of the physical Ogata appeared to be very calm and rational -- I mean he was rational enough to balance his gun just right and carefully used a sword to pull the trigger -- so the one making decisions in the physical world could arguably have been the collective hivemind of rational Ogatas moving Ogata's physical body in one last action of empathy towards Asirpa.

What is interesting is that this act of supposed empathy did nothing to assuage Asirpa's discomfort with killing a human being. After she shoots the bear, Asirpa is seen squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head to look towards the direction that Ogata's body fell. There are a few characters in the story with completely darkened pupils and there are a few others like Sugimoto, Kiroranke, and Wilk who manage to keep the "glint" in their eyes despite having killed many -- so I truly do not know what makes them different, but I do know what Asirpa's mental strength far surpasses that of Ogata's (and possibly everyone in the story), and I think her eyes regaining their natural glow (catalyzed by Sugimoto reminding her that she has proved herself to be his partner by this intentional kill) is symbolic of her rapid acceptance of her own guilt.

TLDR: I think Oripa is a little fucked up, and it's great!

#asks #ogata #asirpa #oripa

[evermourning]

𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader (bewitched series pt. 7)

genre: angst, hurt/no comfort, non!idol au, unrequited love

wc: 1.2k

warnings: yn is toxic as hell. don't be like them, language, changbin's pov, yunho from ateez is mentioned, mentions of cheating, you are definitely gonna hate me for this

a/n: i think i projected a lil

changbin remembered the day he fell for you like it was literally yesterday.

it was the first day of spring that didn't feel as if it was still freezing cold. the first leaves were starting to appear, beautiful yet minuscule bursts of green upon barren branches.

he'd slipped into the nearest café, hoping for a warm drink, when he saw you sitting at a table in the back, tapping away on your laptop. just looking at you had changbin's cheeks growing rosy. he knew he had to shoot his shot.

"i'm sorry - i don't mean to intrude, but i think you're absolutely stunning." changbin said, a bit flustered. you had looked up from your laptop, smiling.

"that made my day...thank you." you smiled, your eyes piercing his. his heart swooned.

"do you think i could...you know...take you out on a date sometime?" he asked suddenly, playing with his thumbs a bit anxiously.

"oh, sure! i'd love that." you'd replied, shaking his hand. "i'm yn. you?"

"changbin. seo changbin. and don't you forget it."

spring and summer were an absolute euphoric time period for him. the first date had gone amazing, and so had the next, and the next after that. you were so interesting and funny. every single time changbin saw your face, it was like the butterflies in his stomach began to migrate, blood rushing to his cheeks. as his love grew, so did his attachment to you. he sent you texts every single day, gave you his all.

but just as everything else is, seasons are not permanent. the leaves fell from the trees, laying wasted on the ground as the earth returned to its hibernating state. changbin was embarrassed. he felt so stupid. was he always this oblivious? the signs were so obvious, why couldn't he see them? regret flooded through him like it was those feelings of overwhelming love he used to feel so strongly.

it'd been a rainy thursday morning. changbin had plans with you, you were just going to come over and spend the day with him. when you arrived, the two of you had a lovely brunch together before cuddling up to watch a movie. you'd dozed off, head resting comfortably upon his broad shoulder. the movie had reached a bit of a low point, so changbin was scrolling through his phone, when he received a notification from chan.

chan, 1:02pm: hey, can we talk? i need to talk to you about something really important, so just brace yourself.

changbin, 1:02 pm: okay...is everything alright?

the three dots on the bottom left of changbin's scream were there, floating up and down for an uncomfortable amount of time. when chan stopped typing before continuing, changbin's heart nearly stopped. when chan finally sent a very long paragraph, along with photos, changbin wanted to genuinely die.

chan, 1:08pm: so i know that you've been dating yn since like april, right? i was working my shift at the coffee shop and i take my weekend shifts with this yunho kid, he's a great guy and all, i've mentioned him to you a few times. he was talking about how blessed he was to have such a loving and caring partner and he referred to them as yn? i was like "oh cool they have the same name as binnie's partner!"...and then he showed me a picture of the two of them

chan: 1:09pm: it was your yn...i'm so sorry :(

attached to the text were pictures of you and yunho, happily in love. like a sharpened dagger slicing every single one of changbin's arteries.

"hm? bin, who are you texting?" you mumbled sleepily, yawning, changbin could only look at you with horror and disbelief. "is everything okay?"

he nodded, still feeling numb.

"i uh, forgot i had somewhere to be soon, it's kinda sudden and everything, sorry..."

you smiled at him gently, before kissing his cheek and leaving with a soft "i love you, see you around." how many times had you done that, murmured sweet nothings and whatnot to him when you were in reality, very in love with someone else? when you'd walk faster than changbin, as if you were escaping him, were you actually trying to run to yunho? when you were kissing changbin, supposedly filled with total adoration, did you really desire to be kissing his replacement instead?

he'd loved you so much, he settled for less. there were so many other people better suited for him, but he only wanted you. even though you were quite horrid in terms of commitment, the memories you two had made were real to him.

and so, seo changbin's eternal winter began, a freezing cold time of utter grief and disarray.

now, as snow fell in blankets outside of his apartment, changbin laid in his bed, staring at the white, relatively boring ceiling. nothing could get him to fall asleep. sometimes, he'd close his eyes and your memory absolutely haunted him. he'd broken up with you, but that didn't mean his feelings were over. sometimes, he saw you around town with yunho. he wanted to cry.

he knew that when he loved, he put his all into the relationship and was completely vulnerable. changbin loved, yes, but he loved way too much. he desperately journeyed across and around the earth again and again, searching hopelessly for that special soul who's fate was intertwined with his, and he got hurt each and every time. it was a tough thing to bear, but even harder to confess.

strangely, there was really nothing to miss about your relationship. sure, it'd had its moments, but at the end of the day it really was some unfathomably textbook relationship. and if he had to be honest? his life had improved so much since he last spoke to you, focusing on work and friends and family, but if everything was better in some fucked up way of thinking, why was he laying awake, shattered from the thought of you?

if you came to his house in the pouring rain, saying you were single, would he stand a chance? would you want him back?

no.

you were not the victim here. changbin was warned by all his friends and even his older sister that dating you was a bad idea. that his love life would end in tragedy. that he was way too attached to someone not reacting the same. but he didn't listen, he never did. not when it came to you. maybe if he saw you again, older and wiser, more mature, in love with someone who'd actually treat him right, maybe he'd lend an ear to their pleas.

but for now, he was clinging frantically onto this mess of an old relationship he'd had with you. he was fighting for his life, kicking and screaming as they dragged him away. you were his everything, but you'd decided not to put him at the top of your list.

he was just second best, again.

@evermourning, ©2023. all rights reserved.

#ren writes!! <3 #evermourning #skz #stray kids #stray kids angst #angst fic #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #seo changbin #changbin skz #changbin angst #changbin #changbin x reader #seo changbin x reader #bewitched set...entry vii