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xonepeacelovex · 2 years

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Characters: Asahi Hamada (Treasure) x Y/N (Reader)

Genre: Strangers AU | Narration + SocMed (to be updated)

Trigger/Content Warning: None

Word count: 2.5k

Summary:

"So this is where we end?”

“This is where we end.”

Inspiration: Begin Again | Movie

A/N: I’d really appreciate if you’ll take time to listen to the songs. Thank you. Happy reading. :))

Asahi’s POV

He’s an artist for god’s sake. A goddamn artist who doesn’t have a place on this world apparently. Asahi was sitting down on one of the benches in the park. Mad at his employers. Mad at the world. Mad for himself. Mad at himself. He can’t even let go of his ego for once. Now he is jobless like what everybody thinks of someone like himself. With a bag and the camera he always carries, he decided he needed something to calm him down. It looks like it’s a bout to rain also. Does the bars around in this city sell alcohol in the middle of a day, he wondered.

The place was full packed, surprisingly for a bar located in a secluded area. But the rain was already pouring hard so he had no choice but to enter and find his place inside it.

“Can I have a glass of beer?” The bartender nodded at him while he patiently waited for it.

The faint sound of guitar strumming caught his attention, bringing his eyes on the small stage set up on the corner of the bar. His eyes landed on you, a single lighting on you giving him a chance to see you even from the back of the bar where he is.

“Here is your beer,” the bartender announced. He thanked him and paid already for the beer. He downed it in one go before going somewhere where he can see you better. He doesn’t mind standing for a few minutes. He just had to see you.

The people around doesn’t pay any attention to you, busy on their own business to even notice how captivating your voice is or how the lyrics to the song you are singing is absolutely heartbreaking. He can’t help but to stare at you, you obviously know no one is listening to you but you kept on singing anyway. He took out his camera, immediately pointing it towards you. Everything is perfect on his viewfinder. He looked at you once more before clicking the shutter.

“It’s a song I’ve written… Thank you,” you awkwardly said before going down the platform. A smile made its way to his lips. You are also an artist, a goddamn good one. Someone at the side of the stage clapped loudly first then few people followed him. He gives you a hug before getting on the stage himself.

“That’s my friend right there. I’ll surely miss you, Y/N,” he said in the mic, looking at you, giving you once more a round of applause before he performs. You wave at your friend with a smile before you get your things on one of the seats. Y/N’s POV Thankfully, the rain stopped pouring but the pavement are still wet. You carefully walk while you are going through the playlist on your phone, “Wait,” a voice called out. Finding the song you’ve been looking for, you put your earphones, not knowing someone calling out for you.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6jGnykaS6TkWp15utXSAeI?si=0370c6a1fc074838

You started humming, looking at your wrist watch.

“Wait!” A voice called out again, louder this time.

You are about to looked back when someone popped out beside you making you stopped walking. Flustered, you looked at the man in front of you.

Is he a threat? Drunk? Does he need help?

You pulled your earphones out and waited for the man to talk again. “I’m sorry but you didn’t say the title of your song.” Someone listened to you?, you smile at the thought, “It doesn’t have a title.”

“Ohhh…”

He avoided your eye contact. You can see how he was struggling to continue or to end the conversation. You laugh when he made an innocent reaction. He looked at you when he heard you laughing at him, “Oh no. I’m not laughing at you. I’m just surprised someone actually listened to me singing and not getting their ass drunk in the middle of a day. Though they can absolutely do that. Not that I’m judging them. Wait. I’m rambling nonsense already.”

You paused before sighing because of how embarrassed you are. Heart pounding, wishing that the man in front of you doesn’t think you are weird. “I’m not weird,” you blurted out making things more worse.

He gave you a smile, like reassuring you he doesn’t think of you like that, “I’m not weird either.” “Good.” “Great.” You both nodded at each other.

“Can I ask is there a way I can listen to it?” Is there a way he can listen to it? You thought for a second before nodding at him. “Cool. Is it on Soundcloud or Spotify?”

The first person to ask you about your song. Maybe it’s not a bad idea to tag him along on your little adventure. Either if he is a good guy or a bad guy, you��ll be safe anyway.

“No.” His excitement died down when you answered him. “But I can give you a copy of it. Not for free though.” He immediately search his bag for his wallet when you stopped him, holding his wrist. “Not that kind of payment. What do you think about going on a little adventure?” You waited for him to think about it. “Well not really an adventure. Just walking around this city. You know, trying food, going to famous tourist spots and whatnot.” Sighing, “So?”

“For the copy of your song?” he paused, before a smile broke into his lips, “I’m in.” “I’m Asa-“ handing his hand out for a shake when you stopped him, “Can we not give each other’s name?” you asked him. A strange request he thought but he agreed with you anyway.

You walked silently, waiting him to follow your cue, he followed you shortly after.

“Do you have your earphones with you?” He pulled out a headphone out from his bag. You nodded, searching the audio splitter on your bag too. Silently putting his headphone and your earphone on the audio splitter before inserting it on your phone. You waited for him to put his headphone before pressing the song play.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6LLUiWmVoiPm27QNzBNc3j?si=07f9353c83934e64

He smiles before removing one of the headphone in his ear, “Begin Again?”. You did the same with your earphones before nodding at him. “That explains the audio splitter,” he said.

“You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist,” you recited your favorite quotes from the movie. “Let’s know each other by our song choices. What do you think?”

“I’m afraid cause you’re a singer.” “Don’t because I’m not a singer. I just sing.”

Asahi’s POV And you sing beautifully, he wanted to add.

You’ll know someone based on the songs they listened to but for him, the film someone loves can tell you their struggles in life. He thought if you also relate to the characters in the movie Begin Again. Are you also someone who is going through a break-up? Or someone who lost their job like him?

Sharing his playlist to someone is something he doesn’t think he’ll do but he found himself thinking about the songs he wanted to share with you.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/05wIrZSwuaVWhcv5FfqeH0?si=2c9d90b675b74f24

Y/N’s POV

“Really?” you said to him when you heard the familiar drumbeat while he handed you back your phone. You pointed with your whole hand the sidewalk you both were walking in, it’s still wet then the sky that is still cloudy. But none of that matter to him as he can’t help but move his shoulders to the beat of the drums.

You closed your eyes with your hand when he started dancing in the middle of the street. You looked at him again this time moving your hand in your open mouth, surprised that other people are watching you two now.

“C’mon,” he said making you looked back at him, he has this cheeky smile. You swayed lightly, giving in. The people passing by giving you weird looks now. You stopped and watched him for a second before you hold his wrist and pulling him towards an ice cream parlor. Saving both of you from further embarrassment. You two are not weird. Both of you are crazy for dancing in the middle of a sidewalk.

The empty ice cream parlor was filled with the sound of laughter.

“I can’t believe I did that,” you admitted to him, “But really ‘Walking on Sunshine’? I saw you downing a glass of beer on one shot earlier.”

Is it okay to ask him? But you didn’t ask him directly.

He smiles, “I just wanted to know if you’ll also join me in my craziness.”

“I got you,” assuring him, “What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Grapes.”

“I’m sorry. What again?” “Grapes.” You expected rocky road or maybe even mint chocolate but not grapes. Luckily, this ice cream parlor had every flavor. You simply got a cookies and cream flavor. You handed him the cup of his ice cream.

He just continues to surprise you the more you spend your time with him.

“It’s my turn now right?” grinning at him. Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/2LMkwUfqC6S6s6qDVlEuzV?si=ea6112d184e34e59

“Are you okay?” He stopped eating his ice cream putting the whole cup on the table, looking at you with knitted eyebrows. Chuckling at him, before doing the same, “I-“ Is there an easy way to say what you are about to say? “It’s too late for me,” you smiled at him before looking down at your melting ice cream cup. Your smile fading away the more you talk, “He love someone else now. Maybe in another universe, we’ll have our happy ending.”

You waited for his response and when did not utter a single word, “And that’s White Ferrari for you,” you joked at him making him laugh. “Your turn.” Asahi’s POV Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/5cii8kYu4Ti6UigNiRCpCw?si=4b5092c81de04f66

“Jonathan Larson?” you excitedly asked him while he open the door for you while exiting the ice cream parlor. “How can you know it’s time to let go?”

“Of your dreams?” He nodded. “You need to decide. Are you letting yourself be led by fear or by love?” You recited one of his favorite lines in the movie trailer of tick, tick… BOOM!.

“Fear. Absolutely fear,” he answered like how the main character answered it. You laugh at him, “Kidding aside, I got fired. Because it is not only my dreams I can’t let go but also my pride in my works. They just… don’t see my vision,” he ranted at you, aware that you are listening to him attentively.

“Am I killing the mood?” “I saw you taking my picture earlier with a film camera.” “Oh... I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. I know you have a great vision,” you said with a straight face that he got flustered. Asahi doesn’t know if you are joking or not. “I’m joking.” What you said got his heart beating faster, he’s sure all the blood rushed to his face now. He can feel his cheeks are getting hotter including his ears. “I just wanted to ask for a copy of it but I know it’ll take a long time to process the film.” “I’ll give you a copy.” “Really?” “You are giving me a copy of your song so it’s only fair.” You grin from ear to ear, “How about take pictures of our little adventure? If I have new songs, I’ll make sure you’ll hear it,” You suggested, giving him another deal he cannot refuse. “I’m in.”

Y/N’s POV Satisfied with his answer, you excitedly searched for the song you wanted him to hear, putting it on queue.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6uubvaXbqj0do75wZFrecY?si=8937167491bb416a

“This is gonna be our little secret,” you whispered to him. You wanted him to listen to this song, know that there’s no need to rush. There’s no need to let go. We’ll be lost but we’ll also be found.

“Give me your camera,” without hesitation he gave you his camera, you pushed him gently in front of you, “I’ll take a picture of you.” He stopped and looked at you, “This feels awkward. I’m always behind the camera.” While you back away from him, making sure to get the picturesque background. “You look fine. Just pose,” looking at him at the viewfinder. More than fine if you’ll be honest to yourself. You enjoyed taking his pictures and you know he’s also taking pictures of you. You believe most of them are candid because he never asked you to pose or to stand in front of something unlike what you did with him. You wondered how the pictures would turn out.

Asahi’s POV He looked up at the sky, some stars are now visible. The sky is clear now unlike the weather earlier that day. As the day turned into night, Asahi felt that the time is running out. Movies and songs are not enough to know you. He can’t do anything because he agreed with you earlier, no asking of personal details. “Hey. Is ramen okay with you?” you asked him exiting the ramen restaurant in the alley. Asahi nodded, he got hungry when you both smelled the ramen upon passing the alley. “Come inside,” pulling him.

“It’s your turn now,” giving him your phone. Instead of what song he wanted to share with you, he picked the song that conveyed what he’s feeling right now, adding it to the queue.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6bFsQ6yOp3z5mGNkhWP0P1?si=a4da3bd3bd8e4308

You smile to yourself and began to ask him what he wants, ordering it including for yours. You did not say anything this time. Just looking outside the glass window of the ramen restaurant. Entertaining yourself with the cat passing by, he searched for his camera immediately. Asahi just need to capture the serene moment. When you heard the click of his camera, you turned your back and watched him with his camera before you smiled at directly at camera. The first time you looked at him, taking a picture of you. “At least I have one picture, looking at the camera.” He got embarrassed that you knew he’s only taking candid photos of you. Thankfully, the ramen arrived saving him from answering you.

“Thank you for the food,” you said and he copied you. Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/3Un9IKqqC6LEqjwKsFWrqx?si=f7161f6556834970

When Asahi heard the song, he knew you answered him already so he did what he just can. He’s making the left time worth every second as you also did. Telling each stories, sharing interests, doing some hidden talents, anything that would make the day worth it until it’s time to say goodbye. Y/N’s POV In front of the closing ramen restaurant, you pulled out the cord of his headset on your audio splitter before you also wrapped your earphone to your phone, putting everything inside your bag. The stranger whom you’ve known for the day, had his camera and bag hanging on his shoulders. Both of you are looking at each other. Will you ever forget his face? You stared at him shamelessly this time, memorizing his face as you can.

“Before I even forgot,” you said, rummaging your bag for a cd that have your song on it, “This is what I promised.” Handing him the cd on a case that have nothing but a phrase you’ve written on it.

He’s an art only to touched with my eyes. He get it and read what you’ve written silently. He knows the cd is not really for him, looking back at you.

“So this is where we end?”

“This is where end.”

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eetherealgoddess · 1 month

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Hey, I just had a really good idea for u to write. A yandere bonten and a singer/ famous reader. I really love your writing style, and I get sooo excited when I see u post something 🫶🤭

Thank youu!! I get excited for good requests :)

ꨄMelodic Ruinꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten/Famous Singer Au

❦You’re an artist who caught Bonten’s attention❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

(Mostly Mikey but you’ll see what I mean)

❣︎I know in real life the manager doesn’t “own” the singer, but in this story, the reader will have signed all of their artistic rights to the manager so that the plot will make sense❣︎

Not fully proofread

Japanese language is red

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Melodic Ruin

Claps could be heard echoing throughout the concert hall as you stood on the surface with a sweet smile, thanking the audience before walking off the stage, the lights shutting off behind you as the crowd began to make their leave. The long dress you wore hugging your figure as the train of the fabric followed behind. You had just completed the last performance for your concert, your hands rubbing along your sides as you released a breath of relief. Of course you don’t get as much anxiety as you did when you first started singing in front of thousands of people, you just really cared about your craft. A perfectionist you could say. This particular performance was important as well considering the extra onlookers your manager warned you about, you having noticed a few of the “important” people in the VIP seats when you were on the stage.

You are ranked as a famous singer in your country, not having been worldwide just yet besides the few videos of you singing at home or in the studio that went viral, as well as your first album that was released recently. You’re a new industry baby, but you’re still trying to keep your own personality in your work without getting controlled by any record deal which is why you’re an independent artist. You take pride in your art, creative by heart and ambitious by nature. It took you quite a few years of releasing singles and singing social media videos to finally get noticed for your talent. You’re proud of yourself which is something that doesn’t happen often enough. You’re not exactly at the top yet but you’re not mad with where you’re at.

“Good job, Y/n! You’ve caught quite the attention!” Your manager greets you just as you made it backstage, offering you the business card in her hand. You look down and take the paper on your own, eyeing the print. Your eyes widened.

“I got invited to perform in JAPAN?!” You exclaim. Never have you ever gotten an opportunity to go out of the country, only touring around local concerts although still popular by demand.

“A private, high classed lounge owned by club owners Haitani Ran and Haitani Rin! Isn’t this great news?” She beams as she holds her hands up. You look at her with your eyes glistening, a wide smile on your face as you feel so grateful for the opportunity. And to be personally invited to perform at this specific lounge is a huge deal for you. You’ll have more of a chance at getting acquainted with bigger connections. It’s intimidating, yet you couldn’t help the excitement that your hard work is finally paying off even bigger than it has.

“We’re leaving first thing tomorrow so get your bags packed because it’s gonna be a long trip!” Your manager says before giving your arms a tight squeeze. “You deserve this, Y/n. Bask in it now because before you know it, you’ll be attracting even bigger opportunities.” She walks off, leaving you with the business card as you read the print once more.

You immediately change before packing your bags when you make it home, excitement making it hard to fall asleep although eager for the next day to come. It was early in the morning when you and your manager met at the airport holding your private jet. Checking your consistent notifications as well as scrolling through social media. Sitting on the plane was full of thought while you listened to the music blasting from your headphones, thinking about the venue you’d be performing at. How intimate it’ll be to sing amongst all of those people who will be judging you, observing your creativity to see if it’s worth the profit.

An empty estate was offered to you and your manager, coming upon a penthouse once your driver dropped you off. Your manager basked in the luxury as she unpacked, talking your ear off as if she’s more excited than you. You chuckle at the thought before heading to your own bedroom to unpack, an eyebrow raising at the name tagged on the door. When you opened the door, you were met with a modernized luxury bedroom. The body sized window gives you a beautiful view of the city from above. You stood there a moment before turning around to get your outfit ready for the night, already having notified your manager to not call the stylist since you already had an idea of what you were going to wear.

When evening finally struck you had just climbed into the vehicle, your driver helping you in before shutting the door behind you, along with your two security guards who traveled with you. Your manager sat in the passenger seat, the black suv moving along as you eye through the tinted window. Your nerves are struck, having never performed in a country other than your own. Especially with the presence of numerous important individuals, you couldn’t afford to make any rookie mistakes.

When you arrived, you were helped out of the car, different locals being held back by guards already posted for the lounge, keeping the crowd behind the ropes as you walked along the red carpet. You waved and smiled as people screamed your name and song lyrics, cameras flashing as well as paparazzi ready for the next best shot. Finally making it inside, you were greeted with a beautiful melody, red covering the walls with a marble floor. Gold decor plastered along as well as the large chandelier hanging from the middle of the room.

A red rug sat in the middle of the floor along with cushioned chairs and glass tables, a bar across from the stage as well as many people conversing with champagne and other alcoholic beverages. A woman holds a microphone on the stage, entertaining the audience with beautiful harmony. Everyone wears all black formal attire, causing you to look down at your shimmery, golden gown with a grimace. You turn to your manager as you both walk down the hall in the opposite direction, heading for the dressing room.

“I thought I was supposed to wear gold.” You say softly. She smirks.

“You are. Don’t forget, Y/n. This is your special night.”

My special night, right.

You take a deep breath before one of your security guards opens the dressing room.

Your eyes perk at the man standing inside. He turns his head back before walking towards you with a smile. You eye his purple orbs before examining the suit accenting his broad figure. His neck tattoo displays a symbol you’ve never seen before, though it fit him well. Fingers run through his short, dyed hair as he gets closer.

“Welcome, Y/n. Haitani, Ran.” He states, holding a hand out. You smile politely, ignoring your anxiety as you shake his hand. You couldn’t help but notice how soft his skin felt against yours.

“Hello, Mr. Haitani. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” You beam, subconsciously rubbing your palms against the fabric of your dress, refraining from picking at the dress.

“Please, call me Ran. The pleasure is all mine. We are grateful to have you here.” He says, before connecting his lips with the back of your hand, gaze still holding yours. You felt your face warm, having never been handled so gently by a man considering the type of males that live in your hometown. Your manager walks up, both of them greeting each other, though her body is slightly tense when she gives him a tight smile. You fail to notice the display of tension, too focused on the tingling sensation lingering from the contact with your hand.

“I see that gold fits you very well. Best choice I’ve ever made.” He chuckled. So he recommended it to your manager?

That brings you comfort knowing you hadn’t made a mistake, after all it never felt good to be the odd one out because of misinformation.

“Indeed it is. Y/n, let’s get you ready to perform!” Your manager eased her arm around your shoulder before pulling you off, Ran waving bye as he exited the room while you shifted your gaze at her with confusion.

“What was that about?” You question her as she fixes her own makeup in the mirror.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The way you just interr…”

“Y/n.” She breathes out. “Let’s focus on your music, yeah?” She says as she touches up your face. You nod your head right before an employee comes in to queue you. You exhale before heading down the hall behind the stage.

“Please give a warm welcome to Ms. Y/n!”

Straightening your back, you stepped onto the stage, revealing yourself to the audience who claps and cheers, giving you the welcome you deserve. You gaze at the beautiful view of the crowd, noticing a familiar suit sitting with eight other interesting looking men. You greet the crowd right before the music begins, beginning your performance as everyone quiets down, along with the light over the audience dimming.

During your performance, you allow yourself to get lost in the music. Closing your eyes as your hand moves along, flowing with the melody as your beautiful voice harmonizes well with the piano. Your head tilts as you release a stronger note that comes from the base of your voice, tightening your grip on the microphone as you walk along the stage. The slit of your gown opens slightly, exposing your thigh as you move across the stage. Your gaze shifts to different sides of the lounge, making eye contact with a few of the audience members as some of them sway their upper bodies with your song.

The frequency of your voice brings a sense of calmness to the crowd, some with their palm holding their cheek up as they wear a smile, pleasantly losing themselves with you as they seem to be in a trance that locks them in to only you. Some lean into your presence as they gaze at your figure, nodding their heads occasionally to the flow as well as admiring your overall appearance.

Your manager stands behind the stage, out of the sight of everyone as she chews her nails, shifting her gaze to the eight males that sit upstairs with the best view of the stage. Her eyebrows furrow while her arms tremble slightly, unable to focus on anything else but the intimidating gazes stuck on you. The platform of her shoe taps against the ground as she exhales.

The music goes out just as your voice lingers the last note, eyes fluttering back open as a grin grows on your expression, all the while one of your arms lie out to the side. You set the microphone back on the stand after you bow with a “thank you,” as everyone claps. You accidentally catch Ran’s gaze as well as the other men just as you wave ‘goodbye’ to the audience. You meet your manager behind the stage as she gives you a smile and pulls you into a hug.

“Great job, Y/n! Now let’s celebrate.”

The night was spent drinking as well as having conversations with various people, discussing their businesses and hobbies as well as asking you numerous facts about yourself. Your manager seemed to have disappeared a while ago, leaving you to sit by yourself on a lounge chair, the dress hugging your legs as if you were a mermaid. You eye your phone’s screen while taking a sip of your champagne, eyeing the recent post of your own performance until the shadow of a person steals your attention.

“We need to go, now!” Your manager says before snatching your wrist, pulling you along as drops of liquid splash out of the glass.

“M/n? What the hell?” You gasp as you’re caught off guard, almost tripping over your own dress while she forces you to rush to the dressing room.

You yank your arm out of her grip before glaring at her.

“M/n! What is going on? Why have you been so on edge tonight?” She quickly gathers all of your stuff as you stare at her with disbelief. She pauses, failing to look at you.

“L-look. I’ll explain everything later. We just need to get out of Japan right now.”

“Wait a minute. I thought we were staying for a few days.” Your tone shifted to concern. “What’s wrong, M/n? Did something happen?” She drops the makeup supplies before turning to you and gripping your arms.

“I told you, Y/n! I will explain everything later, but right now we don’t have much time! We need to leave, now!” You gaze at her with shock along with fear as you become nervous by her own look of terror. Sweat sliding along the lining of her forehead along with her eyeliner slightly smeared with red eyes.

What the fuck is going on?

“Oh? What’s the rush? The party was just getting started.” A smooth voice says with amusement behind you. You watch as your manager’s eyes widened before you turned to meet your gaze with three men. Your eyes met a familiar purple though the rest of the features were slightly different, the purple mullet being the most prominent as well as the matching tattoo you saw on the male earlier. You guessed this man to be the other owner of the club, Haitani Rin.

Standing to his right is a man with golden eyes, blonde strands falling over his face along with his black hair pulled into a neat ponytail. His expression was light, holding a smile that you could mistake for politeness. He placed his hands in his pockets after shutting the door behind them. To the Haitani’s left is a man with narrowed blue eyes that seem to pierce into your soul, his pink mullet shaped perfectly around his beautiful features. Your gaze shifts to the scars placed at the corners of his mouth, furrowing your brows before you take in the situation at hand.

“What’s going on, M/n?” You side eye her as you watch her eyes widen. Her lips slightly apart as she tries to think of something to say.

“That was a beautiful performance, Y/n. Fitting for such a gorgeous woman.” The blonde says as he approaches, holding a hand out. The tiger in black ink on his neck added to the intimidating aura that contrasts with the expression on his face. He mimics Ran, bringing your limp hand to his lips while gazing into your eyes. A look of such intensity that you had to look away.

“Thank you…” You pause in expectance.

“Kazutora.” You nod with a polite smile before shifting your gaze to the others.

The tension in the room has yet to disappear. You couldn’t really focus on anything else but how scared your manager looks right now.

“M/n. It’d be in your best interest to follow us. The King wants to speak to you.” The pink haired one says, a look of satisfaction crossed his face when he states ‘the King,’ which causes you a little confusion by the title.

Kazutora takes the opportunity to wrap an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along as you look behind to glance at your manager with a questioning look. You all walk out of the dressing room and through the hall. The only sounds being your heels clicking and their speech, nothing you could decipher because of the differing language.

“Surprised she’d be Mikey’s type.” Rin says to the other men.

“No kidding. Who knew a famous babe from Y/c would catch his eye?” Kazutora says while glancing at you.

“There’s a lot you two don’t know about Mikey.” The pink haired man replies.

“Hm, I guess you’re right Sanzu. Wonder how long it’ll take before blood sheds tonight.” Kazutora rubs his chin.

“Can’t wait to find out.” Sanzu smirks.

You turn back to glance at your manager who looks as though the color on her face has disappeared.

I hope I find out what’s going on with her.

You all arrive upstairs, walking down a hall before being met with an office. When you walked in, you noticed the other men who sat on the balcony with Ran, standing around the desk facing the entrance. Ran also in position though sitting in a chair next to the desk in the spacious room. A man with pale hair sits behind the desk with a sweater hanging off of his shoulders, dark eyes gazing into yours as Kazutora removes his arm and leads you to your seat. Your manager sits beside you on another chair, along with Rin standing by her side and Kazutora standing by yours, everyone facing the platinum haired male. Sanzu takes position beside the short man, standing by his chair with his hand holding the other.

You felt on edge, seven pairs of eyes focused on you, all the while silence filled the room. You turn in your seat to look at the blocked entrance, some other broad men blocking the door. Your eyebrows furrowed as the room seemed to get colder, turning back in your seat as you faced the mystery man.

“Speak.” His narrowed eyes meet your manager’s.

She hesitates as you watch her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Her chest rises as she takes a shaky breath in before exhaling.

“U-um, I…” She stammers, fingers trembling against the arm of the chair. You stay quiet, concerned with her behavior as your own body glistens with sweat from stress. You shift in your seat, straightening your back as you cross your ankles, your legs fidgeting as you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“You tried to leave? And so soon?” He questions, his expression stoic as his eyes bore into your manager’s. Her hands move to her lap as her foot taps against the ground.

“U-uh, no. No I didn’t.” She breathes out.

“I think you did. Didn’t she?” They all responded with “Yes Boss.” Before silence falls once more.

“Why?” M/n’s mouth shuts as she tries to think of something. You could only guess that she was nervous because of whatever business title the men hold so you decide to speak up for her.

“We’re grateful for the opportunity, really. It’s just been a long night.” You explain, only causing some of the men to chuckle at the naivety. Your eyebrows furrow in irritation. “Okay, what the hell is really going on?”

M/n looks at you with wide eyes before holding her hands up and shaking her head.

“Y-Y/n, I’ll explain later, just give me some ti…”

“No, tell me right now why everyone is acting so weird. Stop wasting time.” You growl, sick of the antics and the vague conversations.

The man looks at you for a moment before nodding to Rin. To your surprise he pulls out a gun just as M/n hops out of her seat causing the chair to fall backwards. She runs to the entrance only for him to hold the weapon up, shooting the gun. The bullet penetrates her back, causing her to fall over, a shriek leaving her lips as the throbbing pain fills her senses. You jump out of your seat in shock, eyes staring at the blood staining her attire while she lays her head on the floor.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, heading to the bleeding girl only to get pulled against a chest, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your feet off the ground.

“You said to stop wasting time!” Kazutora laughs as the rest look on in amusement to the woman losing consciousness.

“Y/n! I-I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry! I had no choice! I had no choice!” She weeps, hand smacking against the floor as she covers her head with her arm. “I’m so sorry.” She whimpers.

“What are you talking…! Let me fucking go! She needs to go to the hospital!” You yell, beating Kazutora’s arms as you try to pry them off, kicking your feet.

Sanzu walks to the woman lying on the ground. Setting a foot to the wound before pressing down, causing a strangled gasp to come out of her mouth. You struggle harder as you watch him point a gun to her head from above.

“Explain yourself.” He growls, smiling wide with crazed eyes.

“I-I sold you! I s-sold… you! It’s… *gasp* all in their…*pant* hands!” She weeps, “I h-ha… *grunt* had no choice!” Her own nails pierce her palms as she turns her hands to fists, squeezing in pain as he continues to press his weight down.

You could only stare in silence as you paused your struggling.

“T-they’re a… a gang! A *pant* criminal….organization! Th-they…*grunt* threaten…!” She screams out in agony once Sanzu pulls his leg up and slams his foot down on her wound. You wince as you begin to struggle again.

“Let her go!” You were angry with her, yes. However, if the truth is that they threatened her, you couldn’t help but empathize despite your lingering resentment. Your only focus was to get both of you out of here alive. You wondered where your guards were.

“Yes, ma’am.” Sanzu smiles before moving his foot off of her and cocking the gun, pulling the trigger. The bullet blasts half of her skull open. The sickening sound of blood splattering the floor causes you to gasp before you yell out, tears falling out of your eyes at the traumatic display.

“Hey, save those vocals for the bedroom, yeah?” Ran jokes before lighting a cigarette, some of the other men chuckling at his response.

“Let me go! Let me go, goddamnit!” You growl angrily, crying as Kazutora forces you to sit down.

He cocks his gun, bringing the barrel to your head while putting a finger over his lips. You eye him with a look of horror.

“Shh.” He starts. “Boss isn’t done talking.”

You pant as you hold your chest, staring back at their ‘boss’ who eyes you quietly. The room calms down once more as everyone takes their original positions, a gun still pressed to your head. He slides a form over for you to read. You lean in your seat and look over the sheet that confirmed your manager’s signature, signing you over to Bonten, a criminal organization residing in Japan.

“The contract doesn’t lie. During this term and all others, you are now the property of Bonten.”

You shook your head while whispering, “No.”

“I own you, Y/n. You can either fall in line willingly or by force. I don’t care. You’re mine.” He says before standing from his seat.

“Mikey.” He says to you before shifting his attention to the others. “Take her to Bonten’s headquarters.”

Kazutora hides his gun and grabs your arm as you struggle against his hold. Just as Mikey and Sanzu, along with some of the other men, head to the doorway, he says, “Knock her out if you have to.”

A breathy laugh is released from Kazutora before he pulls back a fist.

“Sorry, doll.”

Darkness immediately engulfs your vision.

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kanjukucompany · 2 years

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【A3! Translation】 A3! 5th Anniversary Book: EARTH (Q&A)

creator Q&A about miscellaneous A3verse trivia, focusing on year three!

(translation under the cut)

(glitch text ignore)

Please tell us about Omi’s workplace situation.

Currently, he's working alongside a senior photographer in his department, and generally provides assistance during photoshoots. He's known for his height so he's often used as the model for camera tests. In return, they seem to be quite flexible with him taking any paid leave or holidays off.

Kabuto is basically indifferent to anything besides theater. Does he have any certain requirements when choosing things like clothes or housing?

He's the type of person to hate being bothered with anything other than theater, but he does value comfort in everything he owns. He just always buys what he feels is comfortable and doesn't even bother looking at the price tag. Because of that, sometimes he wears reasonably priced clothes, and other times he wears extremely expensive clothes without even realizing it.

Tsumugi isn’t very good with technology and social media. Is there anything he’s managed to learn or do recently?

He's learned that you can add text, stamps, and various effects to photos uploaded to social media websites. Currently, he only knows how to add stamps to photos, and many of the photos he uploads online have flower stamps on them.

Shift often makes ‘croquette udon’. Please tell us of any special techniques he has.

To maintain the desired crispiness of the croquette, pull the croquette out of the broth and onto a small plate when you go to eat. However, Shift seems to enjoy eating a soggy croquette at the end of his meal.

What kind of fortune telling does Tsuzuru’s younger brother, Noburu, specialize in?

*reference to the ‘Fortune Festival’ event story.

He mainly does tarot card readings, but he's also studied various other divination methods, such as runes and numerology. Noboru's fortune telling is very popular at his school, with even students from other grades and teachers coming to see him

Now that Itaru and Banri’s older sisters have appeared in the story, please let us know if they have any specific favorite company member.

(minor act 11 spoilers)

It seems like after Spring Troupe's 8th play, Itaru's older sister (Konomi) was completely captivated by Citron. She asks Itaru to send her bromides of Citron from past performances.

*referencing SSR Family's event story

Banri's older sister has always been a fan of the muscular Omi, but after meeting Juza in person at the MANKAI dorms, she's began to support Juza more than ever before.

*referencing ACT 11

Please tell us about any recent popular MANKAI Company menus.

Probably oatmeal-based menus? Apparently Azami and Yuki have gotten addicted to eating overnight oatmeal filled with fruit in the morning. Oatmeal pancakes and oatmeal cookies (that have been improved upon by Omi) are also popular. If possible, he may post his recipes on inste.

What kind of V-talents are MochiMan and YO-KAN, who Citron and Akashi enjoy watching?

*referencing SSR Family’s event story iirc

Both are V-talents who mainly produce gaming related livestreams and videos. MochiMan specializes in FPS games is known not only for his pro-gaming skills, but also for his light-hearted commentary. YO-KAN has their own unique world building and hosts online TRPG sessions.

*mochiman is a literal translation, his user can also be read as mochio

* fps = first person shooter

*trpg = tabletop roleplaying game (think D&D)

Please tell us about the three good deeds Muku did one day, since he tries to do ‘three good deeds each day’.

In the morning, he ate the carrots that unavoidably ended up in Tenma's pot-au-feu.

During his lunch break, he carried an injured classmate on his back all the way to the infirmary.

On the way home, he lent his umbrella to a stray cat getting soaked in the rain. (Later, Misumi, who was heading home from his part time job, found the umbrella and returned it to Muku safely.)

Where can I find a free copy of the troupe’s newsletter?

Besides the theater itself, you can find them at cafes, stores, and many of the other members' favorite places in Veludo. If you want to guarantee yourself a copy, we recommend going to the Veludo Shopping District. Almost all of the stores there provide them, and if you tell them you're a fan of the troupe, they might even give you a free bonus gift.

Other than GOD Troupe, are there any other theater troupes that have appeared on the show, ‘Exciting Archipelago’?

*reference to the ‘Twin Kingdoms’ event story (show is aka ‘hype in japan’)

The only other theater company has been Hyakka Troupe. Syu's troupe has received numerous offers to appear, but he rejected all of them. Rumors say Yuzo's troupe, Furin Kazan, is next, but there's many people who have been suggesting MANKAI Company for the show... It may not be long before Sakuya and the others are featured

Throughout the third part, GOD Troupe has become a familiar presence. Please tell us about their theater.

The theater is located near the front of Veludo Way and is the largest one in the area. Equipped with all of the latest technology, it allows for a wide variety of effects during productions-though what Reni was most particular about was the audience seating. He focused heavily on the comfort of the seating as well as reclining so that audience members would remain comfortable even throughout the long hours of a play. This might be one of the reasons GOD Troupe has so many repeat customers.

🚨MAJOR ACT 12 SPOILERS IN THE LAST QUESTION, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!🚨

MANKAI Theater had to be repaired due to the fire, but please let us know if any equipment that has been upgraded since then.

The sound and lighting systems have been essentially completely redesigned. With the help of Rento and Akashi, productions have become even more powerful than before, and the new system is well received by fans. However, the size of theater itself is still the same, so only the bare minimum amount of equipment can be permanently installed. Rento and Akashi bring any missing equipment along with them for each performance

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reiomi · 2 years

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𝐚/𝐧 — 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 @wakasagurl / 𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗀𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖿 𝗎𝗉 😭

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emissaire · 3 years

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✎ geto suguru ↷↷

⌦ drabbles/headcanons/thirsts

001. it's him [sfw]

002. working that hand & tongue [nsfw]

003. bf! suguru [sfw]

004. when he's a tease // i - ii [nsfw]

005. morning routine [nsfw]

⌦ one/two-shots

001. goodbye lily w/ gojo satoru [dc/nsfw]

002. withering aster w/ nanami kento & gojo satoru [nsfw]

003. forbidden you [dc/nsfw]

004. yours, ardently [sfw]

✎ gojo satoru ↷↷

⌦ drabbles/headcanons/thirsts

001. we're a team [dc]

002. to be the strongest is to be alone [sfw]

003. your wake up call [nsfw]

004. the pringle prank [sfw]

005. beneath a shadow, for all eternity [sfw]

⌦ one/two-shots

001. same ground [sfw]

002. withering aster w/ nanami kento & geto suguru [nsfw]

003. goodbye lily w/ geto suguru [dc/nsfw]

004. all night [nsfw]

✎ nanami kento ↷↷

⌦ drabbles/headcanons/thirsts

001. lose yourself [nsfw ]

002. where his good girl at? [sfw]

003. slipping resolve [nsfw]

004. boys my age could never [nsfw]

⌦ one/two-shots

001. amber tint to your rose [dc/nsfw]

002. perfect present [nsfw ]

003. withering aster w/ geto suguru & gojo satoru [nsfw]

004. start your day [nsfw]

✎ fushiguro toji ↷↷

⌦ drabbles/headcanons/thirsts

001. being toji's prettiest girl [nsfw]

002. bestfriend's dad [nsfw]

003. being toji's dumb baby [nsfw]

004. pretty red lace [nsfw]

⌦ one/two-shots

001. taste of gerbera [nsfw]

✎ ryomen sukuna ↷↷

⌦ drabbles/headcanons/thirsts

000. page empty

⌦ one/two-shots

000. page empty

✎ kamo choso ↷↷

⌦ drabbles/headcanons/thirsts

001. choso-nii [dc/nsfw]

⌦ one/two-shots

000. page empty

✎ miscellaneous ↷↷

⌦ chaptered fics

001. amour éternel [nsfw] : on - going

002. lewisia on my path [sfw] : on - going

003. teacher series [nsfw] : on - going

004. is it hot in here? [sfw] : i // ii

⌦ social media au

001. you, me & a treat – (gojo, nanami, geto) ¦ (toji, sukuna, choso) ¦ (megumi, itadori, inumaki)

002. boyfriend who? – (gojo, nanami, geto) ¦ (inumaki, itadori, megumi)

003. random texts with the jjk men - (toji, nanami, geto, gojo)

004. random texts with my top 5 faves from tr and jjk - (toji, nanami, geto, gojo, sukuna)

⌦ multiple characters

001. exploiting jjk men on tiktok [sfw]

002. satosugu calling you mommy in public [sfw]

003. couple quiz w/ jjk men [sfw]

004. lick, lick, lick - geto, nanami, gojo [sfw]

005. sex tapes - gojo, nanami, toji, geto, choso [nsfw]

006. my own siren - itadori, inumaki, gojo, nanami, geto, megumi [sfw]

007. juicy and cold - toji, nanami, geto, gojo, choso [nsfw]

008. needy jjk men - nanami, choso, toji, geto, gojo [nsfw]

009. jjk men and soundwave tattoos [sfw]

010. risqué photos [nsfw]

#masterlist #jujutsu kaisen masterlist #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk masterlist #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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radioactive-earthshine · 3 years

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AU in which Bart accidentally becomes a hit Youtube star that just began as him uploading a video showing Preston how to just destroy a level in a game and it blowing up because he's 1.) really good and 2.) he's ironically funny with his commentary. He doesn't really care about the viewer count or the subscriber rate and doesn't even pay attention to it. He just randomly uploads these amazing gameplay videos every now and then for Preston and his civilian friends, then becomes this internet cryptid because he never shows his face. Youtube videos discussing who he is float around as much as "Who is Impulse" videos (or any who is X hero video bc you know they're going to be popular).

Eventually Tim happens to see one and he instantly recognizes his voice then falls down the rabbit hole of watching all the conspiracy videos of "Who is Bart Smashes the X Button Really?" Tim initially is concerned that this can be linked to Bart as Impulse somehow or that Bart will somehow let it slip who he is but that is squashed quickly and then he is just impressed and amused that Bart just has this TALENT for being popular and making large groups of people fight and wonder about him.

The Justice League eventually finds the videos and a whole damn meeting has to be called to discuss if it's a risk to have Bart upload these videos of him breaking records and destroying game code casually. They debate if he's actually using his powers to play these games or if it's just his brain and natural talent and reflexes. Then they debate on how ethical it is for him to show how good he is if he is using his powers AT ALL. Most of them don't even know how videogames even work. (comic writers don't even know apparently) It dissolves into a lengthy and passionate debate if any "super heroes" should have any popular social media platform whatsoever, people get opinionated and angry.

Nothing is accomplished. They just tell Wally to tell Max to tell Bart to "be careful." Bart once again getting condescended just drives him to upload another video but this time it's him obliterating a "Justice League" game in record time while casually referring to Preston like he does in all the videos and making snide commentary about the members like "This is inaccurate there is no way Superman could catch something like that because I'm pretty sure he has smaller hands than Donald Tr*mp."

Cue round two and more conspiracy videos.

#bart allen #impulse #dc comics #max mercury #tim drake #this was 1000% more funny in my head #i need to stop trying to write and be funny after spending a whole day #yelling at the government #mine

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marism-tr · 2 years

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tags organized by type + trigger warnings (tw) used listed at bottom:

general (yes, these are twice track titles)

about me - i can't stop me☆

answered asks - knock knock☆

blog rules - the story begins☆

collabs - fanfare☆

commissions - likey☆

daily life - the feels☆

inspiration - heart shaker☆

memes - alcohol free☆

network/server - dance the night away☆

nsfw - notsfw🌹

queued - queue me up☆

reference/resource - scientist:themes | writing | languages | life | tumblr☆

replies - signal:name☆

self-care/self-reminders - feel special☆

self-reblog - one more time☆

self-ship - i fancy you☆

series masterlist reblog - what is love?☆

tag/ask games - yes or yes☆

commissions - likey☆

updates/boosts - breakthrough☆

by fandom content: prefix (fandom abbreviation e.g. tr, jjk, kny, bnha, hq)

tr angst

tr art

tr fluff

tr hurt/comfort

tr meme

tr revenge

tr smut

tr series

au: street racer | athlete |

dom!reader

CW list alphabetized (not all these are but could potentially appear in the future)

cw A/B/O

cw blackmail

cw breath play

cw breeding

cw car sex

cw corruption kink

cw daddy kink

cw dumbification

cw exhibitionism

cw fear play

cw filming/photography

cw humiliation

cw hybrid

cw group

cw impact play

cw mommy kink

cw monsterfucking

cw overstimulation

cw pegging

cw pet play

cw public sex

cw poly relationship

cw size kink

cw squirting

cw somnophilia

cw threesome

cw virgin reader

cw virginity loss

cw voyeurism

TW list alphabetized (not all these are present on the blog but could potentially appear in the future)

tw belly bulge

tw blood

tw character death

tw cheating

tw cnc (consensual non-consent)

tw dark content

tw discourse

tw dubcon

tw drugs

tw drugging

tw flashing image

tw gore

tw guns

tw incest

tw kidnapping

tw mental health

tw mentions of death

tw murder

tw noncon

tw pregnancy

tw stalking

tw stepcest

tw toxic relationship

tw violence

tw yandere

#☆the story begins

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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bertholdt hoover | mc donald’s

HELPLPPPP i love he 🥺 i love he so much

sorry if this was trash :-(( i was rlly sleepy when i wrote this. pls enjoy

warnings/notes: cursing, modern au, highschool au, bertholdt, reiner, marcel, and reader are seniors, porco is a junior, reader is marcel’s twin, bert is ambidextrous (my headcanon), hard pining, bert’s a music prodigy, female reader

when you meet him, it was at your house on a friday night.

porco and marcel had decided to have their obnoxious and messy friend group over at the house while your parents were away for the weekend doing god knows what.

you were just annoyed that your mom said their friends could come over.

it wasn’t that they were inheritaly bad people, it was just that they were overly loud and, somehow, always forgot to pick up their shit before they left. you’d always get your ass chewed out by your mom for it too.

you also hated going downstairs whenever they were there. if marcel or porco caught even a glimpse of you, they would pester you to play a round of super smash bros and wii sports with them and the group. whenever the two of them started to pester, usually reiner would join in until you would cave. reiner was annoying when it game to game nights.

so, you sat upstairs in your room trying to go to sleep and drown out their laughter and yelling, but you couldn’t. they were too fucking loud.

you texted both porco and marcel angrily, telling them ‘shut your fucking mouths i cant fucking sleep’. you concluded that they were too distracted to notice your texts when they continued to yell and laugh. you scoffed and decided that you’d just try to scroll through social media and rant to ymir over text.

30 minutes had passed and the group downstairs showed no signs of quieting down and you were starting to get hungry. so with a sigh, you made your way downstairs towards your kitchen with the intention of finding pizza flavored goldfish in mind.

you were glad you weren’t noticed when you passed by the living room, that meant no pizza flavored goldfish. you opened the door to the pantry only to find cereal, protein powder and bars, porco and marcel’s chips, and the food your mom and dad ate.

this meant they had used your food for this get together. you groaned loudly and slammed the door to the pantry shut. the echo of it immediately silenced the large group in the living room, which held your next homicide victims.

you stomped into the room, irritation written all over your face as you looked at your brothers, who were hugging each other in fear.

“first, you ignore my texts asking you to shut your big fucking mouths. then, you decided death when you chose to serve your friends my food.” the two teenage boys nodded wearily.

with a battle scream, you jumped over the coffee table and on top of them on the leather couch, fists swinging. they shrieked in fear, scrambling under your weight to get away as everyone else in the room laughed at the scene.

you sat on porco’s back, the main offender, and held his head up by digging your thumbs into the bones of his eyebrows.

“porco, if you want me off of your’s and marcel’s ass in the next week; you better drive me to fucking mc donald’s, get me food, and pay for it!!! deal?!” you shouted at him, kicking away the hand that was reaching around to shove you away.

he slammed him palm onto the couch two times, “okay, okay!!! deal!! now get your ass off of me!!!”

you let go of his face and got off of him, but not without giving him a hard slap to the side of the head.

reiner hooted and clapped his large hands together, “another wrestling victory for (name)!!!”

everyone laughed a little, and you did a little bow before plopping down next to pieck, a college student you met in junior year while she was a senior who you were actually quite close with.

“how do you always manage to get your ass kicked by (name) everytime we come here,” zeke, another friend you’d met in junior year while he was in his senior year, snickered at the misery of porco.

“ha ha,” porco gave a monotone laugh, “leave me alone old man.”

“porco, where’s my mc donalds,” you sang and watched marcel roll his eyes a little.

“(name), it’s 11 o’clock at night. i’m not going to get you fucking mc donalds,” porco snapped but cowered away when you made the slight movement of getting up onto your feet.

“bertholdt’ll drive ‘em!” reiner piped up and everyone turned to said bert.

you felt yourself getting flustered when you took a look at bertholdt. he was tall and lean guy cowering in the corner of your couch with dark red cheeks as he stared back at you. his hair was a dark brown and he had the prettiest light jade colored eyes with a hooked nose right between them.

“oh...,” you were stunned, which was a uncommon occurrence, and felt like it was just you and him, “yeah... i’m down. i don’t think we’ve met before.”

bertholdt gave a shy nod and stood up for the couch, and you noticed just how tall he was. before you could make a step towards him however, porco jumped to his feet and got between you.

“nope! changed my mind! get in the tr—,” you shoved him back onto the couch next to marcel, who had a small and gentle smile.

“bert’s gonna get some,” pieck teased with a giggle as she poked at your sides from her seat.

you laughed bashfully and slapped her hands away, telling bertholdt that you were ready to leave when he was. pieck seized her attacks when you followed after bertholdt when he made his way to your front door.

“don’t forget to use protection,” annie shouted nonchalantly, the whole room bursting into laughter.

after that, both you and bertholdt hurried to get out of the house and into his car.

which led you to now, sitting in the parking lot of the sketchy and dingy mc donald’s eating and talking.

“wait, so when reiner...,” you chew while laughing, “told you marcel had a twin, you thought it was a prank?”

bertholdt chuckles shyly and nods, “yeah. i just.. i never saw you around cause no one pointed you out when we were at school. reiner would do stuff like that ever since we were kids.”

you shake your head with a smile, “so, why’d you decide to transfer to titan high just a couple weeks ago?”

bertholdt thinks for a second, “better music program. reiner mentioned something about it to me once, so then i did my own research. titan has multiple opportunities for their students to get a chance at getting scholarships to prestigious universities for fine arts by competing. also, all my friends are here.”

your heart swells as the way bertholdt eyes shine as he speaks of the music program, so much that you forget to answer for a second.

“oh! so, what instrument do you play?”

“uhm... i play the cello, violin, viola, double bass,” he pauses, “i’m learning the harp, piano, lyre, and the guitar.”

you gape at him, “so you’re a prodigy?!”

he blushes and gives a small shrug, “i’ve never really considered myself as such... but i guess by definition i am.”

“th-then why the hell are you going to titan high?!”

“i still wanted to be a normal kid. my dad put me in public schools with decent music programs so i could still play. my favorites are the piano and the cello.”

“hold out your hand for a second,” you request, to which he obliges.

you take it into your own hand, eyes scanning over the palm of his massive hand. his fingers are worn and he has a writer’s bump on his middle finger despite it being his left hand. he has a bandaid on his pinky finger and the tips of his fingers are a flushed red as well as his knuckles. his nails are perfectly even and trimmed and you notice a scar on his thenar stretching to his radial longtitude crease. you run the tip of your finger over the scar, ignoring how bertholdt flinches at the contact.

bertholdt’s blushing and he feels like he’s going to pass out on the spot. the only other girls he’s been this close to were pieck, annie and his friend ymir, who all have girlfriends.

but then bertholdt feels the soft skin of your lips gently kissing at the scar on his hand with your eyes closed. his heart races and it feels like it’s beating out of his chest.

bert’s pretty sure he can see black dots in his vision.

you look him in the eyes now, “i know we haven’t known each other for that long, but you’re really beautiful, bert.”

bertholdt flushed cheeks turn pale as he faints.

#bertholdt fubar #bertholdt x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin manga #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanfiction #snk #snk bertholdt #snk fanfiction

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neuvillettes · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* εїз *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* εїз *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

➟ don’t you fuckin dare

down bad | masterlist | emma…

a/n: baji really said “mitsuya doesn’t deserve any rights”, i disagree >.< mitsuya deserves all the rights

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* εїз *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* εїз *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

zoom! taglist: @kennyb0y | @chaoticyuna | @rinsie | @tojiphilia | @leosbad | @xbabybajix | @gabytodd | @buns-inhiding | @bontens-whore | @sassyglassesbunny | @softtashoney | @undertale-is-sansational | @misinfe | @sanzu-s | @bubs-world | @yvechu | @aces-high | @luckygirl144 | @rizakari | {20/50}

TR taglist: @spookygeto | @rindousprincess | @katsulovee | @portfolio-of-dreams | @bxnten | @crybabylisa | @hanmasangrysmoosh | @blkladyelle | @aurel1ia | {9/50}

network: @shibuyawardnetwork |

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* εїз *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* εїз *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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mulletmitsuya · 2 years

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Do you know any other profiles on tumblr with group chat type TR posts? I just finished reading all of your and I need more they are so fuckin funny 😭😭

I'm so sorry babes i don't know of any on Tumblr 😭

I think there are SMAU's (social media au's) where like, the reader is involved if you're interested. And Ao3!! Ao3 had a lot of groupchats (from the last time i checked) so you can search there i think. If i find anything I'll let you know. And im glad you enjoy mine! i love knowing made someone laugh/smile ^^

#bestie talks ^^#ty for the ask <3

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eetherealgoddess · 2 months

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♡♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄWhy Talk to Others When You Have Meꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Toxic Bf Au

❦You mess up when you’re greeted by an old friend from middle school❦

Sano Manjiro x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Why Talk to Others When You Have Me?

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t help but notice your boyfriend’s piercing glare at the old friend who stood in front of you. You tried so hard to focus on the story he was cheerfully going on about, but you could feel Mikey’s nails penetrating the back of your hand as your fingers were locked. You bit your lip to refrain from yelping as you subtly tried to release yourself from his grip, to no avail. You kept your eyes straight as you smiled and responded to the person you hadn’t seen since middle school.

The two of you were never really close enough to hang out other than when you shared classes, but seeing a familiar face can be refreshing when the only people you can be around are your boyfriend’s family and friends. You couldn’t pass the opportunity, desperate for communication when he tapped your shoulder to get your attention. Honestly, if you would’ve known that Mikey could see you from where he stood at the Musashi Shrine, you would’ve tried to end the conversation faster.

“Alright, it was nice to see you! We should get together soon!” The friendly male states, dismissing himself after you both exchanged social media profiles before waving and walking away.

You didn’t want to meet your boyfriend’s gaze, though if you don’t, it will show that you feel guilty for something you shouldn’t have to feel guilty about. Swallowing your anxiety you turn your head to face Mikey, who stares at you with a cold expression.

“I know you’re an attention whore, Y/n, but that doesn’t mean you have to talk to everyone you pass by.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you glance around at his fellow gang member friends standing around you both. They had followed him there, you think so he could just humiliate you in front of them, as he always does when he’s angry with you.

“Mikey, you know I’m not an attention whore. Stop being an asshole.” You say as you snatch your hand out of his grip, crossing your arms before attempting to walk away, only to be snatched by your bicep and forced to look at him.

“So you flirt with a random guy in front of my face and then call me an asshole? Y/n, what’s wrong with you?”

“That’s not fair. Nobody was flirting with anyone and you know that! Don’t be insecure.” You state angrily.

“Hey Y/n, you should calm down. The way you’re acting towards Mikey isn’t cool.” Baji growls as he walks closer to you.

“This has nothing to do with you! Why are you always butting in?” You exclaim as you throw your hands in the air.

“Why are you being so defensive, Y/n? Flirting with someone else isn’t okay.” Draken states with his own arms crossed, scowling at you.

Your eyes widen in disbelief.

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone!” You hate feeling as though you have to explain yourself to a bunch of men you never get along with. They never seem to understand your side of things. You understand their loyalty to Mikey, but this is ridiculous.

“We all saw the display, come on. Just admit it and apologize.” Mitsuya adds on. You shake your head before turning to Mikey, who stood with a stoic expression. You turn away, missing the slight curl of his lips as you stomp away from them.

He dismisses himself from his friends as he follows you to the apartment you both live in which is a short distance away. When you make it to the door, you snatch it open before walking in, heading to the bedroom to lock yourself away from him.

“You’re acting like a brat, Y/n.”

Before you could shut him out, he blocked the door from closing, scoffing before walking in the opposite direction of him only to be stopped by him pulling you into his chest before he grips your neck. You gasp as he narrows his black eyes angrily.

“Delete him right now.” You gaze at him with wide eyes before grabbing your phone out of your pocket and removing the old friend. You threw the phone on the bed.

“This isn’t fair, Mikey. I don’t care about deleting him but it’s not right that you can have your friends but I can’t have my own.”

Especially when they’re so insufferable.

His grip squeezes your neck tighter until you begin to lose air, reflexively grabbing his wrist with both of your hands as you struggle to breathe.

“What’s not fair is you flirting with a guy in front of my face, then you disrespect me in front of my friends. That’s not being a good girlfriend, Y/n.” He says as he lifts her off the ground, using his other hand to wrap around your neck as well. Your eyes tear up as your throat closes, feet dangling as you pierce your nails into both of his wrists, drawing blood.

“You even added him on social media. Why? Why did you have to do that? You think he’s gonna come in and take you from me? You’re mistaken.” He releases your neck before dropping you to the ground. He walks to the bed and sits while you cough, hands on the ground in a kneeling position.

“You should be a good girl and apologize to me. You should be thanking me for not killing him on the spot.” He chuckles the last sentence, though serious with his statement. Little did you know he had already sent his delinquent friends to take care of the problem permanently, as he always does when you meet new or old friends. He can’t risk having you taken away from him. You already know what’s coming next, the scene repeating as it always plays out.

“I don’t want to do anything right now. I’m still angry.” He scoffs.

“Beg me for forgiveness.” He demands.

Although you didn’t want to, you know you’re already not going to win this fight by the past experiences you’ve had to endure. So you swallow your pride and count to five in your head before standing up and turning to him.

“I’m sorry Manjiro. Please forgive me.”

“Sorry for what?”

You paused as you refrained from giving him a glare. Sighing, you answered, “I’m sorry for flirting with that guy, adding his social media, and disrespecting you in front of your friends.”

“Hm.” He mockingly put a finger to his chin.

“Show me how sorry you are.”

You frowned before walking towards him and kneeling in between his legs. He leans back on his hands as he smiles slightly, eyeing you as he loved to see you this way. He loved to see you below him like the pretty little slut you are. His slut.

You reluctantly reach for his erection, pulling it out as you leaned forward. Before you began, you moved your head back and looked at him.

“Mikey, I don’t want to do this right now. You really hurt me.” You say. He sighs as he uses one hand to caress your head.

“Baby, you know I hate it when this happens. It wouldn’t have to be this way if you would just be my sweet girlfriend. This is the only way we can truly make up. It’s only fair since you really hurt my feelings.” He cooed with a concerned expression.

You sigh, yearning for more of this sweet moment considering he’s so detached normally. There have been a couple of times where you’ve tried to leave and he wasn’t having it, always going to far lengths to secure you in his grip. You ached for him to be nice to you, trapped in the cycle of temporary happiness and struggle.

“Come on baby, let's make up. I’m gonna take care of you after this. We can cuddle and watch movies together. How does that sound?” He leans over and pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“Fine.” You huff out. You wrap a hand around his erection and encircle your lips around his head, sucking and licking around the lining as his cock twitches in your hand. He holds the back of your neck as he massages your head with his thumb. He releases a soft moan as you take the full girth into your throat.

You pull your head back before continuously bobbing back and forth, closing your eyes as you use your hand to gently grip his balls, wanting him to orgasm fast so you could get to the affection, your heart corrupted with a heavy weight.

“Look at me.” You comply, his heated gaze boring into your orbs as you continue taking him in your mouth.

He grinds his hips against your mouth as the grip on the back of your neck tightens. He accelerates his speed as saliva and pre cum oozes out of your mouth.

“This feels so good. Just like that.” You bob your head against his hips, matching his speed before he grabs your head with both hands and ruts slowly against the walls of your mouth and throat.

“Yes, fuck.” He whispers as he sits up more, aiming himself as he slightly lifts off the bed, fucking your mouth deeply as he brings himself to releasing, the cum shooting down your throat as he holds you there to swallow it all.

You both breathe heavily when he releases you and you pull his milked cock out of your mouth. He pulls you on top of him as he holds you tightly.

“I love you so fucking much.” He whispers against your ear as he presses your head to his neck.

“I love you too.” You breathe out as you ignore the shame and attempt to embrace his love for you.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev smut #sano mikey manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #yandere au #yandere x you #yandere x reader #boyfriend au #boyfriend #toxic relationship #toxic love #toxic boyfriend

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fr3aky-fand0ms · 3 years

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Scott retiring after being criticized on social media for like a week was such a bullshit way to escape the situation. I guess the silver lining to the situation is at least he owned up to what he did? That doesn’t mean #istandwithscott is a tag that needs to exist. You stand with what, the fact that he supported Tr*mp?

It was pointed out on Twitter that much of the FNaF community is fan-driven, so if you really want to still be a fan of the series you can just focus on what the fans are doing (fanart, fangames, AUs, OCs, etc.) and not buy any of the games or merch. Some people are likely able to drop the series pretty quickly, but for others, these games have had a pretty deep impact on them so just dropping the series and moving on isn’t as easy.

TBH my interest in FNaF never really centered around the games themselves, but more around the actual characters and lore. I’ve only ever played the first two games (as well as a bit of special delivery), and I’ve never beaten either of them. I’m just not invested in the gameplay

All of this is coming from an LGBTQ person BTW, so I’m not just some person sitting here unaffected by the people that Scott supported.

I’ll keep working on my AU, and I’ll keep all my animatronic OCs that I’ve made over the years, but I won’t be buying any more merch or any of the games.

#fnaf

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sheep-goat-child · 3 years

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to all of my new followers:

(pls be sure to read my carrd (especially before following me) if the information i provided below is way too much for you)

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hi there! im sheepy! i am a 20 year old autistic wiccan demigirl lesbian who is an artist, animator and future graphic designer!! i mainly draw anime esque anthropomorphic animals and fandoms im in.

speaking of, lets look at my hyperfixations/special interests below:

- cookie run + cookie run kingdom *

- animal crossing *

- fnaf (currently obsessed with/lh)*

- sanrio *

- care bears *

- angry birds *

- when they cry (higurashi, umineko and ciconia) *

- anime, manga, and visual novels *

- show by rock!! *

- horror (depends on the kind of horror tho =P)

- pokémon

- cartoons

- rilakkuma

- tokidoki

- gloomy bear

- kidcore *

- pastels

- vaporwave *

- 80s retro *

- holidays (e.g. halloween & christmas)

- and much more!

(*= main fixations)

(please note that i can be very critical of some of my interests)

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before you follow: i wont always respond to dms (from here, discord, instagram, etc.) right away due to personal life, not knowing how to respond properly (e.g. sending a "yeah" would make me not know how to respond properly) and just me being busy constantly. please dont feel like you did something wrong. i really do appreciate your concern tho; please be sure to use tone indicators when interacting with me; if i accidentally follow/interact with someone problematic, please let me know by dming me or tagging me in callout posts, dont block me even if we arent mutuals (will result in me blocking you back lol); i sometimes have a tendency to accidentally like, attempt to retweet/reblog stuff, and/or follow you, i apologize in advance, im just really shy and awkward sometimes; i sometimes make spelling/grammatical errors, and sometimes will add an extra space (without knowing right away) when i type (which i edit usually unless its twitter)

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do not interact with me if youre: a MAP/pedo, homophobic, transphobic, a terf, a truscum, a tr*mp supporter, anti-BLM/anti-ACAB, islamophobic, racist, ableist, sexist/misogynistic, a bigoted religious person, a toxic person, an art thief/tracer, a proshipper/anti-anti, a nsfw/smut fic blog, ddlg/abdl/age-play/pet-play/kink/other variants, anti agere/anti cglre/anti petre/think agere/cglre/petre are sexual, mcyt/dmsp/etc. (mutuals/people i follow are exempt, but please know that you’re on thin ice right now/srs), a zionist, or a bad person in general (there's more to add but theyre listed in my carrd)

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my discomforts:

- religion (specifically christianity and it’s variants)

- eye contact

- spiders

- bugs (except for butterflies, praying mantises and ladybugs)

- cows mooing

- really loud noises

(catch call is sheepy dont look)

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heres what i draw:

got any questions? don’t hesitate to ask via my ask inbox and/or dms! many thanks and have an amazing day!! 💙

oh! and quick reminder: if you follow any of my side blogs or my art blog, i will follow back as @sheep-goat-child (my main blog)

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blog tags:

#art by op

#art goals (alternate "art by others" tag)

#friend art

#mutual's art

#sheep goat bleats stuff

#sheep goat draws stuff*

#sheep goat listens to stuff

#sheep goat replies to peeps

#sheep goat answers stuff

#sheep goat submits your stuff

#sheep goats favorite fashion trends

#sheep goats favorite aesthetics

#sheep goats favorite music

#sheep goat plays games

#sheep goat bleats out story times

#funny stuff

#wholesome stuff

#fav

(* tag is mainly used on my art blog and my fnaf au blog)

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game ids:

cookie run ovenbreak: XHGMV8338

cookie run kingdom: MQJKM6416 (palaceofmacarons; Pure Vanilla Server)

fnaf ar: CC171E3E271F2083

animal crossing pocket camp: 8883 8683 678

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other social media platforms:

instagram: @sheep.goat_child13

fnaf au instagram: @fazbearpokerpizzagalore

twitter: @sheepgoatchild

art twitter: @sheepgoatart

fnaf au twitter: @f4zp0k3p1zz4g4l (inactive)

cohost: @sheep-goat-child (basically it's the same handle as my tumblr handle haha)

ko-fi: sheepgoatchild

discord: sheep-goat-child#9804

fnaf au discord server:

my discord server (mutuals only!):

tumblr: youre here lol

art blog: @sheep-goat-art

fnaf au blog: @fazbear-poker-pizza-galore

doodle stash blog: @sheepysdoodlestash (16+ recommended)

(* account is under construction)

enjoy your stay, and thanks for reading my pinned/carrd! 💕

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#blog promo #sheep-goat bleats stuff #cookie run #animal crossing #fnaf #kidcore #pastel #vaporwave #80s retro #rilakkuma #sanrio #tokidoki #anime #care bears #cartoons #pokémon #gloomy bear #holidays

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