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writingforstraykids · 22 days

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I owe you a kiss - Pt.7

Pairing: Minchan x femReader

Word Count: 3592

Summary: The more time you spend with them, the more you realize you're not the only one struggling. Chan and you try to sort things out, making sure Minho feels safe at home as well.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, domestic bullshit, sick!whiny!chan, anxious!min, cuddles

A/N: Sooo...I guess there's still some potential for more. If you have any wishes or thoughts, feel free to share them below the post. in an ask, or send me a message🤭🖤

PART SIX | PART EIGHT

You left early this morning to surprise your husbands with breakfast. Chan told you he'd have the next two days off and stay home with you two. Minho was due for a photoshoot tomorrow so it would be only you and Chan. He's still been keeping his distance beside the kisses anywhere but your lips, the long hugs, and the fondling of your hair. Minho has been more openly showing his love and you were thankful for him. You know you'd have to talk to Channie about it but you could tell he was hesitant about pushing you into something. You quietly lock the front door and put the bags down on the table. The shower upstairs is running, which means at least one of them is up, so you start preparing everything.

Minho joins you downstairs a little later and gives you a loving kiss. “Good morning, honey,” he smiles sweetly.

“Morning, darling,” you smile into the kiss. “Channie's still sleeping?” you ask.

“Am I not enough?” he teases lovingly.

“Minnie,” you giggle, and his hands wander down your sides.

“He said something about a bad headache,” he tells you and fondles your back soothingly. “I don't know, maybe he's stressed, maybe it's the weather.”

“Oh,” you nod gently. “Did you give him some painkillers?”

“No,” Minho shakes his head, tilting his head at you. “I thought you could. He usually loves cuddling you when he's in pain.”

“I..uh,” you blink at him, watching his face grow soft.

“Channie and you really need to talk once he's better,” he says and gently caresses your head. “You know he loves you, right?”

“I try to,” you nod, chewing on your lower lip. “I miss him,” you admit quietly, feeling tears burn in your eyes.

“I know,” Minho pulls you into a warm hug and kisses your head. “It's a bit more difficult for the two of you because he left off when he wasn't feeling much, struggling to tell you he loves you and more. He doesn't want to force himself onto you, scared that he'll hurt you,” he says. “He…he also feels like you need me more at the moment and feel more safe around me.”

“Oh,” you say quietly.

“I don’t blame any of you, I think you two should just talk, hm?” he suggests. “Now come on, baby, Channie needs you.”

“What about you?” you ask, confused.

“I have to leave for the shoot in a bit,” he says, seeing your face fall, knowing you must’ve forgotten.

“I thought that’s tomorrow,” you admit, a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Min.”

“No, don’t be sorry, honey,” he smiles at you reassuringly. “That only means we can all spend some time together tomorrow. That’s even better now that Channie isn’t feeling so well today,” he tells you.

You chuckle softly, cupping his face and kissing his forehead. It all feels so easy with Minho, easing out every little thing you forget so smoothly. “Make sure to eat something first, okay? Or at least take something with you.”

“I will,” he promises, unable to hide the soft blush coloring his ears at your gentle gesture. He peeks into the bag on the table, and a wide smile covers his face. “You got some pudding as well?”

“Mhm,” you hum, smiling softly as he takes it out and stares at the package before spinning back around to you.

“Wait, that’s my new favorite…how would you-?” his eyes widen with excitement as you nod gently.

“Seeing it I had the feeling you love that one,” you nod. “Like not…a specific memory, but I felt weirdly sure about it,” you tell him, heart warming at the way he beams at you happily.

“I hope you know how great you’re doing,” he says so softly it tugs at your heartstrings. “That first breakthrough was only a week ago, and here you are,” he giggles.

You exhale softly, nodding. “I’m glad because that means there’s an actual chance I’ll start remembering more,” you smile, laughing, surprised as he kisses you fiercely. Minho doesn’t pull away, hands pulling you in as close as he can. Your hand automatically wanders up into his hair, your other resting on his arm as you kiss back. Two steps and your back hits the counter. Minho reaches down, hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, and lifts you up onto the counter effortlessly without breaking the kiss apart. His fingers dig into your thighs as he deepens the kiss with a low hum, and you can tell he has trouble holding himself back. “Minho,” you whisper against his lips. “Min, stop,” you say gently, and he does immediately.

He searches your eyes, a hint of anxiety in the pure need coating his orbs. “Sorry,” he pants softly, reddened lips parted and glistening from the heavy kisses. “I-I should’ve asked first.”

You cup his face, soothingly rubbing his thumbs across his cheeks. “My dear Min,” you say softly. “I’m your wife, and I appreciate you asking, but right now, there’s really no need to,” you assure him, and he visibly relaxes. “You’re gonna be late.”

“Is that all?” he asks mischievously.

“Min,” you snort.

“Is that the only reason I can’t have you for breakfast instead?” he asks again.

“Yes, that’s the only reason,” you giggle, gently shoving his chest. “Now fuck off, Min.”

He smirks, gently squeezing your thighs, and takes a step back. “You owe me tons of kisses later,” he announces giddily.

You laugh, hop back down, and kiss him once more. “Stay safe, okay?”

“I have to,” he says gently. “I really want that kiss,” easing both of your worries hidden beneath this small exchange.

“I’ll go check on Chan now,” you tell him, and he hums agreeingly.

Only a little later, you carefully open the door to your bedroom, trying to close it as quietly as possible. “Channie?” you whisper, and he hums groggily in response. “I brought you some painkillers and water. Do you think you can sit up for a moment?”

Chan groans in response before pushing himself up. He squints at you sleepily, trying to ignore the pulsing pain shooting through his head at sitting up. You sit down at the edge of the bed next to him, handing him the pill. Chan drowsily takes it and lets you bring the glass to his lips, taking a few sips.

“You’re hungry?” you ask, still keeping your voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he mumbles, eyes already falling closed again. “Feel sick.”

“Oh, poor baby,” you say softly, and Chan blindly reaches out for you.

“Stay?” he asks pleadingly.

“If you want me to,” you say gently.

Chan nods before contorting his face. “Ow,” he whines softly, scrunching up his nose adorably. “I think I’m dying.”

You bite back a soft chuckle and climb back into bed, getting comfortable next to him. “Come here, you big baby,” you tell him, and he doesn’t need a second invitation to curl up in your arms.

“M’not a baby,” he mumbles softly into your chest, burying his face in your comforting warmth.

“You really wanna argue now?” you tease him lovingly. “I thought you were dying.”

“Fuck you,” he giggles weakly, pulling you closer. “It really hurts, Y/nnie,” he whines after a moment of silence.

You forget sometimes how needy he gets when he’s in pain. “What hurts, baby?”

“My stomach,” he groans softly.

“Let me get you a heat-” you start and sit up, but he pulls you back down.

“Don’t go,” he pleads, looking at you with those big brown puppy eyes you couldn’t say no to.

“Channie, angel, I’m trying to help,” you giggle softly.

“You are,” he says timidly. “Hold me, please? I…I really missed that. I missed you.”

Oh. “I’m here,” you tell him softly, welcoming him back into your arms. You gently run your hand through his hair, and he melts into you with a soft sound. “Is that okay?” you ask as you carefully start massaging his scalp.

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “Feels good.”

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” you ask gently, and he hums. The tension in his body lessens a little the longer you massage his scalp, running your fingers through his messy curls. You don't know how long you stay like this with him, but you have the feeling he's asleep after a while, his breathing growing calm. His head is tucked in safely beneath yours, his hand slipped beneath your sweater resting against your lower back. It almost feels normal again if there weren't that stupid little voice in the back of your head telling you differently.

Chan turns in his sleep, scooting back as he misses your warmth. “Baby,” he whines sweetly, reaching back for your hand. He pulls your arm forward so you're hugging him and cuddles back into you.

You chuckle softly and scoot closer, planting a tiny kiss on the back of his neck. “I'm here, Channie, I'm here,” you promise quietly.

“Still hurts,” he mumbles, only half awake.

You gently slip your hand beneath his shirt, resting it on his tummy. “Here, baby?” you ask gently, and he hums in response. You start rubbing soothing circles over his tummy, trying to ease him a little.

Chan exhales, relieved, sinking back into his slumber. You bury your nose in his shoulder, closing your eyes as your senses are flooded with him. His skin feels warm beneath your fingertips, his soft breathing lulls you in, and his scent surrounds you. “I love you so much,” you whisper, and he doesn't stir one bit, finally fully asleep.

Minho gets home later to the sight of you two cuddled up in bed. Chan's head is resting on your chest now as he sleeps on top of you. You have your arms wrapped around him lazily, looking peaceful in your sleep. He smiles softly and leans down, lovingly fondling your head and brushing back Chan's curls. He doesn't want to wake you two up yet, but glancing at his watch, he knows he should. Neither of you would be able to sleep tonight otherwise. “Hey, my loves,” he tries gently, rubbing Chan's back and your arm to get you to wake up.

“No,” Chan protests sleepily.

“Come on, Channie. You won't be able to sleep tonight,” he tells him, and Chan groans softly. “Y/nnie, wake up, honey,” he says gently, and a shiver runs down his spine as you’re too deep asleep to react. “Y/n?” he asks again, and Chan looks up at his tone.

“Kitten,” he says soothingly and sits up, rubbing his face. “She's okay,” he promises. Minho glances at you worriedly until Chan gently grabs his chin and turns his head to face him. “Breathe.” He reaches out for you, tickling your side.

“Ey, fucker!” you curse sleepily, swatting his hand away.

Minho blinks at you for a moment before a weak laugh falls from his lips. “Fucks sake,” he whispers to himself. “I'm such an idiot,” he mutters and gets up, grabbing his keys from the nightstand. “Come down once you're ready, yeah? I brought lunch.”

Chan watches him thoughtfully as he leaves and glances back down at you. “Come on, pretty,” he giggles softly.

“Ugh, fine,” you groan and sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “How's your head?”

“A lot better,” he tells you, grabbing a sweater from his closet.

“Your stomach?”

“All good,” he smiles gently. “Thank you, baby girl.”

“Of course,” you mirror his smile, but you see the worry lacing his features. “What's wrong?”

“I don't know, something's off with Min,” he says. “You didn't react when he tried to wake you, and I think he got scared for a second.”

“Oh,” you nod gently and tilt your head at Chan. “Maybe that's it. I'm sure he'll be fine. If not, we're there.” Chan nods agreeingly and offers you his hand, helping you out of bed.

Chan exchanges a look with you as a loud thunder ripples through the air. “You know what that means?”

“More cuddles and a movie?” you smirk back.

“Exactly,” he grins, pulling you downstairs with him.

Minho already sets the table and smiles tiredly as you join him downstairs. Another thunder makes him flinch, barely noticeable, and he takes a deep breath. “Just rain,” he tells himself quietly.

“You need help with anything?” you ask him.

“No, it's okay, you guys can sit down,” he tells you and grabs you all some glasses from the cabinet. Chan and you continue talking as Minho pours you all something to drink. The rain outside picks up, hammering against the roof.

“I think we should turn on the light, it's getting darker every minute,” Chan says, getting up to do so.

“Yeah, that's a lot better and-,” you break off as the next thunder makes Minho flinch so hard he's pouring the lemonade all over your lap.

“Oh shit, I'm so sorry,” he apologizes immediately, putting it down and grabbing some tissues. You watch him cautiously as he tries to clean the mess up as well as he can and notice his hands shaking heavily.

“Min?” you ask gently and exchange a look with Chan. Something is very wrong. “Min, look at me.” He does, and there's fear in his eyes, looking like he's about to zone out. “Minnie, what's -.”

Outside, a car suddenly hits the brakes, an ugly screeching sound rippling through your ears. Minho covers his ears with his hands in horror and presses his eyes closed, exhaling shakily. “It's okay, everything is okay,” he whispers, and the sight breaks your heart as you connect the dots.

Chan seems to pick up on it as well, as you both move at the same time. Chan pulls Minho against his chest, wrapping his arms around him from behind. He soothingly rubs his chest and meets your eyes as you step in front of them. You gently take Minho's hands and pull them from his ears. “Minho, darling, look at me,” you say gently, and Minho does, gasping softly. “We're okay. It's just bad weather, but we're safe, okay?”

“Okay,” he nods quickly and tries to focus back on you. You cup his face, and he covers your hands with his own, taking a deep breath. “Okay,” he whispers.

“Remember what you told me this morning?” you ask, and Minho chuckles weakly.

“You owe me at least one kiss,” he says, slowly relaxing in Chan's hold combined with the sound of your voice.

“Yeah,” you giggle softly. “We're okay, hm?”

Minho nods before dropping his head onto your shoulder with a soft sound. “I'm sorry,” he says and wraps one arm around you, his other hand finding Chan's on his chest.

“Don't be,” Chan tells him gently.

“It's okay,” you assure him.

“I love you two so much,” he sighs softly, and you both squeeze him gently.

“We love you too, kitten,” Chan answers for the both of you.

You stay there for a while until Minho giggles softly. “You can let go now.”

“You're sure?” Chan smirks.

“Very sure,” Minho snorts.

“You already have enough of our love?” you chime in teasingly.

“Never,” he giggles.

“Then what's the rush, huh?” Chan chuckles, covering the back of his neck with tiny kisses as you do the same to his face.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” he laughs happily. Chan and you exchange a fond gaze at the so beloved sound, knowing he's okay. “I can't reheat lunch again.”

“Fine,” you giggle, letting go of him again.

The movie’s long finished as you're still all on the sofa. Minho's stretched out on the sofa, his head resting in your lap, legs thrown over Chan's. He's asleep by now, exhausted from his day. You mindlessly play with his hair, drawing patterns on his face in awe. Chan absentmindedly fondles his thighs, head back against the headrest as he stares at the ceiling. You glance at him, gently running your hand through his hair. “How's your head?” you ask as his eyes flutter close at your touch.

“Much better,” he assures you gently, turning a little to face you. Looking into his eyes, you can see the many questions in them, mirroring your own. “Y/nnie?” he asks, barely audible.

“Mhm?” you hum, still playing with his curls.

“Do you…Do you still love me? Actually love me?” he asks so timidly your breath hitches in shock.

“I-,” you stare at him, almost confused. Wasn't that supposed to be your question?

Chan takes your silence the wrong way and nods, turning away from you. “Okay…fuck,” he whispers, his throat tightening. He's up before you know it, leaving the two of you as tears fill his eyes, and he feels like he can't breathe.

You need a moment to process what's happening before quickly getting up, resting Minho's head on a pillow, and covering him with a blanket.

Chan's upstairs in the bathroom, bracing himself on the sink so firmly that his knuckles turn white. His head hangs low, but you know the way his body’s trembling; he's holding back sobs. You slip underneath his arm so you're trapped between his body and the sink. “Channie,” you whisper, helplessly cupping his face. Your hands meet his wet skin, and you try to wipe his tears away. “Channie, my dear boy.”

“I'm sorry I messed it all up,” he whimpers. “I shouldn't have pushed you away back then, and I shouldn't have now. I swear I'll make it up to you. Please just give me a chance,” his voice cracks at the last bit.

“Okay, okay, come here,” you say, pulling him into your arms. He buries his face in your shoulder, shaking in your arms. “Listen closely now, yeah?” you ask, waiting for his nod. ��I will never stop loving you. Min told me how rough those months before the accident were for you, and I won't judge you for that. I know how hard you try to make Min and me comfortable, don't think I don't see that,” you tell him gently, soothingly rubbing his back as he grows calmer in your hold. “I'm scared I'm not the woman you love anymore because, well, I forgot a lot, and I carry a lot of baggage around now. And seeing you keeping your distance, I only felt like I was right about that…but maybe we're scared of the same thing about ourselves?”

Chan pulls back and smiles at you with teary eyes. “Y/nnie, you don't mean anything less to me than when we met. Fuck, you mean so much more to me by now. I just…Now that I got it back it feels like I don't know where to put all that love I have for you two and..I try bottling it up before scaring you off.”

“Please don't,” you tell him gently. “You've always been so loving, don't try to hide that. I really miss that, angel.”

Chan leans his forehead against yours in defeat and takes a shuddery breath. “So we're okay?” he asks timidly.

“We're okay,” you whisper. “Can I kiss you?” you ask and Chan's body automatically searches yours, fingers digging deep into the fabric of your sweater.

“Please,” he breathes out. Your lips meet, pulling a soft sound from him. “Missed you so much,” he whispers into the kiss, hands cupping your face so delicately as if you were made of glass.

You only pull back once you feel he's ready and wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling into him. “I love you, Channie. So, so much. Never forget that.”

“I love you too,” he smiles softly. “I'll do better.”

You shake your head and soothingly run your hand through his hair. “Channie…I think sometimes we forget we interrupted your healing process with that stunt we pulled.”

“Don't call that a stunt,” he laughs in protest.

“Okay,” you giggle, amused. “But like…you were working things out and coming back…Min told me how fucked up he was. I know that fight we had and what happened today is only a small glimpse of what you dealt with. So, you didn't really have time to get back home.”

“I suppose not,” he nods gently, frowning a little.

“I can't change the fact that I need to be patient for my memories to come back…even if it's just partially,” you say and gently kiss his head. “But I will try my best to help you two feel comfortable around me and make sure you have a loving home.” Chan doesn't say anything, but the way he clings to you tells you everything you need to know. “Let's go get Minnie, I think we could all use the extra hours of sleep today.”

“Mhm, okay,” he hums softly, not quite ready to let go of you.

“We can cuddle, angel,” you promise, and he pulls back with the sweetest smile on his lips.

Chan gently picks up Minho from the sofa who protests with a soft whine. “Shh, it's okay, just taking you to bed,” he says fondly.

Minho wraps his arms around him sleepily. “You two are okay?” he asks softly, having noticed your sudden absence.

“Yeah, we're okay,” Chan nods.

“That's good,” Minho smiles sweetly, kissing his neck sleepily.

He doesn't protest much as Chan lowers him into bed and cuddles into you contently. Chan climbs into bed on your other side, doing the same. You fall asleep much more at peace than usual. You'd take care of your boys now.

PART SIX | PART EIGHT

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ventisslut · 9 months

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Rambling about Venti under the cut. Safe for work but one mention of being horny. Mostly about his sad life lmaoo. You may not agree with what i say here but i think this turned out to be a pretty solid post analysing his current life and loneliness. Not proof read so ignore any punctuation errors and typos.

A weird headcanon that keeps occuring to me is that Venti gets horny frequently but he ends up just taking care of it himself or just straight up ignores it, because in reality he is so lonely and isn't one for casual hook ups or one night stands, he craves a deep romantic connection. Sex is very intimate for him and he doesn't want it to be with random people.

Sure, he is quite popular as a bard, very social too, has lots of friends. But after the party ends and everyone heads home...he is left alone. He doesn't have someone, a partner, or a family waiting for him. The thing about total freedom is that...it's lonely. He travels often, doesn't stay anywhere long enough to form meaningful and deep connections, not that a 2,600 year old deity walking around as his dead friend can have much in common with mortals anyways so he doesn't really "click" with anyone either.

He is touch-starved. He got used to it for sure, and does enjoy the solitude to some degree.. but he does wish he had someone who could be there for him, someone who's lifespan matched his unending one, someone who'd take care of him, drag him home, look out for him, and wait for him, with a place to call "home". A place he can return to after traveling for days, to a partner, a warm bed and a warm meal. He craves that domestic comfort and love.

He surprisingly doesn't get many suitors either because most people avoid approaching him in that manner from how young he looks, and people tend to immediately assume he is a minor from his baby face and rather petite figure. I'm sure a few youngsters get puppy crushes on him from time to time, but seeing (assuming) as how traditional family structures are in Mondstadt i doubt anyone would want or allow their daughter/son to date a drunk bard anyways. Weirdly enough I don't feel like he'd be comfortable with dating one of his own citizens anyways since he considers them to be his own children.

When you actually get in a relationship with him, for all the romantic advice he gives to people during the windblume festivals he is unsure of how to act at first. It's been too long since he had an actual partner, and he doesn't want to scare you away or make you feel suffocated, but he really needs that physical connection, that reassurance that you wont be going anywhere, that he wont be left alone to deal with the silence on his own again, that you really do love him as he loves you. As time goes on and he gets comfortable in a moderate pace (depending on how you act). He gets more clingy. A hesitant hand resting on your waist turns to his arm wrapping around your waist. The awkward brushing of your shoulders when you stand next to one another turns to his arm linked to yours, or your hands interwining with one another. Refuses to let you out of the bed often, holding onto you.

The floodgates open really, he's pent up and frustrated both sexually and emotionally, and he doesn't even know what to do with it all or how to relieve himself without overwhelming you. He wants to make the most of the time you two spend together while you can, because he knows anything can happen in Teyvat, and you could be separated one day.

#venti #genshin impact #venti x reader #anemo archon #lord barbatos

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ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch · 6 months

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league of villians headcannons

goes into my head 24/7

Shigaraki

I feel like he has a lot of animal facts stored in his brain especially dogs.

Definitely touch starved but if you touched him he'd freak out and decay you

His hair gets very matted if he's like to focus on other things and forgets to brush his hair or only showers to wash his body/not now only when he had blue hair and dabi weirdly enough helped him because he was somewhat sane and for once peaceful.

He definitely sees the League as a family toga reminds him of Hana sometimes

Loves red sourpatch gummies but hates the blue ones so he gives dabi the blue ones but he actually doesn't hate them he just realized they were dabi's favorite and did it normally but of course doesn't wanna be kind so he plays it off as a "whatever I don't like them take it".

He let's twice of the hook the most if he says or does something. He knows twice doesn't mean it or wish it.

Spinner definitely asks shigaraki to play rpg games with him and shigaraki introduces him to games.

Mr compress is quite amusing to shigaraki but like in a "wtf is wrong with you" way but he can't talk he's mentally ill too.

Dabi

Now I know dabi fights with himself o na daily basis more like with his inner child he's going crazy and he knows he's not gonna make it pass 32.

Definitely bipolar

The inner kid in him fully left at the battle with endeavor just dabi being a body of rage who lost themselves somewhere along the way.

Now if he could cry and didn't burn his tear glands I think he would have a lot of mental breakdowns behind closed doors.

Shigaraki reminds dabi of someone he can't quite put a finger on.

He sometimes questioned what life would be like if it wasn't like this.

Probably the most mentally ill out of the League.

Him trying to kill endeavor is his plan to die with his dad if he can't get his dad to look at him maybe just maybe his dad would hug him before they both died together.

I feel like if he and shigaraki were heros in a different au they'd trauma bond and be close in a platonic or romantic way.

He sees toga as a little sister he didn't want toga to end up like him that's why he gave her that speech.

It was to late for him but not for her

Twice doing those hands movements when he moves them side to side infront of him denying something reminds him of natsuo.

Oddly enough he feels peaceful around spinner

Him and Mr compress definitely had a dance class together to teach dabi to dance.

TOGA

She understands that everyone is dying off slowly and has nightmares about her being next.

Probably put stickers on the leagues clothing

Goes to the arcade to do those dancing games.

Twice

Twice appreciated the League for what they've done.

He saw toga as a daughter.

Fan boys over deadpool.

Sometimes before he died he wished he was dead but as soon as he did he didn't want to die.

Spinner

FANBOYS THE SHIT OUTTA SHIGARAKI

One sided love

He also gets depressed the leagued falling apart.

As a kid he dreamt of owning a business.

Mr compress

He loved dancing and being a center of attention

Probably went to dance classes before he was a villian.

He loved teaching dabi how to dance because someone went to him for help in something they both like.

Probably threw roses if dabi got a dance move right definitely 🕺 emoji fr.

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backgroundcharacterno7 · 4 months

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002 for Haise?

HAIEEP!

How I feel about this character: I love this pure boy so much. He reminds me a lot of one of my closest friends and half of me finds this cute but the other half is going to kill her for those puns. I think the fact he was ultimately a delusion of what could have been hurts a lot but ultimately makes sense. He's truly as bittersweet as his two toned hair would suggest.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Idk why but I just appreciated his dynamic with Touka here so much more. I also have slowly grown a love for him with Amon. It's just so cute <<333 I can't forget Hide as I have to throw in a generous amount of angst. The idea of Hide watching Haise from a distance as he plays house is enough to keep me awake for God knows how long.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Juuzou! the two have such great chemistry and I do love Haise indulging in his shenanigans when he knows he definitely shouldn't is just great.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Don't really have one, sorry!

One thing I wish happened with this character in canon: I would've loved to see Haise and the whole amnesia arc but out of the CCG. I feel like there would just be something so genuinely painful about watching him try to inject himself into any and all kinds of social circle in a desperate attempt to deny the truth and feel wanted. He applies himself fully to any situation to feel wanted and needed by others and prove that his ghoul side that he represses so much isn't all he's useful for. Perhaps getting seriously used and burned out in the process. This isn't to say I don't love CCG Haise, it's just that I feel this would've been a great way to expand more on the TG world and give a more interesting view.

My OTP: HideHiase! I talked a bit about it before but the idea of Hide watching Haise go about his life and feel that familiar pang of desperate loneliness as he did when Kaneki first got turned into a ghoul is enough to get the waterworks going.

My cross over ship: Hmmm.... I won't lie, I haven't really ever thought about this but weirdly my first thought was Kai Satou from Your Turn To Die. They both enjoy cooking and have both found themselves at the will of a much more powerful organisation. They both try to shun a side of themselves they know to be entirely real. Kai is a very reserved person whilst Haise is really outgoing so I think it would work nicely.

A headcanon fact: He really loves scented candles. There was once an incident at the chateau where his room nearly burned down because he'd left a book too close to a candle and it had caught fire. He especially loves seasonal ones and will excitedly wait for that first leaf to go brown so he can maul everyone in his search for a pumpkin spice candle.

Thanks a lot for the ask! I'm probably delirious with sleep but the creative juices were squelching around in my brain and I couldn't just ignore that until the morning. In summary I love the little Haieep <3

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #haise sasaki #ken kaneki #kaneki ken

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velmashaircut · 3 months

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Got back into ikevamp a few months ago and have been replaying some of the routes and I thought I'd shared my opinions + rank them (no order!!). Also SPOLIERS

Mozart: I liked his route when I first played and still do now! I think his route is one of my favs, I like how it's somewhat simple and not angsty, its a good starter route so I'm glad I replayed his first. I really like the development of his and MC's relationship, I'm a big fan of 'friends to lovers' and I think Mozart's route portrayed that well. I actually liked how he was rude to MC on their first encounter too, found it amusing and a good way to start of their friendship weirdly enough. enjoy his personality too which inevitably makes me enjoy his route more. I liked how the confrontation is handled with the antagonist also, usually the antagonist is killed one way or anther, the fact Mozart was able to part amicably with him and the antagonist survived was liked. Also enjoyed his interactions with Jean, I liked how Jean realised Mozart was falling in love with MC but decided to keep his lips sealed. I liked his letters too. A solid route overall, so I'd say 8.5/10, the only complaint I have for this route is that I wish Mozart and MC realised hey liked each other a bit sooner.

Isaac: I played his route when it first released but I skipped through it because I didn't find Isaac interesting. I ended up enjoying his route! I find Isaac relatable in the way he manages his relationship with MC, I can see myself behaving the same way he does. Again, I like the friends to lovers trope, but I feel as if this route handled the 'friends' part better than the 'lovers' aspect, as soon as they officially became friends, Isaac began thinking of her romantically, it felt rushed but I shouldn't complain since most suitors fall in love with MC within a month. I was a really big fan of the drama that unfolded between him and MC after Isaac bit her, I'm so glad we got to see Isaac's perspective on it as for me it made the situation for impactful as we got to see why Isaac was so afraid of pursuing MC. I also really enjoyed Dazai's advice to MC after too, partly because it was something I needed to hear. Another critique I have of his route is the confirmation with the antagonist, it felt silly to me and the reference to Vlad poorly executed. However, I did like how we got to see Shakespeare's reaction to Hooke's death and how that alluded to his character. I enjoyed reading his letters too, especially his fourth one. Another good route, 7.5/10.

Vincent: I remember I really liked his route when I first played but replaying made me wonder why that was. There is nothing wrong with his route, but the development of his and MC's relationship was hard to track, I can't tell when they actually began liking one another in a romantic sense? I like Vincent's personality but I don't think I truly understand his character which makes me confused with his route and therefore like it a bit less. His route isn't bad but I didn't like it as much as the other routes I've mentioned. I like Vincent's relationship with Theo, I find it funny and heart warming, its one of my favourite dynamics in the game. I Also, I appreciate how Vincent and MC were actually in a relationship for an established time before climax of the conflict rather than officially getting together in the aftermath, how many routes actually do that? My favourite part of Vincent's route was the antagonist, I haven't played all Ikevamp routes yet but I think Vincent's route has one of the best antagonists in the whole game, I think its written beautifully. When Will asked Vincent to send MC to her own time or he'd kill her, then ask Vincent to kill him? The shock i felt when i first played that scene?? Then Shakespeare falters when MC says his first name and she's then sent back to her own time?? Honestly, I think its some of the most memorable scenes in the game. The slow development of Will developing feelings for MC which lead him to take such drastic actions - chefs kiss! I should also mention, I like how Vincent and MC live in the future, its nice to see MC not having to give up her normal life for once, although I do feel bad for Theo. Not an amazing route but it's still good, 6/10.

Shakes: Like with Isaac, I didn't pay attention to his route when I first played. We meet Will and then go a few chapters without him or with him barely interacting with the MC, which annoyed me. But at chapter 7, things get interesting really quickly and I started enjoying his route a lot. I liked MC and Will's dynamic, their back and forth was entertaining to read and I think how their relationship developed well, it was angsty but also sweet at the same time, although sometimes I had no idea what he was saying at times. Before his route, Will was a confusing character to so to see his true face and his motivations cleared a lot up for me and explained his behaviour in other routes. I liked the way the murder of his friend was portrayed, but that and every other hardhsip Will faced made me feel so bad for him. I liked his friendship with Vincent too, and his troupe! I liked his involvemnt with Napoleon and Wellington as well, I was not expecting him to be stabbed, although he was talking to much, Vlad less so, it felt rushed. I loved his dramtic ending, espeocally th cg, you can see the differnce between his mask and true face, very dramaic route but i relly liked it 8/10

Currently 2/3's of the way through Dazai's route, plan on playing Fausts route and then Sebastians after.

#Ikevamp #ikemen vampire

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angel-starr · 1 year

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man im thinking abt aa6 now. I love how they wanted Apollo to have their super cool surprise backstory where he was raised by rebels, but had to go through so many hoops and be weirdly vague to make it work.

Like for example - Why the fuck were Thalassa and Jove globetrotting with an infant. They're a couple of kids with their first baby getting by on busking. This isn't even about responsibility more than everything about that seems like a logistical nightmare. Ask anyone who's tried to travel with young children, never mind a baby that needs diapers changed and regular medical checkups arranged. Why!!

And see. This is actually easy enough to handwave - Have them actually move out to and get married in Khura'in with the intention of raising Apollo there, out of Magnifi's reach. Have it be an ironic parallel to Magnifi hiding Thalassa away in Borginia, and a subtle way of connecting Apollo and his long lost mother.

But they can't do that, because they didn't actually give a shit about Thalassa as a character, and all this would imply she has her own agency and motivations. Which would make establishing Dhurke as Apollo's 'real' parent too complicated, because you'd have to contrast him being so neglectful and selfish against a mother that actually made some incredible personal sacrifices to keep him safe. The player would potentially see Dhurke as morally ambiguous at best, and they can't have that. This would also solidify Apollo being Khurainese from the start, and they wanted to be able to say Dhurke was making the right choice by sending Apollo back to his "true" country of origin. Because again. We can't have Dhurke be anything but the badass hero who nobly sacrifices himself.

God I'll never get over how his 'final wish' was to insert himself back into Apollo's life so many years later and actively lying to him about wanting to reconnect. Why would you make promises about making up for lost time when you're fucking dead. There is no time left. You ran out. Apollo is in his mid 20s at this point, if he wanted to get back in touch he would have found a way. He'd moved on and Dhurke just comes up and rips open all those old wounds because HE decided his mission was more important than whatever Apollo might actually want. If I was Apollo I would spit on his grave.

Anyways all this is moot because they shouldn't have tried to give Apollo a connection to Khura'in at all. Like all of these problems inherently stem from that, and things barely fucking change if you just. Pluck that out. Dhurke can just be a client needing help finding an old artifact that will prove his innocence. Then you reveal that the prosecutor currently making everyone miserable is actually his son and bam the AA cast gets swept up in a political movement that has nothing to actually do with them. Which in a way would reflect how Phoenix got swept up in all the Fey family drama back in the trilogy and you have narrative parallels!! Especially if you have Apollo and Trucy learning the truth and reconnecting with Thalassa it'd be a whole fuckin thing about family and sacrifices or whatever.

#aa6 spoilers #i guess #also Garan is a pointless character #just make Amara the evil corrupt queen u cowards #Say she married Inga and had Rayfa all for purely politcal reasons #This is why i havent bothered contacting anyone about that fm fic idea btw #i dont think i could pay anyone enough to jump through all these damn hoops to make it work for me

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wikkidly · 2 years

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If you're still interested in prompts, what about Jessica Jones and Matt Murdock with the line "'I love you' was my codeword for things going to shit."

Just like that movie | Jessica Jones x Matt Murdock

Request by: anonymous.

Pairing: Jessica Jones and Matthew Murdock.

Summary: Someone gets called out for not being able to use their adult words to say their adult feelings.

Warnings: Explicit language

Word Count: 2659

It had started out simply enough; once she knew that Matt was back in mostly one piece, Jessica had opted to drop by the office at least once a week. She used the excuse of bringing coffee, but it was to check up and make sure that piece stayed singular and breathing. Not that she wanted to acknowledge why she had that niggling need to check on him, but it was there and it didn't seem to be going anywhere. Foggy and Karen had gotten used to the impromptu barging in, skeptical eyes flicking over the pair of them to gauge their mood before she made her way into the office Matt was usually sitting in- client or not. She didn't stay long, so her presence was tolerated since all three seemed to have some annoying ability to discern why she was really there, even if she said otherwise. Matt would smile at her, accept the coffee along with the threat that she was going to kick his ass if he didn't wind up replacing her broken camera.

Was she still upset about that? No, not really, but it was a very real, solid thing she could put out there to point at to explain everything. And everyone thought of her as some kind of salty, bitter bitch-type anyway, so she thought her plan was genius. Until Foggy called her on it one morning. She came in, as usual, glanced over at Foggy poking at the pie that a client had apparently just left, Karen at the desk typing something up. The door to Matt's office was closed and she could hear something that sounded like a sob. Okay, fine. So she'd wait until that one came out without barging in. See? She had tact. Foggy looked up from the pie, giving her a bit of a crooked grin. "Hey there, Dread Pirate Roberts."

Jessica blinked, nonplussed and confused at the comment. "What did you just call me?"

Foggy's smile widened, and Karen cleared her throat, as if trying to warn him of the impending doom lingering over his head. "Dread Pirate Roberts. You know, from the Princess Bride?"

Green eyes narrowed as she glared at him, trying to figure out just what was going on in the mind of this weirdly-named lawyer. Maybe he'd been hit on the head recently. "I'm carrying hot coffee and I have a short fuse. Explain with a little more detail, Nelson."

Karen had stopped typing at this point and looked like she wanted to get up and diffuse the situation. Foggy just kept on going. "Come on, Jessica. You know what I mean. You come here every week and threaten to kill Matt over your camera. 'Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.'"

Jessica stared blankly at him for a moment, memories of that movie flicking through her mind as she tried to decide if she was pissed off or not. Karen got up, apparently concerned by Jessica's lack of response and came over to stand by Foggy. "I don't think he's saying you're going to kill Matt or anything. Or that you say you're going to-."

"Oh, no. No, I don't mean that. Just that it's an empty threat. And you're using it as an excuse to keep coming here to check on him. I'm just not sure if you're planning on handing him your piratic legacy or making out with him." Foggy was grinning as he clarified what he meant.

Karen looked like she wanted to smack him. Jessica wished she would. She heard the screech of a chair being pushed along the floor and the door to Matt's office opened, the man having apparently been summoned by the silence and maybe Karen's panicked heartbeat. Or maybe he just smelled confusion, like neon or something. She had no idea at this point. "Jess. Hey. Ah, I'm just- Foggy, would you come in and talk to Ms. Ramirez for a moment? She needs to go over the severance clause from her job."

The odd static feeling in the air seemed to diffuse with Matt poking his head out, but Jessica was still just staring at Foggy, trying to figure out what kind of brain damage he'd suffered. Foggy was just grinning, moving to enter Matt's office, patting him on the chest as he passed him. "Whatever you say, buddy. Just trying to get that train moving where it needed to go." Then he went in and closed the door, leaving Jessica, Matt, and Karen standing there. Quietly.

Until Karen apparently couldn't quite take the tension and went to grab her purse. "I think I'm going to take my lunch. You good with that, Matt?" Not that she waited around to see if he was or wasn't, purse snagged and coat slung over her shoulder as she moved to leave.

"Yeah, yeah. Lunch is… good." And just like that, the room was cleared and aside from the sound of traffic outside, it was quiet in the main office of Nelson, Murdock & Page, and Matt licked his lips and smoothed down his tie as he faced Jessica, all signs that her very keen detective skills had picked up as his fidgeting tics.

"Is he high?" Jessica felt that slip out as she shot a glare at the closed door to Matt's office.

A choked laugh and a shake of his head, and Matt came a few steps closer. "No, just… he's Foggy." He said some pretty ballsy things to some people in a way that they just didn't expect it, mostly because of how soft and squishy he looked. Foggy being a stand up guy was one of the reasons Matt knew that they'd make such good partners as well as friends. But his affection for Foggy might not save him from a verbal tongue lashing from Jessica Jones. He just hoped to at least deter the barrage from happening in his office in front of clients. "He does have a point, though. You do come in and threaten me all the time, and get mad all you want, but we all know you're not going to follow through on it. I'm, ah, not sure about the last part, though." He had suspicions, but Jessica wasn't the person he wanted to be the one to cross that very firmly entrenched boundary with first.

Her mouth opened to counter that, but nothing came out. Instead, it snapped shut and she held his coffee out to him, scowling with enough force that he'd better feel it. "Take it before I dump it over your smug head. The balls on you guys. Make out with you? Why the shit would I want to make out with some smug goddamn lawyer who'd probably go cry in a confessional over it after the fact. I don't want your fucking priest knowing about my goddamn sex habits, Murdock. Are you kidding me? I'm being nice by not breaking both your legs instead of giving you time to-"

"I got your camera, Jess." He broke that quietly into the middle of her rant.

"-because some people aren't made of fucking money. Wait, what?" She tipped her head playing back in her head to the words she'd almost missed. "When?"

"About three months after I came back." He tucked his hands in his pockets, head tipped in that way that he had when he was listening to her, everything about her and not just her words.

She wasn't sure if she was more annoyed that he was doing it or that she knew him well enough to know what he was doing. Goddammit. "Why the hell haven't you given it to me?"

A half of a shrug, and his smile seemed a little too lazy for her liking. "I was waiting until your birthday. Or until one of those threats actually sounded like you meant it."

"I meant them." She firmed her lips in a line as she glared at him.

"No you didn't. And your heartbeat tells me that you know you didn't." The smile looked a little too smug again.

She came closer, finger out and poking him in the chest. "Don't use your creepy bat radar on me. That's cheating. My heartbeat is currently telling you to go fuck yourself."

No, it wasn't. "You sure it's not telling me you love me?"

Jessica felt her stomach drop out, and she scrunched her nose up, giving him another poke. "I don't say that. Nothing in my body says that. The only time I'd ever say 'I love you' is as a codeword for everything's gone to shit." She remembered saying similar words to Trish, and she felt that same complex blend of feelings that she didn't want to try to untangle while she was face to face with Matt Murdock and his stupid red glasses.

Matt felt something dip in his chest, something that was sad and sympathetic for her, but as he wasn't suicidal, he kept that to himself. "So what do you say when you like someone?"

"I don't like people. I tolerate them." What annoyed her the most about that was that she knew he was able to tell the lie of that and she couldn't do anything to hide it. Fuck. "You know you're a dick for not giving me my camera already, Murdock."

His smile curved up one corner of his mouth, making it seem cheeky. "Maybe I liked giving you a valid excuse to come see me so you'd keep doing it." Matt was a smart guy. He'd been learning that there was a method to trying to woo Jessica Jones. And that apparently meant pretending he wasn't and letting her figure it out on herself. Only it seemed she'd been in deeper denial than he'd thought. Which was apparently why Foggy had decided to poke the angry alcoholic bear.

"That doesn't make any sense. You don't make any goddamn sense." And yet he did. It all started to fall into place in her mind; the fact that if she happened to stay a little longer on one of her check-ins, Foggy and Karen never came in to interrupt them, even if there were clients waiting. How he always knew she was coming and never had her camera, pulling the stupid puppy face instead and just thanking her for the coffee. The looks that Karen and Foggy shared when she came in and left, like they were disappointed that something hadn't happened. "Oh goddammit."

Matt just waited patiently as she found her own way through the maze of her own actions and emotions to the center of it and the realization there. Quiet. Smiling. Uncertain how she'd react once she actually figured it out. He didn't want her to leave over it or to stop coming. He didn't want her mad over it, but Jessica was an unknown element to him and he didn't always know how she was going to react. So he reached out and finally took the coffee that he was pretty sure she'd forgotten she was holding at that point. "Thanks for the coffee."

She jerked a bit at the contact and the words that mirrored where she was in her thoughts, stunned a little at the fact that a whole office of lawyers apparently knew her better than she did. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." Said softly, because he didn't think being smug was a good move at that moment.

She breathed out noisily, huffing out an exclamation. "No, I don't." She didn't ask him why he didn't tell her. He'd read her file, after all. He'd been around her for more than five minutes. He knew how prickley she was, particularly with anything emotional.

"You going to be mad at me if I ask you out on a date?" He sipped at his coffee, doing his best not to sound like he was hanging his hopes on that simple request.

He kept catching her off guard, and she was frustrated with the fact that he'd had more time to come to terms with this than she had. Consciously, anyway. Apparently her subsconscious had been sending out a bunch of smoke signals that he'd picked up on. Weirdo. "Depends on what you want to do and where." Because she might be an emotionally stunted idiot at times, but she didn't pussyfoot around anything. Not the important things. She might be more careful with it if it mattered, but because it mattered, she wanted to be clear.

It was his turn to clear his throat, lifting his free hand to smooth down his tie. Matt Murdock's thoughts had gotten excessively prurient lately, both because of having a person that had gotten his attention and not having the access he wanted to that person. Maybe it that visible tension that had prompted Foggy to make that push. Probably. The man was almost as good as Matt was at reading the people that mattered to him. "I'm, ah, pretty open to whatever you'd like. I don't want you out of your comfort zone."

It was the way he smoothed his tie and- was that a blush? Jessica finally broke a smile for the first time since she'd stepped in the office that day. "Now you're worried about my comfort zone, huh? Pretty sure you couldn't keep up with my 'zone', Murdock."

Was that a challenge? It sounded like a challenge, especially to a born fighter who also argued for a living. His tongue tapped at the back of one of his teeth as he contemplated his answer, but the smile was back as he heard hers. "I think you'd be surprised at what I can manage, Jones."

No, she wouldn't be, but she was certainly interested. They were messy, the both of them. She had her baggage; her sister, her partner, her past relationships, her emotional and physical damage. So did he. He'd all but died in a hole in the ground because of his baggage. He cared, sometimes too much. He had an odd sort of hope that she'd thought had been squelched out in this day and age. Funny to find it in a lawyer that ran around in a Spank Me suit at night beating up the criminal element. "Then surprise me, Matt."

Her baggage was why he'd been so careful beforehand with acknowledging anything, but he'd been doing her a disservice. She was tough. She was a survivor. She could handle a little pressure, or a little wooing. She wasn't as fragile as Foggy told him she looked. "Keep tomorrow night open."

It was at that moment that the Matt's office door opened, Matt's client stepping out with a tissue in her hands that she'd been using to dab at reddened eyes. Foggy gave them an apologetic look as he started to lead Ms. Ramirez to the main office door, confirming another appointment for the following week that Matt nodded at Foggy to agree with. "Sorry guys, but we have another couple of clients coming in-" he checked his watch, "ten minutes."

Jess nodded, then moved to follow the soothed Ms. Ramirez out of the office. At the door, she turned back to both men standing there. "About tomorrow, Murdock...? As you wish."

She closed the door and it was a good two heartbeats before she heard a whoop from Foggy. "I knew it, man. I knew it. She is so the Dread Pirate Roberts, and she looooooves you, Princess Mattycup."

That had her chuckling to herself as she followed the older woman to the elevator, trying not to feel overly giddy about this supposed surprise. She did call back out over her shoulder, loud enough that both of them would hear her. "Better have my camera, Murdock." And more quietly, so that only Matt would hear her, "Or I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

#matthew murdock #jessica jones #writing #fanfiction #prompt fill #anonymous request #daredevil #netflix mcu #messica #darejones #jessica jones/matt murdock #shippy stuff #fanfic #my fic #ao3 writer #ao3 author

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themusiichouse · 1 year

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@dragonskxn

Ah, medieval Europe (or at least what looked like it). A great place to be walking around totally lost in 21st-century garb with a really obvious Mage Vibe™ about you. No, really! It's not like you'll get stared at weirdly or anything! Well...

"You know, I really think we shouldn't have walked into this city without casting some sort of illusion on ourselves," Fanny says, gazing uneasily around her at all the strange looks the party was getting.

"I should have thought of that myself, honestly," Franzi replies, in her workout outfit that was clearly showing her well-toned arms and midriff. "I have the distinct feeling that it's not entirely appropriate here to be out in the world showing more than your ankles. Or to be a woman wearing pants."

"You tell me. I fucking hate being stared at," Minona mutters. "I can feel the white people judgment pouring off these fuckers. Like they just know that their counterparts in our world flip their shit at seeing a Black person in a hoodie…"

"For once I'm glad not to be in my kitsune form," Wolfie muses.

"It's not as though any of us could have guessed we'd end up in a place like this," Felix muses. "Or predicted in advance what kind of clothing we'd have to wear."

"Well, I know one person who could have predicted it," Fanny grumbles. "Wilhelm von Blumenthal! You do seiðr, don't you? Can't you predict the future with that? Couldn't you have given us a heads up about--"

She pauses, not hearing a response.

"Hey--where is that little brat anyway?"

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The little brat seemed to have other plans. Grinning broadly, he'd slowed so that the group could travel a short distance ahead of him, then ducked into an adjoining road and weaved his way through the little town until he could reach the central square. He didn't care for the townspeoples' suspicious looks, or their superstitious whispers. He wanted to know one thing and one thing alone: Whether the whole "music from the future could kill a medieval peasant" meme was true.

He got up on the central platform from which the town crier presumably announced his messages, and, pressing a finger to his throat in a bit of projection magic to boost his voice even further, called out, "Hear ye! Hear ye!"

The townspeople milling about whipped around, startled. That certainly wasn't their town crier's voice. Before them appeared a man (or was he a boy?) that looked no older than twenty--perhaps younger, even, judging by his short height and that impossibly fresh-looking face. And what on earth was he dressed as? What material were those blue pants of his made of, and why did the kneecaps look frayed? The shape of the letters on his short-sleeved shirt were familiar, but none were literate enough (or well-versed in foreign languages enough) to understand that it read, "WODAN WAS A FEMBOY." They did, however, note that it featured an old bearded guy in makeup and a dress. And immediately, every single one of their hackles went up.

"Citizens of this quaint little town," Wilhelm says, willing his voice to speak in Allspeak that would allow them to understand what he wished to communicate. "As humble as you are, you no doubt have been exposed to the beauty that music can offer you. Where I come from, I have heard the splendid tunes of traditional bards of my day, such as 'Gangsta's Paradise' and 'Pumped Up Kicks.'" He's referring to bardcore, of course. "But today, I will introduce you to a new kind of music. A transcendent experience unlike any you have ever heard before. One that will lift each and every one of you from your well-despised serfdom, and in exultation make you kings and queens. Listen well, for if you do not take the lessons of this new form of song to heart, you may never hear it again. Now is the time! Hear the music of the future! Hear the music of the REVOLUTION!"

A baton materialized in his hand. And as it did, the sound of Ride of the Valkyries poured forth into the air.

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"Hello! Bonjour!" Franzi calls to a shopkeeper along the path, waving with a cheery smile. Maybe if they were simply pleasant to these people, they'd excuse their strange appearances. "You wouldn't happen to know where to find--"

But the shopkeeper merely glared at her and turned away, pretending to busy herself with reorganizing her stock.

"You try, Fanny," Franzi sighs. "At least you've got a dress that covers your ankles--"

But it's not long before a sudden burst of music floods the town--Ride of the Valkyries, pouring out from its center. With such dramatically stirring opening notes, no one could miss it--least of all the rest of the Classica family. Fanny jumps as soon as she hears the noise--for that is what Wilhelm's music is to her, noise--and balls a fist.

"Oh, there he is, that insufferable--" Fanny doesn't even finish her insult before tearing off in the direction of the sound.

"What the fuck does he think he's doing?" Johannes cries as he hurries after her. "Do the words 'keep a low profile' not mean anything to him?"

"I probably shouldn't refer to my own grandson as an attention whore," Minona says, "and yet--"

"We can complain about it later," Franzi says, hurrying ahead of Fanny. "We have to grab him and get out of here. Now!"

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Wilhelm grins as he let the music flow through the open space, letting the magic overwhelm the senses of all those in front of him. Gone are the town's buildings around him, swept away by a grand illusion of a towering Norse hall soaring through the clouds, guarded by illusory Valkyries that took the form of his most beloved opera singers. A young dark-skinned woman with long hair soars forward, raising her spear to deliver the opening bars of the song;

"Hojotoho! Hojotoho! Heiaha! Heiaha!"

The voice bursts out in what could either be seen as an angelic resonance piercing the heavens or an all-out assault on the eardrums. The peasantry of this small medieval-looking town seems to have taken it as the latter. The townspeople scream at the intensity of the music-magic being hurled at them, hands planted on their ears as the force makes them collapse on the ground. That's to say nothing of the unfamiliarity of it all. What are these instruments, so ferocious and harsh? There is singing, but why is it like that? The sound of the strings arcs and swoops through the air like a lance intent on piercing them, while the brass pummels them without mercy. Some have literally fainted at the shock of the sight and sound; some manage to stand up, and hurry off to God knows where. Franzi sees them leave out of the corner of her eye; it can't be anything good.

"Wilhelm! What do you think you're doing? Get down from there!" Franzi calls, barely audible above the sound.

"Why?" he yells back. "I'm just seeing whether that meme about modern things killing medieval peasants is actually true. And I think it's working!"

"Fucking hell, Wilhelm!" his brother Johannes cries out. "We were literally just asking for directions!"

"We need to go now, before we get into any trouble," Franzi says, ascending the platform and grabbing Wil by the wrist.

"But the fun was just beginning…" Wilhelm pouts.

Well, the fun would come to an end just as soon as it began. Below, a large crowd had gathered, torches and pitchforks in hand, one person even with a long rope fit for tying someone to a stake.

"We were literally just asking for directions," Johannes repeats, as Franzi slings Wil over her shoulder and the group hurries off.

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"Put me down! Holy shit! Mom! Put me the fuck down!"

But it's no use simply to scream about it, or to beat her back with his tiny fists. The entire group has roped him up with their magic as Franzi hauls him out of the city, sparkling lines like music staves wrapping around him to bind him to her back. Each one of them alone, he can comfortably take, but when they all worked together, it's a different story…

"We can't stay here anymore. Good job," Fanny grumbles. "Now we're going to have to find another town, and God knows where that would be--"

"Of course we can stay here! There's nothing these simple townsfolk can do against the might of all our magic combined. And what makes you think we can't survive on our own until we get back home, anyhow--"

"It's not about magic, Wil! Not everything is about strength of magic! How would you like to be in a space where you can only force everybody to tolerate you?" Fanny cries. "Well, I mean, you probably already know what that's like, because that's basically the state of your fandom…"

"HEY!" Wil shouts.

"You know, I thought it was funny," Wolfie says cheerfully. "I wonder how they would have responded to my Cupcakke remixes--"

"Don't enable him!" Fanny thwacks Wolfie on the shoulder with the back of her hand.

"Hey, guys," Felix pipes up, "there's a--"

"Come on, loosen up," Wil says, grinning. "Of course it was funny! These people have never heard anything more than some bards tinkling away on a mandolin. Didn't you see? Ride of the Valkyries was literally blowing them away!"

"Well, the fact remains, you basically ruined our reputation in this town before we even had a chance to ask anyone for help," Fanny says.

"Guys, there's a--" Felix tries to interject again, but again his friends keep fighting.

"Yeah, and?" Wil challenges. "It's not like these people have Internet or anything. We can just find another town!"

"Word still gets around!" Fanny says. "It might be slower than in the modern day, but you know people still talk. How many times was your soulbound life caught causing trouble because people kept catching up to you?"

"That was the 19th century! This is a bumfuck century! Big difference!"

"Guys," Felix says, finally being heard, "there is a lady with blue hair following us."

"Huh?" Fanny turns around.

The whole group does, in fact. And there, in the trees, is a lovely young woman with strikingly fluffy blue hair and strangely pointed ears, staring at the party like they'd just come from another universe (which, of course, they did). They knew at once what she was, like what many of the townsfolk suspected: nonhuman. Perhaps that might make her a better ally here than most.

"Hello," Fanny says, stepping through the group to see her better. "What's your name?"

#dragonskxn #the sound of an anarchist's dreams. || wilhelm von blumenthal #death's fingers on the keys. || danièle franciska françois #daughter of elysium. || minona fairchild #johannes 'sir fancy skates' brahms. || johannes biehl #songs without words. || felix abraham #the voice of the lieder unsung. || fanny abraham #leck mich im arsch! || wolfie aiflós

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hello there! if you’re still open for requests, could you possibly write something about touch-starved ringo with hurt/comfort? no worries if not!! love your fics :)

hi anon! it took me a while, but here's a little something under the cut! It's up on my ao3 as well. I hope what I wrote is what you wanted. as you hadn't specified a pairing, I kept it platonic and wrote some paul & ringo friendship. I hope you like it!

Ringo liked it better when they all used to share rooms. This era of the band's night accommodations suited him much better. Sharing a bed with any of the other three wasn’t so bad either (Ringo secretly relished it). Nor weren’t the few times when they collectively had to pile up in order to try and keep some warmth. Admittedly, none of them got much sleep on nights like these, but. Tonight it isn’t half as cold, and Ringo still isn't likely to fall asleep anytime soon.

Which, if he were to ask his bandmates' opinion, would be deemed stupid. There’s no way they could see what the problem with this hotel room is, like Ringo does.

It is a good hotel room.

There's a good bed right in the middle of it, for starters. John said earlier that the mattress in his own room was divine, that he couldn't wait to pass out on it. Even better, this room isn't cold in the least; on the contrary, the air is pleasantly warm. Ringo only has a short-sleeved t-shirt and pyjama pants on, and no chill forcing him to add another layer. Past him would have been thrilled by this – an actually good hotel. What else could he possibly wish for?

And it’s a hotel he doesn’t have to pay himself – not directly at least – and which is a five-minutes ride away from the concert venue.

A hotel that's littered with soft carpets and which was, indeed, booked just for them.

Ringo tries to feel grateful for what life's giving him.

But he's sad and tired, and he’s feeling – oh, the point is, he's feeling weird tonight.

Weird like when he’d give anything (a nice hotel room) to get a hug. Even a short, barely there one. Just something that’d reassure him enough until morning comes, something that'd allow him to fall asleep with as little intrusive thoughts as possible, lest he's shaken awake by a nightmare within the next few hours.

It seems, though, that a couple nightmares is where he's headed at. That, or no sleep at all.

If Ringo could, he'd leave this forlorn and desolate but warm room, he'd venture across cold corridors, and he'd knock on one of his bandmates' doors.

But that's not what a grown man should do, right? This isn't even nowhere close to what a grown man should be thinking about in the first place. Ringo shrugs, tries no to add guilt on top of the feelings he's going through. He needs to push away these misconstructions. They're wrong, he got told that

Ringo takes a deep breath. That's when he notices how weirdly he's standing. It's simple: he's been holding his own hand for god knows how long.

It's just him with himself. Holding hands – but it’s no use, it’s no making him feel better in the least. His hands are desperately warm, not even cold.

He doesn’t need the cuddle pile anymore. Exit the Beatle sandwich and his friends’ groans of annoyance amidst gentle snoring.

Ringo doesn't need anything, because this well-furnished hotel room has everything he should need.

Yet it’s not enough. Without thinking, Ringo takes a step forward before stilling with one foot mid-air. What is he doing? He can't go beg for a hug.

His knuckles are white, the blood gone because of how tight his grip on his own hands is.

Somewhere, in the back of his throat, Ringo feels like crying. He won't, but he could – it would be so easy to give in. Everyone feels like crying sometimes, he reasons himself. So, sometimes he cries, sometimes he doesn't. The possibility is right there.

Except that, once more, there's no reason for crying. The travel went well. The show was as good as can be when your bloody fans love you too much to listen to your music. There was no argument between him and any of his bandmates, nothing to mention from the crew around them.

And this hell of a hotel room is beyond reproach.

There's a knock on his door. It's so unexpected that Ringo just gapes at it for a second, until he gathers himself and answers.

“Come in! It's open.”

“You shouldn't leave your door open like this, you know?” Paul says he gets in.

Ringo shrugs.

As someone who's aching for a hug, he isn't going to lock the door. Nope. He’s not going to tell Paul that either.

“The hotel's empty anyway,” he mumbles, but Paul isn't interested in his answer anymore.

“What are you doing?”

Ringo blinks. Not only does he look like he's trying to demonstrate what shaking hands is, but he's also standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“How long have you been standing there?” Paul asks, perceptive and unrelenting. “You look like you've been caught.”

“Guess I just zoned out,” Ringo shrugs again.

Paul, bless him, lets it slide.

“Can I stay with you for a while? I tried John on my way here, but I think he's asleep. And George cursed at me when I knocked on his door. I think he's writing a song.”

Ringo considers his words. Anyone else would conclude that he was only Paul’s third choice. But Ringo noticed the apologetic tone that sometimes makes Paul's voice feel softer. Especially in the middle of the night. Paul is assuming he's disturbing Ringo's plans, whatever they were.

“You’re fine, you can stay,” Ringo says with a small smile that doesn't really hide the relief on his face.

It must be blatant really, as Paul picks up on it right away. Ringo sees the way his shoulders relax.

“Alright,” Paul is grinning now, teasing him, “am I supposed to stand in the middle of the room with you?”

“Let’s just–” Ringo looks around them. There's nothing to sit on but a chair that doesn't look quite comfortable (finally, this room does have a flaw) “ –let's just sit on the bed, yeah?”

“Fine with me,” Paul says.

Without more ceremony, his bandmate drops onto the mattress. It squeaks, disturbing the peaceful atmosphere. All it does is make Paul giggle.

“Ritch, come on,” he calls him as he sits up and rests his back against the wooden headboard. “You’re not rooted in that spot, are you?”

But he kind of is, Ringo reflects. He really must have been standing there for longer than he thought. And there's another thing – he doesn't know what he'll be like when he finally moves.

It could be anything, from breaking down in front of Paul to snapping angrily at him out of frustration. Because he really needs a hug, and when he dares move … who knows what will become of him.

Carefully, he joins Paul on the bed. Nothing happens. Ringo wraps his hands around his sides as he sits next to him.

“Everything alright?” Paul raises an eyebrow.

He's eyeing Ringo from the other side of the obvious, too big distance Ringo left between them.

“I told you,” Ringo says patiently. “Yeah.”

He's fine, or at least he's feeling better since Paul came in. There's someone with him. A friend. Sure, Ringo would commit fraud to get a hug, but Paul’s mere presence is already soothing. It quells his worried thoughts.

“Okay,” Paul says, with a look of disbelief, and then he's asking about tomorrow’s program, and what Ringo thought of this and that, little bits from their day which Ringo sometimes remembers and sometimes doesn't.

This is one thing he can say about Paul. Paul knows how to distract Ringo from his thoughts. Whether he's helping consciously or not, it works.

The room isn't too big anymore. It’s decently suited now, with Paul talking quietly, sprawled on the bed now as he sometimes moves his hands above his head for added emphasis.

They've turned off the big lamp and only kept the smaller one on Paul’s side of the bed. After some time, tiredness combined to the soft lighting causes Ringo to yawn.

“Oh, so you think I’m boring now?” Paul asks, interrupting himself in the middle of a very long rant about the true meaning behind these song lyrics that he hasn't even written yet. The cheek of this man.

“’m just sleepy.”

“Would you tell me why you were so weird earlier?”

“Mm? Oh, yeah. I was ... feeling off. It's gone now, though,” Ringo says.

His eyes are closing by themselves.

“Thanks to me?” Paul clarifies.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” Ringo retorts, failing to stifle the yawn that makes his words barely understandable.

“I’ll let you sleep, I think we both need it,” Paul chuckles, “but I’ll stay here with you. Just to make sure you don't feel off again.”

Ringo isn't sure whether he manages to mutter a thank you before passing out. Finally, he's fallen asleep.

What he's certain of, however, is how he feels upon waking up.

Warm, comforted. The opposite from yesterday, thanks to Paul’s late night talk and also to the weight of Paul’s arm across his stomach. They must have shifted in their sleep, Ringo thinks dazedly.

Because, you know. When you sleep on top of the comforter instead of using it ... even in fancy, warm hotel rooms, cuddling your friends is required.

#request #my works #look i'm back and then disappearing again #life is hell haha it's fine #insert burning house meme here #the beatles

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Heavy Bakery - Chapter 6

MasterList / Kanami’s Profile / Previous Chapter

Chapter 6 - Auntie MY ASS!

“‘What? Make another cake?”

Kanami blinks, as she faces the man in front of her, on the other side of the counter. It looked pretty much the same as the other day, only, of course, with different clothes. He was looking at her with such a washed-out face that she couldn't believe what he'd just asked.

“Yup”, was what he said, without changing his expression.

“But… wasn’t the one we made enough…?”

“Honestly, it was”, he rolls his eyes, squinting at the memory of the other day “But someone else ate it. I was forced to share.”, in Ohma's head, comes a memory of Raian, Fusui and five others from the Kure clan literally chasing him because of that cake too. Raian ended up putting his face in the cake during the fight.

Raian walked out with his face as crumpled as the cake afterwards.

“Wha- and you wanted to eat alone?”, She blinks another time, still not believing the absurdity of the situation.

“The cake was for me, wasn't it?” He frowns a little, wrinkling his nose and shrugging his shoulders. “They ate it. So it wasn't delivered.”

She holds back a laugh. Yes, it seemed to be true, but honestly she didn't expect that, not really. But she sure as hell wouldn't fall for that.

“Well, I can make another one if you buy it.”

“How much did the previous one cost?” he asks “one like that, with fruits and chocolate and… that sweet mayonnaise?”

“Sweet mayonnaise? Ahh, maybe it was the frosting…” she thinks.

“Ahn… It’s a pity that I didn't make it thinking about the full price, it was from the bottom of my heart…” Kanami mumbles, thinking “but I usually sell one of that type and size for six thousand yens…”

“Okay. I’ll pay that other one. This one you do for me now.”

“Wha?! - She widens her eyes, blushing, “But that one…” and covers her face with her hand. This guy is weirdly annoying “Okay… I’ll make another one just like that…”

Ohma smiles a little, satisfied.

“Nice, when I can get it?”

“It takes me two days to do it, so next Monday.”

“But from today to Monday, it's five days…”

“Yes, but I have an agenda, you know, Karen…”

“My name is Tokita Ohma, not Karen.”

“Urrrghh…” she grunts. “I get it, he's a typical guy who thinks more with his muscles than his brain." That was what she thought.

“Okay, sorry, Tokita Ohma. I can't do it right now, but Monday I’m sure that it's ready. Can you wait ‘till there?”

He nods, shrugging. Kanami sighs.

“Okaaay, where’ll be the delivery address?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Address? Uh, right here. I’ll come here to get it.”

“Fine, It’s settled. Do you wish for something else?”

“A milkshake.”

No sooner said than done, next week’s monday, Kana's eyes widened when she saw him outside the bakery as she had arrived to open the doors.

“What the…” she exclaims when she sees him, leaning against the wall beside the door, arms crossed and head down, looking like a bouncer guarding the entrance. He seemed to be sleeping on his feet, when she approached he gave no sign that he saw her.

She observed. He really was sleeping on his feet. How long was he waiting there?

“Hey…” She poked his shoulder, which made him wake up immediately “Are you alive…?”

“Hmm?” He lifts his head and meets her eyes. Were they brown eyes…or were they gray? She couldn't say “Oh, hi Kanami.” He yawned, stretching a little.

“Dude, how long have you been there?” Kana was a little stunned, mainly because that… not so strange guy, remembered her name.

“Hnmmm…” he lifts his head to look at the sun “I think an hour... or two, I don't know…”

She smiled, sighing, feeling a little sorry. It was slightly chilly that autumn day, and he had been sitting there since dawn. He was definitely crazy.

“You’re making all this fuss because of a cake?” she was still a little stunned. It felt surreal.

“It’s not a fuss! My friend kept threatening me to steal the second one, so I got here first… if he comes I'll punch him off.” and scowls at the horizon.

Kana had nothing more to ask. Just called him to go to the entrance in the back, sighting “Come in, big guy. The staff will take a while to show up, closer to opening time, lucky for you I always get here early to get everything ready. I just need to finish the decorations for your order, anyway. But no fighting in my shop besides me, okay?”

“Hm… okay” Ohma follows the owner inside, and looks around the place, hands in his pants pockets, while Kana goes straight to the inside of the counter and hangs her coat on a wall, taking the apron she always wears. She takes a clip and arranges her hair in the usual bun. Then she shoots into the kitchen.

With her out of sight, he continues to watch the ceiling. There was a bunch of machinery he couldn’t quite understand what was for, but he recognized the professional ovens, and the trays, spotless clean in the white, off-white and gray setting. A huge table was in the middle, with a measuring plate and the scales, huge bows and pots. A smell of cleanliness and some sort of dough was in the air. In the ceiling, next to the normal lamps, and the anti-fire set, and the hangers where a lot of utensils rested there, in some sort of order. He looked at the white boards of the menus, now erased except for some lines, like a weekly schedule. He wondered what was on the menu today, but from what Kaede had said, with a whole cake as a breakfast, he probably wouldn't be hungry anymore. Probably.

“Hey” Ohma calls.

“Hmm?”

“What's on the menu today?”

“What the fuck bro… What are you, a bottomless bag, by any chance?”

“Everyone says that, it's impressive” he says as he exits the kitchen, passes on the balcony and sits in one of the chairs at the countertop “even Yamashitakazuo…”

“Who is this? That’s the gentleman who came with you?” She brings an unfinished cake and a bowl full of fruit to a table in front of the counter, as well as some other utensils he didn't know about. Ohma watches as she picks up a bag with a metal nozzle and squeezes out that colored mayonnaise.

“Yeah, that one” he nods, a little distracted.It was oddly satisfying seeing her squeezing while turning the table around, and the trail it formed behind, swirling.

“What is he, your uncle?” She gives him a quick glance, before taking the spatula.

“My friend. And he's also my employer... sometimes.”

“‘Employer?” She was really invested in knowing more. And she wanted to know because she was uncomfortable talking alone in a place with a man she only knew by name. “So you work as a freelancer?”

“What is a “free-lancer”?”

“Ah, it's a specific word in English, it means "temporary" or else a worker who doesn't have a fixed contract, as normal jobs usually are.”

“Yeah, so that's it. I’m a Free-lance” He watched her pass a kind of spatula on the cake, leveling the dough. The sight reminded him a lot of a bricklayer plastering a wall, only… in a much faster and more skillful way. He couldn’t take his eyes off.

Kana, from her point of view, just saw a guy…well, he was a built one, but beside that, surely was almost in his thirties, but the way he was looking at her, arms crossed over the counter, too interested in what she was doing. Okay, it was a common reaction, but the way he followed it with his almost shining gaze seemed… close to childish.

“If you have any fruit you don't like, just tell me”, she jokes, while putting the decorations, the way she remembered.

He nods, saying nothing. Kana still felt uncomfortable.

“So… you are Tokita Ohma, a guy with almost two meters, extremely worked build, typical of a fighter, of unknown origin, who happens to work as a freelancer in a neighboring office… who has a black hole in his stomach. What else can I know about you?”

“I don't know. Why do you want to know?”

“Well, I believe that finding me in an alley surrounded by gangsters wanting to beat me up, and bailing me out when I was fucked up, makes us at least not weird at each other. And don't get me wrong, you can have a pretty good face, but I've seen people of all colors and different personalities. At the very least I know that you're not a bad guy, which relieves me a lot.”

“I know you're not bad either” he shrugs “you gave me a cake.”

She held back a laugh. Okay, that was strangely adorable.

“Well, I think it's my turn. I'm Oomori Kanami. As you already know, the owner of this bakery, I train Kickboxing…”

“Kickboxing mixed with Muay-Thai, but still an amateur”, he completes, still eyeing the cake “Your techniques have potential, but if you want to get stronger, you have to train more…”

"Did you realize that just by watching me fight twice?"

“Uh-huh…” he nods, “If I may say so, your footwork is still kind of wrong…”

She looks at him in disbelief, kinda insulted but not quite, “and… you say that because you train too, right?”

“I'm a fighter”, he straightens up, looking at her, “I work with professionals.”

“Ahhh… right” She holds the pastry bag, a little uncertain. Now she was clearly intimidated. “I understood. I don't train much, I do it more as a hobby, and for self-defense.”

“I noticed. You are better at making cakes.”

That actually offended her, but at least he said she was good at something.

“Okay, Bocky Ralboa, what league do you fight in, by any chance?”

“Mixed Martial Art”, and that was half-true; he had rehearsed with Kazuo.

“Where?”

“An Informal league, I'm part of what we call the “backstage”.” - this was also rehearsed.

“Oh, right, so that's why you don't appear on television…” she sighs “what a pity, Tomori and I would love to watch it.”

This Ohma didn't expect, he opened his eyes wider, surprised. Kana notices this.

“What? My friend Tomori is a martial-arts fanatic. She loves watching every kind of tv program whenever there's a fight. Her favourite is… SJPW, I guess”

“SJPW? Does she know Sekibayashi?”

“Yes… Do you know him?”

“I've fought him” Ohma nods “he's strong.”

“Wow” Kana smiles “Don't say that to Tomori, or she'll scream too loud and be pestering you to get an autograph with him” she laughs a little.

“I won't say, then”, “It's enough that I put up with every holiday with Karla”, Ohma thinks. Then look at the cake “Oh, is it done?”

“I think so” she turns the lazy-suzan, looking for details he wouldn't be able to identify in a million years “Okay, you can take it.”

She hands him the cake, and for the first time since she met him, he had that huge smile on his face. It was even comical, watching his adorable reaction. He takes the tray and was about to leave the counter when she hands him a fork.

“You're not going to eat that with your hands, are you? Be respectful, man …”

“Ah… okay” he picks up his fork and carries the cake to the table in the back of the bakery, still smiling.

She shakes her head as he sits down, over the moon in joy. Apparently he was a simple guy, both in taste and actions. She didn't ask him for confirmation, but from her hunch that he had been someone from "Inside", it made perfect sense for him to be happy with something "decorated" like this. "Well," she concluded, sighing and putting away the materials, "As long as he pays, I don't give a damn where he comes from."...

“Ahaaaaaaaa, so here's where you’re hiding, dumbass!” a sudden shout almost made Kanami drop her stuff on the floor. She looked in the direction of the sound and there was basically a guy the same size as Ohma walking through the front door. He had spiky white hair and scary eyes, silver in color, but with a dark sclera. Kanami shivered from head to toe at the devilish expression of the guy, who was striding closer to the - apparently friend, maybe…? - in the background.

“Aw maan, leave me alone…” Ohma answers with a frown, already putting the cake aside, wanting to protect the food, “It's mine! Fuck off!”

“Cool your jets, I don't want this shit anymore” he sits at the same table, but in the chair opposite Ohma.

Kanami couldn't help but scowl at his comment... She decided to summarily ignore him. Clearly he was some kind of same-level dude, from the way they were casually chatting…or maybe friends…until she saw the knife holstered in the blonde's leg, and again, she shivered from head to toe, but worse. What kind of person walks around with a knife like that, so exposed, like a cop or a soldier?!

“Calm down Kanami, calm down…” she tries to take a deep breath “He and Ohma are friends, so Ohma won't let him do anything to me or the bakery… will he?” shook her head “No, if he does anything, I'll punch him! Is this time to be a coward?!”

With that, she lifted her head and went back to work.

“Oy, BAKERY AUNTIE!” the guy yelled “Is it open yet?”

This got on Kanami's nerves. Aunt?! Was he a child by any chance?!

“You and I are practically the same age…”

“Fuck that, is it open or not?”

She had to control herself not to growl. "It's just a bad customer, be professional..."

“Not yet…”

“Open it, I want to order something too. Seeing this asshole eating is making me hungry.”

“Nobody asked you to come, Raian…” Ohma grumbles, with his mouth half full, when Kanami leaves to the kitchen, clearly annoyed.

“And since when do I need to be sent? Speaking of which, you owe me.”

“YOU owe me. You ruined my cake…”

“Still this story? You've already won, and you're eating another one.”

“It cost me six thousand, will you pay?”

“Just it? Easy-peasy.” - he leans back in the sofa, crossing arms, “So, are you hiding here or did you just come to hit the plate?”

“Both, only the first one no longer, duh…”

“Hhehehehe, no longer” he laughs, looking at the place, “But tell me, what's yours with this place?”

“I came to eat with Yamashitakazuo, then later, at night, when I was returning home, I found the owner surrounded by gangsters.”

“And then you saved her?”

“No, she took down all the guys.”

“Really? That girl over there?” he points to the door with his thumb where Kanami had entered “Heh, okay, I can see that. Then you fell in love?”

“No, idiot, she was stabbed.” Ohma frowns.

“Oh. Shucks, when I started to think she was cool…”, he shook his head, sarcastic.

“That's when I took her to the hospital. She gave that cake to me as a thank you, then you know the rest.”

“Hm” he snorted, “Okay. Oh… about that thing…”, he leaned over to speak, entering the "business mode", “I think you already know that the big ones are getting together to end the Worms, right?”

“Yep, I do…”

After placing the last tray of cookies in the display, Kanami checks the time. Tomori and Hiro should have arrived, at least. But things were already sorted, so she could handle the clientele for a little while.

“Eh…” she approaches the two men, “excuse me.”

The two looked at her. Kanami held back another shiver, and tried to solemnly ignore the blonde's psychopathic gaze. She cleared her throat to soothe herself.

“Here, This is the menu”, she said, handing the plastified booklet in a more professional tone “If you want anything, call me by name, Oomori. I'm just going to check one thing out there, so you'll have time to choose. Excuse, me.” She bows a little and leaves.

“Kanami” is Ohma's voice.

She stops and turns around. “May I help you?” asked, still in a serious tone.

“Thanks”

It took her by surprise, again. She cleared her throat and nodded “it's a pleasure” smiling, turning around and almost darting out to look down the street.

To her relief, there they were, late. She waved a little, and they quickened their pace.

“Oh, Kana, sorry” said Tomori “The traffic was chaotic downtown today…”

“Yes, there was a dead guy there, then the authorities were investigating…”

“Ah… I'm glad you're fine at least” she lets out the breath she'd been holding “there's already a customer waiting, so hurry up.”

“But already?!” Hiro is amazed, “Not even five minutes since it opened…”

“See for yourself”, she makes room for them to enter, and Hiro widens his eyes, turning quickly to Kanami.

“Oh my gooood…” he squeaks very softly, “Now there are two of them…!”

“Hold your horses, the other one is more dangerous than the first one… Like, a psycho, look at that knife, he must be at least a thug”

“Okay, I'll look at it from afar…” He was very red, still whispering. “Oh, man, just when I found a blondie to admire…”

Tomori sighed but looked red too, but kinda afraid. “Okay, people, calm down. Let's be pros. But I'm just the cook, you go talk to them.” She pushed her friend.

Kanami almost protests, if she hadn't remembered that she was practically the Jack-of-all-trades there. She covered her face with her hand in internal frustration. Dealing with the bastard and the bottomless bag, at the same time.

“Okay, let's go.”

“Hey, Auntie…” Rayan was already starting to speak, when Kanami lost control, letting out with a shout:

“Auntie my ass, son of a bitch! I'm at your fuckin age, goddamn it!”

Rayan blinks for a second and starts to smile widely “HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA, now I understand the “heavy” part!”, and laughs out loud, just like a hyena.

Turns out he chose to eat sandwiches and a slice of pie. And Ohma, almost as was to be expected, followed suit.

Next Chapter Here

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kenganverse #ohma tokita #tokita ohma #heavybakery #kengan oc #kure raian #raian kure #fanfiction

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phantomchick · 1 year

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m for the ask game

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Boy do I.

robin! jason's ghost slowly turns into a poltergeist as bruce and dick start badmouthing him more and more after his death. At first he's like some kind of innocent guardian spirit hanging around his family protecting them in what ways he still can The first sign, is at the beginning, he hears alfred say when bruce gets home on the plane without jason with him (at least, not with him in the way he's meant to be anymore) 'it's not your fault master bruce, the boy was determined to disobey you!' and something shakes inside him. A tremor in his heart that makes him still and blink and curl his shoulders in on the hurt for a moment before he shrugs it off. Alfred's just trying to stop Bruce from self destructing, from blaming himself, which is good because Jason doesn't blame Bruce for his being murdered either! And really it was sort of Jason's fault even if he- even if he'd only disobeyed Bruce in the first place by leaving because Bruce kept lying to him, even if he hadn't meant to disobey Bruce that last time, his mom had said joker was gone! He's sure that really Alfred doesn't mean it like that, he's just trying to do damage control. From there it's more making jokes that no one can here, making sure bruce doesn't stand on the glass he threw at a wall last night, little things that don't really fix anything except they're all he can do and he's grateful even to do this much now. It's when dick comes to fight about him with bruce, and at first Jason is relieved, that he cares, that he's this upset that he's dead, that he wanted to know, and would've gone to the funeral if he could've, that things get worse it's the words 'i was a trained acrobat, i could think quickly in perilous situations. But why did you let HIM become robin before he was ready!' that knock the air out of his lungs, or that's what it feels like, like he can't breathe, even though ghosts don't breathe and he'll never breathe again it sounds like 'why did you let him become robin' like jason wasn't good enough but dick said 'before he was ready' too and jason chants that in his mind to reassure himself, it wasn't that jason couldn't be good enough but that he hadn't had the training he needed yet but he had, it wasn't a lack of training that got him killed... right? It's Bruce turning on Dick in the next second that cuts off his mini monologue time slows down weirdly or speeds up weirdly for jason now that he's become a ghost at the best of moments but the slow motion slide of bruce's fist again dick's face makes jason wish he could turn back the clock and hide under his bed in his room instead of following dick to the cave when he arrived today he's never seen bruce hit anyone that wasn't a criminal before and it scares him and makes him feel sick and shaky it brings back too many memories of willis seeing bruce hit his kid bruce shouldn't ever hit one of them outside of sparring or mind control scenarios! this is wrong wrong wrong it's Ẇ̵͐R̵̐́O̵̾́N̴̈́͑G̵͛͛ You know. THAT KIND OF FEELING? i feel like jason slowly turning into a poltergeist from overhearing things is just chef's kiss. - BNHA au where snipe's quirk Homing is fake and he's just like an insanely good trickshot i need snipe noticing midoriya's shoes before anyone else at UA i need snipe's identity being secret and covered up with a mask not because he wants to maintain his mystery or privacy like edgeshot but because he's registered as quirkless in his civilian identity i need snipe pulling the longest of long cons because of quirk discrimination and the expectation of heroes having powerful quirks

olympic gold medalist au

au where post death amnesiac jason becomes an olympic gold medalist at pistol shooing and his family find out by watching the olympics

#Thanks for the ask #My writing #My wips

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how did u get into this series? 👀 what's ur fav dynamic, and your fav character (probably apart from eiden)?

ASK ME ABOUT NU:C (NOT ACCEPTING)

Let's see... I'm like half convinced I saw a picture of Edmonds really stupid uniform (sorry nuc i cant take it seriously) in twitter which is when I took notice of it but I dont think I downloaded the game then... I faintly recall being like oh he which was Olivine like 'oh he looks nice' but didn't expect to really get into the game at all but boom Eiden drew me in pretty much immediately lol. Liked him from the start. Storywise speaking i think first chapter that i liked a lot was kuya's but i think the story didn't grab me until Garu's weirdly enough bc the dude's my least fave lol, Dante's chapter even more though.

Faves....Aside Eiden, Rei was just introduced but he's already a fave of mine, the pretty aloof personality (for now! he only met Eiden) paired with obvious underlying issues (reasons still a mystery) that he's got. Has a bit complicated relationship with sex where he seems to treat it more as a tool to achieve goals (get magical items etc, study essense... ) than something fun (to the point where he'll even go through unpleasant stuff for it) where its easy to see how Eiden will fit into that ! He's like this ....researcher type but his personality is very different from the usual archetype s so it's interesting for sure - ALSO FATHER IS REALLY CUTE It's still pretty interesting to see how it'll develop, I'm glad the main story's taking it's time with him bc i think nuc does a bit better when it slows things down rather than crams it up into one thing for sure. 'I've seen people complain about nothing happening these chapters but its like...time, atmosphere settling, wish the game did this more often. It doesn't work with events bc limited story space and all. His intimacy stories also expand on him pretty nice.

Kuya is other fave because apparently i like resident bastards but yeah, mr-im bored bc long life which is also why it's hard to open up. Youkai and humans also have a difficult relationship, have had for a long time so Eiden's attempts in patching things up piss him off a lot but also bring him that element of surprise he so enjoys when things dont go the way he expects - hope makes it painful when it goes wrong after all. I also like his dynamic with Eiden a lot - which is really just Eiden kinda trying to please him with best of his efforts. He finds it amusing ofc and with recent developments he even seems to like it when eiden just does his own thing - not that he'd admit - eiden 'owes' him so much now since he's let him close. He calls him a toy, it's amusing how he tries so much and brings so many surprises right.... It's cute dynamic.

Those two are pretty much faves but dynamicwise close come Dante, Quincy Olivine and Blade tho! I'm not running introduction on them though.

Dynamicswise... With Dante it's that fun bickering with Eiden but also the differences that flare things up, finding bridge between them and so on, I love his Kleinmas event intimacy story a lot. Also Olivine's got that fun serene horny vibes but also really calm, cute and sincere moments that also feel really fresh, I also love how he's just " : )" when eiden just horny stuff. It's actually cute.

Quincy too though, similar as with Kuya but also differently he's grown tired of the long life he's had but Eiden's opened him up and stuff. Also different (but not completely different) to kuya he likes when Eiden does his own thing, likes it when he's selfish too which balances out great since Eiden's very people pleaser type so that nice chill moments just work out very cute too.

I also like Eiden's dynamics with morvay though lmao fellow hornies exchanging tips with each other and stuff, it's fun.

#schleckermaul #I HAVE A LOT FEELINGS hard to cram up things in one

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Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, the Kawata twins and Kazutora in:

When they see you with your ex.

Disclaimer: E/N means Ex's name. The ex changes gender for each one to be more exclusive I'm sorry if it feels confusing. Kazutora's has mild angst but otherwise this is really sfw.

🌟 Draken

☆ He'd kinda crashed Mikey and Emma's day out. You'd told him you had something to do this weekend so what else was he supposed to do with his free time? The three of them had stopped to eat on the outdoor patio at a nice restaurant and while Emma and Mikey chatted away about something school related. Draken sat quietly sipping his tea.

☆ You'd been kinda weird when he'd asked why the two of you couldn't hang out today. You didn't even tell him what it was you were doing instead. And you always told him literally everything about your life. Sometimes unprompted.

• "Hey, isn't that Name?" Emma's voice suddenly caught his attention.

• "Who's the guy?" Mikey questioned in between bites of his food.

☆ Draken's head shot in the direction Emma had pointed in. Sure enough there you were, talking with a guy who was about the same height as Draken. Weirdly enough Draken felt like he'd seen this guy somewhere before.

• "Is that?.. E/N?"

☆ Draken squinted still staring at the two of you talking. You didn't exactly look happy but you and your ex were standing way too close. He felt a little pang in his heart.

• "Maybe she just.." Emma cut herself off. Your arm came up to wrap around your ex's neck. Pulling him in for a hug which he just as soon reciprocated.

• "Let's just go." Draken said and Emma seemed to immediately agree. As soon as Draken and Emma squeezed back into the open doors of the restaurant Mikey hightailed it in the opposite direction.

• "Dammit Mikey!"

• "Mikey!" Emma called but it was definitely too late for that.

☆ Mikey ran up behind you tapping your shoulder as Emma and Draken made their way down to the scene that was now forming.

• "Are you cheating on Ken chin?" Mikey questioned with zero hesitation. His face stern and his shoulders bared.

• "Mikey.." You said

• "I would've preferred to do this later." Draken grit. Though Mikey didn't even spare him a glance.

• "This is.. your new boyfriend right?" E/N asked

• "Name." Emma began "I know you wouldn't cheat on Draken.."

☆ You sighed putting some space between Mikey who looked two seconds away from punching someone and your ex whose confusion seemed to grow the longer this went on.

• "I'm not, I would never.." You sighed before continuing on. "He's dating my friend now and since we had some bad blood between us.. I figured I should try to get along with him since he's staying in my life. But I'm so sorry Ken Ken, I should've told you yesterday when you asked."

☆ Mikey stepped to the side as you held out your hand for Draken to take. He wasted no time pulling you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead.

• "Don't ever do this again."

• "Go out with my ex without explaining myself? Or get caught going out with my ex without explaining myself?"

• "All of it." Mikey interjected, hands placed in his pocket but his normal smile was starting to reappear.

• "Go home you two. I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon with these two."

• "Oh? Is it because you're worried something will happen?" You asked Draken laced your finger tips slipping your hand into his pocket.

• "I was never worried, I just wanted to spend time with you." He explained

☆ Definitely should've just invited him in the first place because within a couple hours your ex and Draken have become better friends than the two of you were supposed to be.

🌟 Chifuyu

☆ Him and Takemichi decided to spend the afternoon in Chifuyu's favorite manga shop since sitting at home had become tiresome.

☆ Takemichi had organized a small pile of books around his body like a nest while Chifuyu just searched the aisles aimlessly. He didn't have a book in mind before coming here so he figured he'd pick one out from his favorite section once they got there.

• "Hey Chifuyu?" Takemichi looked up as Chifuyu flipped through one book while he held another in his hand.

• "I can't buy both of these. Takemichi which one do you think is better?"

• "Isn't that Name?" Takemichi pointed over the stack of books on his left sure enough just outside the aisle was you with a girl chatting away.

• "Who's the girl Name's talking with?" Takemichi asked looking up at Chifuyu, though Chifuyu had already ducked his way behind the bookshelf peering out of the aisle at the current scenario.

• "What the hell are you doing?" He asked coming over.

• "That's Name's ex."

• Takemichi fell in line next to Chifuyu peering over his head, "I didn't know Name dated girls too.."

• "Yeah.. it's not a big deal.." Chifuyu said as the two of you giggled about something a couple feet away.

• "If it's not a big deal why are we hiding?"

• "Shh!" Chifuyu ducked back as you and your ex walked a little ways away. "Come on let's follow them."

• "Why don't we just go talk to them?" Takemichi followed reluctantly.

• "I don't want Name to think I came here because I was stalking-"

☆ Just as Chifuyu had made it to the next aisle he tripped over a snag in the carpet causing an oblivious Takemichi to bump into him. A loud oof from both of them alerting you and your ex of their presence.

• "Chi?" You called annndd now you were coming over. "Hey Chi, what are you doing here?"

• "This is my favorite manga place." Chifuyu answered with a grunt, stepping into the aisle.

• "I know.. I just thought you and Takemichi would be at your place."

• "What's going on?.. This is what you were busy with?" He gestured between the two of you.

• "Chi." You stepped forward and Chifuyu took one step back. "You know how me and, E/N are childhood best friends and how my grandmother is sick right now? My grandmother is basically a second mother to her so she invited me out to take my mind and her's off things, She suggested we come in here and I said ok but it wasn't right of me to not tell you, I'm sorry baby."

☆ Chifuyu looked between you and your ex his eyes slowly beginning to soften.

• "I'm not mad love. It was just weird you don't normally do underhanded things like this." He pulled you into his chest for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

• "You should come with us." E/N said pointing to Chifuyu and Takemichi. "Name won't stop talking about how wonderful you are as a boyfriend anyway."

☆ A bright pink flutters over both you and Chifuyu's cheeks as Takemichi snickers behind you both.

• "Next time you can bring Hina and we can make this into an outing." Chifuyu said, poking Takemichi in his side with his elbow before wrapping his arm around your midsection.

☆ You guys probably end up staying in the store for a couple more hours honestly because if there's anything you and Chifuyu have in common it's your love for manga.

🌟 Mitsuya

☆ He'd been running errands for his mother all morning so by the time he reached the supermarket he was completely exhausted. He pushed his shopping cart through the aisles with a long sigh, checking off items as he went.

☆ He rounded the last corner glad that his day was nearly over and already thinking about what he was going to prepare for dinner when the sound of your voice caught his attention.

☆ His first assumption was that he was so tired he was imagining it but the airy ring of your laugh soon validated his suspicions. You'd told him you were hanging out with friends today after all.

☆ He grabbed the last thing on his list deciding to go say hi. He wheeled the cart directly into the next aisle walking up as you and a person he didn't recognize were having a chat with an elderly woman.

• "You two are so cute together." The woman gestured with a small smile.

• "Oh.. no we're exes and friends." E/N explained

• "Aw I'm sorry things didn't work out for you two." The woman nodded

☆ You opened your mouth to respond but Mitsuya's warm gaze caught your attention first.

• "Suya, hey!" You greeted, walking over to greet your boyfriend with a small hug.

• "That's the actual boyfriend." Your ex explained to the woman.

• "This is the friend you told me about yesterday?" Mitsuya asked looking at your ex with a blank expression.

☆ The tension in the aisle could be sliced with a knife and the lady from before quickly walked away to another side of the store.

• "We are just friends now I promise. There's nothing going on between us and they're having a party tonight that's why we're here." You gestured to your ex who awkwardly waved back. "I was going to invite you later so that you could sneak out when Luna and Mana are asleep."

• Mitsuya nodded his expression softening as he reached up to cup your cheek, "I wish you had just explained that earlier, next time just tell me I won't be angry."

• "I will, I promise." You gave him a quick peck which he reciprocated. "I'm going to head with Suya but I'll see you at the party later?" You asked turning to your ex.

• "Yeah, I'll see you then." They replied as they left.

☆ And yeah sure Mitsuya said he was cool with it but you two ended up skipping the party and after dinner you both stayed in bed all night.. (Do with that what you will. 🙃)

🌟 Nahoya/Smiley

☆ You'd only been dating Nahoya for a month and everyday you two met up at the same place after school.

☆ Sometimes (like today) he'd grab Souya/Angry and head out to meet you. Today the three of you were just supposed to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to the Toman meeting.

☆ The second the two of them had stopped their bikes Souya pointed you out where you were holding a box and talking to some stranger.

• "Who's that guy?" Nahoya's grin tightened as he watched the way the guy yapped away while you just silently listened.

• "He looks like somebody." Souya pondered for a second before his gaze fell on his brother. "I recognize his face he was in some picture on Name's wall."

☆ Nahoya didn't wait another second to storm over to the situation Souya trotting along behind with his teeth grit.

• "What the hell is this?" Nahoya grunted though his smile never wavered. The indent of anger extremely noticeable on his forehead.

• "Hoya, this is E/N he-"

• "E/N as in your ex?" Souya chimed up before you could finish.

• "You invited your ex here when you knew I was coming? What kind of shit are you pulling here Name?"

☆ His smile began to dip at the edges but it was obvious he was trying to keep up his natural facade. His fists clenching at his side, book bag carefully slipped into Souya's arms behind him.

• "I just needed my stuff back, I promise." You tried to explain, shaking the box in your possession for Nahoya to see.

• "I didn't mean to intrude on your-"

• "You shut the fuck up!"

• "Hoya!"

• "So you thought you should invite him on our date? Are you trying to piss me off?"

• You stomped your foot exasperation slowly starting to take over in your face and tone. "Hoya, I didn't invite him! I told him I was here and he's gonna be on vacation for three weeks but I needed my camera back." You hold up the camera that you'd fished from the box, Desperation thick in your voice. "So he decided to drop my stuff off with me and you just happened to get here before he could leave." You rest your fingertips on the bridge of your nose. Glad for the silence that soon arises.

• "I should go." Your ex whispers doing a little scoot around Nahoya who still hadn't completely cooled off.

• "Hey, stop it." Nahoya grips your chin pulling your shaky form closer to himself. "You should've just asked me to get your shit for you."

• You muster a little giggle, sniffling and wiping your face with the back of your hand. "You would've kicked his ass then brought me my stuff."

• "He would've deserved it."

☆ You pull Nahoya closer though he's still a little hesitant to return your affection.

• "Let me make it up to you please? You and Souya." You turn to Souya who's still holding both his and Nahoya's backpacks.

• "You're paying for lunch today." Nahoya replies pulling you into his side. He lowers his voice leaning into your ear as Souya walks ahead to his bike. "And if I ever see that jackass again I'll break his jaw."

🌟 Kazutora

☆ Baji and him had spent the day riding their motorcycles until they decided to take a break not too far away from the shrine where Toman meetings were always held.

☆ They soon found themselves parking their bikes and skipping stones by the riverbed.

• "So, why is it that you're hanging out with me instead of your partner today?" Baji asked as his stone plopped into the water.

• "They said they had something going on." Kazutora replied

• "If I was with someone that gorgeous I'd be willing to go with them but whatever."

• "Maybe you should have someone before you start dishing out relationship advice."

☆ Baji grinned wide throwing a soft punch which Kazutora caught with a snicker pretending to right hook him. It soon lead into a chase with Baji dodging all of Kazutora's playful jabs walking backwards and making sound effects to go along with each swipe of his fists.

☆ Baji grabbed both of Kazutora's fists pushing him back until he nearly tumbled onto his ass. His laugh unbridled in its volume.

• "Come here Kazutora I'll show you how to throw a real punch."

• "What the fuck.." Kazutora's gaze followed two people walking along the path that went just overhead.

☆ Baji's head whipped around to track Kazutora's gaze stopping on the two people walking side by side almost out of sight at this point.

• "Is that-" Kazutora was nearly gone by the time Baji had processed the words. "Hey!" He called out running to catch up but Kazutora had already sprinted to the top of the bank, jogging along to catch up to the people they'd spotted.

• "Name!" His voice boomed closing the distance scarily quick.

☆ You'd stopped dead in your tracks, turning to face the chilling look in your boyfriend's eyes as he stood before you. Baji right behind and practically out of breath.

• "Who is that?" Kazutora pointed

• "Tora.. baby don't freak out.."

☆ His earring clinked against his face as he stared into your eyes.

• "Are you leaving me now? Is that it?"

• "Tora!" You huff, putting your hands out.

• "Kazutora.." Baji called out already sensing the weight of the situation.

• "She's my ex but listen-"

• "So you are cheating on me.." Kazutora's jaw locks and when you reach out for his sleeves with pleas of his name he just slaps your arms away.

☆ When he leaves he runs for his bike. His leg anchored over the side already gripping the handle bars tightly when Baji's loud scream of his name rips through the air.

☆ He's got his bike out of park but just as he starts to drive away you dash out from nowhere and yank his handle bar.

• "Dammit Tora listen to me!!" You beg, he can clearly see the beginnings of tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you hold onto the hand still clutching his handlebars.

• "What could you possibly say? That it didn't mean anything? That you love me?!"

• "Yes! I do love you! You mean everything to me! I needed to be with E/N today because her mom went missing a couple days ago! The woman that took me in and loved me all my life is out there somewhere and no one knows anything about it so dammit Kazutora if you love me even half as much as I love you, don't leave me right now!"

☆ You latched onto his jacket letting your loud sobs fill the now quiet air.

• "You told me.. You love me.." His whispered tone barely reaches your ears as you continue to choke on your own tears.

• "I.. love you.. Tora.." You hiccuped

☆ His arms wrapped gently around your waist, face deep in the crook of your neck as you slowly began to relax.

• "I'm sorry." You felt him tremble as he held you closer than he ever had before. "I love you.." He reciprocated. "I'm here.."

🌟 Souya/Angry

☆ Souya tended to listen more than you realized. Like when you go on and on about a band you absolutely adore to the point where he stays up until almost 12 am to snag tickets for the two of you to go see them on the weekend. And this was that weekend.

☆ He'd been nearly bursting with excitement over it and now he could finally surprise you with the news after holding it in for a solid week.

☆ He parked his bike across the street from your house, reaching into his jacket pocket for the umpteenth time to check that both tickets were there. After a few more minutes of preparing, blowing into his hand to check his breath, smoothing his sweaty hands over his jacket. He rung your doorbell. The heel of his toe tapping against the floor as he waited for you to answer.

☆ When the door finally opened a person much taller than Souya answered.

• "Yup." The person pursed their lips one hand on the tool belt wrapped around their waist. For a second Souya pondered if he'd somehow rung the wrong doorbell until he looked at the number in plain view embellished on your door front.

• "Who are you?" It definitely came off more aggressive thanks to Angry's naturally violent resting face.

☆ Before the person could answer you came bounding down the stairs, pulling the door open wider.

• "Why the hell would you answer my door?" You spit at the person standing beside you as you pull your boyfriend inside, shutting the door behind him.

• "I think you mean thank you."

• "Fuck off." You tell the person who was already walking back to the kitchen.

☆ The naturally angry imprint on Souya's face seems to deepen as he makes eye contact with you.

• "I wish you had called." You sighed, tugging Souya into the living room by his jacket sleeves.

• "Who the hell is that?"

• "You remember how I said my ex is in the remodeling business.."

• "That's your ex?"

• "Yes but listen! If I work with him I can get a discount, I just want that wall taken out to open up the space a bit more." You gesture to the kitchen where your ex is currently examining the wall. "I would've told you sooner but between my friend coaxing me into doing this remodel and that drunk night with you and Nahoya it was hard to find time."

☆ Souya dipped his hands into his pockets, staring blankly into the distance. His brow furrowed deeper than normal and his foot tapped against the hardwood.

• "If you're uncomfortable with this I'll get someone else.."

• "Get someone else."

• "Wait before you answer." You scoot closer to your still ticked boyfriend and he makes eye contact with you again. "This kind of remodel normally costs way more than the bargain I'm getting with them."

☆ Souya blinked blankly at you.

• "Sou plllleeeeaaasssee, you can be here whenever they are." You gesture to the kitchen.

• "No I can't I have a job."

• "Fine.. I'll call you the entire time." He sighed with a roll of his eyes. And you rubbed both his arms with a long groan of his name. "How about this, I bring you and them to dinner. Once you see how disinterested I am you might be more for it."

• "Not worried about you, I'm worried about them." His forehead rubbed against yours and you giggled.

• "I promise I only love you."

• "Would you love me more if I got tickets to your favorite band for today?"

• "I'm never leaving you." You proclaim wrapping your arms tightly around Souya's midsection. "That's a proposal by the way we're engaged now. I don't make the rules."

• "E/N I'm engaged now!" You yell towards the kitchen.

• "I heard, congrats!" They yelled back

☆ Souya just scoffed but his cheeks bloomed into the deepest shade of red as he walked upstairs with you to your bedroom to help you pick out an outfit for the concert.

#gender netural reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #draken x reader #chifuyu x reader #mitsuya x reader #nahoya x reader #kazutora x reader #souya x reader #draken hcs #chifuyu hcs #mitsuya hcs #nahoya headcanons #nahoya hcs #kazutora hcs #souya hcs #souya headcanons #Kazutora when he sees you with your ex: This is all Mikey's fault

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jin0 · 2 years

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Hiya! Congratulations on 1K, you deserve it!! If it’s not to late, please can I request a ❄️ ask? I am 18 year old female brit, 5’4 and is a Libra sun, Scorpio moon and Capricorn rising. I take English literature and language and media as well as being a theatre kid. I have brown hair and hazel eyes and am an INFP. If it possible please may it be an Andrew Garfield character? Thank you so much!! Congrats on 1K!!

you a theater kid ?? say no more girl, i got you :

romeo eduardo saverin for you baby !!

his plan was perfect, it had to work. he tried to get your attention for an entire semester and nothing had worked. none of his classic ways worked and that drove him towards you more, it was as if he didn't exist at all to you. he could be anyone when he'd meet you for real, he could be himself.

he had to make sure everything was perfect, and ot was. lucky him, he'd been able to gather himself enough to go ask about you to other students in your major and you were pretty popular there. he had all the infos he needed to get not only your attention, but a discussion from you.

he hated himself for going so far for you but also loved that this is what you did to him. you turned him into a completely different man, changing from his habits. you he really wanted or loved.

and if he wasn't so hellbent on doing the lost he'd see that you liked him too.

this party was meant for you, a theme you enjoyed and would relate too : romeo and juliette. yeah he was sappy like that, thinking of you as his juliette and wishing to be your romeo.

it was for you except he couldn't find you, anywhere. it was his apartment, he was supposed to know the place but everywhere he went was empty. you were nowhere to be found and he refused to lose hope, thinking that you had left.

he kept running around, dodging more and more people until he found you, in the one place he didn't look in : his own room.

there you were, in your fancy victorian gown, a book in hand, like one of these stupid fanfiction clichés about the girl who was so different from the rest.

standing in the doorway, eyes fixated on you, he couldn't help the genuine smile stretching his lips.

"how do you bring a book to a party ?"

his voice startled you. you'd slipped in one of the hallways that looked the farthest away from the crowd and from there you kept walking until you'd reach a room far enough to completely drown out the noise. you didn't expect to see the host of the party himself though. he was pretty hard to catch this guy, always busy running around being a college cfo and all that.

"you... you hide the book in your corset." you sigh, slightly annoyed that you'd probably have to find another hiding spot.

you sat up and were about to stand up when he closed the door behind himself, going back to the soundproof peace you'd found. you probably should've been worried about him closing the door and keeping you two in such a close space but weirdly enough you weren't, not when he looked more nervous than you.

"why are you here anyways ?"

"this is my bathtub you're sitting it petal." he chuckled, motioning to the very expensive tub you'd been laying in for a few minutes now.

"oh." you stood up, thinking of leaving again but he shook his head, signaling that you could stay.

you both sat still in silence and the more time passed, the more you understood how nervous he was, like he had something to tell you. you'd be lying if you said it wasn't going straight to your ego. having eduardo saverin be nervous around you ? that was one hell of a flex.

you turned in the marble bathtub and learned on your forearms, tilting your head to the side. you watched him carefully, analyzing and memorizing his features carefully. eduardo was an attractive man, very attractive actually. and he'd been knows for having a way better moral compass than mark zuckerberg or sean parker. you got lucky.

what you also noticed was that he had been fidgeting for a little while now. playing with his fingers and avoiding your eyes, you didn't know the kind of reactions you'd brought out in him. eduardo was way past the age to blush in his opinion but here he was, blushing like a teenager.

"eduardo ?"

jumping in surprise, he raised his head to focus his eyes on yours.

"come here." you motioned with your finger.

you watched him take baby steps, getting closer to you and sitting on the edge of the tub. resting your arms on his thigh, you waved the book you carried in front of him.

"before making a party themed after romeo and juliet, try and read the play okay ? because this is absolutely wrong and i am enraged at you calling yourself a romeo. how are you a romeo and you're not 18 first ? also, who's juliette ?"

looking at you with admiration, he couldn't helping the wave of happiness that surged through him at the vision as you listed all the ways his party differed from the original shakespeare play. he wanted to scream how you were juliette, the only one he desired or cared for. you clearly sounded a little tipsy but you looked so cute just insulting the absolute shit out of all the things he got just for you. could this be the revelation of a kink ? maybe, who knew ? maybe you did.

"get in here saverin !" you exclaimed, startling him awake from his lovesick daydreaming. he pointed towards himself, smiling when you nodded vigorously. "we'll be learning about the great classic, or as i like to call it 'fuck sanity, let's make children unalive themselves !'"

and that was the story of romeo and juliette or romeo and you. eduardo and you, or eddy, the nickname you'd started using for him.

he'd been a fool in love, wishing for his princess to receive the widest signs of love through expensive items and presents when all you truly wanted was a man who'd listen to you rant about how stupid romeo and juliette were and ask you questions about your theories (out of genuine interest and curiosity because you did make a few points that were scarily logical).

he'd been so stupid by trying so hard, all he needed was to simply prove to you that he was absolutely not cultured when it came to the theater world and that you needed to teach him.

and now here you were, both of you snuggled in a bathtub, sleeping soundly against each other. him in a very ancient and royal looking attire, and you in a medieval dress (he made the mistake of calling it victorian out loud and you knocked him on the head with the book).

this was all that was needed, you, him and a shakespearean classic.

#•°jin's 1k sleepover°•#•° jin replies <3°•#eduardo saverin imagine #eduardo saverin #andrew garfield one shot #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield

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An Act Of Kindness || M.YG

Pairing : Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre : soft yandere?

Summary : When your summer camp groupmates decide to go 'off rhe road', everything goes wrong.

Wordcount: 2.6k lol

[ A/N: Suggested for my Baby Project series, but it was a little too dark so here's a one shot instead. I'm not exactly great at 'yandere' genre yet so like,, I tried lol.Enjoy!]

" I don't know about this guys." You tell your annoying group mates as you're walking of the path and into the depths of the forest.

One of your groupmates, Heeyoung huffs as she looks over her shoulder at you.

" Psh, don't be such a whimp. We're just going off the road to make a shortcut." She tells you.

Jungkook grins at you from a few steps up front.

" Relax, it'll be fine. Besides, we've got the map, nothing will go wrong." He smiles, waving said paper map with his hand.

You still hesitate.

" I really don't know guys, they did forecast that it'll rain today too. Besides, how do we even know where we are from the map? If we walk off the path, we won't be able to track our own location." You point out.

You really aren't in the mood to die just because of these people. You've seen enough horror movies.

" Relax, it'll be fine." Jimin nudged you from beside.

You look at Jimin's face, the male has always quite charmed you in a way, and unlike the other two, he wasn't quite as annoying either.

" Jungkook's right. What could go wrong?" He smiles at you.

Quite frankly, almost everything went wrong.

It's now around 4 hours later, and the four of you are hopelessly lost in the depths of the forest.

It's raining now too, buckets of water falling from the grey skies, not exactly pleasant.

" Wait, can you show me the map one more time?" Heeyoung asks Jungkook as an excuse to huddle close to him.

He looks at her weirdly as she presses herself up against his arm, but doesn't comment on it. Figuring she probably just feels cold.

All of you are dressed in shorts and a t-shirt after all, except for you, as you're also wearing a long sleeved up zip up hoodie. You were lowkey prepared for this, but considering it's been raining for at least 30 minutes now, your small preparation had no effect anymore, and so you too have chattering teeth.

You watch in disappointment when Jungkook unfolds the soaked map, only to have it literally slip through his fingers, the flimsy pieces of paper falling hopelessly on the ground.

Heeyoung watches the thing fall before hitting Jungkook, now suddenly mad.

" You know what? This is all your fault! If you hadn't soaked the map!-"

" My fault?! You wanted to walk off the damn path!" Jungkook argued right back at her.

You pinched your brows. Great, so you were stuck with two idiots now too.

" Okay, uhm, let's just not blame anyone. It can't change how we're situated now, let's just find shelter and check our phones." Jimin suggests.

You nod numbly, teeth chattering as all of you go to seek for coverage.

Jungkook and Heeyoung are suddenly not attached to the hip anymore as you do so, it appeared the girl wasn't interested in him anymore.

" Hey, uhm, I'm sorry for not listening to you. I should've agreed." Jimin says as he now walks beside you.

You smile at him gratefully.

" Thanks, I appreciate that actually."

He nods.

" So, uhm, do you mind if I hold your hand? I know we're not close and all, but you seem cold, and I can't exactly offer you my jacket, not to mention that I'm quite cold too." He suggests, not looking at you as he says so.

You smile at his antics, finding his behavior cute.

" Sure." You reply shortly as you move to grab a hold on Jimin's hand.

His fingers interlock with yours easily. Both of your skins feel cold, even against each other, but it admittedly felt nice to not feel alone in a situation like this.

It isn't until another twenty minutes later that Jungkook has found something.

" Guys! Look at that! That seems like shelter." Jungkook says, pointing to, what seems to be, part of a roof.

Jimin and you exchange glances.

For some reason, it felt like he was asking something, and so you shrug as a response.

He nods before turning back to the other two.

" Okay, let's go there."

" Nope, mine is dead too." Jimin sighs, pocketing his phone before running the same hand through his hair.

He hasn't let go of your hand since thirty minutes ago, except for when you took out your phone, and for some reason, the small action made you feel a little funnier about Jimin.

The four of you are stood in front of, what seems to be, an abandoned, mansion. Most blinds are closed, but the blinds that are open show dark rooms, and are mostly on the second floor.

" We could, try to knock?" Heeyoung suggests.

You blink, looking up at the bit of the building you can see. For some reason, it gives you a cold vibe.

" I don't thinks anyone even lives here-"

You've barely finished your sentence when Heeyoung is already knocking.

You sigh, not all too surprised by her in all honesty.

However, surprise and fear greet you as the door suddenly jiggles.

Jungkook's eyes widen, and Jimin tugs you closer to him as the sound sounds.

All of you are even more surprised when the door opens, being greeted by a rather old looking male, who blinks at all of you.

" Excuse me, but can I help you?" The man asks politely.

He seems to be around his fourties at least, and all of you let out a breath.

" Hello! Sorry for suddenly knocking. It's just that it's raining-"

As she speaks, it also starts to thunder.

What a great moment.

" - And thundering, so we wondered if we could stay here for a while until the weather dies down a bit." She asks them, a friendly smile on her face.

The male clears his throat.

" Well then, please come in and wait here in the hallway. I will ask master Min for permission." He tells her before opening the door wider.

She smiles, turning to all of you, and motioning with her head to follow her in.

You all do so. The hallway is large, stereo typical for a mansion, with multiple doors, and a clean marble floor, along with a grand staircase to the second floor.

You subconsciously tighten your grip on Jimin's hand.

He turns to you with a worried expression.

" You okay? We can go if you think it's a bad idea." He tells you.

You're barely turning to look at him before he clarifies.

" I trust your judgement."

" Oh. I see. Well, I really don't know. It feels here kind of off? But I feel like it's going to storm soon, so maybe we should just ask for a phone connection and wait here." You suggest.

He hums.

" Sounds like a plan to me."

A few moments later the man returns, a kind smile on his face.

" The master will be with us shortly, he'd like to know who'd be seeking shelter in his house before he will grant it." The man smiles.

As you study his stance, you realize that this man is most probably a staff.

" Oh, where are my manners? My name is Charles, I'm the butler of this mansion." He smiles.

Jungkook nods, about to introduce himself, when the sound of clacking shoes sounds.

All of you turn to the grand staircase, where a single male is walking down from. Your eyes widen in surprise. The male who's walking down said stairs is stunning. He's got a pale skin, black hair, and is wearing a dark blue suit with a white button up underneath.

Who relaxes in that kind of outfit? Not that you'll complain or anything, he was admittedly good looking. He walks down unbothered, seemingly not bothered by your looks.

" Say whatever you want, but he is very handsome." Heeyoung whispers to you.

You nod silently in response, and Jimin clears his throat.

You turn to blink at him.

" Something wrong?" you ask him.

" No not-"

" My name is Min Yoongi. I live here. Who are you?"

It appeared the male, now known as Min Yoongi, had already come to a stop in front of you.

" Right, sorry! My name is Heeyoung, these are Jungkook, Jimin and Y/N." Heeyoung smiles at him.

He doesn't smile back, simply letting his eyes go over all of your forms for a moment. You shivered as his eyes went over your form.

" Fine, you may stay for now. Has any of you had dinner yet?" He asks, voice deep, and eyes holding a bored expression.

" Dinner? We've only had breakfast!-"

" Uhm, thank you! But, that's not necessary. If we could maybe make a call though, that'd be great." You hurriedly stop Jungkook.

Yoongi raises a brow at you in surprise, as both Heeyoung and Jungkook come at you.

" Okay, y'know what?! This is enough. He's literally being nice to us by offering us a meal, and you're just going to turn him down? What is wrong with you?!" Heeyoung yells at you.

" C'mon Y/N. Just one meal? We're all hungry." Jungkook tries, a little more softly.

Yoongi watches you and your friends sharply, not exactly amused by the rudeness of your group mate.

You squeeze Jimin's hand softly as you step back, not entirely sure on what to do.

" Alright, uhm, let's not get mad at her. And staying for one meal should be alright. Right?" He tries too.

You sigh, but nod anyway.

The meal was filled with chatter of your groupmates and charles, Yoongi was mostly silent, and so were you. Heeyoung tried her best to get Yoongi's attention, often complementing him for the meal and his hospitality, he didn't really do much in return, simply nodding until he at some point friendly told her to sod off.

Soon after you tried ringing the camp, but to your disappointment, the lines were dead, and the storm had only worsened.

" It's dead. Any idea if we can fix it?" You asked Yoongi as you put the phone away.

He shook his head, bangs moving.

" I'm afraid not. I can offer all of you a bed for tonight only." He suggests, messing his hair up.

You bite your lip in thought, looking out of the window beside you.

The storm certainly wasn't going to get better anytime soon.

You sighed, before nodding. Going out there now was a death wish.

" That'd be nice. Thank you, and I'm sorry for us suddenly turning up on your doorstep." You tell him.

He shakes his head.

" Don't worry about it."

About an hour later you're seated on your bed. You, Jimin, Heeyoung and Jungkook all had your own rooms. The other three in the bedrooms across the hallway from you while you're situated beside Min Yoongi's very own bedroom.

After about twenty minutes, there's a knock sounding at your door.

" Come in." You call out.

The door opens, and you're surprised to find Yoongi standing there.

" Oh, hi. Is everything alright?" You ask him.

He hums.

" Yeah, just wanted to talk to you, if you don't mind. " He tells you with a small smile.

You nod, sitting down at the bed as he sits down opposite you at the desk.

Conversation went surprisingly smooth, after a few minutes into talking, it went as if you two knew each other for years.

" Y'know, you seem to be a pretty perfect person." He tells you as your laughter died down.

You snorted.

" Pft, nah. My grades really prove otherwise." You tell him.

You're flattered a man of his 'rank' thinks like that about you, but you really don't agree.

He grins.

" Grades are just a social structure." He shrugs.

You smile at him.

" Thanks, but really though. No one is perfect. Especially not me." You tell him honestly.

You don't hate yourself, but that doesn't mean you view yourself as perfect either.

He shakes his head.

" I think your head's messing with you due to the time. I'll see you tomorrow. You guys can still stay for breakfast right?" He asks.

You think about it for a moment.

You're already here anyway. How bad could staying over for breakfast be?

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that it's already light out.

The second thing you notice is that it's eerily quiet.

You bolt out of bed, changing in the bathroom and folding the borrowed clothes on the sink. There's a packaged toothbrush by the sink too, and so you brush your teeth before going downstairs.

"Y/N?" You suddenly hear Yoongi's voice from somewhere beside you.

You turn around in surprise, barely tripping over your feet in your hurry.

Yoongi reacts quickly, catching you by your shoulders and holding you upright.

you both blink at each other before he gently lets go of you.

" Sorry, uhm- What are you doing here?" He asks you.

You furrow your brows at him.

" What do you mean? Where's the rest?" You ask him confused.

" They left already, I thought you went with them." He blinks.

Did they really leave you?

Meanwhile Jimin is looking around him in confusion.

Where was he?

He looks around, checking his surroundings.

He, Jungkook and Heeyoung seemed to be sleeping in a clearing in the forest. It takes him a moment before he remembers what happened. It takes him another moment before he realizes you're missing.

Jungkook wakes up soon after.

" Hey, where's Y/N?" Jimin asks him.

Jungkook blinked, before rolling on his side.

"Idunno, probably still asleep." He mumbles sleepily.

Jimin rolls his eyes before throwing sand at the younger, who's quick to get up.

"What the hell?-"

"What are you lads doing here?" Another voice suddenly joins the conversation.

Both males look up, only to see a man, seemingly a little over his 25's standing there.

" Uhm, hi. We're kind of lost." Jungkook explains, waking up Heeyoung before getting up and dusting off his pants.

The man blinks before nodding.

" I can see that yeah." He responds dumbly.

" We also lost a group mate. Seen a mansion around?" Jimin asks him.

At the words of a mansion, the male pales.

" You don't mean to say you're lost travelers?- I- I thought that curse was gone." The man spoke warily.

Heeyoung, who now got up, switched wary glances with Jungkook.

" Curse?" She asked.

" Yeah, there's a curse of a mansion. Apparently the Min family lived there somewhere back in the 1800's or something, but a burglar got in and killed most of the family, apart from their twenty-something year old son. A few years ago we found bodies here, on the very place you're standing right now, they were barely alive but managed to warn us. They were the last people who came from that mansion, until you that is." He explains with wide eyes.

No one knew how to react to that.

Did this mean you're dead?

" You see whenever it storms, people turn up dead. Except for the people before you. You're the only ones to have made it out alive and well. You're the first survivors- But your friend..." He trails off.

Jimin's hand balls into a fist, as Jungkook's doe eyes widen and Heeyoung held her hand over her mouth in shock.

Did they really kill you by not listening to you?

#bts #yandere x reader #yandere bts #one shot #min yoongi x reader #park jimin x reader #haunted au

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