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nightmare-dreamt · 2 years

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So for my first request, can you write a oneshot featuring Brawler from akudama drive and a male reader in an Aladdin AU please? I imagine Brawler as a street rat who gets into conflict with the guard captain who's the reader. But the more the two come into conflict the more they start to understand each other and fall for one another. What do you think?

I love this idea and had do much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy this oneshot.

8 pages, 2700+ words, unedited.

Warnings: Mentions of water and drowning, fighting, a sword, and passing out.

The sun blazed down upon the desert sands, gazing over as people walked around minding to themself. Walking through the crowd, a man taller than most moved around with a hood over his face only showing the thin line from his lips as he passed by all the market booths. To everyone around him, he looked like a normal man shopping at the market, but in reality he was one of the most wanted thieves known around the kingdom.

"Hey you!" Someone screamed. He looked back seeing one of the merchants screaming at a young woman who had a look of fear on her face. She shivered, "I didn't take anything I swear." He watched silently with a displeased look on his face when watching the woman get screamed at. The merchant held her hand tight, "I know you did! Empty your pockets now!"

"I swear sir, I don't have anything." The woman cried showing her pockets. The merchant growled, "You hid it somewhere else! I know you took it!" Fighting against the hold that got fighter and tighter on her wrist, the woman pushed the man back causing him to fall into a booth. The merchant stood with an angered filled look, "You're going to get it, witch."

Litting his hand up, the merchant went to hit the woman across her face, making the hooded man turn around to stop the scene playing in front of him, but someone else heat him to it. A young guard stood in front of the woman holding a sword up at the merchant with a terrifying gaze. The man spoke. "You won't be doing anything to this woman, you hear?"

"Guard captain L/n, I'm sorry, okay. She stole from my booth though and I just want to get what was stolen back," The merchant tried to explain. Y/n rolled his eyes, "From what I heard, she said she didn't have anything and she even showed you I suggest you head back to your booth."

"What about the stolen items?" The merchant asked. Y/n turned, "I'll find them, I always do." Listening to the conversation, the hooded man turned around heading off when running right into another person. The person fell hitting the ground, "Hey! Watch it!"

"You watch it." He growled. Another shout was heard from the merchant that made a scowl grow on the hooded man's face. The merchant pointed over at him, "That's the stolen item!"

"I see," Y/u muttered, walking through the crowd, standing in front of them with his sword raised high, "Turn around and remove your hood." Slowly turning around, he removed his hood showing off a bright smile and red hair that fell down his back. He smirked,"Just my luck, I got a personal greeting from the head guard."

"Should have guessed, the top thief around, Brawler. You stole from the merchant and all sorts of other places, you're charged with multiple crimes. I'm going to have to ask that you come with me," Y/n said in a nonchalantly tone. Brawler shrugged, "Since you asked so nicely, sure but you mind doing me a favor?"

"What?" Y/n mumbled. Brawler chuckled, "I'd cover your eyes."

"Why would I-" Y/n started when watching the man drop down picking a handful of sand up throwing it his way. He ducked, letting the sand fly past him into the eyes of another man who screamed out in pain. Y/n turned, "Are you okay?"

"Catch you later!" Brawler waved, running off through the crowd of people. Y/n shot his head around, "No, you don't."

Turning down an alleyway, Brawler looked around, seeing that the guard was no longer near him, allowing him to move on with his day of stealing Letting a smile grow on his face, be leaned back on the wall behind him, looking at the item he had stolen. A necklace that shuned brighter than anything he's ever seen, he looked at the gem in the middle seeing his own reflection inside, but there was something else he saw

"What the-" He glanced up, but before anything else could be done, he was tackled to the ground, Brawler groaned out in pain, looking up at the guard on top of him, "You stole that from that merchant, give it back now."

"A warning would have been nice," Brawler grumbled. Y/n held his wrist above his head, "You're under arrest for multiple theft attempts and various other topics." He met Brawler's gaze, seeing the serious look in his eyes that sparked something in him that was unfamiliar. Brawler let his signature smirk grow on his face, "This is awkward isn't it? How about you just let me go and we can all forget about this, plus I'll even throw in the necklace."

"No," Y/n spat out in a quick tone. Brawler hummed. "Thought that would be your answer."

"Silence," Y/n ordered, listening to the sounds near. Brawler huffed, "Some grub sounds good right now."

Placing one of his hands on his mouth, Y/n silenced the man underneath them, listening to the voice near that sounded familiar. Footsteps were heard running past them, and when Y/n glanced back his eyes landed on a group of guards. One spoke, "Chief L/n! We've caught sight of the killer you've been looking for."

"Not right-" Y/n began to tell them, feeling the man fight pushing him off. Brawler stood with his arms crossed in glory, "Maybe next time, guard."

"Get back here!" Y/n shouted, but it was too late. Jumping up, Brawler went up to a building disappearing from his eyes. Y/n stood up with an annoyed look, "Great, he got away." Rubbing his eyes, something caught his attention that shined brightly in the setting sun. Y/n bent down picking the necklace up, 'Seems like he forgot something.'

"Captain, are you okay?" Another guard asked. Y/n walked off, "For now?"

From that moment on, the two interacted a lot more than either intended and soon it became normal for them to meet. Some situation would occur that brought the two together (Mostly of Brawler stealing something) and it would end with a chase and the item always being left behind. Y/n didn't pay mind to the interactions at first, but within time his thoughts began to pick up on things.

The more and more Brawler stole, the more and more items would land into his hold and soon he had a small collection of stolen items from Brawler. All of the items were normal stolen pieces, but some were strange to the guard. Stuff like his favorite food, hobbies, new swords or armor, etc.

He wasn't the only one who noticed it.

With now their interactions becoming more frequent, Brawler sew things that he wouldn't tend to see in anyone else. He knew all sorts of things abent the guard and as time passed he began to remember these things often. He learned the guard's favorite food when he stole some expensive spice from a market. He learned the guards fighting style when sneaking into the kingdom's place one day and he was able to find some armor that looked better than the one he wore

In both of them something bloomed, but neither could put a finger on it, that was until their next encounter occurred, this one being a lot more tremendous than their usual eat and mouse chase

"You have all of them?" Y/n questioned, walkin with his fellow guards. The guard nodded, "We have all of them, except for one " A long signed escape passed his lips when being reminded about the red haired man that they keep encoumeting. Y/n shook his head, "We'll find them soon."

"How sure are you about that? The sultan asked, appearing out from behind them. Y/n numed. "Tonight, we have plans to catchuhe culprit and take him down once and for all. There's no need to worry your highness, your kingdom will go back to the way it used to be."

"I'm counting an you L/n," The sultan mumbled. Y/n nodded, "I won't prove you wrong Leaving with the other guants, the job began, finally ending the meetings between the two for once and for all Heading off to the location, something in Y/n made his heart beat faster and nerves began to build up inside of tam A guard placed a hand on his shoulder, "We're going to catch him."

"I know," Y/n murmured, walking ahead of the group. Soon enough, the location came near, the guards all arrived at the very first meeting between the two. The market was busy that night making it harder for Brawler to see them, but it made it harder for them to see him as well. Y/n turned to his fellow quants, "I'm going to go on ahead, everyone be on high aleit. This is the last one to the group, if we catch him then we'll have all of them."

Nodding to their captain. Y/n was good to head off into the market, disappearing into the crowd.

"You shouldn't be here, they're all looking for you," Y/n muttered, leaning against an alley wall. Brawler shrugged, walking out from the shadows, "I heard, aren't you though as well."

"Not sure," Y/n whispered. Brawler chuckled, "You're an interesting person, you know that Y/n.:

"What's with the sudden name change?" Y/n asked. Brawler smirked, "Sorry, how does the king of thieves sound to you?" Turning around towards the tall man, a look of confusion struck his face when hearing the familiar name that he hasn't been called in years. Brawler chuckded again, "That's you, isn't it?"

"Who told you that name?" He shouted. Brawler rolled his eyes, "Keep it down, I'm being hunted right now and to answer your question I had a friend do a bit of research" Pulling out his sword, Yn aimed it right at Brawler's neck making a smirk struck his face. Brawler snickered, "Seems they were right, didn't take the held guard to be a thief."

"That was years ago, I'm a different person now," Y/n muttered. Brawler shrugged, "Once a thief, always a thief in my opinion." Shaking his head, Y/n glanced down remembering the old days of him going around stealing all sorts of things from markets and stands. He called the smile that used to paint his face when feeling the adrenaline rush after he was chased for stealing. Those were great times for him

Brawler tilted his head, "You okay?"

"You should go, the guards are everywhere tonigist and who knows what they'll do if they find you," Y/n mumbled, removing the sword from his neck Brawler nodded. "If you say so. He turned around, getting ready to head off when his body fell down with him blacking out. Y/n turned swiftly, widening his eyes, "Brawler!"

"What do we have here?" A woman asked. Y/n growled, "Doctor... what are you doing here?" Walking to them, the woman took the needles in the fallen body letting a smirk fall onto her face. She laughed, "My job, but it looks to me that someones lacking his."

"He's right here!" A bunch of goards shouted, entering the alleyway. Y/n watched with a nervous, look on his face, "What have you done?"

"What needed to be done. The doctor hummed, strutting away out of the alley.

Standing on the port, waves crashed upwards, splashing against the soft breeze that blew through the air, hitting the group that watched steadily. Yn felt goosebumps fort on his arms as he held his sword tighter and tighter, wishing the moment would already end. Two guards held Brawler, while he was chained at the end of the port with another blank look on his face.

"Brawler you're being punished for various acts of thievery and multiple fights against guards and officials," One of the guards exclaimed. Brawler grunted, "Let's get this over with already."

'Why isn't he trying to stop them?' Y/n wondered, feeling the sweat pull in at his palms, 'Why isn't he fighting against them?' So many questions passed through his head, but all stopped when the sound of water splashing was heard them. Y/n froze whispering, "No."

All of the guards cheered at the victory, heading off of the dock and into the town, not regarding the tears that formed in their friends" eyes. Y/n felt a hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn, meeting the guards eyes "You coming?"

"No, I have something important to do," Y/n told them heading off of the dock. Not questioning his answer, the group of guards headed off to celebrate, not looking back at the figure who ran down the dock. Y/n jumped off the port straight into the water, 'Brawler...'

Swimming down, his eyes landed on the red haired man who struggled against the chain on his arms that dragged him down lower and lower. A gag was tied around his face covering his mouth, while metal chain attached to a silver ball was wrapped around his legs dragging him down. Y/n brought a determined look on his face, swimming deeper following him down, trying to reach him before he hit the ground. Brawler looked up, meeting his eyes as a smile grew on his face

Pulling out his sword. Y/n pushed it through the water over his head, swinging it down at the chain beginning to break it. Cutting into it more, Yin hurried his actions before it all was two late, feeling the loss of air starting to dawn on them both. Y/n thrashed the sword one more time, finally snapping the chain, shattering the metal pieces, but it seemed to be too late.

Using his last breath, Brawler shut his eyes moving backwards in the water, letting the current take the lead of his form. Y/n dropped his sword, swimming to the drowning man, grabbing his arm and bringing him up back to the surface. Breaking through the water, Y/n dragged the man onto the sand, getting a better look at him.

Water drenched the both of them from head to toe, but that didn't bother them as the wind blew through the late night Vin placed his hands on Brawler's chest, pressing down one then twice, continuing the actions. Removing his bands, Yin leaned over placing his lips onto Brawlers, breathing into his lungs trying to get the water out A cough was heard making his heart fluner at the sight of Brawler opening his eyes and meeting his as one of his smiles grew on his face again.

"Thanks," Brawler whispered. Y/n huffed, "Why didn't you fight against them? You could have died out there? What were you going to do if I didn't save you, huh?" Firing multiple question at the man, he sat up looking straight into the night sky. Brawler signed, "I didn't fight against the guards because I knew you would fight against them."

"You're joking right?" Y/n growled. Brawler shook his head, palling something out of his pocket, "Here"

"This isn't a time for gifts," Y/n stated. Brawler chuckled, standing up, "Just look at it."

Rolling his eyes, Y/n looked at the paper, seeing his name and photo lined the page making a confused expression cross his face. Y/n looked up at him, "What is this?"

"You're file, my friend was able to get it out of the system. No one else is now going to be able to find any information about the king of thieves," Brawler explained. Y/n gulped, "Why are you giving me this?"

"I don't know, just felt something," Brawler whispered, walking off leaving Y/n alone on the beach. You glanced down at the paper as a smile formet on his face, "Thank you."

"Ma'am, I promise I will find your missing items" Y/n reassured the women in front of him who yelled. A soft nudge was felt as a tall figure passed by walking through the crowd not turning back to the guard Y/n let a sweet grin form on his face, 'Good to see you too, Brawler.'

#anime #x reader #anime x reader #headcanon #akudama drive #akudama doctor #Akudama Brawler #Request #x y/n #x you #male reader

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happytroopers · 2 years

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Andor eps 2- 4 shit post

Maybe its my depression maybe its the show but I'm entirely apathetic towards this series so now im like 5 eps behind but this is me trying

Ep 2 spoilers below duh

-starting with a flashback tbh the flashback scenes were the More interesting bits from the first ep

-I love when there's random seemingly defect machinery just everywhere in Star Wars

-strip mining????

-idk who this man is or what he's doing but I love it

I wanna be Star Wars dramatic bell clanger

Star Wars Quasimodo

most of this show is just different characters suspiciously speed walking through alley ways

momma andor???

"It's all your women I'm worried about." Icon behaviors

oh what's his face is gonna turn Cassian in bc he's jealous I'm calling it now

I know this bc men suck

fuck u box's boyfriend who's name I can't remember. I was on board with you until you did this

this show is so dark. like lighting wise. I'm in my pitch black living room and im still having trouble making out all the faces

put me back on Tatooine where the desert suns burn my retinas through my silly lil screen

"corporate tactical forces" privatized police you mean

I love that this guy despit4e being ostensibly handsome definitely gets no bitches. Absolutely no play

I have that lantern in my camping gear rn

not to be off topic... I wonder what Boba is doing rn

its 5 years pre rogue one, so I'm assuming bounty hunting and being generally annoyed at Han Solo's existence but like... I want to go to there. (there is boba's lap)

insert the Cassy-Casssssy tik Tok audio here but this time its Cassian- Kassaaaa

are those Jedi issue sir? Ahhh fives I miss u every day

BELL MAN BELL MAN BELL MAN

hes an icon. fave character too far

abandoned after imperial mining incident.. Mandalor type beat

at least in legends

Edward Cullen type beat

how many darks can this bad boy hold

also are they poison or just tranqs

-that is an UGLY ship

-IS THAT BILL FROM MAMMA MIA

-THAT'S BILL FROM MAMMA MIA

-"if you can't find it here it's not worth finding" me at my local thrift store

-wow were two episodes in and approximatley one thing has happened. And it was the thing that happened int he first 5 mins of the first episode

EPISODE 3 spoilers obvi

-I want to be interested so bad

-pls let my depressed lizard brain latch on to this

-also why does Tumblr fuck up my formatting when im on desktop

-desktop is supposed to work better and yet

-why does this give me among us vibes

I never even played among us

for some reason I feel as though this is going in the direction of somehow in some indirect way something Cassian does is gonna be the root cause of Kenari's mining incident

that seems very par for the course

me too Cassian. I also react that way when I see my reflection

BILL FROOM MAMMA MIA

idc what his Star Wars name and back story is

just as with the marvel movies- that is simply Bill Anderson, Swedish adventurer, author, and singer of silly songs

soo not mamma andor

ahh I FORGOT THE FLASHBACKS WUOLD BE REPUBLIC ERA

perhaps even clone wars era

idk what that weapon that bill's got, but I like it

"the drowser" new gear just drpped

"you know how cold she gets" im soft

aww even fictional cops break citizens rights

bc hes a rat

of course his name is fucking Tim

Bill that was Optimus prime level inspiration

woah I love the organized signaling

bill I love you

a lil attracted to u rn

what is the lay out of this building

was it made to be one big OSHA violation

what is its purpose other than dramatic destruction

RIP Timm this was kind of ur fault

I love how even despite the fact that we know Cassian is a morally grey character, we're really doubling down that these blue guys are evil evil and it wasn't just those two assholes

love cassian emerging from the shadows

very sexy of him

they even made gun ships, my fave ship, ugly

lmao

RIP to the cop that got exiled

SHIT BOX SPEEDER IM IN LOVE

smart but sad. that speeder waS neat

I swear I know the Maarva actress

"we need to get out of here." no response "SIR WE NEED TO GET UOT OF HERE"

SHIT THAT'S AUNT PETUNIA FROOM HARRY POTTER THATS WHY I KNOW HER

at least things happened this episode 5/10

EP 4 spoilers below obvi

-MON MOTHA IN THE THUMBNAIL

-mon mommy sorry mommy?

-Bill has his wn ship... just like in mamma mia

-the parallels are amazing

-"you're bleeding on my floor"

-Med Nog? SAY MOORE RN. is it just more alch??? is it bacta infused? miracle healing Elixar??? I need mor4e information immediately

-Sep??? is the separatist / confederacy of independent systems still kicking for am I missing something?

-"you'll ultimately die fighting these bastards" its sad bc its true

-CORUSCANT MY BELOVED

-nt the imperial security beureua

-"are you being purposely vague?" me at this show

-NOT SCARIF

-kyber crystal????

-Blue kyber??? hmmm

-dont steal the ship Cass

-hmmm why are we lying to the rebellion folk

-tie fighter sound effects my beloved

"close to nothing. But not very far from everything" also could be said about my hometown

-this is a nemik fan account.. for now. Idk he has good vibes

-I wish to be on Corucsant. concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There's nothing you can't do

-MON MOTHA APARMTNE T!!! I WANT TO OGO T THERE

-marriage problems??? fuck this guy

-I can't wait to see the CGI for the celestial event

-who is this blonde girl and why do we care about her

-"can I eat my food?" me too Cass

There's been significant improvement ! ok thats all the new content my brain can handle today good night.

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trashcanfills · 2 years

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Hear me out okay hear me out

Reader being in a poly relationship with Lucio and Junkrat🥰🥰

Ok first of I shall apologise to you anon because I was heavily procrastinating on this. I mean, I know junkrat and lucio but I didnt fully know how the two would interact, much less in a romantic manner. I legit had to look up boombox fan content for this. It’s a cute ship I must say.

Tbh I previously managed to actually write a good chunk of stuff out for this prompt of the three being poly (at least not the one where the two dudes are “sharing” the reader, nahh everyone gets the lovin) EXCEPT IT DIDNT SAVE WHEN I LAST CAME BACK TO EDIT AND POST IT.

Yea that got me shudhekakdjw fucking crying i swear and I just procrastinated on answering the ask for a bit longer. But im back and god I should actually release it from my inbox.

Here. Fly. Be free now.

Being in a poly relationship with Lucio and Junkrat

First of all, dear god the chaos.

Bruh you have Jamison from the lawless radioactive wasteland that is Australia and Lucio the freedom fighter dj. Being in a poly relationship with this two dudes will never be boring with the amt of shit you get into (which most of the time it’s Jamison’s fault oof)

I can see Lucio and Jamison being rather physically affectionate with you and each other, so I do hope you are someone who doesn’t mind all that. If you do, its ok cus Lucio understands all that personal space jeez, aand will do his best to explain and help Jamison understand cus Jamison is a bit more uhhhhh intrusive lmao

Group cuddle sessions are a thing and participation is made mandatory, the latter being a rule that was first made up to keep Junkrat out of his workshop to tinker stuff, but now it’s used for any time one of you gets too into work or need comfort of some sort.

They both are incredibly energetic and fun people to be with too! Thankfully you and Lucio can contain a bit of Jamison’s manic and destructive energy (and maybe teach him more abt what the rest of the world is like and morals). If you tired of socialising, they will def be chill in just hanging out in the same room, though Jamison needs some explanation and time to understand that first since hes not so people smart.

Fun activities would include gaming, workshop binges (Jamison makes shit while Lucio and you join in or add more dumb whacky ideas), MUSIC LISTENING PARTIES like Lucio is a DJ he wants to show yall all these cool artists and know yall tastes ok

Lucio makes a curated playlist for you amd Jamison. Aaaaand maybe a upcoming new album inspired by the two of you shhhhh its a surprise. And Jamison loves creating new trinkets for you and Lucio! He made a smol metal wire sculpture with a rat, frog and another animal representing you. Its considered a treasured possession that you can Lucio took turns to keep it in your rooms lmao, until Jamison made another one :3

Honestly you three prob got a lot of questioning looks when you all came out as a polyamory couple. Mostly cus of Jamison reputation as a crazed maniac and wanted criminal ngl but when everyone in overwatch sees the three of you hanging out, its really sweet.

I say some issues u guys would have would be first and foremost, Jamison’s questionable morality and lack of understanding of many things. He did kill people yes, but to him it was his way of life from the nuclear wasteland that is his home. It has taken a number of therapy sessions (as required for a reformatory programme Jamison is enrolled in because how else will he be in overwatch bruh), but hey hes getting better i suppose. Be patient with Jamison at times alright? Because he’s still figuring out all these new things and reframing in his worldview.

Another issue for sure would prob be Lucio’s tendency to be stubborn on some things. Haha u didnt think i was gonna say that huh.

To clarify, he’s someone passionate on various causes, and because he is such a nice and caring person pushing to gain support for other’s welfare, Lucio doesn’t fully grasp the consequences of his actions at times. It’s like…he’s naive or a bit simple-minded. Not unintentionally or fully dumb, more like he gets into this helping ppl mindset so much he forgets other things to consider. Like how he faces the Vishkar conflict. It’s a huge sore spot for him, and it’s a big reason why he doesn’t like Symmetra that much because he assumes that she is bad and aware of her corporation’s questionable deeds, which is not completely true. Its also personal for him because it was his hometown that was being affected, and because of that Lucio had to do something to save it. All these feelings mean that Lucio gets blinded by them at times, esp when its got to do sth that he’s passionate abt. Its good to fight for the things you love, but sometimes fighting is not always the solution and can make things worse. And he forgets that sometimes when he rants to u guys abt dealing with some obstinate person doing questionable things.

There will be times he sticks to his moral values and stand by them, without realising that he needs to open his kindness and empathy to those who seem to be the most unworthy of it. In fact, its thanks to being with you and Jamison and over time that Lucio realises this fact.

Holy sheet whew Im done. Yea I did elaborate a lot for Lucio’s issue because I wasn’t too sure how to put it fully into words. So pardon the word vomit lol im not sure if ppl get what I mean so uhh rip. Sorry. You can clarify with me if u wan to ask abt how I characterise Lucio hahaha.

#boombox x reader #overwatch x reader #ow x reader #lucio correia dos santos x reader #lucio x junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #how do u tag this #ah well who cares whelp

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nightwishesworld · 3 years

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Do u think Alcina would get jealous if there partner had a favourite plushie to the point she considers it competition, the only thing stoping her getting rid of it is her partner being upset

Umm, we are talking about the same vampire, right??? Of course, she would! You guys have the best friggin ideas I swear! This was such a fun write

p/n = plush name

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Alcina Dimitrescu is not a jealous woman.

She is the epitome of beauty and elegance, leaving no room for emotions such as jealousy to squander it.

Yeah...right. That’s what she tells herself at least.

To her credit though, Alcina is pretty good at keeping herself in check. Only lashing out, or asserting her dominance, as you call it, when absolutely necessary. The butcher’s son, for instance, got a taste of her rage when she caught him ogling your body like a piece of prime meat. He almost had his tongue cut out right then and there.

Alcina doesn’t do well with competition, and even though you’ve told her several times that there is no competition, she decides to weed them out herself. Can’t get jealous if there are no competitors, right?

Her jealousy doesn’t last long, she claims her spotlight one way or another. There is, however, one creature Alcina is unable to rid herself of. One that resides in her very castle. The closest any little rat has ever come to stealing her beloved y/n.

Even after long grueling days of wasting her time cleaning up Heisenberg’s messes and getting an ear full from Mother Miranda, all Alcina longs for is to crawl into bed and wrap herself in your arms. Tonight it seems the gods are frowning upon her because they have already stolen her place. She rolls her eyes at what should have been a cute display, had it been her, and instead moves to the vanity to start taking her makeup off.

Wiping away the stresses of the day helped lighten Alcina’s mood a bit. It was always such a relief to take her makeup off, knowing the day has finally ended and she can relax.

Making her way to the bed Alcina trips over the small wastebasket and curses herself for making you stir from your sleep.

“Alci, you ok?”

You sit up in bed, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself, but still keep an arm wrapped around your smaller companion.

“Yes, I’m fine darling I-” Alcina stopped. “You know what? No. I am the Lady of this castle and I say p/n needs to leave our bed.”

“P/n is always allowed in bed!”

Alcina was too tired to start a proper argument and decides to simply give in. She refuses to hold you while that stupid plushy is sandwiched between you, effectively cock-blocking her. Its eyes mock her as it watches her toss and turn tirelessly. Alcina was not accustomed to sleeping “by herself.” The vampire felt uncomfortably bare without your body directly in contact with hers, but not bare enough to reconsider cuddling you and the plushy. Alcina is far too stubborn for that and simply chucking it to its rightful place on the floor would only upset y/n. No matter how much she loathes that plushy, she still does not want to upset you.

A smugness flashed across its cold dead eyes as it stared at her, clearly proud of its victory. Alcina only growled in response, baring her teeth like a territorial animal.

“You win this round, fucker.”

The next day was no different from any other. Alcina was kept busy with her daughters causing mayhem around the castle and paperwork needing to be done for some sort of ceremony. Naturally, when she does give herself a break, she chooses to spend it with you. This is how you ended up sitting here next to the fire, plushy at your side and Alcina by her lonesome across from you.

“Ooh, do we still have those shortbread cookies from the other day? Or did Cassandra eat them all?”

“I hid some for you above the stove- top shelf inside the teapot.”

Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Be right back.”

Alcina nodded and turned her attention back to her book. She felt a pair of eyes on her, but she tried her damnedest to ignore it. A few intense minutes passed before she slammed her book shut. “You think you’re so special, don’t you? Just because you had them first doesn’t mean you’re their favorite.”

The plush stared blankly at her. Its silence only egged her on.

“You better watch yourself, plushy. You just landed yourself a spot on Alcina Dimitrescu’s blacklist, and no one gets off of it alive. You might have them fooled with your dapper little suit and hat but I know who you really are under all that fluff. Punk ass plushy bitch. Y/n is mine, and I do not share.”

More intense silence filled the room as Alcina was about to strike down on the innocent creature until-

“Hey Al, can you come help me? I can’t reach the top shelf.”

She gave the plush a smug grin before taking her leave. “I know someone else who can’t reach either. Coming, my love!”

Alcina sauntered out of the room only to step right back through the doorway to extend the claw on her middle finger at the plushy. Giving it the most dramatic middle finger in all of Romania.

Sometime later

The cookies were gone within minutes of settling back down on the couch. Now you were lounging across the cushions, with p/n pressed tightly against your chest, finishing the final chapter of your book. You moved to get off the couch to return your book to its shelf and pick out another classic. Before setting p/n on the cushions you place a kiss on the top of their head. Alcina pretends not to notice this out of the corner of her eye and continues to glaze over the pages of her own book, waiting for her kiss.

It never came.

You walk past her without offering so much as a smile and Alcina is sent over the edge.

“That’s it, I can’t take it anymore! Y/n it’s me or the plush.”

You look back at her, rather taken back by her sudden outburst. “Um, excuse me?”

“You heard me. It’s either me or the plush. Take your pick.”

You arch a brow and put your hands on your hips. “Well, p/n and I don’t appreciate that tone.”

Alcina rolls her eyes. “P/n isn’t real!”

You gasp and rush over to the couch and cover their ears. “How dare you! That’s a very sophisticated young man/lady you’re talking about.”

“I am sick of always coming in second to that stupid thing. You act like you love it more than you love me! Giving it a kiss and not me, how rude. We both can’t keep living here; one of us has to go.”

That got you to laugh. “This coming from the same woman who, after sending me away to sleep on the couch after an argument, comes down in the middle of the night to sleep on the floor beside the couch because you got lonely.”

Alcina blushed.

“Something tells me you won’t let me go anywhere.”

She stays quiet, only giving a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“If I give you a kiss now will you stop whining?”

Alcina pretends to consider this for a moment before answering. “Will you sit on my lap?”

“Of course, my love,” you smile.

“No p/n.”

You giggle as you make yourself comfortable straddling her things. “No p/n.”

Alcina pulls you flush against her front and kisses you. “Good.” She bites your lower lip, making you gasp. She takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and relax back into the couch. Out of sheer pettiness, Alcina cracks an eye open to see the plush staring at your display of affection. She smiled into your kiss and gives it the middle finger before focusing all her attention on ravishing you.

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #tall vampire lady #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina #no she's not the jealous type #not at all

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x gn!reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap drabble #sapnap oneshot #bubblyhoneyfics #honey answers #mcyt x reader #🥚except small

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beoneofus · 3 years

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The Lost Boys : Marko x Female! Reader

- Part One

Unedited.

𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗗 a flicker of fire within them that was fighting to burst out as if gasoline itself attached to that very flame. The one that burned lightly, just floating in the abyss of darkness in one's chest, lighting up every vessel in that person's body, just waiting to grow bigger until it eventually overtook the full skeleton that covered the inner walls of that certain someone. Y/N happened to be a victim of the flame ; having a passion deep within her, that she couldn't quite explain into words unless she 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 thought the sentences out in her mind. She could feel it, however - the spark growing each day, brighter and bigger, ready to just fly out of her until it swallowed everyone in her wake, whole. It was sinful, yet she didn't care - the sparkle that filled her eyes whenever she got a rush of adrenaline from living on the edge, excited her to no end, and she wouldn't have it any other way, other than staying within the reach of paradise known as 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨.

It first started when she was a little girl, around five years old, when she first got the temptation to cause havoc throughout her life. She had been at the park with her grandmother, just kicking her feet off of the wood chip filled ground while sitting on a rubber-seated swing, when a girl that looked a few years older than her came over. Long, blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, while freckles dotted her whole face and her blue eyes screamed ‘ bully ’, a look Y/N was all too familiar with.

“ Get off the swing, rat. It's my turn. ” The girl had commanded, eyes narrowing, as she grabbed the chains collected to the rubber seat, forcing the swing to come to a stop. She menacingly stood above Y/N, staring the smaller girl down. Y/N didn't move, simply staring up at the other girl with a blank stare, almost mocking her with the way her ( eye color ) eyes dully looked the blonde over. “ I said - Get. Up. ” Gritting her teeth, she forcefully shook the swing, causing little Y/N to shake along with it. If it weren't for the fact that Y/N removed her hands off of the chains and pushed the girl away, she probably would've fallen.

“ Leave me alone. ” Y/N narrowed her eyes, standing to her feet as the blonde sneered at her. “ I'll make you regret messing with me, if you don't. ” That's when that little flicker began. Flaring up in the small five year old, giving her a boost of confidence. Her fists clenched at her sides loosely, at first, before she slowly began tightening the ball, harder and harder, until her nails sharply dug into her skin.

“ And do 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩? ” The taller girl barked a laugh, placing her hands on her small hips. “ You won't touch me, loser! I'll kick your little ass before you can even lay a finger on me! ” A wicked grin made its way onto blondie's lips, while she took slow steps forward ; one balled hand punched into the other, only for it to be pressed forward, causing knuckles to crack. “ It looks like we're doing this the hard way, 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. ”

“ My grandma said it isn't nice to swear. ” Y/N commented, narrowing her own eyes at the older kid as her cheeks puffed out. “ I told you to leave me alone. Now I'm gonna' have to hurt you! ” Huffing, she stalked forward. “ I really didn't wanna do this! ”

That fire roared inside of the little ( hair color ) girl as the blonde, once again, laughed loudly. “ Oh, just shut u— ” She couldn't finish her sentence, for a hard swing to the abdomen cut her off. A gasp rang out, and instant tears gathered into the eyes of the eight year old. Five year old Y/N grinned cruelly, a look no regular child should wear, as she watched the blonde crumble at the seams in front of her. She, once again, lifted her arm, only to slam her elbow into the blonde's nose. A desperate cry of pain left her, before a waterfall of tear drops began flowing down her face, thanks to the blunt force that her small nose had suffered.

That was thirteen years ago that had happened. The flame had overtook her body, warming her greatly, wrapping her up in a blanket that'd keep her toasty all winter long. She took in the warmth while she could, letting the fire control her, right until it died out the moment the girl's mother appeared. Y/N had gotten in a whole lot of trouble, not by her grandmother, but by her own mother. She was called a ‘ devil child ’ by the woman that raised her. It didn't hurt Y/N, for she didn't understand at the time, but it made grandma go off her rocker. She flipped out on her daughter in law, only to take Y/N into her own solitude of safety, her home, for a few nights.

After that, more mishaps occurred. Cindy, the girl that lived down the street from Y/N, that always picked on her, ended up with a black eye. Oliver, a mean boy in her class, ended up with a broken spiderman toy. Jason, her ex-bestfriend who abandoned her, ended up with several burns ( from crayons ) on his hand. One after another, incidents continued to happen, but 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 with Y/N around. Her mother finally deemed her as a troubled child that needed to be taught a lesson. So, after packing up her bags and contacting a close friend of hers, the girl was sent off to a boarding school with children just like her.

Now, out of the school fresh and 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 still a nuisance, Y/N impatiently tapped her Chuck Taylor clad foot onto the tiled ground of the airport floor. She was seated snuggly in between two chatter box civilians, as she waited for her dud of a mother to come pick her up. To say she was annoyed, was an understatement - she was 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 irritated. Clicking away at the pen her hand, she tried to distract herself in the quickest way possible, just to get out the annoying whine of the baby to her right, out her mind.

No matter how many times she pressed down onto the head of the pen, the crying never stopped.

𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬.

It seemed to just get louder. Every wail, every hiccup.

𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬.

Her eye was twitching by now, as the one-and-how-many-months-old baby continued to throw the tantrum it had been spilling for the last ten minutes.

𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠!

That's it, she was done with this fucking kid.

“ Can you shut that damn thing up? ” Y/N swiveled her head around to spit the words harshly out towards the mother who had done nothing the entire time the baby cried, except shush it maybe 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 at most. She was just so tired of the constant wails from the child, that she didn't even care if she'd get bit in the ass for talking about a baby in such a wicked manner. The 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 should learn how to parent better.

“ Excuse me? ” The woman scoffed, turning her head towards the eighteen-year-old who now had a look of annoyance plastered on her face. “ He is just a 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. Don't you dare speak about him as if he's some object! ” The lady was now glaring daggers at Y/N, which she didn't really care for, while lightly bouncing the on going toddler in her lap. He had started to settle down, by now. It looks like all he needed was attention.

“ Well, if you paid more attention to 𝘩𝘪𝘮, ” ( eye color ) eyes darted to the child, before meeting the mother's heated gaze once again. “ we wouldn't have this problem, lady. Suck up whatever shit you have going on and put your time into your kid, yeah? ” Y/N tightly smiled, as the woman at hand stared at her with a bewildered expression ; mouth agape and brows tightly knitted together in offense. She would've replied, maybe would've told Y/N that 𝘴𝘩𝘦 needed better parenting, but the girl already stood to her feet and grinned innocently to the lady.

“ I'd love to stay and continue this chat, but it looks like my ride is here. ” Y/N tilted her head in the direction of her driver, her own mother, only for the woman to follow her gaze and blankly stare. She could care less, honestly, but she just seemed to look out of instinct. “ See you 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. ” Y/N winked at the mother, only to turn and confidently stride her way over to the lady that birthed her. No one seemed to see but the mother of the child herself, but there was an 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 spark in Y/N's eye when that wink was thrown.

“ I don't want 𝘢𝘯𝘺 trouble out of you. No picking fights, no vandalism, 𝘯𝘰 explosives, I know full well what you're capable o— ”

Y/N rolled her eyes with a sigh, tuning out her mother with a simple place of an earbud. Turning the volume up until it hurt her ears always seemed to be the case whenever she talked to her mum. Y/N has only seen her maybe four times, out of all of the years she's been away, but even so, things never changed. It was like a nun going on about all shit God related, never seeming to shut up or even taking a small break to breathe. It was irritating, nerve wracking and drove the teenager up the wall with how much her mother just 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 and 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 - take a hint that she didn't want to listen, would you?

The ( brunette/blonde/ravenette/etc ) froze in her spot as she felt the plastic ear piece rip from her ear, letting the noise of the outside world in, causing a slight ringing sensation from the sudden clash of noises piecing together all at once. Her eye twitched, a tick she picked up a while ago that signified that she was irritsted, while she slowly turned her head to look at her mother, who was tightly gripping onto the wheel of the car while sparing her daughter a glance. If looks could kill, they'd 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 be six feet under. They just despised one another 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

“ You should pay attention to your mother when she's speaking to you, 𝘠/𝘕. ” The woman venomously hissed, while turning her eyes back onto the road. “ I've told you several times before, 𝘥𝘰 𝙣𝙤𝙩 play your garbage music when I'm talking to you. Do you understand me? Or do I have to smash that phone of yours? ” She turned towards Y/N, only to see that she once more had placed the bud into her ear. Her mother mumbled a ‘ that's it ’, only to jerk the car to the side, off of the highway that they were driving on. Due to the swerve being so roughly handled, Y/N gritted her teeth and took ahold of the handle above her head - it was there to grip onto, when going around a sharp bend. Thank god for the put of that or else she would've slammed right into the window.

“ What the hell? ” The question flew from parted lips, in shock, once the lady leaned over her daughters stiff frame yo grab the handle to her door, only to pull and throw the door open. “ Get out. ” Her mum commanded, tone hard, along with her cold gaze. “ I'm sick and tired of trying to get through to you, Y/N. Get out of my car, and don't even 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 coming back to the house until you've learned how to treat your mother. ” Leaning back in her seat, away from the teen, eyes narrowed as Y/N visibly gawked at her. “ Go on - 𝘨𝘪𝘵. ”

After staring at the treacherous hound for more than a minute, Y/N finally collected herself and grabbed her drawstring back from off of the floor. Huffing, while slinging it over her shoulder, she jerked her right leg out of the car and jutted her bottom lip out at her mother in a hateful manner. “ Honestly, screw you, bitch. I can find another place to stay. ” She turned and pushed up off of the seat, only to exit, and grab the car door ; slamming it shut behind her. Y/N began walking away, not turning back once. She didn't 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 to look back, to know that her mother was in a state of shock and disgust. After all, her own daughter 𝘥𝘪𝘥 just basically tell hr to piss off and go fuck some.

Y/N didn't pay attention to where she walked to, simply letting her booted feet drag her to the nearest part of civilization she could find. She saw a sign a little while back, stating where she was, but she didn't care enough to read it. Continuing forward would take her somewhere eventually, and that's all that mattered.

Surely enough, laughter, crashing waves, engineeric noises and carnival-like music reached the ears of the young woman. If she hadn't known any better, due would've guessed to be by an out of town fair, but she knew all too well that she had stumbled upon the boardwalk of Santa Carla. It was her hometown after all. Many teenagers wouldn't remember a lot of shit from their childhood, especially after going through what 𝘴𝘩𝘦 went through, but surprisingly enough, the noises from the rollercoaster alone sent her on a trip to memory lane.

Pulling her bag closer to her shoulder to keep it from slipping, Y/N pocketed a hand into the front pocket of her pacsun boyfriend jeans, while making her way to the entrance of the boardwalk ; the brightly lit, slightly blinding sign above the walkway reminding her just where she was heading. If it weren't for her ditching her mom, who 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 told her to get lost, thee teen probably wouldn't have ended up at such a cheery place. But alas, there she was, strolling across rickety boards stained with God knows what, heading towards the place where the ‘ runaways ’ usually crowded. She was considered one, since she 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 going back to that annoying woman, so she might as well make herself at home.

As approaching footsteps sounded, the various kids surrounding a barrel of fire, sitting around on random objects, turned their heads to look at just who decided to come mess with them. Some eyebrows raised from the little ones that grew curious, while glares formed onto the faces of the older sprouts ; staring down the ( brunette/blonde/ravenette/etc ) that made her presence known with a capturous grin.

“ Relax, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, I'm just a new face trying to join the circle. ” Stepping onto the platform of dying grass, the girl looked amongst the small gathering of teenagers and children. “ You guys got room for another? ” A single brow rose. “ I got cash, we could get a bite to eat. ”

The oldest pair, who seemed to be siblings by the way they both shared similar features, looked at one another with eyes that read uncertainty. They didn't know if the teen could be trusted - but then again, who 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 in Santa Carla?

“ How much are we talkin'? ” The blonde girl, who had an off edge facial expression, questioned as she eyed the newly brought face. “ We don't let just 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 around us. Everyone we bring in learns to consider one another family - how do we know we can consider 𝘺𝘰𝘶 family? ” The seventeen-looking-year-old asked, eyes narrowed and arms crossed, while her turned up nose stood to the air in an attempt to appear intimidating. But, she was anything but that.

“ You don't. ” Y/N shrugged, letting her bag fall from her shoulder, to her feet. Various sets of curious eyes seemed to follow the movement, looking at the drawstring bag as if they were expecting a demon to arise out of it. “ But that's the thing - you never knew if you could trust any of these kids. Yet, you let your guard down, and let them in with open arms. I'm not saying the same should go for me, ” she shifted her weight onto one foot, while sliding her hand from her pocket ; a thick wad of rolled up bills following forth. “ but if you want some good food, maybe even someone to protect you, i'm your gal. ” That mischief filled twinkle overtook her eyes again, flashing through ( dark/light ) eyes like thick waves. “ Whaddya' say? ”

The two siblings shared a look again. Y/N was certain they could have a simple conversation with their eyes alone, so it was no surprise that the two kept silent while doing so. “ .. Alright. ” The boy spoke this time, looking around the age of eighteen, like Y/N herself. His own orbs flickered to meet the fellow teenager's. “ You're in. But if you try anything stupid, I 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 hesitate on putting you down. ”

Amusement filled the female's specs. Although she knew she could handle him in a mere second, she decided against correcting him - instead, bobbing her head up and down, bottom lip jutted out and brows raised, she agreed to his terms. “ Deal. No funny business. ” She paused, to turn her body at a quarter past, while dipping her head into the direction of a nearby food joint. “ We eatin', or what? ”

The crew of kids and teenagers ended up walking through the doors of the restaurant thanks to Y/N handing them each a five dollar bill. The teenagers were hesitant about it, but ended up taking the money. The children were more than happy to snatch the scrap of paper right out of her hand. As soon as they were all set, Joey, the name of the male sibling, ended up leading them to the food place.

For a place on the boardwalk, it was pretty big on the inside. 70's themed, kinda classy, yet kinda chill. Dark red, leather seats aligned booths that spread down in a straight row across the windowed walls, right up until a small, second landing was held. Up two steps, onto a some-what second floor, more booths were held, but in a more confined space. The floor was black and white checkers, freshly mopped, and sparkling like new. Several lights, fanned out in a triangular, cone shape, hung from the ceiling, illuminating the place in a nice glow. Lastly, a juke box sat in between two booths on the bottom floor, finishing the place off with various colors raining out from it.

It was nice, and Y/N digged it ; nodding her head in approval. She was so busy studying the make of the place, that she hadn't even noticed it was her turn to order, until Madeline, a little girl from the bunch, poked her side and told her her.

“ I'll just have a burger and a medium fry. ” She spoke, voice flat, while sliding her own five across the counter. “ Make sure to add some extra lettuce on that burger. ”

Madeline tugged at Y/M's shirt, which caused her to look back, and down at her, with a raised brow. “ Yeah, kid? ”

“ You forgot to say please. ” The child innocently pointed out, flashing a small, gapped smile while Y/N resisted the urge to glare at her. Clearly, she wasn't a fan of kids, considering what happened at the airport, but that didn't necessarily mean she was 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 snotty towards them.

“ ... Please. ” The teenager ended up spitting out. It was a bit on the venomous side of things, but it satisfied the little girl nonetheless. Y/N doesn't know why she even decided to settle for the girls approval, it wasn't like she care - but, in a way, it made her feel relieved? Like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. How odd.

“ Um! I'll have— ” The ( dark/light ) eyed female walked off to her own booth, one that was directly behind Joey's and his sister's, Hayley, tuning out the child's menu pick as she did. Combat boots slapped into the floor, making small clunks along the way, signaling just how heavy her footing was. Normally, Y/N tended to be quiet, but she couldn't help but let her mind swerve into obvious distraction. That flame had lit within her again, at the most random time, too... She didn't understand why, but she wasn't complaining. It was swallowing her up again, costing her insides with its warmth, making her feel alive as the electricity overtook her. She shivered on instinct while her eyes slid shut, in the midst of her walking - oddly enough, it felt as if she was being compelled. How strange.

Due to Y/N not watching where she was going, she ended up colliding with a body. A shock-like feeling struck through her once again, but this time stronger ; a bit more painful. She didn't know what the hell is was, or who causes it, but when she opened her eyes, her ( blue/green/brown/etc ) orbs met irregular blue ones. They were filled with surprise, just like her own were. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

The girl could've swore the stranger in front of her whispered something under his breath when exhaling through parted lips, but she paid no mind to that. She, instead, was too busy getting lost in the florescent look of his heavenly irises. What was happening? Why did she feel so pulled in his very direction?

“ I'm sorry.. ” The girl blurted, not even registering that she spoke before it was too late. She slowly shook her head, to knock her out of the weird state she had been in - a trance almost. Blinking, looking away, she cleared her throat. “ My fault. I should've watched where I was going. ” Y/N never usually apologized, but she felt obliged to in front of so many people in such a small space. It wasn't big like the airport had been, she couldn't just run out. Not to mention, it's like she was being controlled to say sorry to this guy. It was being 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 almost, but on her own time.

Now that she had a clear head, she lifted her orbs to look at him again ; this time, taking in his appearance. The one she could see, anyway, with how close they were.

Kinky, extremely curly, almost honey clone hair that was short in the front and long in the back ; a mullet. Green-ish blue eyes, ones that were definitely more captivating than they should've been. Lips that were half-full, but more on the thinner side, that were pulled onto a lop-sided smirk. And, lastly, a nose that was kinda on the long side, that faced more down than up - possibly on the Italian decent? It was hard to tell.

“ Don't worry about it. ” He spoke, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, that seemed to be a bit more sharper than a 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴, while the other corner of his mouth tugged upwards as well. A full smirk displaying. “ Marko. ” A hand out stretched without any hesitation, as an invite for her to shake. Y/N's eyes flickered down to the gloved palm that was now awaiting her own hand, looking at it rather suspiciously as she questioned herself, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?

Although slightly wary of the invite to shake hands, she didn't stop herself from lifting her arm and slipping her own hand into his. Gripping it firmly, only to shake, a small grin on her own forming on her plump lips. “ Y/N. Pleasure to meet you. ”

“ Trust me, ” he racked his irises down her body slowly, giving off a vibe that put her on edge, but at the same time, at ease. It was just enough to make the hairs on her arms stand skyward. It wasn't until their eyes met again, that she bit her bottom lip. “ pleasures all mine. ”

“ Marko! ” The demanding, not too high yet not too low voice, is what dragged her attention away from the blonde before her. Both their heads turned to look at another blonde, one with hair that was nearly white, to see him looking between the both of them with a hard stare. “ Let's go. ” He commanded rather harshly, once his eyes landed back onto Marko. It made Y/N wonder just who he was to this mysterious guy.

“ That's my queue to leave. ” Once his beautifully lidded orbs met Y/M's again, he winked ; smirking once more. “ I'll see you around, beautiful. ”

Releasing her hand, he slowly backed away, never taking his eyes off of her. They stated at one another like their lives depended on it. It's almost like, if either of them looked away, the other would be gone forever... each gazing so alluring, so captivating, that it was almost painful to look somewhere else. Eventually, though, the blonde ended up turning around ; facing the other male that had called to him. With one last look at the female that was left to wonder, Marko exited out of the restaurant.

𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘰... 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

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shadyteacup · 3 years

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Hi! Im the one req 7 for chuuya sorry i didint specified, i just realized it. Can i get angst prompt 7 for chuuya?

Hiya! This pained me to write, so I made it fluffy at the end... sorry if u were looking for pure angst! I can't go to sleep peacefully peacefully after writing angst, I need to clutch my soft toys and cry myself to sleep..

Warnings: Angst to fluff, maybe a swear word at the end.. dw, it's just "bish", but like the actual word.

Word count: 2006 😳yes, I got carried away

Nakahara Chuuya + “Please wake up”

Forewarning

“Don’t move, Chu.”

You grumbled against his chest. It was yet another lazy morning for the two of you. Lazy mornings consisted of waking up late, cuddling on the bed till lunch time, getting dressed and having dinner at some exotic place, going for a long drive, then coming back home. It was a perfect day for a traditional lazy day, except for the fact it was a weekday.

Chuuya sighed. He had to get to work, and so did you. You both couldn’t afford to miss any workdays, considering that you both worked for the same organization, one that didn’t hesitate to punish for untimely work. Chuuya was an executive, and so were you. You both had multiple solo missions planned out for today and one mission wherein you both had to team up. It was going to be quite a busy day, and Chuuya wanted nothing more than to just get it all over with. He was looking forward to some lazy cuddles in the evening, after both of your jobs were done.

“We have to get dressed, dove.”

He tried reasoning with you. You were a workaholic, just like him. It surprised him to see this lazy side of you. But then again, you must be tired, he thought.

“I know. But let’s bunk today!”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, hoping to convince him.

Chuckling, he pet your head affectionately.

“The mafia isn’t some school that you could just bunk. Besides, don’t you love working?”

You frowned at that. You were feeling weird today. It’s like something was forewarning you. But about what?

“I just have a bad feeling about today. I don’t know why, but I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

He sighed. He was never one to believe I such things. That was why you weren’t telling him until now.

“We work in the mafia. How worse can it get?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

You smiled, getting up to get ready.

....

“The target is in the warehouse.”

Chuuya said to you. You both were currently seated in Chuuya’ s car, parked on a hill. Your stakeout point had a clear view of an abandoned warehouse. Apparently, it was the location where a rival gang was coordinating with some members of the mafia and stealing their goods. You both had already executed the moles and had sent in one of your trusted members as a pretend mole. He would send you both a signal when he felt that the security was the weakest at the entrance. You both would then attack. He was supposed to cause a commotion in there, resulting in majority of the guards to rush inside and leave the entrance wide open for you two. Your men had already sealed all exits to ensure no one got out. Now you were both waiting for the signal.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

Chuuya pouted at your jab.

“I was just being thorough!”

“By stating the obvious?”

“You’re so mean.”

“Says the angry redhead.”

“What has my hair got to do with anything?!”

“Your hair has got to do with everything! I-”

A sharp sound was heard. Both you and Chuuya were blinded for a second as white filled your vision. You felt your torso pinch a little. It almost felt like someone was sticking a few needles into your tummy. You heard screams. They sounded frantic. A few moments later, your vision cleared, and you saw yourself floating in the air, a frantic Chuuya saying something to you. It all sounded mangled and mixed up. If you could have laughed at the moment, you would have laughed at how funny he sounded.

The screams had turned to cries, now. You were so confused. Who was crying? And why was Chuuya pressing down on your stomach?

Looking down, you saw the blood. There was blood everywhere. It had completely soaked your shirt. Chuuya was using his ability and his hands to keep it in. He seemed hurried. His eyes were watery, and streams of tears were flowing down his cheeks.

Finally understanding the situation, you realised that you were injured. Looking down at your torso, you saw the two bullet wounds. And now, you finally felt them. The pain was overwhelming. It rushed in like water at the breaking of a dam. It completely filled you up. You now realised that those cries of pain were actually your own. You wished to have never woken from your daze. You wanted to remain oblivious. You wanted the pain to go back to mere pinpricks. It was too much. Succumbing to the enormous pain, you let your eyes shut close. You realised that your body was going to sleep. Maybe for the last time.

....

Chuuya sat in a chair next to your sleeping form. You were lying unconscious on the clean white sheets of the hospital bed. Your entire torso was covered in bandages. You had taken two bullets, one in the side and one right next to your belly button. The doctors were able to save you in time, and it was a matter of time till you gained consciousness.

Chuuya held his face in his hands. The memories of just moments prior to visiting the hospital kept running through his head. He kept seeing flashes of your blood oozing out of your body. He kept remembering the way your eyes had glazed over while he tried to apply pressure on your wounds. There was so much blood. His mere two hands were proving to be inefficient. So, he had activated his ability to push the blood back in. He had no clue if that had helped. He remembered activating his ability the moment you had let out a blood curdling scream. He had levitated you both out of the car and high up in the night sky.

He should have listened to you. Your forewarnings were right. Something terrible had ended up happening. The mole he had sent inside was found murdered by the backup team, and the head of the organization had fled. His men had taken up sniping positions all across the hills. Two of them had shot you at once. He remembered going on a mad spree and pelting boulders at all the men in his sight using his ability right before he flew to the hospital with you in his arms.

“Has she gained consciousness?”, the doctor asked as she peeked in. Chuuya had asked all medical personnel to leave him alone with his sweetheart, a little too passionately, after they were done treating you, and hence the poor doctor was a tad bit scared to check up on your vitals.

Chuuya whipped his head up.

“No.”

The doctor scrunched her brows in worry. Rushing in, she did some tests.

“I’m sorry, sir, but if the patient doesn’t wake up in another hour, we will have to declare a coma condition.”

“What?!”

The doctor jumped at his outburst, but answered him, nonetheless.

“The body is behaving as if it is already in coma. This can also be because it is repairing itself. It doesn’t necessarily have to be coma.”

She sighed.

“But, if the patient retains this state of unconsciousness, we will have to rule out a natural healing process. I suggest you try to communicate with the patient. Sit close, hold hands, maintain physical contact. Try speaking. That way, maybe the body will react to a familiar scent, touch or voice, and gain consciousness.”

Chuuya gulped, worried, and nodded.

“I understand.”

He shakily made his way to your face, observing your serene features. He hesitantly put your hair behind your ear, breathing unsteadily. He felt immense guilt and anger. He was guilty of not paying your uneasiness an ear, and he was angry because he couldn’t save you. If only he had been more vigilant, more aware of his surroundings, he would have been able to smell a rat.

“I’m so sorry. I should have listened to you. I should have been able to protect you.”

He gasped inaudibly, trying to keep his sobs in. He couldn’t stop the tears. They flowed freely down his cheeks, a symbol of his immense fear of losing you. He couldn’t bear the idea of loosing you. It might be selfish of him, but he wanted you to live, because God-forbid, if you didn’t, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He knew that if such a devastating situation ever occurred, he would lose all sanity and go mad. He would lose his mental balance and completely fall off the edge. He couldn’t bear to be separated from you for two days, forget the rest of his lifetime.

He caressed your cheek, smiling bitterly at your sleeping form. Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, he let himself truly cry. He let out all his emotions into your hair. He found comfort in your warmth. He has always felt the safest in your embrace. That’s where he could truly be himself.

He didn’t realise how long it had been when he began talking to you. Telling you how much he loved you and how he couldn’t live without you. He pondered on how he would take his life if you left him.

“I’d have to go to that stupid mackerel for guidance. But then again, he has been unsuccessful in killing himself for 22 years. He’s probably the worst suicidal guy out there.”

He was lying next to you now, cradling your frail form in his arms.

The doctor waltzed in, a serious and sorrowful expression straining her pretty features.

“Nakahara-san, I’m so sorry.”

Chuuya gritted his teeth, holding onto you tighter.

“No! There’s still a chance that-”

“Its hopeless. The patient has already been in this state for 16 hours.”

“16 hours?”

The doctor smiled sympathetically.

“I gave you a lot more time. I thought maybe the constant contact would help. But sadly, it’s out of our hands now.”

Chuuya sat up, holding your face in his large palms.

“Wake up! Wake up, damnit!”

He shook you gently, desperate to get any kind of reaction out of you.

“Nakahara-san! Please get away from the patient! You mustn’t cause any harm! Security?!”

The doctor rushed forward to pull Chuuya off of you, but he held onto you. He grabbed your arms, looping his own around them and pulling you towards him.

“Wake up!”

He rested his face on your chest, sobs escaping him.

“Please... please wake up...”

The doctor reached forward to clasp his shoulder, trying to pry him off of you.

A large gasp followed by couple of coughs were heard.

You took in a large breath, trying to swallow. Your throat was dry and scratchy.

“Y/N!”

Looking up, you saw Chuuya holding you in his arms, a relieved and surprised expression on his elegant features.

“Hey.”

Your voice sounded raspy, but it was music to his ears.

He engulfed you in a hug, one that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“She’s still a patient!”

The doctor reprimanded as the security guards pulled Chuuya off of you.

You smiled at the tiny ginger.

“I’m alive, Chu. Stop being dramatic.”

Chuuya laughed at your carefree attitude. He didn’t resist the men as they pulled him out of the room. He was relieved to see you awake. He didn’t care about anything else. Just as he was about to leave, you spoke up.

“Call Gin and tell her that I’m not dead!”

“You don’t need to call me, idiot. I was waiting right outside.”

You smiled as she walked in, giving you a hug.

“Why does she get to go in but not me?!”

Chuuya whined.

“Hey Gin, guess what?”

Gin smiled at you, sitting at the edge of your bed at the nurses did their check-ups.

“What?”

“I’m alive, bitch!”

Your snickers could be heard till the hallway, where the rest of your friends were seated. Shaking his head, Tachihara snickered.

“Good ol’ Y/N.”

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ryozoro · 3 years

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NOW PLAYING : I n t e r l u d e [J. Cole]

cw; name calling, blood, mentions of murder, major spoilers

“Fate is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”

Despite the red-light district thriving through the night, it looked just as beautiful during the early morning. Yn was roaming the streets on her pedal bike for the first time since winter break as she plotted different ways to surprise her big brother at his newly opened bike shop. She had already purchased his favorite breakfast meal from the little café she worked at, and all that she was left to do was see the said man. Getting out of thoughts and returning to reality, she stopped at the side of the traffic light to press the ‘crossing’ button and to text Draken to make sure he was at work before she made the trip.

“hey there pretty girl, ya wanna come ride something more interesting than the little kiddie bike yer on right now?” some bleach blonde junior high kid called out to her, smirking as he man spread and took up most of the space on the park bench. “I know ya hear me pretty girl,” he leaned and rested his elbows onto his knees, “maybe ya want me to come over and beg for yer attention, huh? Want me to come and make ya listen to me?”

She scoffed and waited for the light to signal for her to cross, but its as if the gods wanted to punish her and traffic kept flowing out of her favor. Getting restless, she pocketed her phone and tapped on her bar handles in hopes of the cars to all be generous and let her through; of course, this did not happen and the young fuck boy in training had began to approach her alongside his friend who were hyping him up and recording the event.

“You might be older than me,” he walked up behind her and kicked her bike tire before circling around and leaning against the basket in the front, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I hit girls.” Yn had to refrain from spitting in his face because Draken always said ‘never start anything with others first, let them choose their fate.’ In other words, big bro just didn’t want her to put herself at risk due to minor inconveniences that were presented towards her.

Just as the light switched from a hand to a walking figure, yn politely smiled at the boy in hopes of him getting the hint that she did not wish to engage with him anymore, but – of course – that was just asking too much of him. He turned back and looked at the sign noticing it was their turn to cross, and he surprisingly moved out the way. Yn smiled realizing that her brother did know it best when he said that the ‘dumb young boys will leave you alone after they realize you’re not going to give them the time of day,’ and she moved to pedal across the cross walk with a large smile.

However, big bro’s words are not the golden rule amongst men and the boys did not leave her alone; in fact, they decided to run at her hit the back tire with a bat and caused her to lose control and fall in the middle of the walkway. The drivers were kind enough to wait for her to get up and cross the street with scraped knees and a dirty pull over. She turned back to glare at the boys, but their backs were already facing her as they leisurely walked away laughing. This wasn’t going to ruin her day, after all, she still gets to surprise her brother with her presence and might even have the chance to see his hot amazing friends whom you grew up around. After realizing that the former gang members might all be hanging around her brother’s workplace, she got up with a huge smile and skipped the rest of her way on the crosswalk. Once to the other side, yn hopped back on her bike without checking her bloodied shins and made her way on the quickest route to the shop.

Glancing up at the familiar billboards that danced in sky and looking down at the alleys being populated with street cats and new gen delinquents, she realized she was only a block down from seeing the man who has always put her first and raised her to strive to her fullest potential. Smiling as closed her eyes for just a second - she swears it – to bask in the excitement and next thing she knew, she was on the ground covered in coffee. She could hear faint voices but those were cancelled out by her skin screaming at her to get up and quickly remove any rubble and dirt that had entered. Moving to get up, she took note of blood staining the concrete and became slightly alarmed.

“Oi, you dumb bitch, you should watch where you’re going,” a man’s voice echoed through her head, “you got a drip of blood on my Milano’s.” Trying to get up, yn went to wipe her eyes, but as soon as she lifted her hands, she felt them share the similar sting that her knees and chin felt. “You deaf or something? Ha, lucky for you I’ll take the food in your basket and whatever is in your wallet as an exchange. Pin code for your card must be included, love.” Hearing as she was about to get stripped dry of her hard-earned cash, she shot a glare up at the well-dressed man’s body just to be sent in a more state of terror when she noticed the tattoo that decorated his temple; it was the infamous Bonten symbol.

“I say we just take her to the back alley and make her pretty throat match the rest of her bloody body,” she turned and seen a pinkette with long hair and two scars that sat on each corner of his ?beautiful? mouth. to be completely honest, he would have been very much at the top of her most attractive list if he weren’t just plotting to slice her neck right in front of her; she wondered if he ever heard of the Element of Surprise. “She hasn’t even apologized yet and it’s been at least 45 seconds, that is pretty rude don’t you think, Mochi-kun?”

“It is very rude,” the built man with slicked back blonde hair spoke up, “do you want me to take her in the alleyway?” He squatted down to meet yn at eye level and she didn’t know if it was the fact he was able to stare into her soul with lifeless eyes or the extremely structured shoulders that could break her bones if he had tackled her, but she genuinely felt that she was going to die. “You seem like a worthless kill if I am being honest, and I don’t like claiming meaningless prizes. So, if you want to live,” ‘Mochi-kun’ reached over and gripped her bloodied chin, “or are you going to be good dog and run your pockets?”

She couldn’t believe it; for all her life, death threats have never been directly shot at her as Draken and the others have always been there. Of course, she emptied her pockets as quick as she could and began wiping the man’s Milano’s with her cloth lens wipe.

“Good girl,” the man with the temple tattoo said mockingly, “but I’m gonna need you to put your pretty mouth to work since you don’t know – or rather – you act like you don’t know how to speak.” She felt her eyes began to fill with tears as she looked up from the ground; they mistook it for fear, but yn was just angry she was powerless to them. “Don’t worry, I like older women, so I won’t need your mouth for that,” he laughed loudly in her face, “lick the blood off.” Her glare returned and tears began to spill over her cheeks. “Be a good bitch, and lick my –“

“What are you idiots doing?” a man with a long pink and purple mullet-like hairstyle came from behind her. “Are you guys bullying young kids again? Oh, wait, you’re not a kid.” He stared at you through his multi-colored bangs and tilted his head, “Why are you all bloody like a sewer rat walking through the back alley of feral cats?” he pushed the girl’s forehead back, straining her neck to hold eye contact with him, “you’re not some whore, are you?” He craned his neck back to the man who has been treating her like a dog, giving yn a full view of his Bonten symbol tattooed across the middle of his pretty throat. “Neh, Koko, you do realize that if you want a girl’s attention you can’t just rough her up in hopes that she takes you to bed.” He turns back to yn before sighing, “You’re cute,” for some reason she felt herself swelling with pride, “but you’re not my type,” – well there goes her ego.

“Oh what-fucking-ever,” ‘Koko’ mumbled as he gently pushed her away, “I didn’t want some inexperienced princess anyway, so don’t get your hopes up.” He quickly bent down and took all the cash from her wallet and began to slide out the card, but a baton quickly swatted at his hands.

“Your obsession with money is crazy, but you can’t take hers if you still owe me 45,000 yen.” Yn turned to see a man with pushed back purple and pink hair holding the offending stick. Unlike the other members, his tattoo was in the same place as the mullet man – maybe they took over the organization after her other big brotherly figure, Mikey, left. She drank in his appearance, and although he was thinner than the other members, something about him just screamed ‘stay away;’ but for the first time in her life, yn didn’t want to listen to such obvious red flags. “Oh no, you’re bloodied up like a rat –“

“I have already said that nii-chan,” the mullet head said, “what do you say? Wanna jut get rid of her like Sanzu-san suggested?” The now known younger brother asks. She began to tremble but not out of fear, no, out of a weird feeling at the pits of her stomach that came about as soon as the stranger stumbled onto the scene. “Oi,” the younger brother flicked your chin, reminding your body that it is supposed to be in a state of stinging pain, “staring is rude. What are you – a deer in headlights?”

“Now, now, Ridou,” the man continued to meet yn’s gaze as he motioned for her to take his hand, “where’s the fun in hurting a good little lamb? Especially one who shows that she knows to yield to her Sheppard.” Against her better judgement, yn took his hand and allowed him to help her up. “Look at you go,” he smirked and scanned over her body through hooded lids, “such a strong little girl you are standing on wobbly legs after the big bad wolves tried to tear you down.”

She should feel offended, mocked, and appalled, but she couldn’t – not with the voids he called eyes staring at her. “T-thanks,” she weakly mumbled as she began to gather her bag back together and prop her bike back up, “I know you guys said you needed the pin number, but I can’t give it to you.” She hung her head and balled her fists; she was waiting for someone to hit her but that never came. Looking up she sees the ‘older brother’ standing in front of the brooding ‘Koko’ and the other members just staring around the streets.

“That’s fine, little one,” the older brother said, “we don’t need your card. Koko here will be fine with just the cash. But I will need payment of the sort since I did calm the bully over here, don’t you think?” He smiled at yn, quickly scanning her student ID and then turning back to her face, “You’re 18, yeah?” she nodded, and he smiled lazily, “Good, give me something of yours that is valuable. I want to talk to you again and if I take it, you are going to want to take it back, correct?”

“I – um,” she began to go through the bag and seen that the only things she deemed valuable were her phone and the spare keys to her room in the brothel, “all I have is my k-keys and phone.” She huffed out in hopes that he took mercy and just let her go already; if she kept in his presence any longer, she feared that every piece of knowledge on common sense would fly out of her brain.

“Well, no one wants a pedal bike here and your phone and keys wouldn’t be of use to me,” he spoke in a rather degrading tone, “how about, you give me that pretty little necklace that you’re wearing… hmm, ... oh! Give me your number as well. After all, how are you going to know when I want you to take back your precious gems without being able to plan a proper date?” His smile was too secretive to be comforting, but this was probably the best way to saving her own life.

“Okay,” she replied quickly, “just please, don’t break the necklace…” her hands shook as she unclasped it and placed it into the man’s hands. “That’s a gift from my brother, so I promise you I’ll come and get it whenever you ask.” Yn put her hands on her bar handles before straddling the bike.

“Thank you,” he smiled and put away the baton before fishing out his phone, “put your number in it and call to make sure you’re not fucking with me, yeah?” He tilted his head and softly hummed at the soft sound of her phone vibrating in her bag. “Thank you, yn-chan.”

“No, thank you,” she lightly coughed and waited for him to look back up at her after saving all her contact information. Once he finally looked up, she flinched but proceeded to stare him dead in his lovely irises, “May I have your name… if ya don’t mind that it.”

“Haitani Ran,” the older man laughed and shifted his weight onto his hip, “and I expect you to text me whenever you get the chance.” He turned around and the other members began to follow. For what felt like an eternity, yn finally let out a small breath, well at least until he had turned back around. “Oh!” Haitani-san smiled at her, “Leave it under ‘Ran-senpai’ so your brother and friends don’t get spooked. Don’t want the fun to end before it has barely even started.” With that, he turned back around and waved half-assed before disappearing into the distance.

Yn decided to just to walk the rest of the block because riding the bike has been nothing but bad luck so far. Once at the shop, she sighed and made her way to the back where she knew would be unlocked because no one dared walk up into her big brother’s place of work. Parking her bike, she quickly takes her phone back out with 3 texts from an unknown number.

Unknown: hey little lamb, its yer senpai <3

Unknown: yer probs with yer bro so ill call you later, mm around midnight so stay up

Unknown: text me back soon or I mite accidentally break your pretty necklace and youll have to owe me a big favor for ignoring me :)

“what the actual fuck,” yn whispered as she quickly began typing away. She didn’t know if she be upset with his back-to-back messages treating her like she was his property, or mad at herself for feeling this little need inside of her that wants to please him. Yes, all of the gang members were extremely hot and DANGEROUS, but something about ‘Ran Senpai’ gave her the cold chills; what made it worse was the urge that she possessed to go against all her morals for him.

Yn: hi! Im sorry,, I was just trying to get to my brother’s shop

Yn: wait,, do you know draken-nii?

She tilted her head and rocked lightly from side to side, waiting for a reply instead of going in and surprising her brother like she initially had planned to do. While she waited, she changed his name to ‘Tani Senpai <3’ with a small smile as she imagined Draken freaking out over the fact that a boy has caught her interest. Of course, she wasn’t romantically interested in the man, but his face isn’t one that she would mind seeing from time to time – at a safe distance that is.

Tani Senpai <3: mhm, some good and bad history

Yn: oh?

Tani Senpai <3: you do know curiosity killed the cat, right little lamb?

Yn: you flirt a lot

Yn: how old are you ?

Tani Senpai <3: 28 years young bb

Yn: youre ten whole years older than me?? You look so,, young.

Tani Senpai <3: I have aged, but trust me, I am rather youthful in different aspects.

Yn: do you by chance,, like memes?

Tani Senpai <3: ofc, especially hornee ones.

Yn: haha.. well I gotta go,

Tani Senpai <3: mhm go ahead baby, remember. Midnight <3

Yn: aye aye captain.

She felt another vibration as she placed her phone in her backpack, but she was finally able to see and surprise her brother and that is exactly what she planned to do. Quietly pulling the door open, she noted that the music blaring and Draken’s back was to her as he was fixing up what looked like Pah-chin’s old CBX 400F. It was a cute sight if she was being completely honest; her brother rebuilding his old friendships. She seen the other boys’ bikes lined up too: Draken’s Zephyr, Mitsuya’s little Impulse, Kazu-kun’s Rocket, Mikey’s CB250T, and even the late Baji’s Goki.

“Pah-san still has the old thing,” she decided to speak up instead of tackling her brother, “are you guys gonna give it to some younger kids?” right as she finished her sentence, draken whipped his head back and went to cradle yn to his chest. Suddenly, all of the stinging on her skin had vanished and she was giggling while circling her arms around her brother’s waist. “How are you ya wannabe greaser?”

“I’m doing fine you idiot, how are -,” draken lifted his head to get a good look at her, but all his excitement drained as he was met with a sight of dried blood and scraped skin. “Who the fuck did this to you? I’ll kill them right fucking now, what the hell happened yn?”

“DRAKEN,” he stopped and stared at you expecting an answer, “I tired riding my bike down the big hill by the park and this happened, okay? I’m okay.” She stared at him with a soft expression and relaxed once she noticed he slumped in his posture, “I know you said to stop riding down the hill because it’ll bite me in the ass one day, so I guess today was the day.” Yn laughed and draken tried to fight the small smile that was threatening to fall on his lips.

“Go sit on the counter and watch the store for a bit, I’m gonna get the first aid kit in the back and I guess I’ll patch ya up.” With that, he disappeared into the office hall and left yn to be lost in thought. She had never lied to Draken this heavy before. It might not seem like a big deal to others, but she just told her brother she fell down a hill instead of saying that some /Bonten/ men were just threatening her life 20 minutes ago and they treated her like a dog; well, she didn’t feel that bad anymore, considering that he would have gone and wasted his life against men that played dirty. “Get out of your head, I’m back.” Draken teased her before getting an alcohol wipe and wiping the dried blood, “don’t squirm too much, loser. iss’ gonna sting a bit tho, so try to not hit me.”

It went a lot more smooth than she had expected, yeah, the cleansing wipe and ointment burned, but now she was bandaged and able to not worry about even more blood staining her clothes til they go to the brothel.

“Here,” he handed her a spare shirt and some sweats, “I don’t like seeing you all beat up, makes me want to fight the side walk. You know where the bathroom is.” Draken slightly punched her shoulder before heading back to seat near the bike, “once you’re done, we can go meet the boys for breakfast. I bet yer hungry.”

“Yer the best, ya know that,” yn smiled before taking her bag and clothes to the bathroom. “It won’t be long,” she turned before entering the hall, “make sure the cute one is there!”

“Stop trying to fuck my friends,” Draken called out in an irritated tone as she walked away laughing. It was an ongoing joke yn had played on her brother, where she would pretend to have some crush on his friends and it’d just make him twenty times more protective around them; he never knew if she was serious or not so he had to be cautious.

Once in the bathroom, yn quickly changed into the clothes her brother had lent her and stared at herself in the mirror. She laughed when she realized she kind of looked like one of the main characters from her favorite psychological thrillers. Yn took out her phone and decided to message Mana, mitsuya’s younger sister and yn’s best friend from home, with a picture of her bandaged state and the caption, ‘take out my ankles next time, daddy <3.’ It honestly surprised her to get a reply that fast as Mana was always one to sleep until noon. She didn’t know what scared her more, the fact she sent it the wrong person, or the fact the person knew exactly what she was talking about.

Tani Senpai <3: you look hot like that

Tani Senpai <3: like being called daddy, but in this context arent I supposed to call you mommy or something LMAO

Tani Senpai <3: I can break your ankles with my baton

Tani Senpai <3: make you my little housewife and call you ‘Bum.’

Tani Senpai <3: don’t worry, I won’t turn into ashes ;) <3

“Yn,” Draken called out, “you okay in there?”

“Don’t worry about it nii-Chan,” she giggled in hopes of masking her terror, “just bumped into a wound. I’ll be out soon.”

“Okay,” draken slipped a pad and a tampon under the door, “don’t know if you might want these -,”

“LEAVE YOU IDIOT,” yn genuinely laughed and heard draken’s heavy chuckles through the door, “thank you though, I’ll be out soon.”

“I’ll be outside on the bike, bubs.”

After hearing draken’s foot steps vanish, she quickly began typing.

Yn: that wasn’t meant for you -

Tani Senpai <3: shame, I love killing stalking

Yn: wait,, really? 👀

Tani Senpai <3: mhm,, we’ll talk about it later tonite ‘bum ;)

Yn: .. deal :)

Despite every shitty thing that has happened to her since she got back, it felt as if they were supposed to meet; fate as one would call it. She was offering herself to one of the most dangerous men who rule the underworld, and she didn’t even find herself to minding.

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batfamilysays · 3 years

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ORPHANS GROUPCHAT

damian wayne meets a girl!

ZOMBIEBOY

we have a problem

someone fucking broke damian

CAFFEINATED

finally, maybe he'll stay

gone this time

BLOODSONBITCH

i am not broken, todd

ZOMBIEBOY

the little fuck has been

smiling at his phone for an hour

BABSGORDON

he was also on his phone

during patrol

ACROBATHICC

he never does that

SPOILERALERT

are u kidding me?

damian got mad at me for

SNEEZING during patrol once!

BLOODSONBITCH

i was simply doing homework

CAFFEINATED

fake news!

ZOMBIEBOY

bullshit!

ACROBATHICC

guys don't bully little D

it makes him sad ;(

TURNSIGNAL

'dOnT bULLy lItTLe D'

bitch that man once chased me

with a katana JUST BECAUSE

I PET ALFRED WITHOUT

ASKING!

ZOMBIEBOY

how dick looks yelling

at us about being mean 🤡

SPOILERALERT

lol cause he was in the circus?

ZOMBIEBOY

obviously you dumb blonde

CAFFEINATED

hey dont say that

SPOILERALERT

hEy dOn'T sAY tHaT

CAFFEINATED

i'm?? defending?? you??

SPOILERALERT

🤠

BLOODSONBITCH

it was deserved thomas.

CANDYCAIN

i think it's a girl.

ZOMBIEBOY

pssh no girls like that rat

SPOILERALERT

agreed, he's too tall

that hoe like 6'1 now

CAFFEINATED

he do be looking like slender man

ZOMBIEBOY

slender men is hotter than damian

BABSGORDON

slendermen kink 🤸‍♀️

CAFFEINATED

someone tell roy🥰

BLOODSONBITCH

my life is none of your business.

ACROBATHICC

as your older brother

it is my business.

ZOMBIEBOY

as ur older brother idgaf

CAFFEINATED

SPOILERALERT

BABSGORDON

ur not his brother steph

SPOILERALERT

thankfully

BLOODSONBITCH

burn

SPOILERALERT

why are you so horrible?

BLOODSONBITCH

why did you start stuffing your costume?

ZOMBIEBOY

i never thought the little demon

could get laid,

i'm proud of you little shit

CAFFEINATED

he can't. my bet is he's lying

CANDYCAIN

doubt it. he hasn't been this

happy since tim got kidnapped

SPOILERALERT

i can't forget that horrid laugh

or that awful smile damian made

whenever joker sent a video of tim

getting tortured.

ACROBATHICC

that was so mean 🥺

BABSGORDON

dick get off the phone,

you're missing the gossip

girl episode!

BLOODSONBITCH

all of you shut the fuck up

and mind your business

SPOILERALERT

OMIGOD DICK HE SWORE

ZOMBIEBOY

that little fucking bastard child

has no right to swear in this

good christian household

CAFFEINATED

DICKY PUNISH HIM!

ACROBATHICC

dami you know you can't swear

it will ruin your precious

innocent mind

BLOODSONBITCH

i'm 17,

now shut it i'm playing with titus

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tender-rosiey · 4 years

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helow may I ask for u to do dazai and akutagawa and how they deal with a s/o who has adhd ? thank uu :3

❥ Dazai and Akutagawa with a s/o who has ADHD

A/N: I hope you like this dear! 🥺💘

Also please tell me if I wrote something wrong about ADHD :(

Dazai Osamu:

Little shit no.1

Anyways

LETS TACKLE EACH BEHAVIOR THAT OCCURS

So constant fidgeting

This Bish wont do anything but hold your hand and place kisses on it to distract you from anything else

Easily distracted?

That’s to his advantage bby

If for example you guys are in a meeting then you bet you will be pulled away from there and go somehwere

And if you space out while he is talking then he will giggle like a giddy school girl and kiss the top of your nose and just ask

“Do you want me to repeat or should we talk about something else?”

You lose things or forget them?

Dazai Osamu knows where they are cause he keeps track of where do you put your stuff

Because he doesn’t want you one day to lose something important to you and you end up being sad :(

Also

This a warning for others but like

If someone

Just

THINKS JUST THINKS

About making you feel bad or insulting you

Mind tormenting is Dazai’s first choice and god is it traumatizing 🥰

Lemme give you an example

Also you have a part-time job in a cafe cause I know none of my ADA babies would treat you in a bad way

“Can you seriously not pay attention for than five minutes?!” screamed out a man who was your boss in the cafe you worked in. You had explained before to your manager about having ADHD and he doesn’t seem to get it as he continued lashing out on you for forgetting the customer’s order.

Despite the customer themselves forgetting and saying that it’s alright, he still continued to scold you. He ,however, didn’t notice the tall brunette of man that just happens to be your lover.

Dazai put a hand on the man’s shoulder and gripped it tightly.

“Do you have something good to say to my love or are you going to hurt everyone’s ears with the trash and rubbish you are saying? I know that Y/N told you about having ADHD so don’t you dare talk to her about anything related to it or I swear to you.”

He got near to the man’s ear and dangerously whispered sternly “I will make you go through hell and back, you rat.”

Needless to say that the man pissed himself before apologizing like a little bitch to you

Also if you have the tendency to talk or rmable a lot then he really enjoys it actually

He loves hearing your voice

It sends him to heaven

He wishes for it to be the last thing he heard before he meets the “sweet release of death” in his words

Also if you feel bothered by the symptoms then

The great dazai osamu is there to support and help you

He will search for ways to manage them while them

And will make his support 100% known to you

Still reminds you that he loves you nonetheless

“You belladonna, even if this doesn’t have an effect, I don’t really mind. I love for who you are.”

He loves when you depend on him btw

Just laying that out there

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke:

The one who became a chaotic aggressive bby because little shit no.1 just loved breaking people

Mr I have no eyebrows

Now I think akutagawa would be pretty chill about everything you do really

If you space out then he will either snap his fingers or pinch your nose

If you can’t stay in place then how is he supposed to feel

It doesn’t change anything therefore a reaction to what you are doing which will make you feel different than others in a bad way is uncalled for

If you lose things just expect a very little scolding and about taking care of your stuff

“Y/N YOU CANT LOSE A 100,000,$ NECKLACE JUST LIKE THAT-“

“Fight me about it bIsH”

He will help you tho in a subtle way if the symptoms bother you

He is a great support but won’t say shit 👍

Like he would be beside you reading them and if something that does seem logical enough appear then he will point at it

If an option you want to try is somewhat dangerous or will make you uncomfortable then I want you to expect a phone broken in pieces if he sees it

Now aku is basically known for being an assassin with no care

Big softie inside for you tho

So I just want you to imagine wtf will he do to someone that makes fun of you

While Dazai is a little more merciful

Akutagawa is gonna murder them

No questions asked

Bitches have the audacity to make fun of you and still want to live?

Nah

Lemme give you an example of one dumbass that did it right in front of him as well

Btw he doesn’t care if it’s friend or foe

Maybe if they are from the mafia he will just slap them

You were sitting in the train with your lover beside you and a man on your other side. Your constant fidgeting was something that didn’t bother Aku so he paid no mind to it.

However the other man did and decided to be a bitch about it, “Could you stop moving? It’s annoying.”

There is his death wish.

After you guys went out of the train with the man following ahead, you were wondering why akutagawa did nothing but when you saw him pull the man to an empty hallway you knew what he will do.

“RASHOMOUN!” he screamed with anger painted all across his face. He kicked the body and muttered with pure disgust “filthy bitch.”

No y/n slander in aku’s area

So he will be the quiet over protective bf because damn he loves you

But will probably wear all pink and talk with a girly voice before he admits just how soft he is for you

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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wenwenbittercake · 3 years

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✨Hanma x reader✨

(Hii sorry for not posting for a long time. Here's a Hanma x reader fan fiction. All of the characters are all from the time past where hina UK lost her legs. Yea that time past part. So all the characters are all grown up. I got the idea from the let me love u by Ariana Grande our queen. 👑👑👑

Warning-a little bit of spice, cheating, swearing enjoy💕💕✨✨

⚡thunder sounds 💥

The sound of ur heels can be heard through the sound of heavy rain. Black Mascara run downs your cheek not due to the rain but due to the fighting and crying you had with Kisaki.

You both had been dating for a few years now and things didn’t get better. He’s always busy with work and when you both finally have time together. He would fuck you and go back to work. It’s been a circle.

But what he did just this evening really pissed you off bad. You’re fine with him fucking with his assistant, coworkers, even whores he find in clubs, but calling you Hina while in a middle of a make out section really hurts you like a bitch. You had enough with him.

You finally made it in front a familiar building. You ring the bell on the door. “Click” the door knob turned and open to see and tall man with yellow highlights.

“*sigh*What happened now?”

The man asked. You look up with teary eyes to see Hanma looking at you with annoyance mixed with a dash of sadness. To be honest, it ach his heart to see his beloved Y/N crying due to that jerk. He doesn’t know how lucky to have a cute bitch like you.

When Hanma first saw you, you were bratty. He thought you’re the type of girl who only want money and gifts from Kisaki but noo. He was wrong. You’re the type of girl who’s bratty and teasing outside but inside, you’re a soft, carrying person. The more he knows about you, the more he fell for you.

The first time he seen you cry was when you found out Kisaki was cheating on you with his assistant. You were crying outside of his office door. He can fainting hear that bitch moaning. That day he took you outside to a carnival. He bought you a lot of snacks and play many carnival games with you but in the end, all of it turned to waste when you run into Kisaki arms when he come pick you up from the carnival. You look so happy running up to his arms. He doesn’t deserve someone like you.

Now you’re crying on his sofa, explaining what happened. He listens to you as you wipe your mascara stained tears away as you bash your shitty boyfriend.

As for him, he’s drying your hair from the rain. You had changed into his T-shirt that’s too big for you and his shorts that cover your knee.

“There, there stop crying over that jerk. You’re getting snort all over my shirt.” Hanma said as he ruffles your hair.

“You Jerk.”

“Hey I’m not the Jerk here. Your little boyfriend is.” He said as he sits beside you.

“EX- boyfriend.” You correct him.

Hanma just laugh but deep down he knows you still claim that jerk as your boyfriend after you feel better.

“Right right , now come eat dinner before it gets cold.” You nod as you follow him to the kitchen.

There you feast on the food on the plate hungrily. Hanma talks about his day as you eat. If a stranger walk in, they would think you both are lovers due to the warmness you both share. Hanma wish you both were but no. Your still Kisaki’s in the end of the day. He sighs at the thought of it.

“What’s wrong?” you asks with puffy eyes.

“Nothing just thinking about work.”

“Aww, you shouldn’t stress to much about it. Ik it’s tough but u should relax in your free times.”

“Thx princess, I’ll keep that in mind.” You look up in surprise by the nickname. He only gives you a wink in return.

“Cocky bastard.”

“And what was that?”

“Nothing. Oh can we watch a movie?”

“Yea sure, go turn on the TV. I’ll join you in a min.” He said as he washes the dishes.

“Ok!” You said excitingly and hopped to the living room.

“Cute” Hanma whisper under his breath.

Your favorite show is now casting live on television. It’s called friends. A classic. A few minutes later, Hanma sits beside you comfortably.

“This is new.”

“Wdym new? This is Friends. You don’t know Friends?”

“umm Nope.”

“haa you suck.”

Hanma just scoff at the insult. But not long you start to explain the plot and all the character. Your explaining about your favorite character but he can’t focus.

You put your legs on Hanma’s lap and he’s massaging your foot but he wonders what would it take for him to slowly move his hands up from your feet to your thighs. Would you scream? Push him away and run out of his door. Would you cry? The possibilities are countless, but this excites him even more.

With that he slowly starts to move his hand upward massaging your calf to groping your thigh. You seem to realize his advances. You stop talking and look at Hanma’s eyes when his hand moves to your thighs. His right hand moves slowly, groping the fat of your thigh. You look into his eyes with excitement and lust. He has the same look in his eyes too but more like a child trying to steal a treat from his mom.

Your heart starts to beat fast but not out of fear but lust. You want him to touch more. Not just thighs but everywhere. Every inch of you. The air starts to feel hot and your face feel like burning.

Fuck it

You pull Hanma’s collar and kiss him in a deep and rough kiss. Like the desperate one. Hanma kiss you back too. Both of you feeling desperate and wanting to feel more of each other. You shifted on his lap. Not breaking the kiss. Tongue exploring each other’s and roaming on each other’s. You start to tug his shirt he’s wearing. He took that as a sign and picks you up in a swoop. Like you’re a pillow. He carries you to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.

He drops you on his bed making you go oof. He didn’t take much time to undress as his hands quickly goes back to your body. Undressing you and groping you in the same time.

His wildest fantasies have finally come true. Fucking you, making you scream his name after every orgasm you have. Marking you with hickeys and having your nails scratch his back. Making you cry not out of sadness but out of overstimulation. Hanma make you feel like it’s your first time. Making you feel all his love and craving you. Making you feel so special.

Next morning, Hanma expect to wake up with an empty but much to his surprise. He sees his princess still sleep soundly beside him. So peaceful, so adorable. He was going to take a pic but he was interrupted by loud ringing. He got up and put on a jacket and walks to the door to see Kisaki on his door.

“What a surprise seeing you here.”

“Is Y/N here?’’

“Um yes, After what u did last night of cause she’s here.”

“Can you please call her. Tell her I’m here to take her back home.”

“I’m already home.” You shout at Kisaki.

Wearing Hanma’s shirt. The shirt is loose enough to show all the hickeys that he left last night. You hug Hanma’s side and he smiles back with satisfaction.

“Wdym you’re home? Stop playing with me Y/N. I got things to do.” He said as he pulls you hand towards him but you yank him off.

“I said NO!”

“Y/N!”

“GO BACK TO YOUR BITCH HINA IF YOU MISS HER THAT MUCH!’’ you raise your voice to him. Kisaki’s jaw dropped. His once obedient bitch is now yelling back at him.

“Oh right, I forgot, she chose a rat over your ass.”

“I-“

“Now piss off, I got Hanma beside me. I don’t need your shrimp of a dick.” You said as you turn and leave.

“Y/N wait..” Hanma stop Kisaki from entering making him more pissed.

“I think she’s done with you bro.” Kisaki face is now as red as a tomato.

“I’ll talk about this with you in my office.” He said as he left.

Hanma rolls his eye and close the door. He turns around to smell the smell of fresh toast. He walks into the kitchen to see his lovely Y/N making breakfast for him. How sweet. He hugs her from behind and kiss your neck.

“Want some Breakfast?”

“Yes please.”

(Thank you everyone for reading my fanfic. I hope u all enjoy it. I definitely enjoy roasting kisaki and I expect u to enjoy it too. Love u all and have a nice day 💕🤭🤭✨✨✨)

(Me simping for this magnificent boi💕💕❤✨)

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champgnesny · 3 years

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final part of this series! that’s right i got to any way the wind blows again and ofc finished so thanks to that now we have:

“things i noticed while re reading any way the wind blows!”

btw this might contain spoilers so if u haven’t read it well here’s your warning!

we start off way too sadly, not noticing now but like ouch? let me stop crying for this mfs two seconds cmon.

simon tends to seem numb when his life is mess, but in reality he’s just two more tragic events far from exploding and being done with everything and everyone.

simon believing he doesn’t deserve baz breaks my heart every single time.

baz texts simon at least twenty six times until giving up and telling him he will tell him more when he gets back home.

this lead us to the next point, wherever simon is, that’s where baz considers his home.

it’s sad to think baz can’t talk with his own family about how things are going for him, cause well his life goes around whatever his doing with simon or discovering about vampires, and it’s so relatable it hits near home.

im pretty sure baz dad got something for naming his child with uncommon names, ej basilton and sophronia (like pls?) and then gets annoyed when people gives them nicknames to shorten their names to baz or soph lol.

baz it’s an incredible brother, it softens my heart seeing him sing to the baby, or comforting his sisters i swear.

when penny told baz that simon moved out and didn’t want to be found, baz stopped himself from thinking he hated him cause he knows he he would do everything for simon.

it’s always mentioned how it’s almost impossible to hide from someone you love, and it makes sense that simon doesn’t realize it when baz appears at his door, but it would have been cute to see him connect the dots later.

simon believes he was meant to find baz, that they were meant to find each other in all of their lifes, but mentions how this one isn’t the one he stays with him, and yes, you guessed, i cried.

i think most of you don’t realize how much does simon loves baz, yes, he was breaking up with baz cause he couldn’t keep up anymore but he also mentions how he was not going to be the reason baz couldn’t find something better and letting go is one of the hardest things someone can do, more when you are madly in love.

when they are arguing baz tells simon to use his words, and simon immediately goes like “that’s my boy” i cried five minutes straight to that line.

baz being desperate to get a reaction from simon shows how he would prefer having simon screaming at him, fighting, hitting each other than having nothing from him and it hurts me.

“ive been reliving all of it, our whole story, every night i stayed awake to watch him fall asleep, every time i threw a punch just to touch his face” was there any point on me putting this after what i said? no, but i want you to be hurt as much as i am, it’s lovely isn’t it people?

i feel like everyone eventually gives up on baz and he’s so used to it, but then having the person you love giving up on you too is just- no, and simon knows it cause he has been there so i think that’s also part of why he re evaluates the situation and decided to fight for him.

i like how baz didn’t forgive simon just cause he showed up at his door and how for the first time, he forced simon to express himself and tell him what he wanted while he also told simon about his own feelings and the things that hurt him.

baz being embarrassed for having rat blood is funny, but then simon cleans his lip and licks the blood from his fingers like- them.

i like how baz comforts simon but also lets him know what he’s doing wrong or what is hurting him, an open communication king.

the whole butter thing was absolutely lovely they are so cute i can’t. 💞💞💞

fiona is always teasing baz about everything it’s so fucking funny i love her.

them joking around and being the lovely happy couple they deserve to be warms my heart.

simon cuddling baz either with his arms, wings, both makes me so happy, cause i feel like even in his sleep he’s kind of protecting him bye.

simon having a thing for the way baz smells can be seen since the first book but this time he went absolutely feral about it and i love it.

it worries me a little bit the way simon bites baz like he bites him so hard pls but also it’s so pure and i cant with this two, they’re gonna be the end of me i swear to god.

"id drain you fucking dry baz, and it still wouldnt be enough” good thing baz is in bed cause if he wasn’t i am pretty sure his legs would had gone so week he would have fell, thank you.

we got lots of them being horny asf but everything felt so intimate and real and honest even then i was crying, i love this book.

as much as the violent thoughts but i love you thoughts are from baz, simon is currently going through it in page one hundred twenty three lol.

simon telling baz how he never really tried exposing him for being a vampire and baz asking him “have you ever made an effort in me?” sent me i am so so sorry.

page one hundred twenty five and we can already see how simon has a blood kink, amazing.

simon really suggested telling penny to find a way to get baz to drink his blood without turning him or drinking too much pls.

i just know baz let simon look at him while he was drinking the rats blood cause simon accidentally slipped in his ranting that he felt like being “bigger” so he could hold his feelings for baz… istg if baz isn’t marrying him soon, i will.

“fuck you snow” “someday perhaps, ive been told there’s hope” simon please. 😭😭😭

yes simon laughs, but when he’s with baz he tends to giggle, that’s so cute goodbye.

i love how them hunting rats ended up being a date, god bless snowbaz happiness.

simon dislikes the thought of baz going to war.

simon wanting to kiss baz full of rat blood is the most romantic thing i have ever seen and call me crazy but it’s absolutely lovely thank you.

agatha and niamh are the duo, disrespect them and i will jump at your throat in not a good way.

the way agatha rants about niamh tights it’s kind of funny, like she’s really into it and when she talked about boys she was like “that’s hot right?” like if she was waiting for someone to tell her it was so she could proceed please.

couples who take care of goats together, stay together me thinks.

agatha is way more powerful than she thinks she is, she literally invented a spell for goats in less than five seconds and it worked like cmon.

penny’s second name is leigh, fits her perfectly if you ask me.

penny is incredibly alike to her mother i don’t know how doesn’t she see it like i guess she will have to wait a few years to realize but her mother it’s definitely who she is about to become.

baz cousin, dev is into agatha and likes to rant about her idk why that’s funny but it is.

also i imagine simon face when he heard baz saying “took a break from sucking cock” and i just start laughing, please someone draw it out.

baz ranting about his family story and simon being actually fully interested on it makes my heart soft cause baz thought he wouldn’t care about it, stopping himself from continuing.

simon finding out baz is italian is one of my favorite things from this book, that’s it.

okay this way too long, continuing this in part two lmaooo.

#any way the wind blows #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #agatha wellbelove #niahm #penny bunce #shepard love #carry on

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