#[ hachi my beloved.....

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You've Maid My Day

Cactus/Rose, allergies, M/M, ~1.5k

After a long week of work, Cactus has a surprise for Rose.

“Rose, check it out! Tada!!”

Stood proudly in front of his work, a currently dress-clad Cactus motioned at the completely clean living room. Sweat was dripping down his forehead from the effort, though he did not care in the slightest. 

“What- what is this, Cactus? Did you do the spring cleaning?” Rose stared on in awe, hanging up his coat quickly and jogging into the flat proper.

Cactus laughed, a wide and sharp grin gracing his features, “Sure did! Weather was nice, you were at work, I had the day off… The perfect storm!”

Rose was stunned, unable to stop staring at his boyfriend’s handiwork.

“You did all of it…? You didn’t have to do that! I could have helped!”

The shorter man shook his head with a smirk.

“I only got the one maid dress.”

The florist finally paid full attention to Cactus, taking in his figure. He wasn’t sure whether to blush, laugh, or both. It fit him surprisingly well! Showed off his legs, his arms, and the cute patches of vitiligo on them that he didn’t often get to see. Ooh, his neck, too, if he peeked past the frilly choker.

“I suppose you’re not wrong.” He smiled, leaning in and giving him a soft kiss, lips barely grazing, “But to do all this by yourself… You do too much for me. You’re adorable.”

“H-Hehe… You have no idea how much of a pain-in-the-ass it was! I mean, it was my own fault, check out what I used!” Cactus giggled, pulling out from behind him his chosen instrument, wielding it with the pride of a kid who just found a big stick.

An almost cartoonish feather duster. Rose’s nose scrunched up just seeing it. He did the whole place with that? God- he could see the dust clouding off it with each movement.

“W-Why?” He sniffed reflexively, regretting his action immediately as the itch in his nose started to blossom, “Why not use a… I don’t know, a damp cloth? A regular duster?” Oh god, his eyes were starting to itch.

“Huh? I mean, this is like… It’s the image, y’know? Even if nobody was here ta see it, I gotta commit. It’s pretty cute, right?” 

Rose snorted, his laughter only serving to make him breathe in more irritants, “Oh my god, you… Haha! That’s typical of you, I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything elhhh-!”

Cactus blinked. He broke out of his excited haze and paid attention to how Rose was looking. That hitch sounded needy, almost desperate. His eyes were starting to look glassy and twitchy, and irritated tears began swelling. His nose looked just as tickly as Rose hitched, and hitched, and… Stopped. Why did he stop? Wouldn’t it feel better to let himself sneeze?

‘I can’t… Not while he’s watching me like that… He worked so hard, and for what? For me to have a stupid bloody allergy attack?’

“You okay? You look itchy, did something happen? Don’t tell me you walked home through the dog park again…”

“Nn… Nuh… No… Not today…” Rose scrubbed at his nose, a harsh sniff accompanying the motion. He realised belatedly that he could have lied, and pinned the blame on literally anything but the soft, fluffy, and dust-filled instrument in his boyfriend’s hand.

Cactus stood on tiptoes and leaned in closer, a large hand cupping Rose’s cheek and their foreheads touching, “Comin’ down with another cold?” 

Shaking his head in a way that didn’t convince Cactus at all, Rose pulled away from him in panic. 

“I’m f-fi-ii-HHhtSH!! IhtSHH! t’shhHiiiu!! Hhah-eh-… Aahe-ttShHiew!! Pt’sshuu-iis-sshiew!! Gghwaah… I’b fide.”

“Yuh huh, yeah, ‘fide’ indeed.” Cactus placed his hands on his hips, the offending item shaking out more dust at being disturbed. 

“Just… Sobethi’g id the air.” Rose sniffled again, annoyed at his body for reacting so quickly to the dust and making a mess of himself. God. Cactus could do so much better than him. He’s so handsome. So manly. So cute. Domestic househusband. Soft and cuddleable. Stupid. Perfect. 

While Rose’s thoughts ran away with him, Cactus looked on in confusion. He was staring again, with that dumb gay smile on his face. Cac never quite understood what Rose saw in him, but it definitely wasn’t what *he* saw in the mirror. Well, he wouldn’t complain! If Rose saw something he liked, who was he to deny that? Cactus decided to do something about Rose’s current predicament, since the florist was distracted. He lifted the feather duster to his boyfriend’s face and waved it gently under his freckled nose, watching the soft barbs brush pinkened nostrils and dust waft up in plumes.

“G-Ggh-aagh!! C-Cactus, what are you doing?!” Rose smashed a cupped hand over his nose, though it was far too late. 

“I’m helpin’. You looked real tickly.”

“H-Helping? It’s that thing that’s made this happen in the first place!!” He shrieked, “Ah- oops.” 

Rose turned beet red, a second hand coming up to cover a cheek. He didn’t mean to snap, nor did he mean to admit the course of his nasal troubles. He just… He got so embarrassed when sneezing in front of him.

Cactus gave him a smirk, pulling the feather duster away.

“Ohhh, I get it. I forget that you’re allergic to dust sometimes. Hah, my bad! You know, though? It’s pretty cute. Your face under here…” He pulled at Rose’s hands, prying them from his face to reveal a running, twitchy nose, “Your expression is way adorable. Hehe, you gotta sneeze real bad, dontcha? Remember what I taught you?”

‘Remember? Remember? What you taught me is engraved in my mind and will never leave, thank you very much!’ Rose could still hardly believe what Cactus had done for him – he’d induced using a pointed tissue right in front of him, just to prove a point about how ‘hard’ a sneeze should be! How did he learn that?! Rose’d nearly died on the spot, fairly sure steam literally rose from his head from how much he was blushing at the time.

That, and now this? Cactus had never said it outright, and he wouldn’t be able to pull an admission from Rose’s dead corpse, but… Surely, this meant something? He knew about his… Affinity? This isn’t the sort of thing a normal person would do for another normal person.

Though, that does assume that they’re both normal.

“C-Cactus, let go. Let me… Let…” Rose struggled, “I h-have to…”

“Then do it.”

Rose’s cheeks burned hot in embarrassment, what made Cac think he could just sneeze? Let them out? On him?!

“N-no, I… I can’t just- i-iih- h-haa-aah-!!” 

“C’moooon, you can do it. I believe in you,” The shorter man didn’t let his hands go, pulling closer while teasing him, “So… You understand what to do, mmm? Take a deep breath in, let your allergies overtake you, let it fill you… All that dust I swept up is bothering you, so it’s time to get it all out.” 

Rose’s eye was twitching, nose scrunching. Even the clear mess dripping down his philtrum was torturing him, and Cactus just. Wouldn’t. Move.

He let out a strangled whimper, allergic tears making his vision swim. It wasn’t long before the intense tickle forced his eyes closed, and the tears fell down his cheeks.

“I… I… Ah–… H-hah… Hhih– C-Caaaac, m-move… I’m g-going… To…”

“Not movin’.” 

Stubborn arse.

“Hh– Iigh– n-no… I… IIghHTt-!! GgsSHh! GGshTTt!!” the attempted stifles sounded pathetic, honestly, even to himself. He heard Cactus laughing; a soft chuckle, and one that made Rose’s cheeks burn bright red.

“Bless you, baby. Come on, I know you got more in ya. You can do it. You don’t gotta hold back just for lil’ old me.”

“Hh-hhaAAah..!! Oh my god, Cac, you’re e-evil…!” Rose whined, glasses even steaming up from how embarrassed he was, “...Nnn… this is… torture.” 

The red-haired man groaned, rolling his eyes. “Your ‘help’ so far h-hhaahs been a touch dubious, to put it lightly. Nngh- I must be positively repulsive right now… Hh-hhaAH!! hHg-GGshHTtchew!! HhagTSHHh!! TTshh-Iishh-SShhiiuu! Hh-iggSSHh! Haah-aasHHEW!! Ghhwaaah, oh my godddd… hhpTtshUu!!”

Cactus grinned, looking up devilishly. He leaned slightly closer, a playful lilt in his voice, “What, need more help?”

He was a mess. And Cactus was still holding onto him, a slightly softer smile on his face now.

“Bless you. See? Much easier when you let them out.” the blond let his boyfriend go, rummaged in his nearby hoodie’s pocket for a light purple handkerchief, and pressed it into Rose’s palm.

“You…” the cloth was gratefully taken, then used to blow his nose and clean himself up, “I don’t understand you sometimes. You’re… you’re absurd.”

“Yeah, ‘spected as much. Uh, by the way…”

“Ah, but ya love me.”

“That I do, dear.” Rose performatively raised the hand still clutching the handkerchief, “I’ll need to keep using this for the rest of the night, you know.”

“Mm?”

“How do you clean a feather duster?”

“Wh– t-take it outside!!!”

[t-u-i-t-c]

Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger

Iroki's Rebellion

[knifesycthe]

[mcwoomy]

from the earth i rise and to the earth i one day will return

so how about those coroika side order teases huh

[binksbrew]

On the topic of hachi though and bc i was infodumping to a friend ab it earlier its stl absolutely wild to me they just obliterated him from the live action considering his importance in the plot in sabaody and fishman island in relations to nami but also the whole Everything banned from the plot for his whimsical swag fr

[cosmicrhetoric]

literally yaay opla little garden confirmed <333 now that ive seen the series finding out who/what they're gonna cut from the anime is so fascinating to me. like yay Mr. 3 but considering the lack of jango last season i could see them cutting the guy with the explosive boogers for time. i do think that everyone on the whole planet is like 🔎🔎🔎 zoomed in LOCKED tf in for even the slightest mention of the shockingly universally beloved character of all time BON CLAY rn though

[tumbleweeddesktop]

...I am going to chew glass and drink paint god bless the nebula

[ewdrops]

♡ ♡ ♡

[mushroomjar]

I LOVE THE THEME!!!

THANK YOU THIS SONG SCRATCHES AN ITCH IN MY BRAIN AND I JUST KNEW MY BLOG HAD TO REFLECT THAT FOR HALLOWEEN

[bingus35]

Hachi’s old songs speak to my soul. The eerie dissonance, his strange crude art style, the way everything looks so jittery and alien and frightening. Like bro how the fuck does someone depict this level of mental anguish and loneliness and emptiness………

[theothervonkarmagirl]

“So my mom made Mr. Rengoku take me home every night after she found out demons existed, and it’s been the strangest experience of my entire life.”

“Every time I buy a train bento for Hachi, Mr. Rengoku buys about 10 and eats all of them. And when we get to the Foreigners’ District he says hello to everyone we see, even if they can’t understand him...it’s polite, but, does he feel any embarrassment?”

[mushroomjar]

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Nana and Hachi from Nana standing next to each other. Nana's at the left of the image, taking a step forward, smoking, her right hand on her chest and her left hand seemingly reaching for Hachi's arm. She's wearing a black dress, black fishnet leggings, black boots, a black heart choker, and a long red Vivienne Westwood coat with a black heart on it. Hachi stands to the right, smiling and winking, her hands on her hips and lifting her right leg from the ground. She wears a pink top, pink puffed sleeves, a pink puffy skirt, grey socks, black shoes, a red necklace and white heart-shaped earrings. The background is white. End Image Description]

valentine🍓🖤

[t-u-i-t-c]

🐝🐝🐝

[viridian-vulpes]

My absolute favorite oc ever. And it’s not even close.

[yenyu1s]

black sheep.. rockstar!han se-mi x f!reader written by @yenyu1s ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)

pairing(s) : han se-mi x f!reader contents : fluff/comfort - based off the song, black sheep by metric. se-mi is a flirt, kissing, cute little fic for all my se-mi lovers. synopsis : han se-mi, a soulful vocalist and guitarist of the local band voulez-vous, shares a stage with her closest friends—choi su-bong (stage name thanos) on the drums, nam-gyu on bass, and park min-su on keyboard at their town's beloved tavern. you happened to be one of their biggest fans, your best interest set on the band's guitarist. among the sea of faces, you push through, eager to catch a glimpse of her, to make her notice you. little did you know, in a room overflowing with her devoted followers, her gaze had already found you. wc : 2.46k taglist : @knfthxv @ilovwfurina @saebyeokbliss @jumpedthenfell-13 @room-722 @amorisi @merwdusa @0idk0idc

(a/n) inspired by my fav doomed yuri nana & hachi! reader is basically hachi and misato combined? i hope you guys enjoy! ^-^ i'd recommend listening to black sheep by metric while reading <3 (for more, masterlist)

se-mi looked at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. the vanity light reflected her pasty black eyeshadow, her eyebrows knitted together.

the weight of pre-show nerves pressed on her chest. she needed to clear her head, to escape the swirling thoughts of her ex-girlfriend who had just walked out on her, right before she was supposed to take the stage.

"i've never even loved you anyways."

her voice lingered in se-mi's mind, mocking her, degrading her.

however, she didn't feel sad or angry.. not even disappointed. she just felt.. off.

if she were to be honest, the relationship was nothing but suffocating.

she had once thought being with someone would be fulfilling, but every moment with her ex had only made her feel more alone.

her breath came raggedly, erratic, as though it couldn’t find a rhythm of its own.

she reached for her cigarette case, putting a cig in between her lips, flicking open her cherry red zippo, cupping it slowly to shield it from the room's embarrassingly weak air conditioner.

click!

the tip of her cigarette glowed ember-red, crackling softly as she took a slow drag. the air went thick in the dressing room.

just as she was about to exhale the smoke out of her lungs, thanos rudely barged in to the room, making se-mi cough out the smoke that clawed her throat.

"WE'RE ON IN FIVE!" thanos yelled, smiling giddily, shoving his hand into the pockets of his leather jacket before skipping around the room in circles, as if nothing was amiss.

se-mi furrowed her eyebrows at the scene unfolding. "are you.."

"are you high!?" she interrogated, her voice going an octave higher.

"nope!" the purple hair assured, popping the 'p' with flair before twirling back out the door. "now lets goooou!"

se-mi rolled her eyes. useless. she thought.

this is going to be a long night.

the tavern pulsed with life, thick with the scent of beer, sweat, and something electric that buzzed beneath the surface—anticipation, excitement, the kind of feverish energy that only came alive when voulez-vous was on stage. a staple of the town’s nightlife, their music echoed in the hearts of those who packed into this dimly lit space night after night.

you had been here before, countless times, a face lost in a sea of voices screaming her name. all you wished for, was for her to notice you.

tired from fading into the background, you devised your plan—push your way to the front row.

before the show started, your eyes observed the tight room filled with fans from all over the region.

your grip on the souvenir you’d bought for se-mi kept you grounded as you made your way through.

the rusty metal stairs creaked under your ankle boots, just the staircase alone was holding about 20 people on it.

pushing through the bodies, the heat of the crowd pressing in from every side, you fought your way closer. nothing could stop you now.

the lights dim as you were nearing the front row.

your eyes were glued to the stage as the band entered. you mindlessly shoved gently on the people in your way, earning a few stares and 'hey watch it!"'s in the process.

you didn't care.. you were determined, adrenaline rushing throughout your body. you were so close.

you reached the front, finally, breathless, gripping the edge of the stage as she struck the first chord. the sound hung in the air, suspended in time.

you felt the breath in your lungs get knocked out when the stage lights flickered on, illuminating the band with a golden haze.

the crowd surged around you, restless, as they scream their names. fan girls squealing and reaching their hands out.

you'd usually do the same thing, but you took your time admiring the crew.

the bass rumbled through the wooden floors beneath your feet, nam-gyu’s steady rhythm syncing with the pounding in your chest. thanos was a storm behind his drum, every beat hitting just right. min-su's fingers delicately danced around the keys, his melodies weaving through the chaos like fireflies in the dark.

and se-mi

oh, se-mi.

she was a vision—the way her raven hair clung to her forehead, the way she parts her lips uttering every single ounce of herself into the music. her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

the way her fingers blurred over the strings, a raw, soulful melody spilling from the amp.

se-mi gripped the mic stand like it was a lifeline, her voice threading the set like a siren's call.

oh boy, were you hooked.

you stood there entranced, eyes wide, mouth agape before you realized you’d been staring for far too long and missed the chance to immerse yourself in the song, to join the crowd in their chorus of screams and chants.

your eyes were stuck on the short haired vocalist. her strong aura pulling you in. your heart thrumming to the rhythm of her performance.

as the song nears its end, se-mi's gaze lifted.

guitar still slung over her shoulder, her slender fingers curled around the neck of it as she strummed, she saw you.

in a sea full of people, her gaze found yours.

not to her band members, not to the crowd chanting her name,

yours.

you were dancing and swaying to the rhythm of the music, your hair spilling over your shoulders.

se-mi's breath caught in her throat. she was drooling over the fact how even when you were wedged between strangers.. you still looked effortlessly pretty.

something about you drew her in.

for a fleeting moment, everything else fell away—the weight of her ex, the chaos of the night—and she was left with nothing but the sight of you.

a shiver ran down your spine as you realized she was looking directly at you. time slowed, the world fading to nothing as her gaze locked onto yours.

the air shifted, charged with something unspoken.

se-mi faltered for just a second, missing an unnoticeable note before she regained her composure.

she tried to play it of by tilting her head at you, a knowing smirk played on her face as the first song ended.

coming here was worth it. you thought.

she sang directly to you, her sultry, low voice wrapped around you like a secret, a melody that was meant for no one else.

your pulse stuttered as she leaned in closer to the mic, her eyes still bore on you.

the crowd roared, oblivious to the little interaction you and se-mi had.

you've never felt more seen.

other women's hands reached for her, their high-pitched voice screamed her name. but it didn't matter..

not when she was looking at you with those eyes.

you didn't know what it meant, if it was real or not. or maybe it's just what rockstars are used to—captivating hearts with merely a glance. the final note hung in the air, vibrating through the floorboards before dissolving into the roar of applause.

the crowd erupted, voices screaming, hands clapping, bodies pressing toward the stage in a desperate attempt to hold onto the magic for just a little longer.

se-mi stood at the center of it all, radiant, flushed, her chest rising and falling as she smiled lazily.

she loved the adoration, the chaos, the thrill of hearing people scream her name. but there was something that made her unable to fully relish in satisfaction.

the band bowed, thanked the audience, and then the stage lights dimmed.

se-mi's band started leaving the stage, but she stayed behind to scan the crowd.

she was looking for you.

the venue buzzed with energy, conversations colliding in an explosion of post-show adrenaline.

nothing.

no signs of you.

no signs of your face anywhere.

you took a deep breath when you stepped out of the venue. the cold air hitting your face, piles of snow littered the ground below you. you stood beside the entrance as waves of people walked out, daydreaming.

you were definitely satisfied by the band's performance today and you were specifically thrilled by se-mi's silent flirting.

after she took notice of you, she'd leave quiet glances towards you in between notes, what seemed to be her winking and gazing at the crowd felt directed to you.

a content smile painted your face as you tightened your plaid scarf around you.

the same grin faltered seconds after you realized you didn't get a chance to give se-mi your gift. the gift bag still hung heavy in your hands.

you sigh and pouted in disappointment as you opened the gift bag. revealing a black and white knitted scarf with se-mi's name on it and a hand-crafted flower you made, its petals made out of maroon guitar picks.

"ah~ that's too bad.." you sighed, muttering to yourself.

"hm? what's wrong?"

you froze on the spot, breath hitching. you felt the weightless snowflakes starting to pull you down as they pile up on top of your head.

se-mi’s voice.

her tall, slender figure appeared, standing inches from you, her tousled hair framed by the glow of the streetlights. the rest of the band followed her, but she was focused on you.

"s-se-mi?" you stuttered. face turning red at the sight of the raven haired girl, her hair slightly tousled, her guitar case handing behind her. the other bandmates followed her behind inquisitively.

"are these for me?" she smiled mischieviously, her fingers brushed yours as she handled the cute pink vivienne westwood gift bag.

she unraveled the scarf with her name printed across it, her gasp was soft and genuine. "wow, you outdid yourself, pretty girl.." her laugh airy, reaching into the bag to twirl the guitar pick rose, her calloused hands caressing the maroon petals. "did you make this by yourself?"

you nodded slowly. your eyes still glued to her in disbelief. could this really be happening?

se-mi pretended to take a whiff of the flower, sighing. "mm.. aren't you talented?"

your legs weakened.

"se-mi.. i can't believe its you..!" you covered your mouth, trying to suppress your bewildered expression.

se-mi bit on her lip in amusement, her eyes never leaving yours as you rambled on.

"i'm your biggest fan, always have been since your debut! i.. i even got piercings to match you!" you stuttered in awe at the short haired girl in front of you. your confidence faltering as se-mi kept a prolonged eye contact.

se-mi did take notice of your angel fangs in the stage's lighting, the silver metal twinkled in the sea of dim lighting, and she sure loved how cute you were matching her snake bites.

this interaction caught the attention of passerbys and people who had attended the concert, more of them started crowding around you both and whispers turning into squeals as se-mi’s fans noticed her presence.

"thank you doll, i appreciate your support." se-mi whispered sweetly. taking your polished hands in hers and kissing it. sending a bolt of electricity through your veins.

you felt your heart stop as a chorus of excited squeals filled the air.

but se-mi… se-mi didn’t seem to care.

the rest of the band stood to the side, used to se-mi's affect she has on girls.

"how does she get more girls than me? i don't get it!" nam-gyu complained, scratching the back of his neck.

thanos agreed whole-heartedly, patting nam-gyu's back. "girls these days bro.."

"could you please.." you started, quickly getting distracted to scour your purse for the band's first album's cd, and a black marker "..sign these..?"

"anything for you, pretty." se-mi curled her lips into a grin.

you felt your knees buckle. your arms felt like jelly as you offered her your cd and pen. your fingers grazing together a second too long.

se-mi started scribbling on the cd, longer than you anticipated. you couldn't believe the person you admire the most was standing there in front of you, blatantly flirting with you.

"and what's your name doll?" se-mi stepped an inch closer, enough to close the distance, the faint scent of cologne and sweat clinging to her skin.

her voice was low, and it sent your pulse into an overdrive.

your heart was beating ten times faster now, you gave her your name and she gave you a toothy grin in satisfaction.

"ah, what did i do to deserve such a pretty girl at my show today?" se-mi laughed softly at your shy demeanor, tilting her head to the side, handing you your signed cd back.

you screamed internally. half of your red face was now hidden by the cd that you held close to your face.

"se-mi we've got to catch the bus now. hurry on," thanos reminded the raven haired girl. the rest of the band started retreating to the back of the venue where the oversized bus was parked in.

your bright, refreshed face quickly simmered down at the realization that you'd never get to interact with se-mi like this again. and she saw the change in your expression and she knows it shouldn't've, but it hurt her.

she turned back to you, eyes lingering.

"don't be hesitant to text me yeah, pretty? i'd like to get to know you more." se-mi winked.

your face scrunched in confusion as you divert your attention back to the signed cd, her number was written on it with a heart doodled on the side.

your face lit up once more, sparkling with energy. your heart raced at the fact that you've just got se-mi's number.

"thank you, se-mi.." you stammered, fidgeting with the cd case.

"the pleasure's all mine doll." se-mi smiled gently at you, taking in your warm presence. "will i meet you again at my next concert?"

you nodded enthusiastically now, gaining more confidence. "yeah, i'll be there!"

se-mi couldn't keep the smile off her face even after she had turn her back away from you, but she felt the need to make the moment last longer.

she impulsively turned back to you to lean down and sneak a light kiss on your sweet lips. her touch soft, sweet, and full of promise, before retreating next to her band members. looking back at you for the last time with a wink!

this most definitely created an uproar at the crowd that was circling you both. but you drowned out their screaming, instead focusing on the sound of your own heartbeat.

the ghost of her lips lingered on yours, you lifted your fingers to graze your bottom lip. the taste of her beer flavored lips still present on your cherry tasting one.

you went home that day screaming into your pillow, body weak, wondering if you should text her.

you missed her already!

[ale707]

HAPPY BDAY TO MY BELOVED HACHI🥹🌸🌷🩷