#‘taka is a pain in my ass’ ARE YOU SURE??

[my-blooming-darling]

EVERYONE SCREAM WITH ME

YUZUHA HAS GRACED OUR SCREENS

[sh1nch1r0]

𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙

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Mitsuya x Reader

After Mitsuya fought against Taiju he was wounded badly,his face hurt like hell.He did that to protect Yuzuha.......

TW:Angst,Fluff,Blood,Confession,a bit jealosy

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Your Doorbell rang,it was Christmas and almost midnight.U wonderd who could it be.

As u opened the Door u saw Hakkai supporting Mitsuya,behind them was his little sister.Takas face was bloddy and his upper body was coverd in blood and stains.

“Taka what happend....... ”u were shooked.Mitsuya was in a gang but he was a decent fighter he told u so,but seeing him like that so bruised and beaten up was shooking to you.

“He wanted to come here,he protested to let us bring him Home ” Hakkai said to you.

“Mana and...Luna...they...are ” Hakkai stopped him from speaking more and he guided him into your home.

You supported him with ur shoulder and before you could close the door,Yuzuha thanked him for protecting her and her Brother.

U then closed the door and brought him into your Living Room and sat him down on your Couch and gave him a glass of water.

“So u protected the Shibas hmm... ”u said as us at down beside him.

He just nodded and took a sip of the Water you gave him.

“You and her would make a good couple ” u say and he just looked at you with an expression u could not read in his eyes.

“Anyway lets patch u up and then you take your ass Home,Luna and Mana are surely waiting for you ” with these words u stood up and got the first aid kit.Mitsuya was sitting on the floor when u came in u kneeled down to him and started cleaning his wounds.He hissed as the alkohol touched his open wound.

“Sorry... ” u whisper and stop for a second for the pain to die down after a couple of seconds u went back to patching him up.

“What you said....about Yuzuha and me... ” he hisses as you put on a Bandage near his Chest.

“ Yes what about it” u say.

“She and me are only friends...there are no romantic feelings for her ” he says.And you just gave him a judging glance.

“But u protect her,u only protect people whou you love ”you say as u finished up with Mitsuyas Wounds.

“Her older brother beats her she needs someone to protect her” he tells u and sits down on the Sofa again.

“See you like herrrrrr ” u shout from the Bath Room as u put the first aid kit back into the Cabinet again.U looked into the mirror and saw him standing behind you.

“You are jealous arent you ” he says in a disguted kinda way.

And you look at him in the mirror his look was intense and after a while you looked away.

“ Answere me” he almost shouts.

“U are jealous cause i protected a friend she was a victim of Abuse from her brother,she sufferd all those years i needed to protect her..... its what a brother sould do”he says u could hear his frustraition in his voice.

“U should leave Taka,celebrate Christmas with ur sisters thats what a brother does now get home and... STOP SHOUTING AT ME OKAY ” Taka was taken back when you shouted at him,sometimes your insecurities and your self dout got the best of you and then u started to get jealous.U loved Taka u still do,but as u confessed ur feeling for him a Month ago and he told u that you should stop and that he did not feel the same thats when ur whole self pity was taken to the next level.U were not pretty,not skinny,not perfect enough for him u knew that y ourself but every time u looked at him the wound in youre Heart was getting bigger.

„No i will not go until solve this together“he says

U face him and look into his eyes.

„Mitsuya I love u I fucking Love u and i confessed my feelings for u and u rejected me ,which is your decision.But i can not let u out of my life i love u too much for that,i don’t think i can ever live somebody else..i…“ the last words were cut off by a sob by you.U wanted to turn around so that he does not see ur face while crying but he was pulling u into a hug.

„I rejected you cause i think u deserve someone who is both in a criminal gang that fights and shit,u deserve a good man who is not involved in something like that.I love u and i….shit i really fucking live u i would rott in the deepest pit of hell for you but i can’t love u cause i can not give j what u deserve….“Taka says in a calm tone.

„Taka…I…no there is no one better for me than you..u are one and only“ you whisper and look up into his lavender eyes.

„And u are my one and only but if something goes south with the gang and u would die from that ore someone would murder u i could never ever life with myself again…please stop loving me…the tought of u dying cause of me breaks me from the inside“ he says still in a calm tone.

U pulled him closer and he broke down im tears,his face was buried i your neck and you could feel his wet tears.

„Hey…everything is alright Taka“ u say and rub his back.

„No…i hurt u i hurt the person that i love…“his voice sounded hurt.

„No,now i know u did that to protect me and…thats kind of cute you know.But u dont have to protect me i can do that myself.“u say and pull him a bit away from u so you could see his face.

His eyes were red and his face was a bit puffy,not only because of his injuries also cause of his tears.

„Taka…i love u you and that u are in a gang does not change that and that somebody will hurt me doesn’t either…nothing could change my feel…“ his lips were on yours and u could bot finish your sentence.He pulled u closer to him and his lips were still against yours.

„Please…forgive me“he mouths against ur lips and u break the kiss to say that u could bot be angry at him even if u wanted.

„I guess i overthink too much hmm.“he says and pulls up back into him

„I love u Baby,ur mine now and as long as u are mine nobody will hurt you“ and with that his lips are on yours again,the kiss was a lot more passionate.

Seems like he also has to explain when he comes home.

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[avenger-hawk]

What do you think of S@suke's the Last design? (tattered poncho, clothes) I remember seeing a certain *fandom* having a massive meltdown over it claiming that it is OOC for Sas to "dress like a homeless" due to his prideful personality + because he should have some money since he is the last uchiha heir. Would love to hear your thoughts on whether it's OOC or IC? Do you like the design/indifferent/dislike?

Luckily I don’t follow fandom trends and discussions...I think that kishi, like most authors of stories set in a universe different from ours, didn’t think about details like how much money characters own. It’s fans who examine everything including this. It can be entertaining, or it can be boring af depending on how the subject is written. I can already imagine some long ass essay style thing written by fake woke fans who will also analyse Konoha’s economic system as if they’re writing their final thesis at university, only to start sh*t at those who enjoy the story without demanding a system reform at every chapter they read, since it’s a fictional world with flaws that are never going to be fixed because it’s how that world goes.

I did write some money related thoughts here but they’re about Team Taka Sasuke.

Since Sasuke left the village becoming a rogue with a death sentence upon his head, it’s safe to assume he didn’t have access to Uchiha money, and since Pain destroyed the village idk if the Uchiha compound was rebuilt, but anyway a destroyed compound means destroyed things, even valuables, and we don’t see banks or whateveve place money can be stored. And lol I am not exactly interested in imagining this. I imagine there is some Uchiha money/valuable stuff in Konoha’s custody, and if he goes back to the village he’ll be able to retrieve them.

But I don’t even care about imagining him putting those things in a shitty marriage written to have a new generation.

Back to The Last, first of all movies have to give new content, including a new look to characters, something new and easily recognizable. I don’t remember but it came out before the ending, sure before Shinden (where Sas is so stylish) so it has this tattered pants poncho and necklaces wearing Sasuke who is kind of cute and interesting imo, except for tattered pants.

My out of universe explanation is that authors wanted to give Sas an extreme traveller “Into The Wild” vibe.

My in universe explanation is that during his long atonement trip, at some moment he arrived in some place without ppl, or without ppl selling clothes or sewing tools. So he just went on with what he had.

Or maybe he ran out of money, after all he didn’t look like he had much money when he left Konoha after being imprisoned, sealed, blindfolded and tamed into submission for who knows how long.

(canon fans don’t interact. you’ll be blocked anyway)

[sukunasbabymama]

Fake love.

⌗ Summary: Their reaction on a person talking shit behind your back.

⌗ Pairing: Manjiro Sano (Mikey), Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Baji Keisuke, Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba, Nahoya Kawata (Smiley), Souya Kawata (Angry), Yasuhiro Muto (Mucho).

⌗ Warnings: Cursing, violence.

⌗ A/N: Dem cringey ass insults lmao, sorry for that.

Request.

Manjiro Sano Mikey.

Would expose the person before they even finish talking all that shit behind your back, yup.

There’s no “Let’s wait for her and see what she says”

No.

He would call them out right there and then.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to talk about a girl behind her back and in front of HER man?”

If it’s a member of the gang I can see him making them apologize and then kicking them out of the gang.

If it’s a founder or a captain he wouldn’t get that physical but still would get his point across one way or another. Would forbid them of going to meetings maybe.

Ken Ryuguji Draken.

The person is dumb, that’s my only explanation.

First of all, why would you talk bad about someone in front of this unbothered king?

Second of all, HIS GIRL? HIS GIRL?!

He would get physical, no doubt.

And before y’all try to come for me lemme remind y’all real quick that he used a bunch of guys as a fucking rug.

And he would be disrespectful about it too. I mean, they didn’t respect his girl, why would he respect them?

He would bitch slap them YESSIR.

Gripping their collar while slapping them for a good minute. The humiliation of getting all those slaps from this giant pls.

“Next time you want to talk behind someone’s back, make sure it’s not my damn woman.”

Baji Keisuke.

Really? The personification of menace?

Physical, all kinds of physical.

Would slap them, punch them right into the diaphragm and give them a sadistic smile when they’re on the floor coughing, trying to find the will to breathe.

Would punch them but not in the jaw in order to not knock them out just yet.

“I’m going to show you why this is the first and last time you’re gonna have my woman’s name on your dirty mouth.”

Wouldn’t tell you about it, but wouldn’t let you talk with the person.

Even though I doubt the person would want to talk to you at all.

Chifuyu Matsuno.

My boy right here would beat the shit out of them as soon as a “that bitch Y/N…” is coming out of their mouth.

Unlike Baji that would make them feel some pain, Chifuyu would just knock them out.

But he would tell you.

“Remember that guy that used to ask you for homework?”

“Yup, what about him?”

“I knocked him out earlier.”

“WHAT? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT CHIFUYU MATSUNO?”

“He tried to talk shit behind your back, didn’t let him even finish,” He shrugs.

“Thanks, Fuyu.”

“It’s okay baby,” He would give you the soft smile he reserved for his loved ones.

Mitsuya Takashi.

I’m sorry y’all but I think this man would get a little physical too.

Let’s not forget that: 1. He IS a gang member, and 2. He believes in violence to PROTECT his loved ones.

Whooping someone who dares to talk shit about you is protecting you… right?

But he wouldn’t knock them out or make them suffer like the other two.

I think he would’ve the same reaction as Draken, with the detail that he would tell you or show you.

“Babe! C’mere for a second!” When you get closer you see him gripping this guy’s collar.

“Taka, the fuck?”

“Say it,” He says calmly and gives an embarrassing slap to the guy.

“I-Im sorr—” Another slap.

“Nah, tell her why and then apologize,”

“I said that you’re always trying to get everybody’s attention like a pick me girl and that’s not true, I apologize,” You give him a disgusted face and nod.

“Out of our sight,” Mitsuya says, letting him go.

Hakkai Shiba.

Hakkai is shy, yes.

But Hakkai is mfckin strong, okay? Okay.

When he wants violence he’s a menace.

Y’all saw how he punched that guy the day he met Takemichi? My man is about that life if he wants to.

So, as soon as he hears another member trying to talk shit about his girl? The only girl besides Yuzuha that he can talk to? He wants all the smoke.

Would knock them out too, before even letting them finish or telling you or nothing. He’s just mad as hell that his baby is getting disrespected.

“She doesn’t look like fucking nothing, motherfucker, she looks like she’s gorgeous. That’s it.”

Nahota Kawata Smiley.

Nah when I tell you this mf would go so out of his way to humiliate the person.

Because if they tried to talk behind your back it’s because they wanted to humiliate you, right? Right.

He would come up behind this low rank member in silence, letting him talk.

“And she’s so stuck up just because she has the attention of the fourth division captain—“

“I know right? She’s so annoying!” Nahoya says letting out a fake laugh and the guy actually froze in place.

In the blink of an eye, Nayoha grabs him by the neck and drags him to the ladder where Draken shouts all the information in the meetings.

“Everybody listen up!” Nahoya shouts happily, and when he has the attention of everybody he continues. “I’m going to beat this motherfucker to pulp, but first, he’s gonna explain to y’all why and then he’s going to apologize to my woman.”

You, being the girlfriend of your boyfriend duh, just raise your eyebrows, pleased with the way he’s acting on your behalf.

“I’m so sorry Y/N—“ A sudden smack in the back of his head.

“Miss,”

“Miss, I’m so sorry miss, I-I was talking shit behind your back, saying that you were stuck up, I’m sorry,” You nod, turn around and sit beside Souya, watching your boyfriend starting to beat the guy.

“Should have known better,” Souya says and you hum.

“Damn right.”

Souya Kawata Angry.

It’s not gonna get that physical like his brother, but it’s a little TOO MUCH okay with verbal confrontation.

He doesn’t get physical because he doesn’t want to, not because he can’t.

“She’s so damn arrogant, like if you are the girl of the vice-captain at least try to talk to—” A sudden smack on the head in the guy’s head.

“She doesn’t have to entertain your weak ass,” Souya grunts.

“But—“

Oh?

But?

Yup, that’s his signal to get a little talkative.

“Listen here you little bitch, I’m trying not to get violent with you because my girl wouldn’t like that but try to talk one more time about her and I’ll fucking run you over” He says after smacking the back of the head of the guy.

Another one that wouldn’t tell you, since he has control of the situation.

Yasuhiro Muto Mucho.

The mf who’s talking shit behind your back wouldn’t even know you’re Mucho’s partner lmaoo. That’s how lowkey he is.

And he would get physical, AND would give the guy a whole lecture.

Not only they had the audacity to talk about you, but also it’s just stupid shit? Nah.

“Let’s see little boy, I’m going to punch you three times,” Mucho says out of nowhere and the guy is confused. And they're getting attention because while Mucho is a normally silent guy, when he talks everybody listens.

“W-what? C-captain?” Just in that moment you get to their side confused.

“One, in the stomach, for calling her a bitch, two, in the motherfucking nose for being a lame little shit talking behind people’s back, and three, in the jaw to knock you the fuck out…” Mucho gets closer till he’s able to whisper in the guy’s ear. “Because not even the devil itself is allowed to disrespect my woman.”

You chuckle satisfied, not even you are allowed to talk bad about yourself.

🔖: @saturnmitsuya @melaninnntae @milliumizoomi @keimisan @haitanigigi @welkinmoongrab @dai-tsukki-desu @yunho-leeknow ♡︎

[pate-de-rolo]

Castlevania season 3 episode 9 notes

-spoilers!! Also tw for SA in this ep? Idk 16 minutes in Alucard looks very uncomfortable during a seggs scene and I found it kind of triggering.

-Hector eats pussy. A king

-Issac is so badass??

- The Judge can fight!?

- Saint Germain is a bit of a bitch

- Trevor likes cats

- Alucard is not straight or at least very lonely. Probably both.

- Lenore came across lacy underwear in the 1400s, and that’s what I’m most impressed about

-Lenore’s bra is stupid and her shoes and socks match her underwear, maybe it was an impending apocalypse sale? A bogo perhaps?

- the ball of magic slaves is new???

- alucard why are you crying it’s killing the vibe

- sypha is so overpowered I’m obsessed with her

- alucard looks so uncomfy oh I hate it.

- sumi and taka look like they rolled in oil, ew.

-who’s hands are where?! No one knows and I’d hate to find out!

-if anything at least Hector and Lenore have a good time

- taka eats ass you can’t change my mind

- the parallel of Lenore seemingly having all the power and Alucard having no power, both of them in the same position… I’m sure this would mean something if I paid attention in English class

- I imagined taka as slim/like lean muscle toned? Idk I just don’t think he should be built like a brick shithouse.

- I’m still mentally like 3 episodes back where Hector has grey pubes. I think it’s from stress.

- the crowns of thorns were a really great idea esp with Issac cutting it away with his forge knife!

- if it was up to me Issac would have ascended-god status. Like not quiet a full god but just about

- killing the slaves really was a mercy. Like, I’m getting ‘thank you’ and ‘a pain expression mixed with a relief’ vibes

- really not loving that “hey let’s have seggs with someone to get them on my side” thing Lenore has got going on.

- oh Hector and Alucard. I’m so sorry.

- hectors scream :(

- alucards expression when sumi and taka are standing over him is just so sad :(

- “what the fuck is that?” Asked the priest, as though he did not just tear open the raw asshole of Hell with a fucking demon they crucified and let rot in their cellar

- I love the naked lady decor Hell has going on. Really sets the “I’ve missed my wife who was burned alive because I couldn’t protect her” vibe.

- i don’t even consider Dracula a villain at this point. Just an old man that wanted to die. He’s probably pretty happy just chilling in hell with his wife and their naked lady statues

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Thirteen

Pairing: Mitsuya x Fem!Reader Wicked Games Masterlist

"After that night, I continued my job at the club like normal. I couldn't not go. It would have raised even more suspicion with the two of them. But this time, I was being closely monitored."

"I went to Toman meetings like normal, careful with how I chose my words and making sure not to let anything slip."

"Hakkai and I only talked about the club once since that day, but it was only for a brief moment. It was a day I had gone over to his house after a meeting and neither of his siblings were home."

"What guy?" Hakkai asks. "There was a guy back there? Was he part of Toman?"

"Yeah, behind Kisaki," I inform him. "He was hard to see but he was there. I definitely didn't recognize him."

Just then, the front door opens and Hakkai and I look over. When I see Yuzuha appear, my attention is completely stolen and the previous conversation was long gone from my brain. Yuzuha has a pretty smile on her face that pulls me away from whatever I was just talking to Hakkai about.

"Hey guys! I've got a surprise for you!" she sings. "It's something you'll never expect Takashiiii! Don't even bother guessing!"

Hakkai looks over at me with a puzzled look on his face, but my eyes are trained on her. Innocently, I wait to see her surprise could be. I watch so cautiously as she turns around to the door, but when she ushers for someone to come in, my face drops.

"Come on!" she giggles, opening the door a bit wider to let whoever's out there, inside.

My lips curl downwards into a bit of a confused frown as a man walks in the room and wraps his arm around Yuzuha's waist.

"Yo, guys, what's up," he nods.

I size the man up right away: Dark skin, black hair, three piercings in his left ear, and small, rectangular glasses.

Yuzuha's smile widens from ear to ear. "Guys, this is my new boyfriend... Chikao!"

Hakkai's blown away, but at least he has the decency to greet the man. "Sup," he waves.

As for me, I'm too shocked to even move.

"Come on, baby," Chikao hums as he tugs Yuzuha closer to his side. "Let's go upstairs."

"Okay," she giggles, "Bye!"

Only when they leave the room and make it up the stairs can I move my head to face my blue-haired friend.

"What the hell was that?" I whisper.

"I dunno," he shrugs. "I didn't even know my sister was seeing someone!"

"Well, uh..." I smile awkwardly as I scratch the back of my neck. "I oughta get going..."

At the same time, the two of us stand up, but Hakkai blocks my pathway to the door. "Are you alright, Taka-chan?"

"Yeah, it's not a big deal," I nod. "I'll see you later."

"You going to the club tonight?" he asks in barely a whisper.

"Yeah," I nod sadly.

"When are you going to quit?! You really should, you know, before something happens!"

"Soon..."

"Later that evening when I got to the club, Hanma approached me."

"How ya feelin' bud?" he asks as he places his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm fine."

"Glad to hear it!" he hums chipperly. "Look, I'd like to have a quick chat with you real quick. You got a sec?"

I'm a bit confused, but agree nonetheless, and allow him to usher me over to the bar. He orders two drinks with a smile, but forces it to quickly fade into something way more serious when he looks over at me.

"This is really not my decision, but I'm gonna have to let you go, Mitsuya," he sighs.

"What the hell? Why?! I've kept my word!" I shout.

"Shhh. You knew this was coming," he groans as though it's a pain in the ass to explain this to me. "It's obviously because of the Hakkai situation."

"But I didn't do anything?!"

"It's not that Kisaki doesn't trust you won't say anything, but he just doesn't want you around all the time anymore. It's just safer that way. What if you get followed? Of course you can come when you like, but you don't have an obligation to come every night now."

I ball my hands into fists; I'm so close to punching that asshole out.

"You sure you're alright? You really don't look so hot," Hanma then adds, just trying to add fuel to my fire.

"You just fired me! What the hell were you expecting me to look like? Like I'm happy?" I retort.

I scoff as I stand up, looking to leave, but Hanma grabs my hand and prevents me from moving away too quickly.

"You better not say anything again, Mitsuya," he warns through dark, narrowing eyes.

"Whatever," I groan as I pull away roughly. "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I stayed in there for a while, clearing my head with cold water and making sure I don't fall victim to the other doing drugs in the bathroom. I guess Hanma forgot about me or thought that I left 'cause when I came out, I saw him with his arm around a somewhat familiar girl."

"I didn't think much of it since couldn't put my finger on who the girl was and it wasn't until the next morning that I realized it was you. They didn't want me coming around 'cause they didn't want me to run into you." Wicked Games Masterlist

Taglist: @darkmess0 @wakasa-wifey @plaggi @daiserenade @lunastellanova @sseorin @jinchuriki-hunter

[emiefaunwrites]

Wait wait wait what is this idiot's plan to make Taka like him plz spill?

Heyyyy anon!

Pahahaha I had to actually come up with a decent plan! My original wasn't excellent but I think I've cracked it!

Let's hope Kokichi is successful, huh? Thanks for the ask and I hope you enjoy!!

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• Kokichi honestly thinks his plan is foolproof.

• Who DOESN'T love his loveable ass, after all?

• Taka just doesn't see what a great guy he is - if he can get past his obsession with the rules and Kokichi's love of pranks, then he'll see how great a guy Kokichi really is!

• And so he hatches his plan.

• For it to work, he'll need to recruit a few friends.

• Kaito is the obvious one. Kaito is his best friend and will help him out with all his plans.

• Kaito's boyfriend Shuichi will also work - if KAITO does something, then SHUICHI is sure to follow.

• He wants to ask Leon and Hiro, but they're too close to Taka to work.

• And he needs someone strong.

• Ah. Gonta. Perfect.

• He lets Kaito and Shuichi into the plan and tells Gonta what he needs to do - listen to whatever Kaito says, basically.

• And so the plan is put into motion.

• Taka is approached by Shuichi, who tells him a teacher wants to speak with him about a project - and who is Taka to refuse a teacher's request?

• Heading to the classroom, not really spotting Gonta and Kaito loitering, he steps inside to see no one there.

• Well. No one but Kokichi.

• And before he can turn around and leave, the door slams shut behind him - the looming shadow of Gonta outside holding the door shut.

• No matter how much Taka demands he opens the door, Gonta apologises and says he and Kokichi must make friends!

• OF COURSE! This was all KOKICHI'S rotten plan!

• With a huff, Taka crosses his arms and stands facing the door - refusing to even interact with the other boy in the room.

• Who is TRYING to charm him into talking - and failing hard.

• 'Takaaaaa, don't ignore meeeee! It's meeeeeeean!'

• Silence.

• 'C'moooooooon! I'm not thaaaat baaaaaad!'

• Silence.

• 'Pleeeeeeeeeaase?'

• Silence.

• Well, this really isn't working. But honestly, what did he expect?

• So let's try a different approach.

• 'Why don't you like me?'

• Now THIS gets a response.

• 'You're childish, you're irresponsible, you're out of control, you play horrible tricks on innocent people, you have NO regard for other people's feelings, you...'

• Oh wow okay, the list is quite big - Taka isn't holding back.

• 'Is there ANYTHING you like about me?'

• 'No.'

• 'Ouch, really?'

• Silence once again.

• Okay this plan REALLY isn't working.

• And Kokichi really hasn't got much experience with friends. Sure, he has his group but he IS the leader. They HAVE to like him.

• Kaito was his first REAL friend - outside of D.I.C.E anyway. AND he's the first one he didn't have to lie too much to.

• But he's dealing with the Ultimate Moral Compass, after all. His lies and tricks are never going to appeal to him.

• And he does REALLY want to be friends with him. Leon and Hiro always say how funny he is and they sound like they have the same sense of humour when it all boils down to it.

• 'I really want to be your friend.'

• 'Pfft. Sure.'

• 'I'm not lying this time. Promise.'

• Silence yet again. Sheesh...

• Okay - crazy thought.

• What if...what if he tells the truth? Just this once.

• 'I know I'm a brat. I know I'm annoying. I'm loud, and crazy, and a pain in the butt to everyone. And I lie. Like ALL THE TIME.'

• More silence.

• 'I lie so much because people won't believe me if I tell the truth. And sometimes, I'm not actually lying. I just pretend I am. It's easier to pretend something to save yourself hurting in the end.'

• Taka still doesn't answer - but if Kokichi's eyes weren't trained on the ground, he'd have seen the older boy look over his shoulder and spotting what the truth looks like on Kokichi's face.

• 'I've been hurt a lot. My parents pretend I don't exist. I caught all my school friends would talk about me behind my back. The only ones who cared were D.I.C.E but even then, I'm a leader to them more than a friend.'

• Oooh wow, Kokichi wants to stop this truth stuff. But now the floodgates have opened, he can't stop.

• 'I like pranks and I like lies. They keep me safe. But they make people laugh too. And I like seeing people laugh. Maybe sometimes I forget the other side of lies and pranks because I like the laughs so much. Can you really blame a kid for wanting someone to smile at him?'

• Ah dammit. Why is Taka such a softie? He KNOWS this could all be just another trick but Leon's taught his lots about body language.

• He's SURE that all of this isn't a lie.

• 'I would REALLY like it if we could hang out. With everyone else. So you can see that I'm not so bad and I don't have to be sad when you walk away. Jusy once.'

• 'Fine.'

• Kokichi's face lights up as he bounces over, grabbing Taka's hands and jumping up and down.

• 'REALLY REALLY?'

• 'Yeah fine. Just once.'

• 'YES! You won't regret this. Or maybe you will. I might have been lying the whole time!'

• Kokichi laughs happily at Taka's disapproving frown and knocks on the door to indicate Gonta can let go.

• 'Me and Taka are best friends now!'

• 'I wouldn't say that...'

• 'We're besties!'

• It takes a good while before Taka's blood stops boiling whenever Kokichi turns up and starts lying the whole time.

• But he remembers the innocent, sad boy that spoke to him and starts to find glimmers of genuine happiness and truth in his smiles.

• And eventually, they do become friends.

• Not 'besties'. But friends.

[jjk-biased]

yoongi x reader

requested by @ughtear​ ( Hi! I was just able to see your post and I was wondering if I could request prompt 3+1 (three times he proposes and the one time you say yes) with Yoongi? The idea of it makes me so soft! Also, I’m new at requesting so I don’t know what format is 🥺)

genre: fluff

words: 1.8k of cute stuff!!

synopsis: 3+1 (Three times Yoongi proposes and the one time you say yes)

masterlist | events masterlist

Kindergarten was such a hassle for young Yoongi. Coloring within the lines and connecting the dots were too exhausting and all he wanted was for nap time to come. He should be at home sleeping with his blanket in hand. Hatred for school aside, Yoongi wasn’t very social. He was a shy boy who would rather listen to some tunes even if he didn’t understand the lyrics that well. 

Well, he couldn’t exactly hate school.

There was this girl who always approached him, someone he could say was his friend. During recess, when the noisy kids stumble their way towards the outside, he could be seen sluggishly lagging behind as he talks (well, listens) to this girl in messy pigtails and pink overalls share her entire life story. 

Y/N Y/L/N.

You were a very cheerful kid who, despite the very young age, could easily detect and adapt to people’s attitudes. Unlike the ever-bratty Sohee who cried because Yoongi wasn’t giving her the compliments she wanted about her new Sailor Moon bag from mommy or the annoying Taka who demanded he play heroes with Yoongi, you knew your limits.

Whatever that meant to two toddlers. 

Yoongi liked you the most. You were a fun person to be with. You would let him nap when he wanted to and you always gave him the dog stickers from the prizes you get for being a good kid. You would give him some of your snacks (except for the juice boxes, he knew you loved those so much) and would wait for him when recess starts.

So one day, little Yoongi asked his parents what it meant to like a friend so much and what he should do about it (well of course, he messily relayed his story because he would get off track and tell them about the dog he saw). His dad wanted to poke fun and tell him something he didn’t understand anyway.

“What’s marriage?”

“Well, Yoongi, it’s when you like your friend so much that you want to be friends with them for life!” His dad replied, earning a smack on the head from his mother because that was wrong on many levels. 

“I’m gonna marriage n/n!!” Little Yoongi cheered, or rather grinned but that was already the most he could express before going back to watching his favorite show. 

The next day, without his mother knowing, Yoongi’s father told him to give you flowers if he wanted to “marriage” you. Yoongi giggled as he pocketed the little rose that his dad handed over before skipping to school. 

He liked being friends with you so much that he wanted to “marriage” you. But he wasn’t expecting the news he’d received that day. 

You had to move to Seoul with your father after your parents separated, leaving little Yoongi in Daegu with a crumpled little rose. 

The next time he saw you was in high school. Obviously, you weren’t the messy pigtails and pink overalls n/n anymore but that was the latest memory of you that Yoongi could remember. To see you, nimbly looking at your fingers as the teacher introduced you to the class as the transferee -- it overwhelmed him. A good kind of overwhelming he supposed. 

But with Yoongi being Yoongi, he didn’t want to approach you first. For all he knew, you could’ve forgotten the little Yoongi who usually wore blue shirts and loved dogs. He wanted to approach you, he really does, but with his reputation as one of the quiet basketball players of Daegu High and the possibility of you being questioned by his so-called fans, he couldn’t.

To his surprise, you approached him the same way you did when you were little. With a “Is that you Yoon?” from you and a rare gummy smile from him, the two best friends were once again joined by the hip. 

“I can’t believe Min ‘I hate moving’ Yoongi is a basketball player,” You snorted, staying close to your only friend in your high school as he goes to the gym. 

“Well I can’t believe Y/L/N ‘I’m never taking my pigtails off’ Y/N isn’t wearing pigtails anymore,” Yoongi replied, chuckling a bit at your embarrassment. 

“Sh-Shut up!” 

Your friendship was easily built again, it was stronger even. You didn’t mind the occasional “You’re my love rival but Yoongi will be mine” declarations that you got once a week (surprisingly, more than half of the female population loved the quiet, basket-ball loving types. )

They should see Yoongi in a pet store, you snickered. 

“Hey! Why are you laughing at me?! You think you’re better than me!?” 

Ah right… You forgot… Sohee, you remembered her as the girl who seemed to like Yoongi in kindergarten, was also issuing a “love war” with you for your best friend’s heart. 

“Not really, darling. I just think you’re stupid… But you didn’t hear that from me,” You cackled just as Yoongi arrived to get your ass out of there. 

That morning aside, the school had finally opened their festival. Your class prepared a cafe-like service where everyone cosplayed (you had no say in it) and you were sadly and unwillingly put in a maid costume. Perhaps it was karma for calling Sohee stupid. Yoongi got lucky and was just put in a simple prince costume.

“I don’t think this is fair,” You sighed, tugging at your skirt so it could cover more skin. Yoongi grunted, somehow also unhappy that he had to dress up as some lame ass prince. 

“Stop whining, short-stack. At least your legs are covered. Now let’s go around to check the other booths,” You huffed, dragging a reluctant Yoongi around. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have done that. 

Class 3-A and 3-B somehow agreed to combine their booths. It would’ve been a harmonious unification had their booths been something other than the ones they had: A marriage and a jail booth. 

The little shits changed their rules and made it into something you thought was so funny. Some idiots from 3-B would “jail” and handcuff you to some poor victim that would also get caught and from there, you had two choices: pay 5,000 won to be set free or get married for only 500won. It was genius and you would’ve made a lot of moola because you’re also a little shit. But you were one of the victims. Fuck.

So here you were now, being dragged by Taka, another someone from your childhood, to 3-A’s marriage booth for your very unfortunate fate. 

“Why is she alone, you idiot? You gotta handcuff two people for it to work,” 3-A’s president chided upon noticing you were the only one handcuffed. Luckily, Yoongi trailed along (to laugh at you or use this as blackmail, you weren’t sure). He seemed so ticked off when Taka dragged you though. 

“Well,” Taka smirked as he raised his free arm, “it can always be me.”

Horrified at his very forward advances, you cringed and silently cried for Yoongi’s help. Before you could voice out your dislike, however, Yoongi had already pulled you from Taka’s hold. 

“Marry me, Y/N.”

Your face immediately turned into different shades of red. You were too speechless to even respond to him shoving Taka away and handcuffing himself to you. Some of the people who were in 3-A’s room gasped because even they couldn’t believe that this was happening. Yoongi was nervous, it was embarrassing after all, but it wasn’t obvious in any way. You were about to give him his answer but then...

“NO!!” 

Sohee crashed the wedding before it could even start and 3-A’s president let you guys go as an apology for the commotion. 

You couldn’t forget that day… especially when you almost answered yes. 

Perhaps it was inevitable. Your friends and their mothers seem to have already known what was ahead before you two got there. But eventually, you and Yoongi got together. You already knew he wanted to pursue a music career and were more than supportive when he decided to sign under a small company named BigHit.

While together, you two worked your best to pay your rent and debts. You two ran away from Daegu after none of your parents approved of your career choices, with him and his dream to be a producer and you and your dream of arts. It was hard having to leave your comfortable life in your little hometown but having Yoongi with you helped a lot.

A few years later, your boyfriend (now changed into the rapper and producer of the idol group BTS) found out that his company loosened its strict ban on dating and he was finally able to introduce you to his friends. (though they knew Yoongi had someone in his heart, they were never able to put a face to it)

Your favorite member (shh don’t tell anyone) had to be Hoseok. He can easily lift everyone’s spirits up and he displayed so much warmth when Yoongi introduced you to the guys.

There was a reason why Hoseok was so easy to hang out with. He was the first to know that Yoongi had someone in his life and would often come to him when he wanted to talk about you (there were times he was so excited about you that he wanted to tell everyone,,, thankfully he had hobi to talk to). So it was like Hoseok already knew you before he could meet you. Because of that, Hoseok was the middleman. The person who would be the voice of reason if you two fought. You also went to Hoseok about Yoongi, especially because you still weren’t allowed to tell the world that you were with Min “BTS’ Rapper and Producer” Yoongi. 

Hoseok was also the first one to know when Yoongi had plans of proposing. He was aware of your history and would always laugh whenever you’d describe a jealous high schooler Yoongi yanking you away from some random named Taka. 

It had to be one of the most painful things for Hoseok when he was told to keep quiet of the surprise. He was bubbling with excitement that day and was mirroring Yoongi’s eagerness to finally ask you the question you’ve been denied of answering since. 

After a simple dinner out, you both decided to walk in a quiet park (it was quite late so no one was around). Yoongi inhaled, unconsciously gripping your hand quite tightly, and looked for the velvet box with his other. 

You stopped at some point to gaze at the comforting contrast of the night with the city lights but you felt Yoongi halt in his tracks so you turned around. 

There he was, one knee on the ground as he grinned that gummy smile of his that you’ll never get tired seeing, with the question you’ve been wanting to answer for your whole life. 

“Will you marry me, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

It took Yoongi three times to propose to you, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

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[shinsaga23]

Favorite games from 2020

Please note that these are games I got into in 2020. If you have any video game recommendations please tell me!

Stardew valley

I’ll admit I was a fan since 2018 but I kinda put the game down for a bit and got it for the switch for Christmas and I’ll admit I’m kinda addicted!

Favorite characters: Alex and Sam

I never see people talk about them that much! Sure Alex is *very* full of himself but he gets better. Also I live for Sam’s 8 heart event it’s just so cute

Genshin impact

So basically I had to restart cause my game had a major bug in it that I reported but it clearly wasn’t gonna get fixed soon. But I love this game. Sadly I haven’t gotten any good characters yet but I’m hopeful that I eventually do.

Favorite characters: Keaya and razor

I can’t find a explanation on why they are my favorite characters they just are.

Obey me!

I really hate that I got this into this game and now I’m obsessed. It’s hard to explain why I like this game so much. I kinda just found it and started playing.

Favorite characters: Diavolo and Beel

I just like men who seem like they would give very good hugs

Danganronpa 1-3

So I think I got into this game when jay from kubz scouts started playing it and actually played it for myself. Including the second game!

Favorite characters:

Danganronpa 1: Taka and mondo

Danganronpa 2: gundham and Sonia

Danganronpa 3: Korekiyo

I loved Taka and mondo’s relationship and I’ve gone on a whole rant about it to my friends.

I fell in love with gundham for his very nice way of speaking and his friendship with Sonia really bloomed and I would have loved to see it go further.

Idk why I love Korekiyo so much but please stop calling him a sister fucker. He actually has a very cool and sad story if you look at it closely!

Identity V

So my friends were talking about this game a lot and I got super into it. Sadly I don’t play as much anymore but it’s a very fun game!

Favorite characters: Aesop Carl and Wu Chang

Aesop was actually the first survivor I got and the one that when I see a bad Aesop I start cussing out loud. Not in a rude way just I feel that pain. Wu Chang is actually one of the first A costume I bought cause I wanted it. I actually use him a lot and he’s surprisingly easy to use!

Monster prom

I can’t belive I almost forgot about this game! I absolutely got into it back like 2019 but after I got into again I saw there was a second game!

Favorite character: Damian laVey

I have a thing with garbage ass characters don’t judge!

[fandomsandfears]

BOYS NIGHT BOYS NIGHT

I had a rlly long plot hc things for non despair au as ya do with the lads having a boys night in Leon’s dorm

Notes:

It’s Leon’s room, so there's some band poster's

Ibuki Mioda, the icon she is

She signed it for him

Shooting Stars is the fanon name I'm using for Sayaka’s girl group

and Teen Age Wolves are from Digimon 02 I just couldn't resist and am now horrified at the crossover I’ve created

Byakuya is reading “Witness For the Prosecution” by Agatha Christie. It’s a courtroom murder mystery ;)

Mondo, Taka, Hiro, and Makoto are playing Clue ;)

Byakuya’s technically not playing, but he’s paying attention and is basically acting as a team with Makoto

Leon and Hifumi are playing Mario Kart

Hifumi is winning

Leon is wearing a “Shooting Stars/ Sayaker” shirt

Hifumi is supposed to be wearing a Luna onesie (the cat from sailor moon?) but google image search for such an item gave me a purple thing and I didn't want to put the hood up so uh, whoops

Chihiro isn’t here because I hc her as a transwoman or a feminine aligned nonbinary person. I don’t care how you hc her, I’m not here to tell you what to think or hc. I Hope you’ll do the same and not comment on it. If I do a “Girls Night” piece she’ll be included there :)

Below is the inane ramblings from my discord where the idea first occurred!

in my fanon timeline it'd be like, 2nd year where the relationships have been able to develop enough to where Byakuya's willing to hang out with them if not tentatively, and Mondo and Taka are buddies and Leon's like 

"hey guys here's an idea" 

 and is prepared to host a boys night in his dorm and everyone's psyched and Makotos like 

"I wanna invite Byakuya!" and they're all like 

"hmm, r u sure?" 

because yeah he’s getting better but like,,, its really just not going out of his way to be a dick. if you try to engage with him he's still pretty standoffish except Makoto laser eyes him and is forcing him to do personal growth so Makoto’s like "plz" and the other lads are like "okay fine but he's got to be cool" so now Makoto’s on 'recruit Byakuya and make sure he chills out this is boys night and we're gonna have fun goddammit'  duty.

but then Hiro or someone like "oh Taka will not let us hang out in each others dorms past curfew or sneak around  how do we sneak around him" and Mondo’s like 

"I'm inviting him wdym" and the lads are like

 "we love taka he’s great but are you sure because he will rat us out" and Mondo's like "no I got this" 

and low and behold  he comes back hours later with Taka in tow looking very uncomfortable but is like

"I understand that you are all,, breaking curfew,,, and having a 'boys night' as Mondo has called it... As much as it pains me to concede I will not be reporting you to the faculty. Just do not be too loud or I will be forced to come and shut it down the disturbance of peace since I and other students will be sleeping" and they're like 

"omfg Taka your so cool thanks!" and also "Taka you know your invited??? You are coming??? To the boys night??" and he's like "Are you sure? I figured you wouldn't want the hall monitor at your rule breaking sleepover?" and its like "Taka your coming its boys night and your gonna have fun goddamit"

so ofc Boys night comes around and they're all meeting up in Leon’s room. Makoto goes and knocks on Byakuyas dorm room and mans opens it in like, y’know silk ass pajamas what do you take him for and Makoto's like "hey!!" and he’s like "hi???" and then its like

 "I told you we were having a boys night!" 

"... I thought you were joking. Why would I want to waste time I could be reading or resting, with those fools?" and Makoto just gives him the look and he's like "... merde fine," and follows Makoto to Leon’s dorm with a book underarm trying to look unaffected 

but he's also kinda nervous like "how the fuck do normal teenagers act oh god" and they get there and the lads are all vibing. Taka is there sticking very close to Mondo and just generally speaking looking kinda nervous because his brains just like "this is illegal this is illegal this is illegal-" 

and Mondo and Hiro are trying to get him to join them in whatever conversation they're having and generally speaking trying to get him to chill out since they have bf and brother energies respectively and would like Taka to vibe and have fun. Leon and Hifumi are doing something else, rocking out to anime theme songs like dorks maybe and Byakuya’s looking at this like "this is weird and i have no idea what to do here" and honestly ends up just kinda reading his book near Taka and the lads, Makoto probably sitting with him and jumping between conversations

some point early in the eve Hiro's like "oh we should have grabbed snacks! ugh!" and Makoto and Leon laser eye each other like "lets go get snacks" and Mondo kind of realizes what their planning and is like "oh fuck yeah sure!" followed by Hiro but Hifumi, Taka, and Byakuya have no idea what’s going on till these idiots are putting coats on over their  pajamas and shoving shoes ontheirr feet, dragging the oblivious lads into the same. Some of the lads make quick stops at their dorms, Byakuya's only idea of what’s going on is Makoto telling him to grab his wallet. Byakuya has shoes from crossing the hall but ends up in Makotos sweater somehow as Leon Makoto and  Mondo lead these disaster children out of the dorm site and Taka nerves just shoot up again because he’s caught between 

"this is bad im breaking the rules-" and "my friends are having fun and want me to have fun with them" 

but basically they walk the street outside the school till they find a 14/7 convenience store dealio and they get inside and now there’s 7 teenaged ultimate boys loose in a convenience store at like midnight and the only prompting for Byakuya and Taka now is seeing their classmates just fuckin bolt into the store, wallets in hand, for the candy, drinks ,and chips sections

Mondo and Hiro have Taka under wraps eventually realizing they left him in tehri excitement to the candy isle and basically spend the entire time convincing Taka to get some bags of candy he likes, the boys have him covered. 

Leon's going a little apeshit picking out energy drinks and pops/sodas in the back, followed by Hifumi who knows what he’s getting and is just trying to corral Leon. Makoto was also going a little bonkers with Leon but then remembered he left Byakuya standing confused in his hoodie and some pajamas at the front of the store. So he wanders back sheepishly where Byakuya’s like:

'wtf is going on where am i, i have literally never been anywhere like this in my life what is happening what are we doing" and Makoto kind explains and tells him and offers to get Byakuya something if he wants and Kuya's like "I could buy out your life with how rich I am, I don't need your money" and Makoto’s like "well yeah, but its just  like chips n stuff its not much-' and Kuyas just "its literally such a waste of money for you, how do you function with such poor finance handling" and the n proceeds to buy literally anything Makoto even mildly looks at while walking through the isles with him.

basically the lads all get back to Leon’s dorm with just, bags and bags of snacks. Pops, energy drinks, candy, chips, just loaded in Leon's room. Mondo and Hiro managed to make Taka pick something idk if they have them or an equivalent in japan but i always think of these when i play through this part of the plot in my head

but yeah taka gets these specifically don't ask me why it was just the vibe I got. He like the strawberry marshmallow candy. 

Leon has too many soda/energy drinks for one teenaged boy to have at any given moment and the other s cannot stop him. Byakuya has basically funded the snack department since he just bought like anything Makoto looked at and its not like he was planning on really having any so all the lads get free reign of the snacks he bought and then promptly are like 

"hey Kuya you’re chill when you want to be" and he’s like "shut up" and Makoto's just "well at least have some, you bought like most of it"  

"I don't know what any of these are i just got them for you." which basically  destroys any peace Byakuya was hoping on that evening and the lads lose their mind's over how he 'doesn't know what any of the candies are' and proceed to make him try like, everything they've got. 

So Byakuya spends the night taste testing a bunch of corner store candy at the other amusement. They probably end up playing all kinds of board games/card games (mostly at request of Hiro, taka, Byakuya), they've got like a switch or some ds depending on when you wanna place this era wise but the more modern the funnier it is too me  so Leon and  Hifumi are probably losing their shit over Mario Kart. Taka is kind of worried because they are super into it and Mondo keeps laughing and messing with them so they cant drive y’know all kinds of sleepover esk shenanigan's. they at least had the forethought to do this on a weekend so when they all pass out in various parts of Leon’s room its not a scramble for class later lol

i expect these dumbasses to be doing karaoke at 3am and Byakuya has never been more thankful for the  sound proof rooms in his life as he is forced to sing  to one of Sayaka's songs. The lads agree what happens at boys night stays at boys night but like,, they all know Togami can belt now. Hifumi probably kills it at Karaoke that's another vibe I'm getting

Byakuya gets a gold star from Makoto for managing to not start a single long lasting fight the entire night and the lads proceeds to bring this up for weeks on end whenever he says anything mildly mean their like "oop! broke your streak!" and Byakuya wants to be mad but he’s probably more scared realizing just how soft he's gotten for these dumbasses in the 2 years he's been forced to live near them and he’s both terrified of what that means for him and who he is and who he's supposed to be but also kinda vibes just because, idk he’s still this teenaged boy and he's making connections with his classmates and kinda being friendly. he’s allowed to be a little excited about it even if he wont tell a living soul ever.

he kind of came to terms with the fact that Makoto by himself is easy to be kind of civil-friendly with. Friendly for Byakuya at least, i imagine no matter what he's just terrible with his phrasing so when he’s trying to be nice sometimes he'll just phrase it awfully but anyways. Makoto and to an extent Taka being the only two of the lads who he had come to terms with his respect and friendliness for. It's when he catches himself actually listening to Hiro rambling about a vision he's had or shrugs off Leon after the guy all but barrels into him in the hallways that he’s like "oh god oh no this is going to far"

---

There’s a girls night organized at the same night the boys weren’t aware of but the girls ofc knew what the boys were doing  and also know they snuck out for snacks so Sayaka and Maybe Kyoko or Celeste go over to barter with the boys to hand over like 1 of their pop bottles and chip bags that is all 

The girls have a pillow fort and when Makoto hears about it from Aoi the next day he’s so offended that he didn’t think to do that he and Aoi have a sleepover (I love Makoto/Aoi being best friends y’all) just for pillow fort shenanigan's

[beesgav]

I'm realizing I never compiled my 2007 bionicle thoughts here so

- All in all, this one was definitely... unpolished, I would say. It had a lot of moving parts and I'm not sure how well it all gelled together in the end. My foremost gripe is how many perspectives it jumps between and how short it is in comparison with, like, 2004-2006, which really wound up giving it a rushed feeling.

- once the Mahri showed up, there was very little focus on the Matoran of Mahri Nui, which is a shame because the Matoran attempting to live their lives is generally one of my favorite elements of each year. I can still recall the VNRT pretty well (sorry, Piruk, I had to look you up), and I read 2006 months ago. I read 2007 in late December and the only Matoran characters I can remember by name are Defilak and Dekar.

- i know they were a return to form in terms of the sets and they do indeed have fun designs, but... I'm sorry, the Barraki just aren't interesting villains to me. They don't have the intimidation factor of Makuta Teridax or TSO and they don't have the fun personalities and dynamics (with the heroes, at least) of the Piraka. My favorite villain was honestly Nocturn because of how weird and crazy he was.

- Other than to give Lesovikk a target to go after... why was Karzanhi here? He felt so out of place and just kind of existed to spout doom and gloom and get his ass kicked.

- that being said, though- the lotus-eating scene (the one where Karzanhi gives Lesovikk a vision of his life if he had saved his team) was a legitimately good scene and the only time Karzanhi's presence felt like it brought a new and interesting element to the story. Shame it was such a short scene, though.

- Lesovikk and Sarda (yes, I had to look his name up) deciding to travel together was nice, and threw the poor guy a bone in allowing him to reunite with a long-lost friend.

- I feel like the Toa teams, aside from the Mata, pick three characters to have as the "main" characters and let the other half fall to the wayside, and it was definitely evident here, even moreso than 06 was. It just seems there's little to no emotional arc with Kongu, Hewkii, and Nuparu, and while they did get scenes in battle where they could be cool and occasionally got to take jabs at each other's egos, they felt way more like secondary supporting characters here and were nearly indistinguishable personalitywise. Hewkii being thankful Macku taught him to swim was cute though.

- Again... I feel like so many of these problems could have been resolved, or at least mitigated, by having another hundred pages or so (bearing in mind that I’m reading a compiled digital version with some stuff like the comics thrown in) and making it similar in length to 2004.

- But I don't wanna be completely negative and there's still a bunch of stuff I liked about it so

- Ironically, for as much as I was fearing it up to finally reading it, the darkest parts were what I enjoyed the most of the whole thing. The Teridax-posessed Maxilos robot sticking with Matoro and forcing him to do his bidding was fantastically dark. I only wish, like with the majority of these things, we could've seen more about how it affected Matoro's relationships with his team and how it messed with his head and self-esteem.

- The scenes where Matoro is forced to use his mask power against his will, where he's just made to watch this horrible ability that he has work for him, were also enjoyably painful to read. Matoro is honestly the best character in this year.

- I feel like this has been mentioned in a post on its own but Matoro being the one destined to sacrifice his life to save Mata Nui and continually getting powers related to death (the soul-scouting ability made his real body lifeless and convincingly dead to everyone but Hahli, and the dead-raising one... obvi) in addition to his mask looking vaguely skull-like is such grim foreshadowing I love it.

- but also my poor boy. I want to give him a hug. He didn't deserve this ; ;

- Hahli also really shines here. I knew about the "Hahli the barbarian" line before now but I never realized how much it actually was warranted. She's so cool. She also has probably what is one of my new favorite mask powers, next to the Calix.

- oh also speaking of- the lead-in to the scene where Matoro uses his mask to raise Tuyet is preceded by the story about her and the Nui Stone in the volume I read and honestly it's one of the best short stories in the whole run.

- Matoro's sacrifice was a little confusingly-worded but was still incredibly effective. Honestly his actual death was less impactful than the reactions to it for me (Hahli recounting it to Kopeke, the Toa going "hey why didn't the Ignika teleport us all back" before Vakama explains, and particularly Nuju realizing that he not only lost his translator but also his dearest friend) so I'm glad that we got to see a little bit of that.

- I could easily be missing an element of the story (I'm pretty sure I am, actually, but I won't know for sure until I read 08) but I'm still miffed that there was no Mahri/Takanuva reunion.

- All in all... it was okay. I took a lot of issues with the technical aspects of the story, but there were still tons of elements that really shined. And, hell, I read the entirety of it in a day, so it didn't, like, /disgust/ me or anything.

I do have to admit I'm worried about 08-10. It'll be interesting to meet the Av-Matoran, and I'm excited to finally follow the Nuva (plus Taka) again, but I haven't heard great things about it. Still gonna see it to the end, ofc, but I'm worried 06 may have been the highpoint of the story.

[johaerys-writes]

Where Blood Roses Bloom

Fandom: Castlevania

Pairing: Alucard/Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades

Summary:

After Trevor gets grievously injured by a night creature, he and Sypha return to Dracula's castle to seek Alucard's help. The man they find there, however, is but a shadow of the friend they left behind.

Meanwhile, in far Styria, Hector does his best to survive in the vampires' court, a lamb amidst wolves. Little do the wolves know, the lamb has fangs of its own.

Or: I saw the new artwork for Season 4 and I’m SO HYPED, and I want more Castlevania content now, or preferably yesterday. Also, my boy Alucard needs love. :’)

CW: Blood (obviously), Injury

Read here or on AO3!

Chapter 1: Blood on White

Blood. There is blood everywhere: on his hands, on the sheets, on the floor, on the gilded bedposts. The smell of it, thick and cloying, clinging to his nostrils. Sumi and Taka's bodies are lying beside him, unmoving, and he lies still with them. The silence that spreads after their hearts finally stop beating and their eyes glaze over is deafening.

How did this happen? How?

It is minutes, hours, days later, for all he knows, when he finally pushes himself up. He sits at the edge of the bed, for he is sure his legs will give way if he stands. Adrian glances about him, at the place that was his room, and not a place of death, only a short while before. His gaze falls on the vase of roses by his bedside table; blood roses, their crimson blossoms soft like velvet under his fingertips. His mother's favourites, said to bloom where blood has been spilled the thickest.

There's hope to be found in the grimmest of places, Adrian, she would always say, and smile. Kindness is a gift freely given.

Kindness. Hope. Notions he tried to fool himself with, sentiments that were dangled before him, like an apple before a starving man. He ran after them, stretched bodily to grasp them, only for them to turn to ashes in his hands. Only for the people he trusted —so readily, foolishly— to turn against him at the first chance they got.

Adrian could laugh. Who is he, to be kind and hopeful? Does he deserve it? Can he afford it?

Can anyone?

The vase crashes against the wall when he swipes at it with his arm, the glass shattering, the blooms scattering on the floor. He is not his mother's son.

"I am my father's son," he declares as he drags Sumi and Taka's lifeless bodies to his front door, as he sharpens the stakes, as he mounts them both on them. He stands long, makes himself watch their blood stained nightclothes flutter with the wind, the morning sun touch their ashen faces.

This is trust, he tells himself, and its price.

It is not a mistake he is about to make again.

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“Just hold on. We’ll be there soon.”

Trevor blinks blearily when bright sunlight stabs his sore, tired eyes. His head hurts. His lungs burn. The wound at his side sends sharp jolts of pain through him every time the carriage bumps on a rock or a fallen log- which is, frankly, all the bloody time as they follow that old, unkempt dirt road. The reek of old booze and acrid night creature blood that still clings to his cloak is not helping the situation much, either.

God, he just needs a fucking drink.

“I don’t see how riding to a castle in the middle of nowhere is going to help us, Sypha,” he groans, and immediately regrets it when the dryness in his throat sends him into a fit of coughing.

Sypha clicks her tongue and frowns. “It’s not about the castle, you—”

Trevor can almost hear the mild insult that's lingering at the tip of her tongue, but she bites it back. The fact that she refrains from snapping at him, even though she's worried and obviously frustrated, only reminds him of the seriousness of his injury. And he doesn't bloody need any further bloody reminders that his life is hanging by a thread.

“I’m fine,” he croaks. “Really.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Sypha mutters irritably, eyes fixed on the road before her as she urges the horses to go faster. Her full, rosy lips are set in a grim line, her eyes red, her cheeks drawn from weariness. They have been riding like mad for two days now, stopping only to rest and water the horses for a bit. Trevor is feeling quite weary himself, but seeing Sypha so haggard only makes everything a thousand times worse. He hates to see her so worried, and for a louse like him.

He shifts a little closer to her, wincing at the sharp pain from the wound. “Sypha—”

“You are not fine, Trevor!” Her gaze flicks to him, her bright blue eyes sparkling with anger, gleaming with tears that are this close to being shed. “You are not. I’ve done all I can for you, but I can do no more. That’s why we’re going there. You are not going to change my mind.”  

“And how exactly is Alucard going to help? Is he a healer as well as an arrogant bastard?”

“He knows far more about medicine than anyone within a hundred miles from here, and then some. The castle holds ingredients that most people in the rest of the world have never even seen. We are going there, and you will be nice to him, or I will box your ears. Yes?”

Trevor rolls his eyes and looks away, mumbling curses under his breath. It is hard to argue with her when his wound stabs at him at every breath. Yes, it is definitely the wound, he tells himself. He is perfectly capable of holding his own in an argument with her under any other circumstances. Perfectly capable. Absolutely.  

Trevor sighs. He just needs a drink. And a nice, long sleep. That's what he needs, what will sort him out. It always does. He leans back into the seat, letting his head rest on the smooth wood.

“There.”

Sypha’s voice rouses him from what must have been a very light and troubled sleep. Not that he can tell the difference between that and utter agony these days. He opens his eyes, squinting at the familiar curve of the road that led to the Belmont hold. To his once home.

“Just hold on a moment longer,” she says soothingly, drawing the horses back to a steady canter. “Alucard will fix you right up. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see us after so long, don’t you think?”

The stench of rotting flesh drifting with the eastern wind reaches them well before the carriage finally stops. Two corpses, cold and rigid, their eye-sockets picked clean by the vultures, staring up into a grey, unforgiving sky.

Sypha gapes at them, unblinking, like she has forgotten how to breathe.

“I don’t know, Sypha,” Trevor mutters, strained, under his breath. “That doesn’t look like a bloody warm welcome to me.”

Without a word, she hops down from the carriage, taking a few tentative steps forward. The staked corpses are frightful to look at, without a doubt. Whoever did that, Trevor thinks, must have been holding a hell of a grudge.

“What on earth,” he hears Sypha whispering under her breath. She turns to look at him, and he simply shrugs. What can he possibly do?

Sypha blinks slowly up at the stakes once more, her brows gathered in a furrow, before coming back to the carriage. Making himself stand up and lower himself to the ground takes up every last bit of strength that has been left to him, despite him dropping most of his weight on poor Sypha. She groans underneath him, wrapping her arm around his waist to keep him steady.

“God, you stink,” she protests, taking a shaky step forward. Trevor rolls his eyes, but even that takes effort.

“You don’t exactly smell like roses yourself,” he grunts, following as best he could without tripping on the hem of his bedraggled cloak.

Sypha snorts, leaning her head against his shoulder for a breath. “Ass.”

He tries for a clever quip to make her laugh, but her smile falters when he starts coughing again, so hard that he is sure the wound has opened again. He shivers when he feels warm blood seeping through the bandage. "I sure hope Alucard is home," he pants weakly, "and hasn't gone into a little nightly escapade."

Sypha holds him more tightly, even though her arms and legs are shaking now. “Just a little further. Just until we get to the steps-”

Trevor barely hears what she says before his vision darkens. The stone steps rise up to meet him at lightning speed, knocking the air out of his lungs. White hot pain lances through his entire body, blocking out everything else.

Sypha frantically banging on the tall, gilded door of the castle is what pulls him out if the darkness.

“Alucard!” she cries, again and again, hitting the door with her fists. Her voice is raw and hoarse— she must have been at it for a while while he was unconscious. “Alucard! Open up! Ugh, where is he?” She turns to him, her round blue eyes wide and disturbingly liquid in the morning light. “Just— just hold on, Trevor,” she pleads before raising her fist to knock on the door once more.  

The heavy doors creak ominously as they slowly peel apart. Sypha’s hand hovers in the air for a breath before she lets it fall, watching while sunlight flooded the thick darkness beyond the door.

The figure that walks out is pale, skin almost translucent in the bright light. Hair like spun gold falling freely about his shoulders. Face smooth and cold, as if carved in marble. Gaunt. More gaunt than Trevor remembers. His gaze hard and aloof when it sweeps over them both. Trevor sees those familiar golden eyes widening in shock when they fall on him, sprawled as he is on the ground.

“Sypha,” Alucard says. “What happened?”

The voice is low and throaty, hoarse, like he hasn’t used it in a while. Or like he just woke up. Wouldn’t surprise him if Alucard decided to take a bloody nap the whole time he and Sypha were out, killing monsters. That’s what vampires do after all, isn't it? Yet, those corpses were fresh. No more than a couple days, a week at the most. That week has been cold, so it would have stopped the flesh from rotting too soon. If it is Alucard that did it, that is. There is still the possibility that he didn't, and that he isn't the mindless beast that Trevor has been brought up to believe of his kind.

He blinks up at him, watching him through the cloud that threatens to descend on him again. Alucard’s gaze does not fall on the bodies when he drags it away from Trevor and fixes it on Sypha. Not once. Not even by accident.

The absolute, bloody bastard.

Sypha straightens, regarding him curiously. It evidently hasn’t been lost on her either that Alucard is not in the least surprised by the bodies at his front door. “Trevor has been hurt,” she says, her voice trembling only a little. “Will you help us?”

Instead of a response, Alucard brushes past her, coming to loom over him. The sunlight casts a halo around his golden hair, shadows on his sharp features. “Can you walk?”

Trevor scoffs, then coughs. He brings his hand before his mouth, and when he withdraws it, there is blood. “Do I look like I can walk?”

Alucard raises a brow at that. Whether it is for his response or for the blood on his hand, Trevor can't say. He kneels before him, snaking one arm behind his shoulders, the other under his knees. “I’m going to lift you now.”

“Whoa, wait-” Trevor doesn't even manage to protest before he is picked up off the ground and lifted into Alucard’s arms, like a blushing bride on the way to her marriage bed. He attempts a weak struggle, but Alucard’s voice is firm.

“Stop moving. You’ll hurt yourself even more. Not that you need much help with that, but still.”

Trevor rolls his eyes, frowning even as he winces in pain. “Ever the pompous prick,  Alucard. How nice to see you again.”

The dhampir’s gaze is locked straight ahead as he walks, not even deigning to answer. That is… odd. To say the least. Alucard always rises to his barbs, and Trevor to his, however petulant or childish. There is a somberness to him, a sort of stillness; it is like looking at the smooth surface of a frozen lake. It unnerves Trevor more than he can say.

But then again, it could just be that Trevor's not thinking straight. The pain that stabs him every time he so much as bloody blinks isn't exactly conducive to thought.

Sypha shuffles after them, the hem of her robes whispering around her ankles as she tries to catch up with Alucard’s long strides. He walks smoothly, evenly, with the grace of a dancer, or that of a swan gliding along calm waters, and the steady rocking makes it even harder to keep his eyes open. Trevor loses track of how many flights of stairs they ascend, or how many endless, identical-looking corridors they cross, but at length Alucard stops before a door and pushes it open.

The room he takes him in is wide and spacious, with a large hearth, a thick red carpet that muffles the sound of Alucard's boots, and one of the biggest beds Trevor has ever laid eyes upon- with a mountain of pillows and a red velvet canopy, with carved mahogany bedposts and gilded bedside tables and whatnot- he is far too dazed to notice more, but even he can tell the thing is luxurious.

Alucard’s hair brushes his face when he gently -surprisingly gently- sets him atop the bed. His pale golden strands smell of fresh chopped wood and wild berries, Trevor remarks absently.

“How did he get hurt?” he asks, turning to Sypha.

“Oy,” Trevor grumbles weakly. The mattress is so soft and inviting he feels like he is sinking in it, but he makes an effort to keep his eyes open. “I’m still conscious, thank you very much. You don’t have to talk like I'm not here.”

“As it is, Belmont, I do not believe you’re in any position to give an accurate account of your injuries,” Alucard replied coldly. “It is best, perhaps for everyone, if you try not to talk much.” His golden gaze slides off him swiftly to return to Sypha. Arrogant sod.

“We were in Lindenfeld, a few days ago.” Sypha comes to sit beside him on the bed. “There was… an attack. Night creatures. Powerful ones. There was a portal, and they kept streaming… We managed to make it out of there alive, but the damage was already done. All the night creatures within twenty miles from here have gathered in the woods beyond the town, and are terrorising the villages along the country road. We tried to stop them, kill as many as we could, but...” Her lips tightens in a line, her gaze falling on Trevor.

“A portal?” Alucard asks, as if he hasn't heard a word of what Sypha has said.

Her eyes meet his. “An Infinite Corridor.”

Fair eyebrows lift ever so slightly along a pale, smooth forehead. “Those creatures you speak of. What kind of night creature was it that attacked him?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know its name, or its kind. I’ve never seen the like. It possessed a level of intelligence, for one. And it was made up of dozens of souls. Like the one that was trapped under the priory in Lindenfeld, but... different. Vicious. Frantic.”

“The bastard wouldn’t stay dead,” Trevor croaks, and coughs again.

“It had those glowy eyes and those sharp claws—” She rubs her temples, sighing. “It caught Trevor with one of those claws. I’ve done all I can to heal him, but the wound refuses to close. The flesh knits back together, albeit weakly, but then the smallest movements rip it open again. Healing is not my expertise, but even so, I should have been able to treat it. I don’t know what it is—”

The desperation in her voice makes Trevor’s heart tighten. He hates that she's so tired, so worried; he hates that it is he that has brought her to this state. He never makes things easy for her, damn him. Not that she makes things easy for him, but even so, it is he that should be looking out for her, not the other way round. If only he'd been more careful, if only he'd seen the attack before it came—

He reaches out to place his hand on her forearm. “Sypha,” he says softly.

She pats his hand and gives him a tight smile. “We’ll find out what it is. Yes? Alucard and I. We’ll heal you. Right, Alucard?” She turns her gaze to their friend. Their once friend. God knows what he is now. Trevor does not dare to trust him, but he's their last hope.

Alucard’s eyes linger on them for a long moment, and Trevor thinks he sees something flashing in them; something sad and desperate, but it's gone in an instant. The dhampir's gaze is icy once more when he says, “I have to see the wound for myself. I'll need you to take off your clothes.”

“Now, hold on—”

“I’ll help,” Sypha says promptly, reaching out to undo the clasp of his cloak. “You needed a change of clothes anyway.” Her smile is still on her lips, but it never reaches her eyes, so it is hardly a comfort. His cloak comes off, then his thick leather jerkin. He tenses when she starts pulling at the laces on his undershirt, with Alucard watching over her shoulder.

“That'll do,” he hears Alucard say. “I can inspect the wound without completely undressing him.”

Well, that, at least, is somewhat fortunate.

Sypha edges back as Alucard bent over him, long fingers dragging his shirt up from the waistband of his breeches. Even though the wound is wrapped with fresh bandages he can still feel the fabric brushing over it, and he bites his lip down hard to stop himself from wincing. Alucard produces a small pocket knife out of thin air and starts cutting away the blood soaked cloth. When he peels it back, a strong acrid smell of sepsis fills his nostrils. Trevor almost gags, almost —almost— faints.

The frown that creases Alucard’s brow does not help one bit.

“How long ago did he get this?” he asks Sypha.

“Three days ago,” Trevor responds, more gruffly than he intends as pain lanced through him once again. Even the air touching the wound makes him squirm.

Alucard’s frown deepens. “It shouldn’t have reached this level of infection in just three days. I’m surprised you’re still on your feet.”

“Us Belmonts are hard kill,” he says, and regrets it as soon as does. Sympathy warms Alucard’s gaze for the briefest of moment, so brief Trevor thinks he imagines it, before it is swiftly hidden behind his impervious mask once more. It is enough to make a spark of irritation flicker in his chest, however weak. Why s Alucard pitying him, anyway? His lot is worse than his own.

That shouldn’t have made Trevor’s heart clench as it does. He looks away.

There is nothing that Trevor can make out of Alucard's expression when he straightens. Or perhaps it is that the pain and the exhaustion finally taking hold. “I’ll bring something for the pain, and to stem the bleeding. As to how to treat the infection, that will require some research.”

“How much?” Sypha asks, and this time she doesn't even bother to hide her worry. “It’s spreading quickly. I don’t think we-” She stops herself, her fists bunching up the fabric of her skirt.

“Just say it, Sypha." Trevor lets out a huff and sinks back into the pillows. "I’m not a child.”

She shoots him a glare. “What I meant to say, is that I don’t think we can afford to let more time pass.”

“What we can afford even less is a mistake," Alucard says. He clasps his hands behind his back as he draws himself up to his full height. The bastard is tall, Trevor will give him that. "I’m not much of a healer, but I’ll do what I can.”

“Thank you,” Sypha says softly, breathing a sigh of relief. “We appreciate it. Really.”

Alucard’s gaze flicks between the two for a breath —golden, luminous, and so bloody cold and aloof it sends a shiver up Trevor's spine— before he turns to leave. The room somehow feels warmer after he's gone.

As soon as he was gone, Sypha lets out a long sigh, dragging her palm down her face. Her hand stops just before her eyes, and she peers at him through her fingers.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Trevor groans. “If I had any clue what was going on, I wouldn’t be lying here on this bed, waiting for Alucard, of all people, to take pity on me and save my life.”

“No one’s taking pity on you, you silly ox,” she mutters, shifting closer beside him on the bed again. She stares at him, her large, clear sky eyes reflecting the sunlight pouring through the window like glass. “Something very wrong has happened here, Trevor. I can feel it.”

“What gave it away? The staked corpses by the front door? Or that the half-vampire lordling seems to have a stick farther up his arse than usual?”

She blinks. “Both?”

Trevor sighs. “Yes. Both. More, probably. Give it some time. We’ve only been here a few minutes.”

She taps her chin thoughtfully, glancing towards the door. “We’ll get to the bottom of this,” she says, her brows gathering in that determined frown of hers he’s come to know quite well. “We have to. Something’s fishy. Very fishy.”

“Sure, sure, yeah. For now, let's just hope whatever he brings for the pain is strong enough to knock me out for a day or two.” He sinks back into the bed, his eyes closing on their own, but not before his gaze falls on a gilded cabinet by the window. “Think there’s any liquor in there?”

Sypha snorts, rolling her eyes. “Just go to sleep, Belmont.”

Her cool fingertips against his brow is the last thing Trevor feels before the world grows dark.

[anika-ann]

WINSoD - Pt.4

What You Need (Is What I’m About)

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2, part 3)  

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, one more ;)  Word count: 3400

Summary: In which fate has a strange sense of humour, the Maximoffs appear and... well. 

Warnings: brief violence, mention of death, messing around in one’s brain, language, cutesy and fluff (yep, it’s all there)

Part 3

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You watched the kettle quiver as the temperature of the water climbed towards the boiling point. You’d like to say your blood was reaching it too, but despite the warm hoodie (Steve’s, naturally), you were feeling coldness seeping into your very core.

You hated waiting for him. You had never been a fan of it, sitting on your ass and stressing until he returned from a mission, bruised and usually bloody, but this time it was something else. This time, you had more than just a vague idea of what he was fighting; you had witnessed it first-hand. An army of fucking robots.

The team had left 43 hours ago, but who the hell was counting, right? Certainly not you. And you had certainly not been feeling the urge to ask Jarvis (R.I.P., my beloved A.I.) like every half an hour for any updates. You weren’t that desperate. You weren’t that scared-

Yeah, not even you were having your bullshit anymore.

You were shivering in cold from losing sleep, terrified and over all out of your mind. Nothing helped to ease your worries. Definitely not the fact they hadn’t made any contact ever since they had left.

They consisted of the usual Avengers team; Nat, Clint, Tony, Bruce and Thor, plus Bucky. All of them under Steve’s attentive command.

Surprisingly, Matt Murdock – also known as a freaking vigilante (a blind lawyer!!) – did not join the quest. He had said that robots were way outside his territory. You would beg to differ, because he punched the robot like a champ, yet you didn’t quite blame him for refusing. Bottomline, you still thought he was pretty swell (not to mention easy on the eyes, but that was beside the point). He had saved your life though, so you might be a bit biased. A lot biased.

Sam Wilson might have fought once too, but he would sit this one out as well. It was not helping your anxiety.

The soft click of the kettle brought you back to reality and you grabbed the handle to pour water into your mug, only to see you failed to actually put a teabag in it.

To be fair, you would have sworn you had done it, but that was just another prove of you losing your mind. At this rate you were about to burn the kitchen down – not that you felt like cooking… or eating for that matter. Steve was out there, in his own sci-fi movie that had somehow become reality and-

You sighed and set the kettle down, reaching for the box with chamomile tea. Taking one bag, you felt a strange gust of wind and curled into the hoodie as a shiver ran down your spine. Was the air-conditioning misbehaving…? Perhaps it was an aftermath of what they called the Ultron mess-

You shook your head, scolding yourself for getting paranoid and went to finally finish the simplest task of making yourself tea.

Only for your blood turning to ice when you noticed the teabag was missing. You had just put it there half a minute ago, you were sure of it. Your heart started hammering in your chest as you spun on your heels, your eyes scanning the room.

The cupboard behind your head clacked and your head swiftly snapped back to it. Feeling your own pulse pounding in your temples, you forced your brain to come up with a rational explanation.

You were losing your mind, you were imagining things, you hadn’t slept in almost two days, your mind was playing tricks on you-

Another gust of wind and the kettle disappeared from your hands, a shriek escaping your lips. On instinct, you opened the drawer and pulled out a knife. You were probably useless with it, basically offering it the potential attacker as a weapon, because they would be able to disarm you and use it to their advantage, but you didn’t give a shit. You felt better being armed.

What the fuck was happening?!

A man suddenly appeared by your left hip, like a hurricane inside of the room, and your body acted on its own, driving the knife in his side.

Or you attempted to; the knife met something solid that could not have been a body and the blond – he was a blond man, younger, hell, looking younger than you, dressed in a jumpsuit – stared at you with his mouth hanging open.

It was only then when you registered a strange red matter--- no, something unsubstantial, like an energy, swirling and changing, hovering around the blade that had stopped an inch from the man’s torso.

“Taka se ubivate, kolibri,” a female voice sounded from the other side of the room, nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest.

Yet, you couldn’t tear you gaze away from the strange man, whose face was now twisted in annoyed grimace as the woman seemed to be scolding him.

What kind of a language was that anyway?

Really not relevant.

There were two strangers in the Tower, in the very same room as you, they could be talking about how to kill you the most painful way and you wouldn’t even know, and for fuck’s sake, why couldn’t you catch a break-

“Ne ti e zabavno, foĭerverk,” he hummed back, his lips spreading in a smile, baffling you to no end. “Zdraveĭ, krasavitse.”

Your hand still on the handle of the knife that was no longer under your control, of which you refused to let go though because you were not a complete idiot, you had no idea what to do.

The man sounded almost friendly, but then again, villains often did. Sleazy. You would know.

A tremble ran through your body and out of nowhere, you made a lightning-fast decision of kicking the man in the crotch.

Your knee only brushed his manhood when your leg was no longer yours. With horror filling every cell in your body, you realized it was caught in the freaky red spiderweb of energy and you couldn’t move it no matter how much you tried.

Tears filled your eyes and suddenly you were free, the man several feet from you. A gorgeous young woman, dressed even more strangely than him – crimson leather jacket, black and half-torn leather leggings with high boots with way too many straps, her outfit completed by sleeves peeking from under her jacket –, stood next to him, cuffing him in the back of his head.

“Idiot!” she hissed and in the back of your mind, the one tiny corner that was not occupied with the fact you might die in the next second, you thanked god for some words being international.

Then, the girl with long wild red hair smiled at you apologetically, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Hello. Sorry for startling you,” she spoke with thick accent which you identified as Eastern-European and shot her companion a murderous look. “My brother is an ass and doesn’t know the difference between being funny and scaring people.”

She didn’t sound menacing at all; in fact, you saw every responsible older sibling annoyed at their younger family member in her. You blinked away the sting in your eyes and attempted to focus despite the ringing in your ears.

“Huh?” slipped from your lips intelligently, utter confusion gradually replacing your despair.

The blond rolled his eyes, which only earned him another clip round his ear.

“See what you’ve done? This is all your fault!”

“I was just messing around!”

“Do you have any idea what she’s been through? You scared her to death!” the woman hissed, effectively sending you back to the spiral of dismay, your slowly calming heartbeat skyrocketing again.

What did she know about what you had been through?!

With your knees wobbly and not to be trusted to keep you upright on their own anymore, you gripped the counter behind you with such force your muscles cramped.

“Who- who are you?” you breathed out shakily, catching the attention of the supposed sibling duo once more.

The woman smiled warmly, patronizingly almost.

“My name is Wanda and this is my brother, Pietro. We are of Sokovia. Your Captain and the other Avengers found us, showing us that we were fighting on the wrong side of things. Would you like to see?”

Her words echoed in your suddenly dull skull, the meaning escaping you.

And because her last sentence was what made sense the most and yet the least, you nodded.

Later, you would realize just how stupid and trusting you had been when agreeing, mostly because Steve gave you his look of disappointment and horror, but at the moment, it seemed right.

Somehow, on a level you couldn’t quite comprehend, you already understood they weren’t a threat to you.

“See how?”

Wanda smiled.

*Like this,* a ghost of her voice sounded somewhere deep in your mind, making you dizzy. What the hell-? *Please, don’t judge me. I thought I was doing the right thing.*

Before you could question such statement or the fact her lips were not moving while you heard her voice crystal clear, you were thrown into a vortex.

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Ultron had been sure they were coming; he left a bait for them, an easy track to follow. The track they could follow towards their end.

Wanda wasn’t one to enjoy killing or hurting people in general, no. She hadn’t even considered herself a strong person once, but that had all changed with their parent’s deaths. She had had to rely on herself – on herself and on her brother. Where an opportunity had risen, to step up their game and possibly to get revenge on the name still haunting them in their worst nightmares, they hadn’t even hesitated.

Wanda had once been a weakling. It had been the tempering in fire, in a burning pain of experimentation with the sceptre that had made her the woman who she was now.

And she had a mission; she and Pietro had a mission, their chance at revenge finally gaining a shape.

She had already played with Stark’s mind, with the scum only interested in money and destruction; now she could do the same to all of them.

Bursting in with a crash, they clearly hadn’t expected such livid counterattack. A response so… nightmare-like.

Just a flick of wrist and a little concentration on Wanda’s part and they were dropping like dead, trapped in their own minds.

Black Widow, locked in a scary base, ballet dancers, martial art training and merciless killing, her fresh fears creating a horror picture of aiming her gun at her current lover’s head, at her soulmate.

“I should have known you’d never change. You’re nothing but human reduced to a murder machine…”

Thor, oh so mighty God, travelling back to his home planet to a feast, legends messing with his headspace, confusion and helplessness, thunder and lightning all around and out of his control.

“You’ll kill us all! See, son of Odin, close your eyes and see!”

The righteous captain, trapped in his own mind, folded like a house of cards under his soulmate’s dead eyes, anger and accusation blossoming into hate and finally indifference.

“You cared about your 40’s sweetheart more, anyway, didn’t you? If it was her in my place, you would have chosen her before the thousands. You wouldn’t let her blow up… but if I’m nothing to you, then you are nothing to me…”

Satisfied with her work, with only a nudge to their consciousness and their own brains doing the work for her, Wanda smirked as she noticed the busy archer. Now what tricks his could mind come up with? What hardship would he get caught in?

As she slowly sneaked behind his back, a voice snarled behind her, causing her heart to stop from more than a simple fright.

“Kak mozhe neshto tolkova malko da prichini tolkova nepriyatnosti?”

Her first reaction to her blood crystallizing in her veins with horror and rage towards the whole fucking universe, was a snarky reply.

How dared he to call her small? Implying she was weak? Underestimating her and saying that she couldn’t cause any real trouble? Oh, she would show him… that arrogant bastard! She would show him trouble-

“Laĭna…ti mi narichash nepriyatnosti?” she hissed back, carelessly losing the sight of the archer, not interested in him in the slightest all of sudden. “Vie ste strana s greshni khora!”

This stranger, this—this man-machine radiating pain as her powers barely brushed the surface of his mind on instinct… he was the real trouble as she didn’t hesitate to tell him. He was on the wrong side of things! Fraternizing with a mass murderer, with her parent’s killer-

“Pone te sa kho—” he wanted to argue, but they his mind stopped before it started screaming, punching her telepathic powers she seemed suddenly unable to turn off.

Memories, a dozen of his own memories, the way he looked at his soulmark in a mirror, the pain, the sorrow, the torture… his encounter with the Avengers, living with them; with the band of heroes she just put down, one by one, teasing and laughter, compassion and acceptance, even from the man who was supposed to be nothing but a cocky heartless bastard-

“What the hell did you just say?” Bucky rasped, astonished and horrified.

He realized it too then. Everyone always did, didn’t they? Because every person with a soulmark awaited a moment like this; the moment someone would finally say the words matching the ones on their skin, met their expectations or not…

But Bucky Burnes was the farthest from Wanda’s dream when it came to a life-long partner.

Strength is tempered in fire, she remembered reading once. She had once found a special irony in the fact that the treatment by the sceptre felt exactly like that. Wanda’s soul turned to steel with the games the fate had played with her.

So why did her hands fell from their defensive position to her side, limp and drained of all strength and determination they had known, tears stinging her eyes.

Her life was shit and she thought she had made her peace with that. But judging by the deep ache in her chest, she had been holding out for her soulmate more than she had thought. Because why else would it hurt so bad when she found out he was an enemy?

“And I thought Romeo and Juliet was just a lot of crap,” she chuckled bitterly, switching to English when he did.

His thoughts scream at her, disbelief, caution, pain, confusion, regret and hope— ambivalence. He had no idea what to do and he hated her for what she had done to his friends, but the knowledge of her being his, supposedly, it torn him in half, reaching out with willingness to forgive her if she fixed it, because if anyone understood fighting at the wrong side it was him--

Unable to resist, she dug deeper into his mind, baring his very soul, fascinated.

Pietro was still fighting with the archer and Stark, dodging the lame attempts at attack of the Avengers lost in their minds, but for two people, the time stopped.

They stood against each other, staring and motionless, and Wanda was confident she saw more than him. His mind was a tangled mess of emotions and desperate desire to get a hold of them and think rationally, bundle of memories and hopes colliding with reality and rock-solid facts and Wanda felt a pang at her heart, a crushing sensation in her chest when she finally embraced everything his headspace had to offer, getting lost in it.

Lost in him.

James Buchannan Barnes had a beautiful soul. Torn and glued together with little kind gestures from his friends, sweet memories of his sister and everlasting friendship with Steve, his no-longer-little-but-equally-stubborn Steve, Steve’s soulmate, his teammates that accepted Bucky with surprising ease and less judgement anyone would deserve… and the careful way he was giving away the pieces of the very same heart that was barely together, in gentle smiles and good-natured teasing, silent self-declaration of giving his whole life for every single one member of his new-found family.

And Wanda understood. In a fraction of second she looked under the illusions she had helped to build in the Avengers’ minds and saw the truth.

*Pietro, spri!* she cried out straight into his mind, begging him to stop fighting. With another flick of her wrist, her enemies were free of her handiwork, shell-shocked from the experience, too lost to find their footing. “Brat, spri! Pietro… greshim. They are right.”

The battle froze as if the time did and for a second, Wanda felt like she was in her brother’s skin, moving so fast that the world around her stopped turning. The stunned silence was only broken by a soft gush of wind when Pietro appeared by her side.

The Avengers seemed so baffled at her admission they didn’t try to attack them.

She exchanged a look with her twin, hoping her face spoke volumes as tears gathered in her eyes. She was far from convinced that Anthony Stark was a good man; but she knew he was better than the creature they had sworn to assist. And her mother always used to say that a man should be judged by the company he kept. From what she had seen in Bucky Barnes’ head, Stark had one bunch of fine people around; and their imperfections seemed to be balanced by the good they all wished to do.

Pietro understood. Of course he would. More than he could read her expression, he must have felt the change in Wanda’s aura, the transformation touching their bond as well.

He graced her with a reluctant nod of agreement. Via their mental connection, he whispered he trusted her. Her lips curled up in a tender smile.

“Are we just gonna stand here? Are we fighting together or against each other or what?!”

No, Tony Stark was by no means a man she would call good. In fact, she already found out he was an ass. But now, he had become her ally.

From all the eyes on their duo, she chose to meet her soulmate’s.

“Together, Anthony. Because there’s bigger malice in this world than you are.”

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Wanda nearly cut you off right then. The rest of what she showed was a blur of images, fear, pain and determination, destruction and cooperation, all of that leading to this very moment. It all resembled waking up from a very intense confusing dream, being pulled away into consciousness by the first sunrays of the dawn.

You blinked heavily as the world swayed off its place, the counter seemingly in a peculiar angle from your point of view.

Why was the lamp not up, but on the side? Why was it spinning?

“Oops. Sorry. Never made the connection for such a long period of time-“ a voice reached you, breaking through the hush of blood and your own heartbeat in your ears.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get a fucking grip on both your body and thoughts.

Bucky had a soulmate?

No, not relevant, the images were too unclear for you to be sure everyone made it out alright, you needed to see Steve first, you had to-

By the time Steve’s figure appeared in your field of vision, you were certain you were steady on your feet and finally managed to control your mouth.

“Steve!” you cried out excitedly as you sprang his direction, relief mixing with delight, because he was alive, he was not bleeding visibly, he-

-was suddenly graced with an identical twin, two loving tired smiles blending into one and splitting into two the next moment, swimming in your vision and you felt something solid grabbing your body and positioning it right into his strong arms.

You gazed at him in haze, melting into his warm and firm embrace, spotting a swirl of red energy flow around you.

Oh. Wanda’s work, no doubt. Sweet.

“Are you okay, doll? Are you sick? What happened?”

Wanda’s guilt was nearly solid in your reach, but you only let your head lull onto Steve’s shoulder, plunging into the fluff of love that his presence provided.

“Nah. I’m fine… just drunk on you…” you mumbled.

The girl’s bubbly relieved laughter rang in the room, bringing a satisfied smile on your face.

Steve’s kiss landed on your forehead, corners of his own lips upright despite the concern in his voice.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s just get you to bed…”

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Part 5

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Thank you for reading!

I chose Bulgarian, just to avoid traditional Russian this once. Bucky is a Winter Soldier after all and he should know how to speak 30 languages or so :D just thought this would work. Google translator used; apologize for any mistakes.

I hope you had an okay start to 2021 :-*

[theonewhospeaksinweird]

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 3

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

Last part of this oneshot!~ The next stories that will be posted will be requests that I've gotten!~ Exciting!~

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Part 2

After two more hours of ignoring Fuyuhiko's stares, and having an entire hour of practice of some new moves in the school dojo, I was extremely tired mentally as I trudged through the mostly empty halls to detention. I wasn't worried about Fuyuhiko bothering me anymore since I'm sure Kiyotaka would kick him out if he tried to come in to talk to me.

A heavy sigh resonated from me as I walked through the door, greeted by the sight of red eyes boring into me expectantly.

"(Y/N)-Sama! It is good to see that you did not forget your detention! Please, have a seat and keep in mind the following rules-"

Guiltily, I toned out Taka's words as I turned to sit down, only to stop right in my tracks as I saw my detention partner.

"-and lastly, no music or talking to the other students! Fuyuhiko-Sama is your only other fellow delinquent today, so I hope that will not cause any problems,"

No matter how much I wanted to speak, I couldn't. The boy leaned back in his far right corner seat, black suit and all, stinging his green eyes into me and looking relatively unhappy but not fully upset.

"(Y/N)-Sama, please take your seat," Kiyotaka ordered, spurring me into motion hesitantly as I stiffly sat down. 'Well, there is a no talking rule so he can't bother me without getting in trouble. It's only 30 minutes, then I can run out to Gundham's car outside.'

Forcing myself to relax, I just took out my notebook and began brainstorming ideas for a new dance set. All was silent, excluding the scratching of Kiyotaka and I's pencils against our papers, for about 15 minutes which made me forget that Fuyuhiko was even there. That is until the silence was broken by loud, mixed laughter and the sound of something being sprayed.

Of course, this caught the Ultimate Moral Compass's attention, making him stand him and march out towards the noise.

"Excuse me for a moment, please. . . Leon-kun! Mondo-kun! Please stop running in the halls and- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THESE LOCKERS?!" Hearing chuckling behind me, I reluctantly turn my head to the left to glance at the root of all my recent problems, only to see him already smirking at me.

"It's amazing what people will do for $100 and a few threats,"

The Yakuza stood up confidently and made his way beside me where he leaned against the desk immediately to my left. "You know, when someone ratted me out earlier to the "Pain-In-The-Ass Compass" for yanking on you and yelling, I thought it was a stroke of bad luck, but now I see it as the perfect opportunity to interrogate," It was quiet between us for a few more moments, and just like 15 minutes ago my body locked up and wouldn't move unless forced. I could feel and see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, a neutral face on his face as he filled in the quiet.

"What's your story? Where did you come from?" He was being surprisingly calm for some reason. 'Wonder what he's figured out about me.'

Clearing my throat and swallowing the nonexistent saliva in my mouth, I kept my eyes on my paper. "I don't know what you're talking about," 'He's probably talking about that. Obviously.'

"Don't play dumb. Peko and I did a little looking around on our servers and the school records for you. Found out some interesting things." I forced myself to act nonchalant while simultaneously pushing down the nervous bile rising in my throat. I couldn't let him know how on edge he had me.

"Oh? Like what, that I like to dance? 'Cause if you had to search around for that fact-"

"That's not what I'm talking about, (Y/N), and you know it," he slowly moved in front of me, leaning on my desk towards me with an accusing gaze, "Or should I say "Korean Tengu"?"

Even though I already knew that that was what he was going to say, I still flinched and clenched my jaw out of disdain for the name. My uncomfortable response made the bastard smirk since I just showed he was right. 'No point in denying this part, I'll see how much he knows. At least it seems like the school actually held up their end of the bargain.'

"How did you find out about that?"

"I have many resources as the next heir to the biggest Yakuza family in Japan. Illegal fighting rings are right up my alley. But that's not the important thing, is it?" 'Fuck, what is he getting at now? There's so many things he could've found out.'

Fuyuhiko reached into his jacket pocket and unfolded a piece of paper before slamming it on my desk and continuing to lean on my desk. It was an article with an accompanying picture; one that made my blood run cold.

"Care to explain why the undefeated champion of an entire illegal fighting ring killed her own dad? And only a day after her 2nd championship win at that?" The short boy's smirk was gone and his surprisingly hardened face made me shudder. He already knew the answer to the question, he was just seeing how I would react. This felt like the interrogations I had to undergo for the police, minus the pitying looks the officers gave me then. It was getting hard to breath right. I could barely look at the picture the article displayed of my dead father's beat up body. It just confirmed what I already knew for the past 2 years.

"You don'. . . it's not. . . I didn't. . ."

"I think you did. And I also think that one "Ruler of Hell" knows all about this as well. Don't think I didn't notice how cozy you two were yesterday," That spurred me to spew out a defense. I was getting desperate and didn't want him to connect Gundham to me.

"Leave him alone! He didn't do anything, so keep him out of this!"

"Not until you tell me what your connection is to him, and why you killed your own father, bitch!"

Too little air, so many voices, harsh words, harsher hits. It all came rushing back as I remembered everything that still haunted me every time I fall asleep. My head lifted up to stare at Fuyuhiko with an unadulterated hatred as his young and only slightly upset image flickered back and forth to an old, furious one that returned the same gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut so I could respond without freezing up. My body ached faintly as though I had fresh wounds and bruises just like I did back then. Tears burned my shut eyes but I force them away.

"That bastard deserved to die. You don't understand what he put me through. . . what he threatened to do to my brother and mom. . ! I was the only thing protecting them, keeping him at bay! I spent years fighting, getting better, becoming the best at fighting no matter what. Years of running my body into my own grave as I risked my life against grown ass men," A slightly insane, masochistic laugh strained from my throat as I hugged myself and dropped my face to one purely neutral, eyes still closed.

"But he still wanted more. A mere hour after my final championship, winning the grand prize money of half a million dollars and trophy, he said it: that he wanted to sell me to a dojo to make me continue training and. . . kill people with the new skills," I swallow thickly, opening my eyes to a now perturbed Fuyuhiko.

I'm sure he wasn't unsettled by me having to kill someone but by the fact that my dad, my family, tried selling me. Just for money. Hajime told me once that Fuyuhiko didn't have the best relationship with anyone in his family and that he always got flack from his dad about how soft he was at times, but I'm sure even his dad never tried to sell him. All I did was laugh dryly at his face as I tried to ignore the obvious hallucination of my dad flickering over him.

My gaze instead honed in on the mangled remains pictured in the paper below. It grounded me. Fed into my weak reassurance that he wasn't really here. Not anymore.

"He would have gotten 75% of each paycheck I received from a hit. It was all about money with him. Nothing more. And if he had sold me, he would have moved on to my brother and made him do something with dangerous animals to keep a flow of revenue since even then that little diva had a way with animals. Obviously couldn't let that happen.

"I don't know what he used it all on but I'm sure it was nothing good. But hey, at least he didn't add domestic abuse or double child neglect to his track record, though that was only because that was my one condition for staying with him: that he didn't touch my brother and mom and took care of them financially." A beat of time.

"Gundham's your brother. . ."

It wasn't really a question from him, but more of a realization since I'm guessing him and Peko at least tried to put Gundham somewhere in my life story's cast roll. I was too tired to dispute; besides I'm sure he would have figured it out eventually.

That revelation hung in the air as a deathly silence seemed to blanket the world. I was inexplicably exhausted from my inner turmoil of emotions and felt very vulnerable having told one of my deepest secrets to the boy that reminded me of my dad. The ironic smile that twisted my lips stuck as I drew a deep breath to calm myself down. The nervousness churning in my stomach almost made me want to throw up again.

"I'm sorry," 'Doth my ears deceive me?'

Sneaking a peek up at Fuyuhiko allowed me to read the regret and uncomfortableness that painted his face. He shuffled on his feet and avoided all eye contact with me.

"I didn't know you were forced into it, I just thought you did it for fun when you were younger, your dad let you, and the flashbacks were from people you fought. I guess. . . I should've just minded some of my own fucking business after that whole. . . shit show that happened yesterday so. . . yeah. . ."

My eyes widened in surprise at the half assed apology, his words trailing off at the end. I wasn't expecting anything like that coming from him. 'I guess when you think you've seen everything, the universe pulls a shifty one on you.' Since I couldn't verbally respond out of shock, I just tilted my face downwards to hide my watering eyes.

Other than the principal, only Gundham and our mom knew about any of this, and they both always took pity on me for what I had to go through for them. The sincerity of Fuyuhiko's words wasn't riddled with a consoling tone, but one of understanding which made me feel better than any comforting words. Didn't even try to address my situation, he just excused his own behavior which I suppose is in character.

I have never been angry at my family for acting the way they do towards me but I've always wished that I could share my story with someone who understood what it was like to go against your own nature just to please someone else; I guess I accidentally found that person in Fuyuhiko. Now don't get me wrong, I still think he's a little asshat that has a problem with managing his emotions, but I suppose everyone has their faults.

Swiping at my stinging eyes, I sniff before looking up at him and nodding in acknowledgment, no longer seeing my dad's haunting figure. When I did that, it seemed the tenseness in his shoulders washed away. Guess he really doesn't know how to deal with anyone's emotions. At any rate, I eventually found my voice as I started to put my things away into my backpack while settling back into my regular demeanor.

"Thanks, I guess. Just stop snooping around in other people's lives and this won't be a problem for you ever again, kid," Aaaaand back to normal we go. His respectful silence was officially over because of my comment.

"What the fuck did you say?! I already fucking apologized and don't call me a shitty kid!" His cheeks turned red as he finally sat up from leaning on my desk and clenched his hands at his sides.

"Yeah, a half-assed apology about digging up my traumatic past makes me feel real better.~ But I bet that was really hard for you, huh?~ Don't worry, it will get easier with time.~"

"Like hell I'm ever apologizing to your ass again! I shouldn't have even done it the first fucking time!" His excessive cussing made him even cuter and childlike. Like a kid thinking he's badass for using bad words. By now I had gotten my stuff packed and stood up to my full height just to mess with him.

"Oh, I think you will eventually, Baby.~"

It's fun riding the line of death and teasing. Just as predicted, Fuyuhiko got even madder since I was now obviously a lot taller than him, and because I called him "Baby". Then he paused and smirked all of a sudden.

"Only if it's after I fucking kill you." 'Oh I have the perfect way to turn this around.~'

"What? You said you're going to kill me by fucking me?~ Jeez, at least take me to a few dinners first, there's a fancy restaurant down the street.~"

Satisfaction replaced the shame on my face that was probably supposed to be there at the sight of Fuyuhiko's embarrassed and shocked face. I took this opportunity to wink at him before walking around him and out of the classroom. It was well past our time to be in here. Not even a few seconds later, I heard his angry little footsteps run after me as I lazed down the hallway.

"That's not what I fucking meant and you know it, bastard!! Why the fuck would I even want to fuck you anyway?!"

"Hey, I don't know, I can't tell what you're thinking.~"

"I wasn't thinking anything like that, fucker! And stop calling me those damn pet names!!"

"No, I don't think I will, doll.~"

This retort causes a string of curses to fly from Fuyuhiko's mouth towards me, putting even a sailor to shame. Eventually he stops swearing and walking but doesn't respond, and I can see him staring up at me from the corner of my eye. The small male reaches into his jacket, where he apparently keeps everything, and takes out my hat. 'Oh yeah, I did kinda leave that on the ground yesterday, though I didn't expect him to pick it up.'

Of course, he can't just hand it to me normally, so what I got was my hat slapping me in my face before falling into my arms. I couldn't help the little smile that tilted up the corners of my mouth as I tilted my head questioningly towards him. He wasn't scary now that he wasn't trying to punch and expose me.

"Listen up, idiot. I'm only going to say this once so pay attention," he sighed and seemed to get a bit serious again, "Just so you know, I'm not gonna do anything with what I learned about you, and I'm not gonna try and recruit you into my yakuza either."

This clarification made me a bit more at ease since I was unconsciously thinking about those possibilities. But Fuyuhiko looked like he wanted to add something, so I raised a brow as I placed my hat on.

"Anything else?~" He scoffed at my prompting but continued.

"But. . . if you ever decide to, y'know, get back into action with practicing your skills in the field, I'm lacking manpower in turf fights sometimes so even a shitty dancer like you can maybe help out. You wouldn't be killing anyone and you could, y'know, stop whenever you wanted," He looked embarrassed again, just for even hinting at offering me a spot in his yakuza. There was nothing else I could do but laugh which Fuyuhiko obviously took the wrong way.

"You could have just said no! There no need to laugh, next time I won't offer you shit-"

"Pfft, no no, that's n-not why I'm laughing!~ I just- you're too- haha!~" My laughter kept interrupting my own sentences, and all I could do is double over while raising a hand in a request for patience. Even through my joy, I could feel the anger meter rising in Fuyuhiko the longer I took to compose myself.

"Shut the hell up and say it already, bitch!!"

"Okay, okay, I'm fine," a few chortles died out as I stood up straight again, "Hun, I'm not laughing at your offer, I'm laughing at your embarrassed face.~ You get so flustered too easily.~" A look of disbelief from him turns quickly to anger.

"That's not any fucking better than laughing at what I said, dumbass!" My clarification only made his cheeks redder, "Enough of this, let's go before Ishimaru gets back. I only paid those idiots to preoccupy him until 2 pm and it's 10 'til." The red faced yakuza turned on his heel and quickly walked the rest of the way down the hall with me following him in stride but with fewer steps.

"I think you're just trying to escape from me.~ Am I making you too worked up?~"

"Shit, don't say it like that!! Fuck you, you tall ass bean pole!" 'Opportunities just love to present themselves to me, don't they?~'

Moving to walk beside him instead of behind, I lean down close to his ear with a smile full of bad intentions.

"What the fuck-?"

"Fuck me?~ When and where, Baby?~"

A shit-eating grin spread across my face as he turned into a cherry tomato. I took this as my cue to leave, and attempt to save myself from the oncoming ass whooping I was sure would come once Fuyuhiko came to his senses.

"Oh, would you lookie there, that's my brother's car.~ Welp, gotta blast!~"

I took big and fast strides to the black convertible that had my brother surfing his phone, and the Four Devas playing around on the dashboard. When I hopped over the door and landed into the seat, he put his phone away and started to speak. The Devas ran across the leather and jumped all over me, squeaking and nuzzling me. Their little paws scrambling all over me just added fuel to my laughing fire.

"Hello, sister of mine.~ How was-"

"Hey hey, we gotta go, Gundham.~ I'm gonna die, start the car!~" Contrasting my urgent words, laughter poked through my words as I turned to smile back at the forthcoming, fuming Fuyuhiko.

"Get back here, (Y/N)!! I outta have you fucking sold to a whorehouse!!"

Gundham's eyes widened in surprise at what he yelled as he started the car.

"Now wait just a moment, you quarter-sized halfling-"

"Already tried it, not very fun!~ Go, bro, or we're both gonna be a part of the BABY'S tantrum!~" I pronounced the nickname extra loud just for shits and giggles.

"Fucker, get out of the goddamn car and face me!!" Just before the angery boi reaches our car, Gundham finally listened to what I said and peeled off, making me have to reach up and hold my hat to my head. Watching Fuyuhiko get smaller in the side mirror, I let out a loud laugh which made my sibling continually glance from the road to me in confusion.

"Would you care to explain why that fiendish devil, the one who you swore personal oath to avoid for as long as possible, has just threatened your being with a 'whorehouse'? Is he still bothering you?" There was a contained anger that rose in my brother's voice toward the end of his question, making me realize what that exchange looked like to him. The Devas looked back and forth from me and Gundham, sensing the clash of our different tones.

"Oh, yeah, we're coolish now.~ Some things happened during detention that made us realize that. . . we aren't that different." My previously wide smile simmered down to a melancholic one as I dragged my hat down to my lap. The four little hamsters sniffed at it before climbing inside to lay down. Probably seeing the truth in my peaceful expression, Gundham relaxed and went silent for a few moments.

"You told him, didn't you?" I nodded.

"Yeah, but he kinda dug up part of the story with Peko, the little shit.~ I just filled in blanks and details once I realized he wouldn't stop bothering me if I didn't.~" A weary sigh from my right.

"Was that the correct choice of action? He could use it against you one day."

That questioning made me doubt what Fuyuhiko reassured me earlier about not blackmailing me. My fingers ran over the soft fur of the now sleeping Devas as I thought. The idea of just blindly trusting a Yakuza's verbal "promise" sounded stupid to anyone with common sense. . . but I haven't had any of that for a few days now, so there's no point in getting some now.

And sure, we could discuss the potentially lethal repercussions of everything I just did to Fuyuhiko that will bite me in the ass tomorrow, but is this really the time?~ I hardly think so.~ Right now was the time for answering my brother with an unhealthy amount of confidence, considering the kind of answer I was giving.

"Yeah.~ It was.~"

This part was short too, but I hope you enjoyed it!~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 1

Part 2

[hawklanthebard]

Fractured Diamond: Chapter One

"Good game today, guys!" Leon spoke as enthusiastic as he could between short breaths as he wiped his red, drenched face with one of the handtowels Taka, of course, had prepared for them. "Whew! Today'd kick insomnia's ass." 

"Language, Kuwata." Taka chided as he grazed an ice-cold water bottle against Leon's cheek.

"What? 'Ass' isn't a swear word. C'mon, man. Mondo swears and you say nothing. And he says worse things than 'ass'!" 

Taka hadn't broken scolding eye contact with Leon as he handed a bottle to Mondo. "Swearing is part of Mondo's character. I still scold him for other things, like when he doesn't completely wipe his face after eating. I always have to pick off a grain of rice from his mouth when we pass in the hallway." 

Leon smirked. "Oh, is that what you call it?" 

If he was paying attention and his abs weren't sore, the red-head would've been able to duck from the basketball as it bouched off his sweaty midsection with a hard, wet pat. "Oof!" 

"Next time, I'll aim lower, Kuwata." Mondo shot a half-wholehearted-half-serious glare. Although, he wasn't completely sure why he'd even bother hiding the implications. Everyone in Hope's Peak knew. It was practically an unavoidable subject. Still, he supposed it was worth protecting Taka's honor, even if it was from a half-wit joke. 

Leon's knees buckled as he leaned against a locker for support and the other arm clenched over his abdomen. "Noted." he groaned with a pained smile as he sat down to catch his breath. "What about you, Fujisaki? You were a lot faster today." 

Chihiro brushed a soaked strand of hair from his eyes. "Oh. Thank you. Although, all of that praise should go to Mondo. It was his training that got me here." The little programmer exchanged a sheepish smile to the biker, who then returned a genuinely proud one. 

Chihiro came a long way since their first year, posing as a girl as not to be called out for being "weak for a boy". The jeers from students in the hallway didn't help much either. But with much time and patience, Chihiro was finally able to come out to Mondo, then slowly to Taka and Leon. All three were unconditionally supportive and swore to keep the secret. Even mustering up the courage to ask to play Shirts vs Skins with them. 

"Hey, don't give me too much credit. My role was easy, but you did the hard part on your own. Askin' for help takes guts." Mondo gave himself a sad chuckle as he scratched his shoulder. Guts he wished he had. "Maybe one day, you'll be playing Skins against me."

"Oh, that reminds me." Leon chimed in. "I've been meaning to ask this. I know why Chihiro chose to be Shirts, but why you, Mondo?"

Mondo looked up from where he was sitting, previous traces of humor silenced. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, I mean, c'mon. A big muscular guy like you? I'd thought you'd wanna show them off."

"What, you trying to hit on me?" Mondo hid his suspicion with a chuckle. "I mean, we all know you chose Skins to show off that new piercing."  Maybe changing the subject would steer Leon away, Mondo thought. 

Much to Mondo's relief, Leon's cheeks grew pink as he glanced at his new shiny nipple ring. "Oh yeah, ya got me there." he laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Uh, so, you think Maizono noticed? Think she likes it?" 

"Heh. I wouldn't count on it, Kuwata. I think she's into that Naegi kid she hangs out with." 

"Huh?!" Leon gasped, "Am I trying too hard? Is she more into ordinary guys?" Mondo reached a hand to Leon's shoulder. "Relax. You've got just as much as a chance with her as that smelly mechanic dude has with the princess chick."

"But that guy has NO chance!" Leon cried, sweeping Mondo's hand off his shoulder. 

"Sorry, bro." the biker laughed. Leon turned away embarrassed, face redder than his hair. Mondo knew he would have to make it up to him later, but right now he's just glad that avoided talking about...that....with Leon. 

Ding dong, bing bong!

The school bell rang to announce the students to return to their dorms for the night. Saved by the bell, as they say. 

The four boys made no rush to put on their street clothes, they were going to put them in the laundry anyway. They stuffed their gym belongings into their own duffle bags and headed out the locker room. Mondo had stuffed his school jacket in there too, leaving on his tank top. A decision he'd soon regret. 

Leon glanced at Mondo's shoulder, something peeked under the white fabric, just between his neck and shoulder blade. A faint scar. 

"Hey, Mondo. How'd you get that scar?"

His words were cut short when he bumped into the biker's back with a strong thud. Leon looked up at Mondo, who didn't glance back. His eyes shrouded in shadow from his hair, but the aura around him was unmistakably filled with something Mondo gave off regularly, but only on very bad days with just the four of them; Rage. 

"What did you say?" the biker spoke menacingly, causing the baseball star to cower like a homeless kitten.

"I-I just asked where you got that sca..?" 

"I heard you, dipshit!" Mondo spat, "I'm asking how did you know?!"

"Uh, I...can.." Leon swallowed, his body shaking like a leaf. 

Taka placed a gentle hand on Mondo's shoulder, trying to ease the tension. "Hey, what's wrong, bro? Leon didn't mean to cause any strife." Despite his attempts, Mondo's anger hadn't faltered. 

"Did you see it too?! Or you?!" Mondo shot a panicked glare at Taka and Chihiro, who felt as if his fragile heart had left his chest at the sudden accusation. Leon stood between them, facing Mondo again.

"Hey, calm down, dude! It was me! I was the first and only one who noticed it. Don't drag them into this!"

"For your sake, you'd fuckin' better be the only one who knows! If your nosey ass tells anyone, I'm gonna make sure it's the last mistake you ever make, Kuwata!" And with that, Mondo stormed out of the gym, leaving the three shocked and confused. 

Mondo slammed his door so hard, he'd sure knock it off its hinges if he did it again. Tossing his duffle bag on the floor without a care as to where it landed, he stomped to the bathroom sink and splashed some cold water on his face, an anger management technique he learned from Taka. When he was done, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His pompadour shroud over his face, strands of long light brown hair scattered everywhere in a tangled mess. He didn't look like the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. He didn't look like a Diamond. Like a child afraid of their own shadow, he was a coward afraid of his own scars. He was just as weak as he was then. That day.   

[cheeryfairygender]

Oh, that's so swag about sharing a b-day with Nagisa! /gen /pos That's neat tbh /gen

In terms of Vocaloid/UTAUloid recommendations, I've currently been listening to Pyrite Girl and What Gave It Away, both songs made by R.I.P. (with Pyrite Girl originally sung by Kagamine Rin, and What Gave It Away originally sung by Otomachi Una) on loop. Oh, and if you ever wanna listen to some good Kasane Teto covers (and I genuinely mean good /gen), look no further than Tanjiro Taidana and their covers. They're an amazing ass UTAUloid song artist/tuner, and while they primarily use Teto, they also occasionally use other UTAUloids and even Vocaloids.

Yeah, buffalo wings can be spicy, heh. In terms of wings or the sauce of whatever food item, there's usually a mild option, a medium option, a hot option, and so forth (sometimes). Depending on that, they can be spicy. However, I have a tolerance with spicy food, as well as a huge love for spicy food, so I'm a bit bias in terms of if a certain food is spicy or not /lh However, I completely respect you not tending to not like spicy food! /gen /nm I get that it's not everyone's cup of tea.

Yeah, I can definitely understand your opinion on the artstyle. Looking at the examples you provided, it honestly makes complete sense /gen (not /s). And considering I've completed DRV3, yeah, it's kind of unique compared to the other two [main] games /neu

Oh, and as for the air fryer thing you mentioned in the tags, you can usually figure out how to use it+how to airfry certain things by looking it up! Just type in Google if you can airfry XYZ food, and it'll usually give the suggested temperature and time. I'm sure you can airfry sweet potato fries, as you can airfry regular French fries (whether they're frozen or from a fast food place)! /gen /nf I feel that sounds dumb and easier said than done, but if it makes you feel better, I didn't know how to use it at first for quite awhile /gen /lh (not /s)

Oh oh, and don't worry about not adding reply icons! It's all good /lh /gen /nm

TBH I want to like spicy food but it's a sensory issue for me because I can't tolerate the pain very well, and I don't like a lot of flavors of the actual food that has spice. But oddly enough, I like Japanese style curry. It's super good. Apparently as a little kid I liked spicy food though which makes it super weird I grew out of it. I really like sour food, though! I think the issue is that spice stays in your mouth even after eating, but sour goes away super fast (unless you injure your mouth/tongue from too much/too strong sour food).

I just generally don't like things with strong flavors...like, I don't even like how black pepper tastes. I tend to eat...bread. And sweet baked products. I usually just eat a lot of samefoods but my sister is an incredible cook so I eat whatever she makes when she cooks! Otherwise I just kinda graze on snacks.

Also I listened to the music and it's super interesting /positive, I like finding smaller vocal synth artists! Also yes yes I've heard Tanjiro before and he's GREAT at utauloid tuning. I feel like utauloids are often tuned better than vocaloids nowadays because you have to put in more effort to get them to sound good and it's easier to just put less work in for vocaloid.

Airfryers are just super intimidating IG I think we got ours for free from someone who didn't need it??

Also to make it clear I don't like...dislike v3? It's a cool game, it just doesn't satisfy the itch the first two games give me, which honestly makes sense. The original Danganronpa series ended on purpose--they reached a good end for it. V3 is kinda like a new beginning so you can't go into it wanting what the original series had. I feel like the graphics/art style for Danganronpa didn't age well with time. For the original games, it made a lot more sense considering when they came out and the consoles they were released on, but that kinda sloppy, eccentric style doesn't transfer well when there's a higher production value like v3 has I think.

I think the WEIRDEST thing is how...much worse the games got in terms of jokes/content. Like, the things about incest and any homophobia got way worse. Kaito says slurs against gay men/trans women in the Japanese version more than once, I think.

In SDR2, most characters are implied to be bi and wlw or mlm. There's less in DRTHH, but they're still there. The original games write queer characters subtly but in a very good way. You still have this subtle writing for v3 but they completely upped the explicit jokes to the point it isn't silly or funny...just uncomfortable. (Mikan, Teruteru, Kazuichi, Nagito, Hajime, Imposter, and Nekomaru are all implied to be queer off the top of my head. Makoto, Mondo, Taka, Chihiro, Hifumi, Mukuro, Junko, and Leon are all implied to be queer iirc as well.) Like with Leon in DRTHH, his cousin has romantic feelings for him, but he makes it SUPER clear he hates it and it makes him super uncomfortable. But then I think v3 just has straight up incest with the monokubs? I'm not sure if the other characters reacted uncomfortably to it or not, though. But just...the way the characters talk/the jokes they make totally changed. It's super odd to me. It really takes me out of it and it

I guess my main issue is the shift in how the characters act, less context for the behavior of the characters (like, DRTHH extends into SDR2, and vice versa. Each game lends into each other), transferal/execution of the Danganronpa style, as well as the user interface. The user interface is super busy and confusing for me.

Also, the characters are intense like usual but in a super weird way. Like...negatively? In DRTHH, they were all extreme in a way normal teens could be. Instead, they feel like...superheroes. Like, their whole talents are pushed too hard. In SDR2, they were still extreme but in an, again, rather normal way.

I just seriously love the characters though. I think it's a good game, but you can't play it and expect an experience like the original series. You can only really play it and do your best to not compare it at all.