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crimsonkenjii-writes · 4 years ago

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heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card

may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)

Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol

This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡

This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)

Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡

AU: Life Without Demons

♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡

♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡

Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.

“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.

Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.

Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”

Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.

Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders

When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.

Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)

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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.

You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.

Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.

Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.

They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.

Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.

Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.

You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries

Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.

The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)

Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)

Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!

Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.

Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.

“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.

Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.

The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”

Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)

Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays

Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname

Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies

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ryozoro · 4 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unknown: hey little lamb, its yer senpai <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yn: oh?

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

Yn: you flirt a lot

Yn: how old are you ?

Tani Senpai <3: 28 years young bb

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

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

Yn: do you by chance,, like memes?

Tani Senpai <3: ofc, especially hornee ones.

Yn: haha.. well I gotta go,

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

Yn: aye aye captain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tani Senpai <3: you look hot like that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be outside on the bike, bubs.”

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

Yn: that wasn’t meant for you -

Tani Senpai <3: shame, I love killing stalking

Yn: wait,, really? 👀

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

Yn: .. deal :)

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

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neverminditsnamjoon · 4 years ago

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BTS Cuddling/Showing Affection (HCs)

In honor of Yoongi’s birthday, here is my first writing project for BTS! Massive thank you to @yoongisshadow for being my partner in crime, editor/proofreader, and providing some of the gifs!! Go follow her if you’re not already--she’s amazing!

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff, rated PG

Word Count: ~1800

Jin

If he’s chilling on the couch, he likes when you put your head on his shoulder

That way he can rest his head against yours

Has definitely fallen asleep in this position (more than once)

He tends to sleep with his hands resting on his stomach

If you’re there, he’ll fold one of your hands under his, smiling serenely when you rub your fingers in circles over his tummy

If you’re laying in bed, he prefers to lay against your side, with a single arm thrown over your midsection

Will immediately wake up if you move

He enjoys other forms of cuddling as well

Like letting you rest with your head in his lap

“So you can look up and see my handsome face.”

He also loves hugs a ridiculous amount (have you seen those shoulders?? perfect for Hug!!)

Jin will find any excuse to hug you, and wraps his arms around you until he can literally feel you relax into him

Acts of service are his love language

So you best bet he’s gonna cook for you

If Jin doesn’t bring you food (and feed it to you himself) at least once a day, you get worried

You’re his go-to taste tester, and you get stupidly happy upon hearing Jin call to you from the kitchen, “Honey, come taste this for me.”

He owns a Kiss the Cook apron, and he will definitely enforce it

Yoongi

Yoongi shows affection by giving you nice gifts

Sometimes it’s a coffee, made just the way you like it

Sometimes it’s a $1300 Chanel necklace

There’s no telling lol

Whether it’s a four-dollar coffee or something extravagant, the gift is always presented with a shrug and a nonchalant expression

But when you kiss him and whisper your thanks, he’s all gums

“Bad Boy” doesn’t do PDA, at all. However-

He is known to fall asleep at random, and you usually happen to be sitting next to him when he does

Taehyung has an album on his phone just for pictures of Yoongi snoozing on your shoulder, his mouth open

Tae never posts them for fear of his own life, but he’s sent you a couple

One of them is your lockscreen

When it’s just the two of you, he relaxes a little more

It’s a subtle, quiet vulnerability, but you’ve learned to pick up on it

When he gives you a gummy smile after you’ve had a bad day, you know it means “I care about you”

When he brushes his fingers across your back, you know he’s saying “I love you”

When he asks, “are you cold?”, you know it’s an invitation to curl up into his side

His arm around your shoulder is enough to feel how much he enjoys your presence

You toss and turn in the night, but Yoongi is in the exact same place when you wake

“Of course he’ll be a rock in his next life,” you think to yourself. “He already sleeps like one.”

Hobi

Bangtan’s resident Aquarius isn’t always the best at showing his emotions via physical affection

So Hobi doesn’t do any mushy-gushy affection in public

Mostly, it’s just him always trying to make you laugh

Goofy dances, dumb jokes, and silly faces. Anything to see his girl smile :’)

Every once in a while, he’ll give you a colored drawing he made, giggling a cute amount when he sees you’re excited about it

When he’s really, really tired, Hobi gets cuddly

He loves laying on his back between your legs, with his arms resting on them

If he leans his head back against your chest, he can hear the soft thrum of your heartbeat

This sound lulls him to sleep without fail, and it’s the sole reason he gets enough rest sometimes

When you come home from a rough day at work, he holds his arms open to you and squeezes you tight

For a man who’s an actual wordsmith, he can get mighty tongue-tied around you

So he puts his most intimate confessions in his raps

No one will ever hear them, but he utters them quietly to you when he thinks you’re asleep

He goes beet red one night when you open your eyes and gaze up at him with more love than you thought you could ever feel

“You wrote that for me?”

He can only sputter and chuckle nervously in response, but you kiss him and say, “I love it.”

“I love you,” is his answer, accompanied by his brilliant smile

Namjoon

A very loving and sweet boyfriend, as we all can guess

Even being the leader of one of the biggest bands in the world, Joon manages to be a pillar of emotional support for you

He’s always sure to check in with you between practices and recording sessions, or when he’s away on tour

Has never forgotten a birthday or anniversary, treating you to a lovely dinner and flowers every time

He’s never afraid to show his affection for you wherever you happen to be

Sometimes it’s the weight of an arm slung over your shoulders, and a soft kiss pressed to the side of your head

The boys don’t even make fun of him for being affectionate, partly out of fear and partly out of respect because they can tell he loves you so much

When you’re out and about, it’s hand holding

One of your favorite memories is walking down the street downtown, window shopping and judging people together

You’re not sure how Joon makes hand-holding look and feel so cool, but he does

His love language is definitely words of affirmation, but he still likes getting you little gifts here and there, especially while he’s abroad

He knows better than to buy you anything breakable, for fear that it might not get to you in one piece lol

No matter what, they’re always thoughtful

Insists on being the big spoon all the time

So he can kiss the top of your head and wrap his arms around you to make you feel safe

Joon usually wakes up before you and makes breakfast, but on the rare occasion you get up first, he always comes looking for you

Just imagine a sleepy Namjoon waking up and calling out, “Baby?” when you get up before him :(

Jimin

This boy is constantly kissing you, holding your face with both hands and giggling

And he WILL pout if you’re not constantly kissing him too

Always has his arms around you, hugging you from the back with his chin resting on your shoulder

His favorite thing to do, to make you smile every time, is sweeping you along with him for a dance

Even if you’re not coordinated, he twirls you around the room, singing loudly until he sees you smile

“You’re doing great, baby!”

Jimin showers you with compliments every chance he gets

From your outfit to your hair, to your talents to your glowing personality, he’s got a smooth compliment for it

When you’re relaxing in the evenings together, and Jimin is extra snuggly, he’ll push you over onto the couch and lay on top of you

He thrives on skin-to-skin contact and doesn’t care who sees

Because Jimin is babie, and better yet, he’s YOUR baby

He can fall asleep in any position, as long as you’re snuggled up with him

Hands holding, arms around each other, whatever--it’s all good to Mochi

He prefers to be woken up by you, instead of any of the members, because he can get kisses from you with just a second of puppy dog eyes

Will shamelessly flirt with you regardless of setting, and has definitely made eyes at you while he’s on stage or interviewing

Lots of people have one or two love languages, but Park Jimin has all five

He brings you gifts after every trip, and at this point you have more stuffed animals than you can count

Taehyung

Also constantly kissing your face

Highkey loves it when you play with his hair (the man is basically a golden retriever)

He’s known to nuzzle his face into your neck, especially if he’s sleepy

Physical affection (giving and receiving) is the recipe for his happiness

Arms? Around you. Hands? Holding yours. Happy Tae? Check.

Tae is especially fond of giving you his clothes and accessories

If you look a bit chilly, Taehyung will immediately take off his coat and drape it around your shoulders

He’ll take off his hat or scarf and carefully place it on you, even sometimes giving you his necklaces and earrings

Loves doing activities together, whether it be cooking, video games, or being outside

As long as you’re nearby, Taehyung is having a blast

He’s particularly enthusiastic when it comes to supporting you in your career and passions

When you burst through the door yelling that you’ve gotten a promotion, Tae is all shrieking noises and throwing shoes

If you start a new hobby, Tae has pictures of whatever it is and has definitely shown them to everyone who will look

“Isn’t she great?”

When you’re alone together, he always serenades you

No matter the music you’re jamming to, Taehyung is dancing around you and singing it to you at full volume

When he’s sleepy or feeling down, Tae’s favorite way to snuggle is the two of you laying down facing each other

That way you can run your hands through his hair and he can whisper sweet nothings to you

Jungkook

Enjoys receiving affection more than giving, unless you’re completely alone

If it’s just the two of you, Koo will make grabby hands for you to come sit on his lap while he’s at his computer

He’ll pick up takeout and pat the seat next to him, asking you join him for dinner

His hands are literally always in your hair

Brushing, twirling, stroking

Sings to you ALL. THE. TIME.

Sometimes absentmindedly, but other times he’ll show you a song idea and sing it to you shyly

He laughs and blushes a little when you praise him for it

Koo loves drawing on your arms, if you’ll let him, because it reminds you of him

When you’re around others, he isn’t as lovey-dovey, but you notice a slight pout in his lips if you aren’t giving him enough attention

This can be quickly relieved by bumping your nose into his neck, or squeezing his arm gently

But the best part of Jungkook’s affection for you? The way you know he REALLY cares about you?

Homeboy actually responds to your texts.

I know, I can’t believe it either

Koo has been seen many times pulling his phone out during a break in practice and smiling to himself as he replies to your memes and check-ins

The rest of the guys clown the shit out of him for being so babie with you, but he takes it like a champ

Because you’re his girl, and he loves you so much

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avversiera-writes · 3 years ago

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touch your heart [senju tobirama/you] - chapter 3

Summary: Hashirama might go down as the worst matchmaker in history, but he thinks he might be on to something. Tobirama sees through his brother's schemes and is determined not to fall for it. Or fall for you.

Word Count: about 3k

AO3 LINK TO TOUCH YOUR HEART

AOR SERIES LINK TO ‘TIL DEATH DO US PART

[<<<CHAPTER ONE] [CHAPTER TWO]

With the thought of Tobirama being upset over the stunt you pulled the other day at the forefront of your mind, you decide to buy him breakfast. You are not really sure what he likes, but you decide to go to a vendor near the mansion to buy him some sweet pastries and hot black tea. You hope you’re not fired, though you’re sure that Tobirama cannot do that.

You sigh, hating how impulsive you can get. Madara had always told you not to get carried away.

You make your way to the library that is now your current workplace, but you do not find Tobirama in his usual spot. You set his food on his spot, and you get back to work, doing the things that he asked you to do. You will yourself to stay on task, but your focus is broken when Tobirama walks in, carrying more books and scrolls with him.

He places the pile in between the table to divide your spaces, and you find that the stacks of books and scrolls act as a shield for him.

You roll your eyes, thinking of commenting on how petty this is until Tobirama hands you an ancient, thick book that is about to fall apart at the seams. You hold it gently, afraid that the pages will fly away the moment you open it.

“What is this?” You inquire, unsure of what to do with the book. “Something you want me to throw away?”

Tobirama scowls and you give him an awkward grin.

“Or...recycle?” You suggest uneasily.

“I want you to study it and take notes on what you deem is important,” Tobirama answers, going around the table and sitting down so that he disappears from your view.

“Alright,” you acquiesce. “Also, I completed the list of skills I thought were important to have for young shinobis based on the information that you’ve given me from the past several days.”

“I see,” Tobirama says and he leaves it at that without saying anything more.

You give him a few moments, and you hear papers shuffling behind the wall of books that is keeping you from seeing him.

You push a column of books aside to give yourself some more space, but it proves to be detrimental because suddenly, you hear books and scrolls falling and a chair sliding back violently.

You come around the table and you find the tea you meant to give to him knocked over with its contents spilled.

Tobirama gives you a withering look, and he looks like he is about to yell.

“I said to not eat near me for this very reason,” Tobirama scolds.

You cringe. Luckily, the spill only got to the bottom book on the pile near yours. “I’m sorry, I was only trying to make up for yesterday.”

“What?” Tobirama says scathingly.

“You know, the sword...grabbing thing,” you reply as you move the books aside to get the wet book. “But in my defense, you did not need to stack such a tall pile of books to avoid me.”

Tobirama looks at you with disbelief and he crosses his arms together. “I am not avoiding you.”

“Right.” You do not believe him. “I will go clean this up. Sorry for the mess.”

You take up the book with you and you turn towards the exit to look for towels to clean up the spill.

“What you did,” Tobirama suddenly grunts out.

You turn around in surprise. He averts from your gaze.

“It��s good to take the enemies by surprise,” Tobirama comments almost under his breath and you stare at him, bewildered.

“...Alright,” you say awkwardly, waiting if he’s going to say something more, but that is it.

Is he actually complimenting you?

You press your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

Almost two weeks have passed and you found that the two of you have settled into a routine. The atmosphere between the two of you have eased so far, but few words are exchanged between the two of you unless it is about work. Tobirama is very good at breaking down things when you do not understand something, and you also find that the two of you agree a lot on the ideas that the two of you have come up with so far. Getting to know his students is a joy, and you actually do not mind him tagging along when you go to the Academy grounds to teach children who are eager to learn how to sword fight.

This is a skill you are most confident in.

Tobirama does not do much but watch, and then he leaves without saying a word if he is getting pulled elsewhere, which is a common occurrence.

In the days that you spend with him, you notice that Tobirama is always working. You have never seen him take a break in the hours you spend with him during the day, and when he is not with you, he is with his brother, his students or going around the village helping people and solving their menial problems.

You try to let him be, but it is a little concerning when you leave him to go eat lunch and still find him frowning at the things he has to do.

So you find yourself buying extra snacks for him, and you avoid anything liquid just in case another spill happens.

“I don’t like this kind of pastry,” Tobirama says after you set down a warm bread with melted cheese inside.

“Well, you have to get something in your stomach,” you counter.

You decide to just leave it near him, just in case he changes his mind.

More days have passed and it is starting to bother you how he just does not seem to take a break. This man can be doing this for hours without stopping and you are starting to wonder if he is human. You are jealous of his unmatched focus and his ability to delegate and organize everything, so you try to take notes and copy what he does. You want to improve yourself and Tobirama seems like a good role model to follow and obviously, his students are a testament to that.

You keep leaving him snacks, but he always says the same thing.

“I don’t like the filling in this mochi,” Tobirama says without wasting time. Like he is automatically programmed to dislike whatever you give him.

“That is popular right now,” you almost say in a defensive tone.

“It’s too sweet,” Tobirama cuts in a sharp tone.

“Then what would you like, my lord?” You are a little fed up now.

Tobirama lets out a deep breath and stops what he is doing. He leans back on his chair and his eyes meet yours for a moment before looking away. “What are you doing?”

“Wasting my money on you, obviously,” you roll your eyes.

“I did not ask,” Tobirama says, but you note that he looks taken aback by your words. A slight wrinkle forms on his pale forehead.

“Right,” you sigh and you move to your seat.

Tobirama’s eyes track you, his stare boring on your skin as if you are an unknown device he wants to tinker with. You ignore him, and after a few moments, he finally looks away and goes back to his work. His actions leave you mystified, but you let it go. You are probably bothering him by giving him snacks that he does not like.

Tobirama takes a book and opens it, but you hear his nose flare and he slams the book closed immediately.

You look up, and then you see the book in front of him. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from laughing.

“What is this?” Tobirama barks, his ears turning pink.

You raise an eyebrow, not wanting to confess what you did yet. “Well, if you have not noticed, that is a book, my lord.”

“Where is my book?” Tobirama demands, and a vein pops out of his very pink neck.

“Relax, it’s right here, I just switched the covers,” you say to try and calm him down.

“With such indecent pictures?!”

“I was just trying to make you laugh!” You have exchanged one of his books with pornography that you got from the market this morning.

Tobirama grits his teeth. “On what plane of existence is this ever hilarious?”

You sigh. “ You have no sense of humor. A smile or a laugh on that handsome face of yours would not hurt.”

Tobirama’s left eye twitches. “Get out,” he grits out.

Suddenly, you feel bad and you raise your hands to show him defeat. “Okay, okay, I am sorry. I was just trying to cheer you up.”

Tobirama stares at you incredulously. “Then I will leave.”

He starts to gather his things, and you jump up from your seat and you step in front of his way.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you sigh. “I really am sorry.”

Tobirama glances down at you, and you are suddenly aware of the small distance between the two of you.

You step back to give him room. “I am just concerned, okay? You are always working, and I never saw you once take your time to get something to eat.” You open your palm towards him to show that you really mean peace. “I also noticed that you look very tired.”

Tobirama frowns at you, and he takes a deep breath. “The Hokage has been very busy these days,” he says.

You wait for him to elaborate, and you study his face. He looks like he is thinking about what to say next.

“But I am fine,” Tobirama finishes after a minute. He glances at you, barely meeting your eyes and then he glances away. “Let’s get to work. We’re meeting the Hokage soon to present to him what we have so far.”

You let out a breath of relief, and you think about how pink Tobirama’s ears were and you store that detail in the back of your mind.

Tobirama stares as his brother guffaws out loud for a minute. He just told his elder brother about your several pranks on him, and he even admitted–he admitted, something that he has some trouble doing at times–being uneasy anticipating your next act of micro-terrorism on him.

And his brother laughed. His brother, who is always kind and understanding towards him and knows how to ease his mind, laughed.

Everyone just seems to laugh at him these days. Since when did he become the brunt of many consequent unsaid jokes?

“Tobirama, it seems like she is just trying to be nice,” Hashirama admonishes and wipes a small tear from the corner of his eye.

“Nice?” Tobirama snaps, overwhelmingly offended by this. His lips form into a small pout unconsciously.

Hashirama sighs. “Look, I know it’s not easy getting along with other people that are not family and seeing them every day, but it’s normal to clash with different personalities.”

“Not like this,” Tobirama immediately juts in. “She has it out for me.”

“You said that the two of you agree mostly on everything, why would she have it out for you?”

Tobirama steps forward, suddenly determined. “Elder brother, I have some suspicions that–”

A knock interrupts his sentence and Tobirama immediately halts.

Hashirama shoots his brother a look. “Come in!”

The door opens, and to Tobirama’s horror, you appear behind it.

“Am I late?” You ask cheerfully.

Tobirama’s mind starts to ring alarm bells. Who smiles like that this early in the morning?

“No, no, just in time,” Hashirama reassures and beckons you to get closer.

Tobirama feels your glance on him, and everything in him starts to twist tautly. Your presence disturbs the atmosphere around him, and the only thing you did was smile at his brother.

“Okay,” Hashirama begins. “What do you two have so far?”

Tobirama clears his throat and steps forward, wanting to get the first word in. He wants his brother to be impressed by what he has done so far.

“We have compiled a list of skills that must be met before graduating from the Academy and we tested it on my students,” Tobirama says. “I also decided to break up the ranks even more, adding a special jounin rank, and added more skills that need to be mastered in order to move up from genin.”

Tobirama steps forward and hands Hashirama a copy of the said list. “Aside from the skills, we also added several electives that the students can take, such as history, arts and science.”

Hashirama nods and then he turns to you.

“Well, in addition to that, we have enlisted many people to commission as soon as possible to help us achieve this,” you start. “This is the estimated budget that we may need to do so, and I would like that this is done as soon as possible–to your utmost convenience–of course, so that we can have drafts to work with and reform before the new school year.”

Hashirama grins as you hand him the paper with the names and the figures you have written out. “This is brilliant, and way better than I have imagined. To be honest, I thought this was going to be a disaster.”

Tobirama’s head snaps up at this, and he hears you laugh.

“Oh, Lord Hokage, you are so hilarious!”

Tobirama’s eyes snap to your face, noticing that you are smirking with mirth in your eyes. His brother waves a hand, clearly fawning over you.

“Oh please, you do not need to call me Lord Hokage every time you see me,” Hashirama chuckles. “My name will do.”

“Oh no, that is too much, my lord,” you smile and Tobirama feels his head grow hot. “Maybe we can agree on Lord Hashirama? People may talk if I suddenly start calling you by your first name.”

Tobirama sees you wink at his brother and he reels. What is this ? You have got Madara under your spell, and now his own brother is also enthralled by you. He remembers you asking cattily for compensation and he jumps to the assumption that this may be a ploy by you to get just that, by getting closer to the founding fathers of this village.

Not on his watch.

“Anyways, are the two of you getting along well?” Hashirama inquires.

“Of course,” you lie easily and Tobirama almost loses his cool.

But he does not, because he knows self-control.

He wants to cut this conversation short and tell his brother to stop entertaining you like this. It is indecent.

“And I think he’s a great teacher,” you continue. “I am learning a lot from him.”

Tobirama frowns and thinks about the times that you have tried to copy him.

“Yes, he is very bright,” Hashirama glances at Tobirama. “Well, I think that will be all. Thank you.”

You nod, and Tobirama stares daggers at his brother.

You rush out of the office, noting how Tobirama seems to react more around his brother.

The door opens, and Tobirama quickly catches up to you. His hand reaches for you to stop you, but he catches your arm and whirls you to face him.

“What is wrong with you?” He demands.

“What?” You snap, and you shake off his grip on your arm. “What now, Lord Tobirama?”

Tobirama glares at you vehemently. “You do know that my brother is married.”

You stare at him, confusion twisting your face. “What? What kind of question is that? Of course I do.”

Tobirama stares at you even more, and he opens his mouth. He is unable to form words.

“What are you trying to say?” You enunciate slowly and you squint your eyes at him. You fold your arms and Tobirama notes that this is the first time that you look genuinely pissed at him.

Tobirama is still staring at you, and the silence prolongs and it becomes awkward.

“Okay…?” You prompt, and Tobirama hears the vexation on your tone. “You know, your brother has been so kind to me, I am just trying to be friendly. Not that you know what that is.”

Tobirama’s face twists uncomfortably. He stands there, his hands open and closing, and he abruptly leaves you hanging, unsure of what else to do or say.

It is becoming a common occurrence for him to be disarmed by you. His mind has come up with so many assumptions about you, but you knock them out one by one. He cannot figure you out, not just because he does not know your background. He does not know how your mind works, but he can tell that you are smart and very skilled in what you do. Despite his attempts at probing you, you give him nothing. For once, he is clueless on how to act around somebody.

Tobirama digs his nails into his palm.

Your act will fall sooner or later, and he will be the one to uncover it.

[CHAPTER FOUR >>>]

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Fringe (Yuta x reader)

hello~~

here is a father!Yuta imagine, there are some Japanese words used here because dang I think Yuta speaking Japanese to his daughter will be hella cute! Domestic fluff Nakamoto family

quick vocab crash course

Nante Kotoda! = Oh my gosh

Otosan = father

Okaasan = mother

HERE WE GOO!!!

The little girl with pigtails and bangs runs away from his father's grip.

“Nante Kotoda!! Come here Namie!” The young father drops his scissors and his other hand holds tightly to the pieces of hairs.

“I'm screwed" the Japanese guy drops his head to the floor when he sees the shadow of his young daughter enters her playing room.

“Namie-chan, what should I tell your mother.” Nakamoto Yuta closes his eyes when he can see just how mad you'll be to go home from a lunch with friends and find your daughter with a failed fringe.

“Otosan- why are you like that?” the cute girl returns from her room with her doll. She was actually running away from his father's grip only to take her doll but Yuta snipped the scissors at the wrong time.

Now the little girl looks cute with a gap fringe and although Yuta wants to hold back his laughter, he can't. She looks silly but in a cute way.

“Come here, let me see how can we fix this.” Yuta calls Namie over and like the good girl she is, she comes and sits on her father's lap.

“Why should you run away before? Look at you being so still now.” Yuta runs a hand over her hair.

“Well I wanted mr bunny to be with me as you cut my hair.” she presses a soft kiss to the purple bunny Taeyong gave on her third birthday.

Yuta giggles and plants a kiss on her small cheek. The young girl lets out a loud laugh and Yuta takes his phone from the floor.

“Aigo- I did everything the video said but you ran little princess… now can we fix this?” he tries to look for a video to fix a broken fringe but ends up giving up.

Yuta can no longer think of any better ideas, the next thing he knows is that the bell rings and Yuta hurries over to open the door.

“What is the emergency?” Taeyong pops into the room and his eyes fall on the small girl sitting on the floor while playing with the bunny plushy he gave.

Taeyong's mouth hung open “Ottokhe Yuta what will you say to (y/n)? You're quiet in a big problem.” Taeyong walks to the kitchen to wash his hands and follow the Nakamoto family to the living room.

“Taeyong samchon" the small bilingual girl greets Taeyong with a tight hug. Taeyong loves Yuta's angel and he has spent quiet a lot of time looking after her when Yuta goes out to a night date with you.

“Did otosan do this to you?” Taeyong speaks in Japanese to the younger girl.

She nods and grins “Is it bad? Otosan looks a bit sad after I ran away.”

“She ran when I snip her hair, now there goes her hair. Can you help me fix this Yong?” Yuta looks into the older's eyes with hope.

Taeyong usually knows how to handle things when they went out of control and Yuta is glad he is his friend.

“Let's see, I am not sure if what I do will be a good thing. What if I mess up too?” Taeyong asks as he holds the scissors in his hand.

“Well usually (y/n) cut her fringe, but earlier Namie’s eyes were poked by her hair and I cannot stand it any longer seeing her blink all the time.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes “Next time you better take a small hair clip and clip it away from her face, rather than cut it.”

Yuta gasps “I didn’t think of that!”

Taeyong goes to the smaller girl, gently he asks Yuta to hold her still on his lap while Taeyong does his best to fix the damage.

Taeyong bends and focuses his attention to the hair alignment while his fingers skillfully holds and cuts the smooth hair down.

“Okay I guess this is better than before. It's too short now, but (y/n) will like this better.” Taeyong brushes the short fringe and can't hold back his disappointment.

“Yak Yuta we both ruin it! What if we put hair pins?” Taeyong tries to find a way to make the hair looks better.

Yuta hurries over to the small table filled with rubber bands and hair accessories. He returns with a box full of small clips and sits down on the floor.

“Namie-chan let's see which one can save us.” Yuta picks different styles and puts it on her hair.

“Now this is better!” they both agree on a small flower hair clip and the two grown up men high five each other and fall to the floor.

They laugh as they sleep on the thick mattress where Namie plays.

“Stay for dinner? As a thank you from me.” Yuta offers when he hears his alarm goes off. Time for Namie's bath.

“Where is (y/n)?” Taeyong suddenly realizes he hasn’t asked your whereabouts

“Lunch with her friends and I told her to take a break… so maybe she's pampering herself or shopping.”

“Come Nami-chan let's shower! Okaasan will want to meet you smelling good.”

“Let me help you cook dinner. What is your plan?%” Taeyong gets up from laying down.

Yuta insists they just order some take out, he doesn’t want to trouble Taeyong and he surely needs a good dinner to make sure you won’t be mad when you see Namie's hair.

Yuta finishes washing the young girl and returning looking fresh himself. Taeyong helps clean up the hairs and they both wait for their orders to come.

You return home looking for Namie first thing first and happily greet Taeyong for being here. You didn’t smell anything wrong, Taeyong is a regular in this house almost like a second family so you don’t think anything is wrong.

Yuta ordered your favorite Chinese foods and you're happily telling the two men your activity today.

“Oh you went shopping?” Yuta smiles when he hears you buying Namie some new dress and a new shirt for Yuta.

“It's a shirt for you, thanks for taking care of Namie and letting me have a bit fun! Also great dinner choice.” You kiss your husband before walking to the living room and take the new dress out for Namie to try.

He was right. His decision of ordering dinner is the best thing he can do to save himself. Taeyong gives him a secret high five and both men hold their breath as they see you try to put the dress on Namie.

Just when her small head reappears from the dress, the mighty flower hair clip falls and there goes the secret.

You look at Namie's hair that somehow looks odd. Questioning yourself did you cut her hair or what is wrong with her fringe.

Yuta and Taeyong both shut their eyes when they realize you've seen their secret.

However instead of hearing you yelling or screaming, they hear you laughing and giggling so hard.

“Yak who did this to you?” you laugh as you hold your little princess in her new dress up to your chest.

You press some loving kisses to her mochi cheeks and she loves that for she's giggling and clapping.

“Who cut your hair and mess it up? Otosan did this to you?” you interrogate the small girl.

She is still smiling as she shakes her head, you frown it couldn’t be Taeyong right?

“Taeyong?” you ask her again somehow feeling ridiculous that Taeyong has balls to do this.

Namie shakes her head again and makes her fringes move.

“Who then?” you turn your head to look at the two men who are already avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head and sigh “Both of them?”

Namie nods and claps her hands.

“I’m sorry… I can explain.” Yuta gently takes your hand in his.

“I cut her hair following a YouTube tutorial and she ran away right when I snip her hair. Then I called Taeyong to help me. He did make it way better though.” Yuta picks his phone to show you the before and after picture.

You laugh “Thank you Yong! That looks way better than what Yuta did.”

“Looks like Taeyong is more ready to be a husband.” You tease the man you love with all your heart.

Yuta groans “Hey it's Namie's fault.”

You kiss him quick “Namie is the queen here, she is never wrong.”

Taeyong laughs at that, “Alright, thanks for dinner. I guess I can leave now. Yuta holds me here so you won’t be mad at him.” He wiggles his eyebrows

You click your tongue “Thanks Tae, you really save him though. Thanks for saving Namie’s hair too! Take care!” you and Yuta send Taeyong off and return to the small Nakamoto house you and your husband had been working hard to pay.

“Sorry love, I won’t do it again.” Yuta lovingly and sincerely hugs you and your heart melts at his sweet words.

You rub his tensed shoulder and whisper “No worries. Things happen and I had done that once or twice before but you're never mad at me. Come on it's just hair. She'll grow a new one with no doubt.” You lean your cheek to Yuta's shoulder and look into Namie who is enjoying her new dress.

Yuta smiles and kisses you quick “Thank you for being understanding. How's your day? Enjoy the break?” he whispers slowly.

You nod “Had a great time although I resist myself to call you and ask if anything is wrong.”

Well, Yuta told you to promise yourself not to message or call him unless emergency and he too promised he'll only call for emergencies.

“But I did well except for the hair.” He winces when he remembers the despair he had when he held her hairs.

You giggle “As long as her hair can grow, I forgive your mistakes.”

Yuta scrunches his nose “Arraseo, I love you!” he kisses your nose and you blush.

“I love you too! Thank you for letting me get a day off.” You lean into his embrace and let Yuta scoops you in his arm.

“Otosan! Otosan! Namie too!” the little girl makes a grabby hands to his father and Yuta has to put you down then scoops up his little queen. Yes queen, you were right… Namie is the queen here.

“It's bed time little queen, let's brush our teeth.” Yuta brings her small girl to the sink and assists her brushing her teeth.

You clean yourself up and wait for Yuta in the main room. Namie is already learning to sleep by herself. Your connecting door is left open so you both can check on Namie.

Your young husband returns after tugging Namie to bed. Maybe she was happy all the day and played a lot with her father that she fell asleep right as soon as she touches her bed.

“Namie is cute right?” Yuta asks under the dark room as he hugs you close to his warm body under the blanket.

You nod “She is cute.”

“she's like you.” Yuta runs a hand lovingly over your hair “She has your eyes and your lips.”

You blush “I'm glad, but she has your smile… the sweetest smile!”

Yuta chuckles “Is it okay if I ask for a King now? Namie is three, we can have one more king.”

He asks nicely, since this may be something sensitive for you. You've lost a child before Namie, an older brother who did not make it to fifth month. You need to take a year break to overcome the pain and Yuta has been wonderfully understanding.

You’ve thought about this. After seeing Namie grows up and celebrating her third brithday, you think it is a good time to plan a younger sibling for her.

Yuta takes your silence as a code and he hurriedly change his subject.

“Honey how did you know I love that blue shirt you bought for me? I've been eyeing them-“

You cut him with a kiss “Yuta, what if I tell you that right now there may be a king here.” You bring his hand to touch your stomach.

Yuta's eyes widen and he stutters “Really?”

You bite your lips and reach over the small drawer by your bed.

You put a thin rectangle object in his palm and smile as you watch his face lights up with the Nakamoto trademark smile.

Yuta saw the two lines and he just hugs you and kisses you deeply.

You hug him back “Looks like we can wish for a Yuta junior!”

“I am lucky to have you,” Yuta pecks your lips and engulfs you in his warm arms.

“And I am lucky to be yours, Nakamoto Yuta.” You close your eyes and lean into his body, unwinding all the tiredness of life.

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alirhi · 3 years ago

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How I'd have done TFATWS pt 1

Okay, I am such a whore for positive attention that, yes, it literally only takes one person expressing interest to get me to do something lol. So, for the lovely @goblin-tea, here is how The Falcon and the Winter Soldier would have gone for Bucky if I'd been a writer on the show!

Also, shoutout to @gunshou, who popped up showing support when I was in the middle of writing this lol 😘

Episode 1: New World Order

I actually love how most of this episode was handled; it's what drew me into the show in the first place, and gave me such hope for the rest of it. Most of the changes that I'd make here are pretty minor, tbh.

I'd specify the setting in some way for Bucky's nightmare. Obviously, since he was there and knows what happened, when, and where he was, it wouldn't be like the setting changes in movies where they slap a big, bold title card over the scene. Still, I'd probably open with a brief establishing shot showing the city skyline or something; some identifying feature so that viewers can work out where this happened without needing a direct statement from Marvel (note: if you need to directly address your audience to clarify something from within your story, you're a bad storyteller). What year did this take place? I show technology from the time; perhaps a dated cell phone in someone's hand. The point is to establish where and when The Winter Soldier killed RJ Nakajima, without detracting from the emotional impact of the scene. Why does it matter? Because we should know why. Why is Bucky dreaming about this particular incident? Was it his last mission before the events of CA:TWS (a theory I see frequently repeated but with no evidence to back it up)? Was it earlier on? Is RJ only on the forefront of Bucky's mind because of his (unhealthy, but we'll get to that) friendship with Yori? How long has Yori been suffering under the weight of his grief?

I would not have had him crash through the wall, btw. As cool as that shot looked, let's try to remember that The Winter Soldier was a ghost story for 70 years. Ghosts don't leave giant gaping holes in hotel walls. I'm not saying brazen wholesale destruction is out of character for him (obviously not. I've seen CA:TWS lmao. many times. this moment lives rent-free in my brain:

found on google without credit; pls lmk if it's yours so I can credit.

but you don't become a "ghost story" if you always leave that much evidence, ijs)

I'd leave the terrible therapy session alone. That scene was beautiful. Beautifully shot; I loved how claustrophobic it felt, and it really did a wonderful job of showing how Bucky felt on the spot, scrutinized, almost put on display for this bitch woman. This scene establishes Raynor as clearly wrong, and an unprofessional mess, and Bucky calls her out on it. I fucking love that!

lmao gods, I love his painfully awkward forced smile... Guys, this episode is fkn great. (betcha weren't expecting so much praise from me, were you? 😂)

"You're free." "To do what?"

👆👆👆 In my show? That would have more of an impact on Bucky's arc. That question would be one of the underlying issues moving his whole story along. Twice in this show, he's told that he's free, but no one addresses what he's free from, much less what he's free to do next.

It's a minor thing, but when Yori tells Bucky to ask Leah out? I'd have Bucky do more than just shake his head in silent horror. Not much more, just something that matters to me as someone who's worked in the service industry for many, many years and dealt with too many creepos: Bucky would flat-out say "she's at work! that's harassment, Yori!"

Yori can still stomp right past that boundary, and Leah can still smile and agree. I just really want someone to verbally acknowledge that you don't fucking ask someone out when they're at work. Ever. Bucky cringing and apologizing puts the power of the conversation back in Leah's hands; it gives her an out to politely decline if she's not interested, and just laugh off Yori's flirting on Bucky's behalf as a senile old man being silly, so I'm actually fine with how this scene turned out. I just would personally have gone that extra inch there for the idiots in the audience who don't get Bucky's subtle "wtf" reaction and why Yori's suggestion was so bad. If someone's livelihood depends on being nice to you, keep your goddamn distance. Flirting with them or asking them out when they're at that big of a disadvantage and have virtually no power to say "no" is harassment.

Here is where I'd make one more subtle change, too. When Yori sees the mochi and is reminded of his son, and tells Bucky about his death, I'd just slip in a time frame. "x years ago, my son was..." blah. (Guys, it really bothers me not knowing when that scene took place rofl can you tell?)

One complaint I've seen a lot online about this show is how it's a bit murky on just how well known Bucky is in-universe. He can walk around Brooklyn with more or less total anonymity, but he's also recognized as "an Avenger" (when he was never actually technically in the group)... but honestly? I think it's actually pretty realistic. Just because someone's famous doesn't mean every single person on the planet knows who they are and what they look like well enough to instantly recognize them on the street. People look different in photos than in person, and pre-Blip, Bucky had the complete Jesus look - long flowing hair and a full beard. In TFATWS he's a little scruffy, but not this:

Sebastian looks like about 10 different men from one moment to the next just irl with a change in haircut, lighting, expression, whether or not he got enough sleep the night before... 😂 I don't really find it hard to believe that people not expecting to bump into an Avenger would have trouble seeing Bucky post-haircut as anything other than just another attractive white guy.

Anyway! Sorry for the segue lol. On to the date!

Earlier in this very same goddamn episode, it is established that Bucky can remotely operate a car with a tablet. This is not a technologically-inept geezer. This is a 30-something nerd who loves new technology, who, yes, is facing a brave new world and a whole lot of new technology, but has never shown any issue picking it up. The crappy flip phone he handed Raynor earlier? a burner to keep her out of what little personal life he does have (we never see it again in the real show, anyway). The "tiger photos" line? Stays, not to show Bucky's floundering ineptitude with technology, but as a little nod to his bisexuality. (don't like it? don't wanna see Bucky as bi? go watch the show and read Skogland's borderline-offensive interviews. This isn't "how I would pander to a homophobic audience" it's "how I would have written it." the "Bucky is bi" interpretation is super fucking common and has been since TFA so bite me 😁)

Tiny nitpick, but I'd also have the Battleship boards actually set up properly lmao. What even was that? Anyway...

I don't think I'd have Leah get all ranty about Yori and RJ. That's not first date talk, for one thing. For another, let's ease up on the beating Bucky and the audience over the head with that one incident in a single episode, shall we? Instead, I'd have her stick with the date questions - she asked his age, asked about his family; I'd have her follow it with questions about what he does for a living (giving us a chance to not only actually have that question answered for us - how the hell does Bucky keep himself from being homeless? lol - but also set up...)

He shuts down a little when she starts asking about his past; she's innocently curious, just trying to get to know him, but he's flinchy and deflects with questions about her. The date is awkward, but doesn't abruptly end with him running away lol. He walks Leah home, like the old-fashioned gentleman he is, goes home, himself, and end on him grimacing in his sleep, in the clutches of another nightmare: not as much detail as the RJ murder scene, we see disjointed, disorienting images of fluorescent lights glinting off of machinery, the occasional shot of Bucky writhing in the chair, a shot of that damned notebook (to remind the dumber audience members why Raynor's passive-aggressive notebook thing was so triggering for him), and we hear echoes of a couple of the trigger words, and Bucky's screams.

#tfatws #tfatws critical #how it should have gone #if i'd written it #bucky deserved better #bucky was a victim #victim not villain #take your victim blaming bullshit and fucking choke on it #episode 1

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nad-zeta · 5 years ago

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Hello :3 So. Would you like to write a hc with MC that was brought up in your culture and her native language isn't Japanese (maybe she can't even speak it)?? :33 Pretty please and huge thanks in advance 💗😂😘

Thanx for the ask friend! Hehe, this hc took a whole different direction than I first intended whoops. It started off with mc not understanding Japanese but it honestly got a bit too repetitive lol 😞 Also, I only did it for Masamune, Nobunaga, and MItsuhide; otherwise, it would get waaaay too long! ^o^

Okay, so just a bit of backstory- there are many different cultures and ethnic groups in South Africa. I grew up with Engish as my home language although I had all my schooling in Afrikaans. So I'm writing from that perspective. If ya guys want to know the exact translations of some of the phrases used in this HC let me know!

Foreign MC headcanon

Nobunaga:

Immediately after her arrival, he is intrigued. HOLY HELL, where did this woman come from. She is so freakishly tall, and what’s with that big bone structure. Gosh, her shoulders are almost as broad as his.

Low key intimidated by her height and build.

Hits on MC and ties to “drink from her lips.” MC looking unimpressed, backing away slowly saying, “Nee dankie oom nie vanaand nie, ek het a pa,” why is she laughing? Ooooh, its some kind of inside joke. Demands she tells him the joke! MC tells him it’s something she and her friends would say to the men they were uninterested in at the clubs.

The first time he heard her speak, he is instantly curious. He has never heard anything like it, it’s definitely not Portuguese. MC explains that she is from South Africa. She also tells him that she can speak 2 of the official 11 languages.

Smirks is super amused, he demands that she tell him everything about her country, its people, and the different customs. He is amazed that one place can be filled with so many different types of people, languages, cultures.

Wonders why MC never goes into the sun without a parasol. Shows him her burn scar from getting burned the one day in the “harsh African sun.” He never knew the sun could be so dangerous before. Is now low key scared of the power of the sun

Is super impressed by the sweets she makes, especially loves the sickly sweet koeksisters that she made for him. South Africans sure do love their sugar. He has to down a liter of water after just eating one, he legit has never thought something would be too sweet for him before. Mc laughs while devouring her tenth one. “I thought you said you had a sweet tooth, come on have another”

Masamune

Hello lady! He has never seen such a tall drink of water before. Like seriously, he has literally never been looked down at before, and by a woman no less. Man, he feels short!

Hears MC talks for the first time and is convinced she’s a Portuguese spy. Que sword at the throat.

“listen here dumb ass, I am a lot of things, but Portuguese spy ain’t one of them.”

She can see the wheels in his head is turning, “then tell me kitten who are you and where are you from, or I’ll end your life right here.”

She strips her moer (Afrikaans way of saying she is pissed) “Is jy befok, I’m from South Africa and if you don’t remove this sword from my throat I am going to bliksem you”

Masa is sister shook, “what did you just say to me?” He backs off a little cause of the threatening tone in her voice.

Explains to him that she is bilingual and can understand at least 4 different languages.

He thinks for a moment before lowering the sword and saying, “Let’s be friends.” Is instantly forgiven like nothing ever even happened.

MC teaches Masa, all the Afrikaans, swear words, and the pair start teaming up to tease Mitsuhide. Also, MC has an inappropriate sense of humor, so the two of them are always giggling about some or other joke that was made.

Mc teaches Masa some new preservation techniques for him to use when making non-perishable foods for wartime. Introduces him to biltong and droewors. Masamune is pleasantly surprised, he never imagined dried red meat would taste this good. Also, he will definitely need to watch his blood pressure, cause darn this stuff is salty. Mc misses being able to eat red meat all day every day. Would kill just to be able to eat some kudu fillet again *sighs*.

Masamune is shocked at how much she eats. During banquets, she piles on the food until her plate is barely visible. Her meals basically only consist of meat, starch, and a very minimal amount of veg. Can probably out-eat him in a contest. She just shrugs and says this is her normal amount of food she eats for dinner.

Masamune has to teach her to use chopsticks, Mc gets so frustrated cause she can't seem to get it right!

The both of them get caught in a storm one day on a walk back from the market. Masa grabs her hand and starts speed walking to the nearest teahouse, “let’s take cover in the teahouse and wait for the storm to pass lass.” MC looking at him unphased, “what don’t tell me your afraid of a little thunder and lightning” laughs while continuing to walk through the storm.

MC’s turn to cook for all the warlords, she tells them she is going to make something she would have every single weekend back at home. She calls it a braai. Explains it is basically a fancy way of saying, to grill meat over an open fire. She stands tall and proud with her hands on her hips and says, “Ons gaan nou braai.” Masa actually half-understood this phrase because mc has been teaching him a bit of Afrikaans. Tries to mimic it but fails. The two of them breakdown laughing

Mitsuhide

His Eyes widen the second MC is introduced to him, “you, my dear, are most definitely not a little mouse.” Also, is that curly hair! Must resist the urge to run fingers through it.

Is instantly wary and suspicious of her. This woman certainly is loud and outspoken. Also, what a curious accent she has there. He wonders if you are one of those Portuguese traders that Nobunaga is always talking about.

Mitsuhide waits for her outside her room, leaning against the wall. Mc is super happy to see him, cause she heard Mitsuhide is the master of information. “May I come inside and ask you a few questions, my dear?” “okay, as long as you spill the tea after I answer all your questions, I do love a good skinner sesh.” He just smiles at her, not understanding a word, who on earth would want someone to come into their room and deliberately spill tea all over the place. Such a silly girl. He is so intrigued by her different way of speaking, that all past suspicions of her have now been dropped.

“so tell more about this tea spilling you speak of”, Mitsu attentively listens to her as she explains all about the country she is from and the different types of people and cultures.

Loves MC’s blunt and sarcastic way of speaking. Also, how is she kind and suspicious of people at the same time.

She certainly is a feisty mouse, she is literally ready to fight someone at any moment. He is every entertained. Loves to get her riled up. This earns him a punch on the shoulder.

Is amused that she calls the geta sandals “plakkies with a heel.”

Is amazed when he sees her playing in the snow with such childlike wonder. She spends the whole day playing and building snowmen. He doesn’t understand how anyone can be so enthusiastic about snow until she explains that she has never seen so much snow before. Que Mitsu playing in the snow with her. Starts a snowball fight. Hideyoshi scolds the two of them for catching a chill

Laughs and teases her for pulling her face when taking a big bite of mochi filled with bean paste. “I thought you said this was a sweet dish,” MC says while downing her tea.

Is entertained by all the different phrases you use. They are pretty confusing, and often have a double meaning to them. Like how when she says, “ja no,” it means she agrees with him. Or even when she says “just now,” it means she will do it later.

Mitsuhide insists on learning Afrikaans from her, just so that the two of them can gossips about the other warlords right in front of them.

Hope this one wasn't too boring or too shitty ^_^ I think I need to practice my HC writing skills a bit more lol😂

#ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #akechi mitsuhide #nobunaga oda #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga #oda nobunaga #masamune #ikemen sengoku masamune #masamune date #ikesen masamune #ikesen hc #ikesen headcanons

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softmothprince · 4 years ago

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Cat Café

Huffing an aggravated sigh, Asher leans his elbows on the counter and rests his head in his palm while looking around the room. The small café is almost dead, only two people there and one of those people was Asher himself. Glancing at the time, he barely holds back a groan. Another four hours before his shift is up.

He supposes it isn't all so bad, since he does basically get paid to make coffee and play with cats. Speaking of, he smiles and goes to the wall that is filled with different sized windows and kneels down beside a group of kittens that are rough housing. They all perk up and meow, stumbling over each other to get closer to him.

Asher smiles, pressing his palm to the lowest window and giggles when the little kitties rub against it aggressively.

“I will join you later, cuties.” He whispers, tilting his head and looks at the other cats. “Once I lock up, I’ll come in and we can do our cuddle pile with treats- don’t worry, I won’t let Mochi take all of my attention.”

Mochi, an adult female ragdoll, is the most clingy and affectionate cat in the room- only to Asher. He has seen Stella try and pet the kitty, only to almost get scratched. Mochi stayed at the highest point in the room when customers were in there, baby blues glaring and judging anyone and everyone.

People were allowed into the cat room, but with how slow today is the cats were either sleeping or playing with each other. Mochi even sat on the floor with a few kittens around her. Glancing over at the only customer, Asher quietly observes him. The blonde silently sits at a table in the corner, closest to the giant window.

A large pile of cats are close to that area, all sleeping in his presence. Satan has been coming to the café for a while, apparently he’s a regular and had arrived way before Asher ever worked there. He almost always has a book with him, but when he doesn’t Asher finds him in the cat room.

Maybe he didn’t want his book ruined by a cat sleeping on it or one of the kittens using it as a scratch pad. Asher won’t (and can’t) lie, he looks forward to the blonde coming in. A man of few words, he orders his drink- a cup of plain black tea with a little sugar and milk -and settles in the same spot.

Even when it’s busy, that one spot is always open and no one dares to try and sit there. Even when he never shows up. And if there’s a rush when he comes in, he will patiently wait in his spot until it slows down- though… Stella swears up and down that Satan will wait for him to switch over to the drink station to order anything.

When Asher tried to claim bullshit, he witnessed it for himself when he paid closer attention. The demon came in, subtly looked at where he and Stella were stationed, and sat down when he concluded Asher was doing the register. It was a half-hour after he sat down that Stella and Asher switched, and he finally stood to order something.

As much as he hated to say it, Stella was right. Taking a deep breath, Asher stands up and rubs his hands on his apron to get rid of the sweat building up from them getting clammy. This little crush is making him even more nervous... Sighing, the barista returns to behind the counter and leans against it once again.

He hums and lets his eyes wander back to Satan- they widen when he finds the blonde already looking at him. He stands up straight, feeling his face turn pink when the blonde moves from his seat and walks over to the counter with soft steps. Asher rubs the back of his neck, averting his gaze to the side as he waits for Satan to speak.

“Asher, correct?” He asks, tilting his head.

“U-um, yes- yes! Yes that’s me. I’m Asher…” ‘Nice going, you awkward fuck.’ He mentally smacks himself.

Satan lets out an amused hum, lips curling up and his eyes narrowing slightly. It reminded the barista of Mochi when he brushed her fur, he can almost imagine the blonde with cat ears. Aaaand there he goes again.

“Did you need something, sir?” Asher asks, smiling nervously.

“Yes. Care to join me in the cat room?”

W… what?

It takes him a moment, but he finally realizes what Satan had said and the slight anxious tint in his eyes. Is he… nervous? Blinking rapidly, Asher stammers and clears his throat, nodding his head with his blush a deep red now. Satan smiles again, turning to lead the barista into the room.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind them, there are cats surrounding their feet. Without wasting a second and ignoring the fact that his crush is there, Asher drops to the floor and happily pets the fur babies while cooing softly at them. He sees Satan follow suit out of the corner of his eye.

A familiar chirp-meow makes Asher perk up, watching as Mochi saunters over and takes her place in his lap.

“I see you’ve been claimed.”

“Yes, she claimed me the first day I started working. I named her Mochi.” Asher chirps, lifting up and hugging the kitty.

Mochi purrs and dangles limp in his arms, squinting her eyes at Satan for a moment before they fall shut. Satan grins and reaches out, petting the top of her head. And to Asher’s surprise, the feline lets him. They sit in silence for almost an hour, Asher having to get up once when another regular came in.

Julia is a nice old demoness, and waves the barista back into the cat room when she notices Satan sitting with Mochi in his lap. Finally, Asher’s shift ends and Stella comes in to take over for him. She looks through the window to the cat room and giggles. Asher is sitting close to Satan as they both read his book, Mochi in the former’s lap.

It takes Asher only a few minutes to clock out and get his things from the back, Satan waiting the entire time. When they’re outside, Satan finally speaks.

“Would you like to go out sometime?”

Asher’s face becomes as red as his apron, which is folded in his arms, and he stammers a reply: “I would, um, I would love to! I can give my number so we can talk about a time and place?” He asks, holding up his phone.

Satan takes it and puts his number in, sending his own phone a text before handing it back. They bid each other goodbye, and part ways. Asher waits until he is around the corner to squat down against a wall, hiding his face in his hands and squeals happily. Unknown to him, Satan is around another corner with a faint blush and a smile.

#writing #obey me satan #obey me #om! satan #om! mc #fluff

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gothfoxx · 5 years ago

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Here's a prompt for you. How about Aizawa finding one of Izukus analysis notebooks and seeing how accurate and amazing (terrifying) Izuku's analysis is. (bonus if Aizawa reads the notes on him.) 10/10 proud dad.

Aizawa had been a teacher for a few years before he got his problem class, and his problem child. So when he saw said problem child writing in a notebook during the first week of school he thought nothing of it other than the kid was committed to school. Aizawa had had students like that before who needed to write down their thoughts before they’d forget and with Midoriya’s penchant for mumbling to himself it was no wonder. It became normal to see the kid nose deep in a notebook writing or sketching.

When Midoriya brought the book out during a guest lecture Aizawa was a little annoyed that the kid wasn’t paying attention. That was until the boy raised his hand and asked some very interesting and in-depth questions. Aizawa was impressed and then assumed that the writing was a form of thought organization more than for memory, Mic had to do that sometimes when his ADD was getting in the way. He decided to buy a few books to keep in his desk should the kid need one, it would be a shame if the kid couldn’t cope during class and lost focus.

During lunch one day Aizawa asked Yagi if he knew about the notebook Midoriya carried around. The other hero laughed when he heard the question, “Oh that. Well you see the boy is a huge hero fan. He had one on him when I first bumped into him during a villain attack in the city.” And that explains why Midoriya and the old man seemed to know each other at the beginning of the year. “I signed it too, you should have seen his face. I’m glad we crossed paths that day.” Yagi finished, he seemed to be reminiscing about the fated meeting. Aizawa thanked him quietly and left wondering what kind of stuff the kid would have to write for All Might of all people to consider him a huge fan.

He finally got a chance to see for himself what was in one of the notebooks, Midoriya had started a new one that was the same blue as the gym uniforms. There was another guest lecture but this time it wasn’t in the classroom but out on one of the training fields. Ms Marble, the durable hero, had volunteered to help demonstrate the kind of martial art she used for hand to hand. When she asked for a helper Midoriya’s hand went up like a bolt and his eyes lit up like a toddler with free rang of a toy store, the powdery white heroine giggled and called the greenett over. Giddy about being picked Midoriya excitedly handed his home room teacher the notebook he had been writing in earlier and rushed over to be the ‘helper’. Aizawa would never admit that the excitement radiating off of Midoriya was adorable but no sain person would have asked.

Curiosity got the better of him and while the greenett was busy Aizawa thumbed through the first few pages. He hadn’t been expecting what he found so when he realized what the book was he flipped back to the first page and began reading more carefully. Inside were the observations on a third of his student’s quirks, strengths-weaknesses-possible further training-psych evaluations-costume improvements. The amount of raw thoughts and data that was written down between the detailed pages reminded Aizawa of being in Nezu’s class when he was a student. The teacher, now principal, had the habit of going on tangents when something gained his interest. Aizawa felt a shiver run up his spine at the memory of those improv lectures.

He was about to close the book when he saw his hero name mixed into the ramblings of one of the data pages. Aizawa leafed to the next profile page. Looking back at him was a sketch of himself in his hero uniform, his goggles resting on top of his head. He shouldn’t read it, he was already nervous about the implications of these notes but each one of the profiles before had been insightful too.

Aizawa Shota

Hero name: Eraserhead

Status: Teacher-U.A., Underground

Strengths: fast, quiet, observant, proficient in hand to hand, can use weapons, can sleep anywhere

Weaknesses: Dry eye, Injuries to eyes or occipital lobe, children, cats

Training: quirk is dependent on both eyes so tracing to try and make it effective with one would be beneficial for when the dry eye acts up, learning to apply stage makeup and prosthetics for undercover work (see crawler entry), a long rang weapon that doesn’t tether him to the enemy

Thinking: depression?, paranoia?, ptsd, hyper logical(Spock-ish), codependency with Mic and Midnight. If one used Midnight or Mic they would have sway over Eraserhead. Same for the children in his care. He acts like he doesn’t care but he is Hypervigilant and goes out of his way to make sure his people are taken care of even at the cost of his own life. (USJ, chocolate incident, extra supplies)

Costume: less baggy so it can’t be grabbed as easy, tie up or cut hair to remove tell, bracers for joints

Extra: He uses the excuse of ruses when he decides against what he said before. He advocates for kids with less or non combative quirks to get into the hero courses. Believes that people can change and gives second chances. Cares, I saw him feeding the cats that live in the woods behind the school. Cares, when Hagakure had cramps and couldn’t do hero studies he sat with her in the infirmary and bought her a chocolate bar. Cares, Mineta says that Aizawa threatened to expell the perv if he catches him again (make sure he catches perv). He cares, he bought extra notebooks after he started watching me, he noticed and didn’t get made! He cares, once Todoroki feels safe enough I’ll convince him to tell Aizawa what happened.

The extras spilled over to the next page with a drawing of the cats that trust Aizawa enough to let him feed them. The normally in control man felt a burning in his eyes that meant if he could he would be crying. The kid wrote like someone showing him or others kindness was a foreign concept and that normally his writing would get him in trouble. The more Aizawa looked at it and the pages of free thought before it the more he saw a danger. This kid, his kid, hadn’t been allowed to make connections with those around him and had started writing about them to feel less isolated. If something had happened to push his kid there was a real possibility that Midoriya would have either shut down or cracked. Midoriya could have become a villain.

Looking up at the lesson going on, no one privy to the crisis happening in his head, Aizawa watched Midoriya get flung onto the mat laughing and asking to see the move again. The kid was made of strong stuff, stronger than his quirk and stronger than his tolerance for pain. This kid had survived something that left him feeling alone and scared enough that he feared writing would be punished! It showed a lot of trust the he had given Aizawa his notes, had trusted his teacher with a part of himself. Aizawa closed the book and watched the rest of the lesson thinking about how he could encourage his kid without scaring him off like a cat that had been hurt before. How was he going to support this analytical genius.....? He’d also have to figure out that part about Todoroki too, that was concerning too, but he would have to wait until one or both of the boys felt safe enough to talk alone with him.

The lesson finished up while Aizawa was still in his own thoughts. “Sensei? Sorry about dumping my things on you, that was very rude and short sighted of me.” The greenett apologized with a small bow. The kid seemed more embarrassed then leaving a notebook should envoke. “It’s fine problem child, not like I was busy anyway. You know you have a real talent?” That made the kid sputter and blush further. “No no it’s just a silly hobby from when I was a kid, it’s basically habit now! It’s nothing as special as a talent!” The kid tried to argue but it wasn’t from being humble, now that Aizawa was listening for it he could hear the plea of the attention to stop, for the spotlight to be taken off of him...out of fear. “Whatever you say kid, but I think it show promise in Criminal Analysis. If you’re interested I could see if the principal would take you on as a personal intern.” He offered, hoping the kid would take it. Nezu would be better with a traumatized kid, could relate with them better than he did adults.

The kid just nodded and tentatively reached for the book, Aizawa slowly met the kid halfway so Midoriya didn’t have to get to close. He would be changing his behavior around the kid, the kid would notice of course but he hoped the kid saw it for what it was. An acknowledgment. “Come on Midoriya, classes are over go get changed so we can go.” Aizawa stayed as he turned to head back to the main campus. “We, Sensei?” The kid didn’t miss anything huh, “Yeah, you took being Ms Marble’s punching bag like a pro so you deserve a treat. How does frozen mochi sound?” The concern and confusion on the kid’s face washed away and was replaced with relief and then a bright smile. “Thank you Sensei, I’ll be quick!” And with a bolt of green light the boy was headed for the locker room. “No problem champ.” Aizawa snorts a laugh at the empty air, well at least the kid felt safe enough to accept food from him. At least they weren’t at square one, he could help this kid. He WOULD help his kid.

Thanks for this one I love when Izuku gets the recognition he deserves!!!

#foxx writes #mha #bnha #mha midoriya #midoriya izuku #dadzawa #boku no hero academia #midoriyas notebooks #i keep including icecream #anon #prompt

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musubiki · 1 year ago

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The thought about lovestruck Coco is so sweet considering her tough personality!!! Is there a possibility for shy/blushy coco?

OH YEAH!!!!!! i believe i may have mentioned this once or twice before but taffy has NO filter when it comes to like...appropriate times to say extremely romantic things. hes never loved anyone like that before and hes never been around couples much, so he really has no idea what's "normal" and what's "not normal," which shows up most often as like, him blurting out very romantic sentiments casually and is then confused when EVERYONE is red in the face (coco mostly, but the others are lowkey embarrassed just hearing it out loud)

like they'll just be doing some normal shit. standing in the walmart checkout line, coco flipping through some celebs news magazine and mutters out something like "damn this girl is hella pretty. (on the cover)", and when she shows it to taffy like "Hey man, any thoughts on this one--" he just blurts out (loudly) "I don't care about whoever that's supposed to be. I am insanely in love with you-- you're the most breathtaking woman I've ever seen in my life and I don't see the point in looking at this person when you're right in front of me."

(checkout line falls silent, coco is red faced, man behind them coughs and scratches his neck, nothing but the beeping of the checkout scanner fills the air)

ya know, things you would hear at the climax of a hallmark romance movie in the rain over a balcony type shit and he just says it while putting a bag of grapes on the checkout strip like he was ordering from mcdonalds

at a certain point coco (or oscar, or mochi, or lime) go "You can't just SAY shit like that with so many other people around, dude!" and he goes "Why not? That's how I feel."

#oh taffy.............#coco obviously appriciates it either way. its nice to hear #but i think she would enjoy it more if 15 people werent around awkwardly glancing at them for the next 2 minutes

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brooktrout96 · 4 years ago

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Tri-Squad’s Winter (Mochi) Wonderland

Part 1 of A (Ultra's) Winter Wonderland

AO3 is here

Hiroyuki hate traveling to Rikubetsu, Hokkaido in December/January at least it wasn’t quite the two coldest months for the city yet but it was getting close. It was always so friking cold there but he couldn’t say no to Kana and the young Alien Pitt by the name of Koume who hired EGIS to protect her on her way back to Rikubetsu to visit her family for her winter break

Hiroyuki and a young woman set on a bus on as it was on it’s way to the coldest place in Japan. “Thank you for doing this for me and Machi, Hiroyuki-san.” She gave Hiroyuki a smile as her best friend, a small Eleking name Machi made a chirp of thanks.

“So why did you hire EGIS to take you back home?”

“My ma and pa had been getting threating letter and they heard how EGIS has help other aliens out. Since I was taken collage classes in Tokyo and it’s my winter break, they gave me and Machi some money to hire you guys to help them out and you take me home is a plus.” The aforementioned Machi let out a chirp as they finally made to Rikubetsu

Hiroyuki stared at the festival ground as they passed by as it seems they were getting ready for something.

“Oh, right it must be getting close to that time of the year for it.”

“For what?” Hiroyuki asked as Koume gave him a smile.

“You’ve must’ve live all your life in the big city then. Here in Rikubetsu, we are the coldest place in Japan. So, we have festival in honor of that. It’s called Shibare Festival.” Koume went on about the festival as Hiroyuki noticed the Tri-Squad in their light forms had huddled up into the Taiga themed scarf that Pirika had got him for his birthday.

“How are you guys holding up?” He asked the Tri—Squad as Taiga popped his head out of the scarf and Titas was doing squats as he tried to endure the cold but he was visibly shaking due to the cold.

“It’s soo cold.”

Hiroyuki let out a sigh. “Then get back to hiding in the scarf, if your cold.” Fuma was the only one who was still sitting on his shoulder as the other two members of the Tri-Squad hide back in the scarf. “Aren’t you cold, Fuma?”

Fuma had a smile on his face. “Us O-50 Ultras don’t have the weakness that the Land of Light or the U40 Ultras have against the cold, so the cold dosen’t bother me like it dose this two.” Fuma gestured to the two as they let out a ‘hey’ that was muffled by the scarf as Fuma set down on his shoulder

Koume and Machi lead them pass many stalls and Taiga popped his head out of the scarf as they passed one of the stand for Shibare Festival. “Hey Hiroyuki, wait a moment.” Hiroyuki did what Taiga as as he stopped in front of the stand with a confused look on his face

“What’s up, Taiga?” Hiroyuki glanced at the stand that Taiga has made him stop at. There was a man and woman in the stand with a giant mortar in between them, full of something. The woman had a giant wood hammer in her hand as she pounded what ever was in the mortar as the man quickly turned and wetted what was ever in the mortar as they kept a rhythm to what they were doing

“Have you never seen the traditional way to make mochi?” Koume interrupted Hiroyuki and Taiga conversation as she had turned back and realized that she had lost Hiroyuki

“Honestly no, I’m very rarely able to go to festivals as I’m almost always working during them.”

“Oh, then you’ve never had good mochi before.” Koume gave Hiroyuki a smile as a third person appear from somewhere. “Hiroyuki-san, let me buy you some mochi.”

“Are you sure Koume? I wouldn’t want you to waste your hard-earned money on me.” Hiroyuki said softly as she gave him a smile.

Yeah, and the thing is I promise to bring some home to my parents, it’s there favorite sweet.” Koume turned back to the mochi stand and was greeted by the third person in the stand

“Welcome, how may I help you?”

“Hey, could I get three dozen mochis.”

Hiroyuki had a confused look on his face. “Three dozen?” Koume then turn back to Hiroyuki with three large boxes in her hand, she then set the boxes down and handed one to him.

“Here.” She said with a smile as she handed him a box of a dozen mochi and she then picked up the other two boxes. “I know you probably won’t be able to eat them all by yourself but I thought when you return back to the city that you could share them with the rest of EGIS.”

“Koume, I-“ he was cut off by the energetic young Pitt.

“Come on, we’re almost to my house.” Machi let out a little chirp as the woman took off.

“Don’t like sweet things.” Hiroyuki let out a sigh as he had to run to catch up with her.

Taiga was quiet as he took in what Hiroyuki had said. “You don’t like sweet thing?”

“No, I don’t, never really have. I honestly think that it has something to do with what happened to Chibisuke that made me loose my love of sweets.”

Koume stopped in front of a house and Hiroyuki almost ran into her as he was focused on his conversation with Tiga. “We’re here.” She paused, “I don’t know if my parents are home yet, since they are helping with the preparations for the Festival, so let me see if they remember to get the guest room ready for you.” She smiled as she unlocked the door of the house. “Come on in, it’s super cold for near the end of November, the kotatsu is right there if you need to warm up.” She pointed to the kotatsu in the corner of the front room

Hiroyuki studied the house as he warmed up using the kotatsu. He could hear Koume rummage threw stuff probably getting the guest room ready for him; the house had a homely feel to it as the two members of the Tri-Squad who are effected by the cold gathered around the kotatsu.

“You know my dad told me a story of while he was on earth, not this one mind you but another earth, he dealt with a Kaiju who loved mochis.”

"Really?” Hiroyuki said with interest. It’s very rare to get Taiga to talk about his father without him going on about how he hated being compare to him, hated being in the shadow of his father’s achievements, and how he hates people telling him that he was just like his father. Taiga was not his father, he was his own person, thank you very much.

"Yeah, so the story goes like this.” Taiga began to tell the three the story that his father dubbed The Father of Ultra and Son Big Mochi-Making Strategy.

"So, your grandpa was able to talk to the Kaiju and find out that all it wanted was mochi?”

"Yep, I do have to cut my father some slack he only fought after he tried to find out what the Mochiron wanted but for some reason, that I don’t quite understand, it didn’t want to talk to my dad or anyone really until grandpa appeared.”

Taiga continue to tell stories of his father’s adventures on earth as Hiroyuki fell asleep underneath the kotatsu and eventually the Tri-Squad also fell asleep

#ultraman #ultraman taro #ultraman taiga #the tri-squad #winter time #cold weather #eleking

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amenomiko · 5 years ago

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Thank you for the requests and I apologize for the long wait.

You see, I found both of this is related somehow and so I decided to make it into one. But as per RULES OF REQUESTS, I will do Nobunaga (For the request on the left), Mitsuhide, Kenshin, Masamune and Shingen (Thank you for following the rules for the request on the right).

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Insecurity.

Inferiority.

You name it.

She sigh at her features, her physical appearance as a whole. At times she can't help but to compare herself with the beautiful girls out there--her old self would always grab something near and smashed it into the mirror, screaming and crying her heart out of why she is been born into this world.

This cruel world.

That no matter where she go, she would always be laughed at. Be teased, bullied, made fun of. She tried to love herself, no matter how her thoughts haunt her everytime she is happy. That she does not deserves it, that people pity her for it.

500 years from her timeline is no difference. The girls would look at her up and down, giggling at the tightness around her obi. The way she ordered those desserts on her plate, the way she eat. Her confidence crumbled whenever she tried to control herself from eating--she was laughed at again.

"Won't you faint if you do that? Oh, I didn't mean to be rude, Princess. The lords would question us and we would be in trouble." The head maid asked her, but she can see her lips quiver from holding back her own laughter. Same goes to the other maid behind her who whispering among themselves. Even the passing vassals nudge to one another, as if she had done something amazing.

It's alright.

It's fine.

This is nothing.

This is normal.

It's..

Fine.

Nobunaga

His fireball has been quiet the whole session of war council.

Usually Nobunaga find her silent mode adorable. Because she is not being silent on purpose, her mind will be full with the questions of "What should I eat tonight?" and "Ah are we done yet? I'm so hungry."

But today was different. She is sad. He could see it.

He called out for her name, only to get a low whisper of "I'm sorry.". She cupped her lips, and run out from the hall. But she didn't know he had saw her tears. It fumes him so much, and his mind is racing with what had caused her to cry, and he is all ready to slash their necks off their head for it.

Before he could run after her, Hideyoshi had stopped him. "My Lord. May I have a bit of your time?"

"Not now, Hideyoshi."

"...I may know what happened." Nobunaga paused in his tracks. "It was.."

He find her at her room, crying next to a broken mirror.

"...I've returned to my old self.." She mumbled under her breath. "I hate to see myself. I hate it, Nobunaga.. Til this day I.. I couldn't fathom why you choose me."

"..It was my own choice. Not theirs." He pulled her by her arms gently, making her facing him. "I'm not in love with your outer appearance. I'm not in love with how you look like. Your heart is beautiful enough to make my heart stir so much until I couldn't control it myself. Say all you want about yourself, but always remember that I will be the one to love you with all my heart." He lean and kiss on her forehead many times until she calmed down.

The very next day, he brought her for a short trip to let go of her sadness. As for the castle,..

They are all punished to eat spoiled rice in each of their meal, served together with dead bodies of a lizard for 3 days and 3 nights by Mitsuhide.

Oh, his favorite part of her body? Hips and thigh. He LOVE to smack it and sleep on it.

Masamune

She is happy. Thankful to what life has offered her. Masamune has chosen her, of all those beautiful girls out there, who is more worthy to stand by the infamous One-Eyed Dragon.

But at times...

"So your face is like that ever since an accident? Oh okay.." Her beaming smile fades in instant to the tone that the lady use on her.

"..It's better if she just died on spot." She muttered under her breath, "I just don't see how the most handsome warlord chooses her. It might be just a feeling of pity."

Her grip around the bag of mochi tightened. She heard it all. She heard of it almost everything.

"Now, you must be very unique to the point it caught the heart of the dragon aye?" The shop owner chuckled. "As usual thank you for always helping us finish the desserts, it helped us a lot, dear! Your body is. Ahahaha!" He playfully smack onto her shoulder, and she could only laugh softly.

Her eyes lowered to the mirror in front of her. "..I wonder why myself.."

"Well,..!"

MC gasped as she could feel a strong arm pull her close into a very familiar, soothing smell. It came from a chest that she would always bury her face in and it belongs to none other than Masamune.

"Masa- Anata..? What are you doing here?"

"Hmm? I was grabbing for some ingredients for tonight, and I happen to come across a.." He flashed a grin to the shop owner and the woman, "..very unpleasant conversation about my wife."

He feel a tug on his chest. "It was nothing, I'm used to it.""Ahaha no you won't." His smile curved down to a serious ones. "...You."

"Y-yes, My Lord??"

"Pack up your things now. You are not allowed to sell anywhere you wanted as long as it's within my dragon eye."

"B-but, we are just joking My Lo- kyaaa!!!" The other lady stumbled on her feet the moment Masamune point his sword at her. "My choice is never your concern. Do as I say or else you want to end up at the red light district?"

"Anata..!"

"Sure, my wife is not beautiful for you. At least her beauty doesn't match your ugly heart and a beautiful face that is suitable only for spreading legs for men." He spat.

Wow..

She never seen her husband this angry before. "Anata..? I love you." She giggled.

"..And I love you MORE, my kitten to my baby kitten (ㅅ˙³˙)♡ 💕💕💕💕~~"

She can't help but laugh. He would always make her happy and she never regret meeting him in her life.

Fav parts: Ass and Stomach. So cute and curvy ❤❤❤❤

Mitsuhide

Mitsuhide might be working in the shadows, but he is also a well known Warlord of Oda Nobunaga.

He is a very mysterious man, so when people heard the rumors about him, they are full of curiosity about him. Especially if he has someone for a love interest, crushes, any girl he want to get as a wife, and so on. So, when he got married, the rumor goes around just like a wind, where it makes them more and more curious to know, who he have chosen to be his life companion, giving his interesting personality.

"...Oh. You are.. his wife?"

The Daimyo whom they met for a new alliance look at MC up and down, checking her features, as if looking for something on her. He coughed, "Ehm very peculiar." He eyed MC's curves and to her hips. "Ah, for the heir I guess?"

Her hold around the tea tray twitched, followed by her forced smile. She have gathered her courage to give him a lesson when..

BANG!

A sound of a powdered gun echoed the council hall, and all eyes is on Mitsuhide who were grinning at the entrance with a smile that sends cold shiver to the daimyo and his men. "Ah pardon me, I thought there was an intruder because it was laughing like a pig and it perks my attention."

"P-PIG-"

Masamune snorts into his palm. "That really helps lad, I was wondering to myself ever since he arrived..!"

The laughter is followed by Nobunaga, "Such a nice haircut you have there."

"Huh? Wha??" He pats around his head, only to find his fake hair has burnt by his side. "NOOOOO!! Y-YOU! THE ALLIANCE ENDS HERE!"

Nobunaga shrugged, "Who said so?"

"H-huh?"

"Who said that I make an alliance with a pig? Anyway, Mitsuhide, send over a man to make a huge farm for his room. Take over his castle and make them eat grasses for a month."

"May I request for an extension of another month?" Ieyasu added.

"A year, My Lord." Mitsuhide grinned as he pulled his wife into a kiss. "..For disgracing my wife and also the Princess of Azuchi in front of everyone."

"A year it is." After that no one escorts the daimyo out as his title is also be taken away on the same day.

Fav part: Hips and Breasts. Woohoo ❤

Kenshin

"Kenshin-sama must be so desperate."

Again. It's just one of those days where people starts to gossip about her place in Kasugayama.

"He should have just gone to the red light district if he is sexually frustrated."

She froze in her tracks. Yes, they can say anything about her but for her beloved when they know nothing, they should just

"Mind your own business!" She shouted.

"Uwah. What's with this woman??"

"Hey, you should be grateful that we didn't harm you, knowing how you were just the spoils of war to Kenshin-sama. He must have been blind and chose you because Isehime had died. Heh!"

SLAP!! "SHUT UP!"

"You..! This ugly woman!!!"

She winced as he grabbed her by the collar, and in a blink of eye,

His arm were sliced and it plop onto the ground. Bystanders were screaming and gasping at the sight, and MC were speechless to the scene in front of her. Then, a black cloak covered her eyes as a figure in pale blonde pulled her into its chest.

"Say it again and touch her with your filthy hands, your head will be the next one. The woman that I choose to be by my side is the heart that had saved me and NEVER will replace the person who had died long time ago." His mismatched orbs glare into the trembling man's eyes.

"And." He pointed his sword to the other passerby. "If all of you say the same thing or have any complains, leave Echigo or have your head be decorated in your own home.

"..Anata. I'm fine."

"You aren't. I know you better."

"Thank you Kenshin." She smiled into his chest, kissing it while circling her arms around his torso.

His fav part: Ass and Thigh ❤

Shingen

She grinned to the mochi in her hands, pinching around it playfully before munching on it. "Mmmnnhhh~~~~ so fluffy so sweettt~~~". She beamed, happily swinging the bag of sweets in her hand.

She gasped as she spotted her husband among the crowd. "Anata..!"

Ah he didn't hear her. She should go nearer so she could surprise him with the delicious mochi that she bought, couldn't wait to go back to the castle, having their usual tea time routine.

Suddenly a hand stop her. "Hey, I wouldn't go near if I were you..! Are you the maid?"

"M-maid? No, I'm--"

"See those girls around him? You won't stand a chance..! He may be kind to every girls but as for your type.." The lady look at her up and down, giggling at her. "Hahaha..! Oops! Uhm..nope, nope.."

Ah, the typical lines. "Y-yeah, you are right." She glances at Shingen from her shoulder, turning her foot to go back to the castle when

"My darling wife, why aren't you waiting for me? I'm sad you know?"

Gasps echoed all over as he pulled her by the waist, kissing her cheek and temple. "Hm? Your friend?" He smiled at the lady in front of her. "Thank you for pulling my wife away from the busy crowd, you see. She is pregnant with my little angels, so crowds is dangerous for her." He winked, caressing her belly with full of love. "Ah I just can't wait to meet my pair of angels~~" He turned back to the lady.

"Thank you once again. Do rest now, a woman of your age should rest with your grandchildren."

"Sh-Shingen, she's not.."

"Oh? OH pardon me, you look.." He pursed his lips as he look at her up and down, chuckling, "My bad, she looks like.. The witch from the "Snow White" story you ever show to me."

"Hey- pffft. Honey..!" She jabbed his waist.

"Oof! Ahahahaa..! Let's go, My Goddess."

The bit- lady was left flabbergasted in the middle of the road, and the girls who were circling around Shingen, walk passed her with a giggle.

"That's what you get for not keeping opinion to yourself..! Hehehee~~ ____ is a sweet girl, darling. It's your luck that Shingen-sama gives you some mercy or else you will be SLAPPED by our getas. Hmf!"

Fav part: Thigh and Stomach ❤

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku imagines

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exosmutfactory · 5 years ago

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Dark Horse-Prologue

All I know is that one day my boyfriend and lifelong best friend disappeared. No word of him from anyone. No trace of him anywhere. And after 6 agonizing months, they concluded that he is dead. So why the fuxk do I seeing him strolling around town at 3am?

[ warnings: strangulation(being choked), blood, implications of murder/death, scary shit ]

Prologue ✓ | Part 1| Part 2 |

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Baekhyun?

I’ve never been one to venture outside after dark. Always sticking to a safe schedule even if I live in a fairly nice neighboorhood. I’ve grown up knowing that you can never be too cautious; too present; too defensive. For the ones in the big, unlocked houses on the hill are killed in cold blood just as the innocent bystanders walking the lone hood streets. And I, unfortunately, have been a witness to both.

So no, you would never catch me power walking down the streets with both hands full of groceries at 3 am. But with one coworker calling in sick, another quitting before putting in their two weeks in advance and an important order due by 7 am the following morning; I had no choice but to stay back and help my frail boss get everything done. She offered to call me a cab, but I’ve never been one to take a ride from strangers. Not in years, and not when my car is actually working. Just my luck it is stuck on a 3-week waitlist at the only auto shop in this forsaken town.

I sigh deeply, a cloud of smoke forming from the cold November air. The bags in my hands will surely break if I don’t get home soon. The girl behind the register packaged everything poorly with a clear sneer on her face. Honestly, I’m used to such behavior, but I don’t have my trusty shopping bag with me. It’s left in my car. Luck isn’t quite on my side this week, but I will not let it get me down. Everything passes eventually... No matter how long that eventually is.

Carefully walking across the road one block away from my destination, I look up at the moon. Something about the glowing orb in the sky brings a sense of calm to my heart. And, unexpectedly, it’s in full form.

Strange; I think. Wasn’t it full the previous Tuesday?

With a start in my chest as I recall the last time I’ve seen it, I realize… It was.

A jarring noise brings my steps to a halt; my ears picking up on it from the alley to my right. With it comes the sound of a muffled scream and the squish of a knife diving into human flesh.

I close my eyes in resign, steadying my breathing before continuing on.

Before my foot can even touch the ground, I’m grabbed harshly by the arm. I cry out when my face slams into a wall. The bricks mercilessly scraping my cheek; hot blood running over my parted lips as I gasped for air. The click of heeled boots comes my way as I carefully lean away from the wall; hissing when my wounds are slammed right back against it by a cold hand. I close my stinging eyes.

The culprit chuckles. “Didn’t mama teach you never to go out after dark, little girl?” They whisper in my ear, roughly dragging sharp teeth across it that makes me cry out again before licking the dripping blood with a hum. “Especially tasting this sweet…” Gripping my collar they tear the back of my clothes with a single yank. “Hmm,” They lightly drag their teeth over the exposed skin; cold tongue occasionally flicking out as if sampling a new meal, “So pure too.”

I can’t help shivering, but it’s not from injury, the cold or humiliation… It’s… Their voice… Against all the things my therapist told me. Against all odds of my suspicions being incorrect. Against the possibility… the likelihood of my thoughts being false. I think of him. And open my eyes. The truth is one that I can’t handle.

A strange man with snow-white hair covering his eyes; an adored button nose; mochi lips I’ve kissed thousands of times.

“Baekhyun?” I utter, feeling breathless as the realization sets in. It’s him. It’s him! It has to be him.

Then they lift their head; eyelids flicked open to reveal blood-red pupils and blacked out irises where normally shining brown orbs are supposed to be. The crooked smirk on their face sinister as I see the souls of the people that have been devoured swirling in those demon eyes.

I choke as a cold hand wraps around my neck, scratching at it as my lungs burned with the need for air; black dots filling my vision at an alarming rate. Before I lose consciousness, the...the thing leans closer.

It tilts its head, “Baekhyun?” A wider smirk reveals razor-sharp teeth covered in crimson; the metallic scent of blood and raw meat reaching my sensitive nose. “No.” It cackles, tightening its grip so much I can only silently scream at the loud crack of the top of my spine.

Just as the light is fading for my eyes; my sense of touch going numb with the oncoming darkness; its distant voice rings loud and clear.

“I am Baëkhyun.”

I sit up with a choked gasp, clawing at nothing but air. My eyes flicker over the blurry room; pastel colors taking a while to register in my mind.

I’m alive; I gasp in another breath, counting to 100 as I try to calm my pounding heart. I’m alive; my hands reach down to the cotton candy blue sheets, gripping them as my breathing regulates. With a blink, the blur clears from my eyes. Comforting baby pink walls greeting me.

I jump when my alarm goes off, quickly slamming the clock to shut it up. The time reading 7:00 am on the dot.

I sigh shakily, running a hand roughly through my tangled hair, “I’m alive...” Looking down at my hands I wince, curling them to hide my dirtied nails.

Relaxing against my pile of pillows, I turn my head to look out the window; whimpering the second my neck throbs in pain. Facing forward, I carefully climb out of bed; paddling with bare feet across the carpeted floor to my room door. I move to the door to the left, flicking on the lights before stepping into the room. My breath catching in my throat at the state of my neck.

Four distinctly red finger marks on the left and another on the right; all larger than my own hand. All the shape of his.

Dumbly poking a tentative finger at one of them, I cry out in pain; gripping the sink for support.

It wasn’t a dream; I do not dare to utter aloud, taking another look at the mirror.

To my horror, I see him there; razor-sharp teeth preparing to sink into my neck.

With a startled scream, I run out of the room; slamming the door to my bedroom shut. But even safely within the confinements of my room, the scent of his rancid breath lingers. The sound of his evil laughter circling in my head.

I let my back slide down the door, curling my knees to my chest as I try to stop choking on air.

If that wasn’t a dream…

My eyes fall shut, squeezing hard enough to hurt as tears well up.

“If that wasn’t a dream. I’ll be seeing him soon…”

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Prologue ✓ | Part 1| Part 2 |

#not tagging this part so I dont freak anyone out ahhh #feel free to ask what I was on while making this #aka I listened to bad romance and dark horse on repeat #by lady gaga and katy perry yes #and ofc the exo comeback is a thing #please dont come after me with pitchforks xd

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darquedeath4444 · 5 years ago

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Price (Chapter 1)

My Hero Academia

Pairing: Ochako-centric (For now)

Summary:

In a crueller world, Ochako realizes that hoping will never get her anywhere. She willingly takes her first step into villainy and is unknowingly led the rest of the way in by a man who buys her loyalty. Years too late she realizes the truth, and she can only hope that if she cannot be a hero in all senses of the word, maybe she can at least be one for those she cares for.

Chapter ONE

Uraraka Ochako grows up wanting to be a hero.

She is born to two loving, doting parents who are honestly the best parents anyone can ask for. They might be on the poor side financially, but Ochako finds she does not mind, not when they are there to greet her in the morning with wide smiles on their faces and tuck her into bed at night with said smiles still unwavering.

Her family owns a construction company, and things had been rough for years. She is gifted with a quick which allows her to control gravity, and when she first learns this she is ecstatic because it will be very useful for her parents’ line of work.

Her parents, however, tell her that she is free to do what she wants, that she does not have to continue their family business, and Ochako stops and thinks because perhaps there are other ways to help.

Then, one day, she sees a particular interview on the news. The man being interviewed is a hero, who just saved a bunch of people who had been held prisoner by a villain trying to rob a bank.

A hero, she knows, is someone who uses their quirk for justice and the good of others, and because it is a job, they get paid for it.

Ochako’s chest warms and she just knows that this is what she wants to do. She will become a hero so that she can help her parents and everyone else who needs help. She does a little research, and all she needs is a few years, to grow a little older, so that she can enter a school to become one.

But the world is unfair and slightly crueller than Ochako realizes. It isn’t patient enough to give her just a little more time, and doesn’t discriminate who it sinks its fangs into. Her parents, who are nothing but loving and supportive and just want to live a good, happy life, slowly but surely become its latest victims. It is the cruellest murder of all, one where everyone knows death is coming, but they can do nothing about it.

Their lives come crumbling down around them just like the walls of their house and Ochako can do nothing but watch as soon, the only thing holding up what remains of their world are the smiles of her parents as they tell her, promise her, that things will become better one day.

Ochako smiles back and agrees, but she becomes tired of waiting for ‘one day’, because ‘one day’ will never come, not to her household, not if she does nothing but wait for it.

She loves her parents and does not doubt they love her, but they are wrong. Nothing will become better if they wait for it, she has to make it better.

She has no time to wait, no time to waste waiting, not when the world is already at their doorsteps with a knife. Her quirk might not be the most impressive thing around, but she knows that if she can utilize it properly, she will be a formidable force.

Gravity is what roots everything to the very earth they all stand on, after all, and she can negate it.

The first time she does it, it is largely curiosity. She is at a dagashiya, one she often stops by to look through but never actually buys anything. She has been hungry all day, because her parents had had to rush out to work early in the morning, and while they told her to eat anything in the fridge, she feels bad because she knows they haven't.

The store is run by an old woman who is mostly unaware of what goes on, and the packet of mochi she takes is past the expiry date. She still feels bad, her steps slowed by fear and the stolen goods a little heavy in her pocket.

A few more times and she learns that her quirk helps. It reduces the weight of the loot in her pockets and makes her steps lighter as she skips out of the store.

The first time she almost gets caught is also the first time she attempts at another store. She does not know that the things standing on either side of the doorway are anti-shoplifting alarms, and she triggers one when she steps out, a bar of chocolate hidden in her hoodie.

She was careful to pick a time where there are little people around, and the storekeeper blinks when he rushes over and sees her frozen on the spot because she hadn’t thought this through.

“Uh, hey, kid, did you take something?”

Ochako’s hands feel clammy, but she shakes her hand. “No,” she says. “The alarms just started ringing.” Then, in what she hopes is convincing childish panic, she widens her eyes and bites her lip. “Did I do something wrong? Am I going to be arrested?”

The man looks like he doesn’t know whether to trust her or not. “I’m just going to pat you down, okay?”

Ochako nods, and the guard does just that. He finds nothing, and he stands up. “Welp, must have been a malfunction,” he says, and he sounds a little more friendly. “Where are your parents, kid?”

“At work,” she tells him.

The man nods sympathetically. “I see. Stay out of trouble, okay?”

Ochako grins and waves him off, then makes sure there is no one else around before she presses her fingers together. The chocolate bar falls into her grasp from above and she hurries off.

Once she has started, she finds she cannot stop. No one suspects much of the cute, cheerful girl and she becomes good, too good. A part of her mind is always thinking about values and escape routes and targets, and she has to consciously stop her hands from reaching out towards the pile of apples that could probably feed them for days if they are as careful with them as they are with everything else they own.

She is careful to keep her targets to products they already own, or stuff they usually buy, so she can sneak small quantities of her steals to the small supply of it they have at home.

She never gives in, however, not when her parents are around because they are trying so hard for her and she doesn’t want to know how they’d feel if they find out she has given in to stealing, even if she, too, is doing it for them.

The local museum is open once everyday months for free, and Ochako often finds herself going. Her parents had been called out on an emergency at work so this time she is alone, but the people at the doors let her in without much trouble.

There is a limited time Egyptian exhibition, and as she walks around the showcases holding artifacts made of pure gold, all she can think of is how much that’d be worth.

Not that she is in any position to even attempt to steal it, but the thought of the money she could get from selling something so sparkly makes her stomach lurch in ways she doesn’t know is good or bad.

She clears her head and tries to simply enjoy the cultural significance and the sheer history on display, but the thought dances teasingly at the back of her mind.

She is on the third floor, in one of the gift shops, when the ground suddenly crumbles without warning.

It is not an explosion, more like a sudden sinkhole, and Ochako just manages to cast her quirk on herself as the entire building crumbles down.

When Ochako comes to, she is caged in by two large slabs of metal that probably saved her from the smaller pieces of debris raining down on her. She is small and manages to crawl out from the gaps between the metal, and finds herself on top of crumbled walls and floors.

She does not see anyone else around, but she can see the sky from where she is. The sun is still up, so unless she was unconscious for a day, it has barely been a few hours at most.

She feels tears well up in her eyes as she feels herself beginning to panic, and she forces herself to not cry.

The heroes will be here soon, maybe they are already here.

She does not know how long she had been down here, alone. She considers using her quirk on herself multiple times, but it makes her so queasy she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to get to the top before becoming sick anyway.

She begins looking around, and when she finds a part of a shelf from the gift shop lined with snacks, she grabs a packet and wolfs it down. Something red and shiny catches her eye just as she has finished stuffing a few extra packets into her pockets and she carefully digs through the small bits of debris, almost cutting her hands on shattered glass, and picks up the large, red gem the size of her palm.

She had seen this in the exhibition. Was it real?

Suddenly, she hears footsteps and voices. Panicking, she shoves the stone into her pocket. The sounds go quiet for a moment, and then there is a sudden rush behind her.

“Don’t move!”

Ochako freezes at the sharp warning and spins around. The man’s firm glare widens in shock when their eyes meet. A second hero, a woman, appears behind him and she, too, goes stiff.

“What-you’re just a kid!”

They’re heroes.

Ochako stumbles back, relief and fear gripping her. Had they seen her stealing?

The man finally seems to shake off his shock. “Did anyone mention a missing girl?”

Ochako takes in a sharp breath. They hadn’t.

“No one reported a missing kid,” the woman says. “Unless, of course, there was no one to report her.”

“You okay, kid?” The man slowly reaches out towards her and Ochako forces herself to stay still. “Hurt anywhere?”

Ochako shakes her head. “I’m okay,” she says.

The man smiles kindly. “That’s good,” he says. “We’re going to come over there, okay? We’re heroes, we’re not going to hurt you.”

Ochako nods. “Okay. What happened? The ground suddenly started shaking and the whole building exploded!”

The woman hops over the debris first and crouches down in front of her. “We suspect a villain raid,” she explains. “Probably after the Egyptian stuff.”

Ochako keeps silent. Probably. She’s only ever shoplifted before, and they had still caught her attention.

“Anyways, I’ll call this in, okay?” The man raises a hand to his earpiece. “Hopefully, we can get someone in here to get-”

Suddenly there is a small explosion above them, and in the next second, the two heroes in front of her are impaled cleanly through by large tendrils of what looks like metal. Blood splatters onto the ground in front of her and Ochako stumbles back in horror.

Someone lands heavily in front of her and Ochako slowly looks up.

The man looming over her has dark red hair and piercing yellow eyes. His face is covered by a metal mask and he wears a long, white coat that slowly settles from its flailing as he straightens himself.

“Never expected a brat to try an’ snatch our loot,” the man mutters thoughtfully. He leans down and grabs her by the front of her clothes. Ochako gasps and instinctively grasps at the hands as they lift her up like she weighs nothing.

“Let me go!” She plants all five fingers firmly down onto the limb holding her up, and the surprise is just enough to make the man release her. Ochako lands on the ground with a grunt and lets out a scream when the metal tendrils from before stabs into the ground beside her.

The man now has a thoughtful glint in his eyes as he stares down at her. The other end of the metal is firmly held in his grasp, and he uses it to drag himself back down to the ground. “Your quirk, brat?”

Ochako hesitantly nods.

“Huh. So, what’re you doing here?”

Ochako panics, and the fact that she hadn’t actually meant to take anything flies from her mind, leaving behind the fact that she had considered it, if only for a second.

“My parents-my parents need the money-”

“Your parents sent you in?”

Ochako desperately shakes her head, suddenly scared the man would go after them after he kills her. “No! I didn’t actually mean to take anything! They don’t know anything!”

The man continues to look down at her like he does not know what to make of her. His quirk obviously allows him to control metal, though there is no saying that that is all he can do. Even if he is floating, he can easily kill her.

Ochako cannot run. She steels herself and meets his yellow gaze as best she can.

“How old are you, brat?”

“Eight,” she replies honestly.

“You really are a brat huh.”

If this conversation had been between her and one of the neighbours, Ochako might have made a comment about the number of times the man repeated the word ‘brat’. It isn’t, though, so she bites her tongue and prays that whatever he is thinking, it is enough for him to let her live.

He killed the two heroes like it was nothing, she does not doubt for a second that his current gravityless state will stop him if he decides to get rid of her too.

“I lead a small group of thieves,” the man tells her after a while. “We run heists like this once in a while.” He continues to stare down at her. “Tell you what,” he finally says. “I’ll buy your loyalty.”

Ochako blinks, confused. “What?”

“You want money for your parents, right? We don’t have anyone with a quirk like yours, might be useful to have around. We’re thieves, an’ good ones at that. You’ll earn way more than if you run around by yourself.”

“Hence buy my loyalty.” Ochako tries to think, but her brain cannot keep up with anything going on around her at this point. She had gotten caught by heroes, only for said heroes to be killed by the actual villain, who is now offering her membership into his band of thieves.

Still, she knows there is only one answer. Everything she has done up until this point has led to this, and sooner or later, she will be caught and be forced to stop forever. She cannot pretend it didn’t happen, after all.

Or, she can tuck herself underneath the wing of a man who clearly knows what he is doing.

If he plans to kill her anyway, there is no reason for him to offer her such an opportunity, right?

“Okay,” she says. She swallows, then repeats a little louder, “Okay.” She presses her fingers together. “Release.”

The man lands neatly on his feet and smirks. “Your name, brat?” He asks.

“Uraraka Ochako,” she tells him.

“Huh.” The man fiddles with his mask, as though wondering whether to take it off or not. Finally, he decides on taking it off, and Ochako stares at the dark markings covering the majority of his face. Scars, perhaps.

“Keep that stone, we’ll say it’s a welcome gift,” he tells her. So he had seen her. He had been watching the entire time. He smirks. “The name’s Wolfram.”

Ochako always wanted to be a hero, but she finds out a little too late that the world is just slightly not patient enough to wait for her, and she blinks, and realizes she has become anything but. Still, she won’t let it stop her. If she cannot become a hero for everyone who needs help, well, she’ll settle with being a hero for her parents. She will do anything to give them the nice, untroubled lives they deserve.

Anything.

Chapter TWO>

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#My Hero Academia #Boku no Hero Academia #MHA #BNHA #uraraka ochako #fanfiction #writing #Ochako centric #with appearances by others #lots of tomura probably #katsuki and shouto too

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