#at least i got everything else to work hehehehe

[apostase]

patch 7 is pissing me off so im taking away leuthere's face tattoo

(he's pretty so it's fine) (tw for eye contact below) (try not to smile blush or giggle /ref)

[nerdygoth77]

Some of my favorite Porter Gage lines!

“Keep your irradiated ASS away from me” 

“Boss”  

“Piss me off and I’ll still kick your ass from here to the Atlantic.” 

“Sure was fun! Huh Boss?” 

“I ain’t got the brains for mazes” 

“How's it go? “This town ain't big enough for you and me?” Awh nevermind :(“ 

“Ain't no way people paid for this shit, I refuse to believe it.” 

“Who the hell's idea of fun was this shit?”

“Ever feel the tiniest bit hurt that the institute hasn’t tried to replace you with a synth? I mean c’mon! I’m important. I-I’m worth replacing......” 

“Think about it…. If beer is still good after two hundred years.. Is it really something worth drinking?” 

“Personally, wouldn’t ever trust anyone to knock me out with gas or whatever, even if they claimed they were going to help.” 

“Can you imagine… having so much extra shit you’d need someplace to store it all” 

“Not paying ATTENTION-” (I fuck up a lot and trigger traps LOL)

“Not a big fan of being underground, so the sooner we wrap this up the better.” 

“Once upon a time, I suppose folks had nothing better to do than sit around outside”

“Greeaaat, because I ain’t seen enough trees and grass.” 

“Like I hadn’t already seen enough glowing shit to last a lifetime.” 

“Believe it or not, this is more civilized than some places i've lived”

"One of these bugs ever takes me down you tell people I died from trippin’ over my gun, fallin’ off a cliff, anything! It would be less embarrassing.” 

“Places like this….Makes me realize life was mostly shit before the bombs fell” 

“God…. Being in here is soul sucking.” 

“I hope you know where you’re going, I forgot my map.” 

“Least we ain't gotta worry about being hit by a train…..Right?”

“No question that shit was made to last…Maybe the wrong shit but still.”

“Me? I like night time. Something about it just feels right.” 

“You’re a real stunner, ya know that?”

“Are you shittin’ me” 

“Ever seen a dust angel? Bettin’ I could make one.” 

“Shiiiiitt I hate getting weeettt” 

“I’ve got a strong stomach, but ewwugh.” 

“You’re my kind of crazy boss.” 

“Boy do I love watching you work.” 

“Anyone ever tell you….your ass looks great in that vault suit.” 

“Don’t know about you, but I can’t see in the dark.” 

“You’ll always be the overboss of my heart- Hehehehe I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t keep a straight face.”

“Blamo” 

“Sheeeeeettt” 

“Don't mind me, just throwing up a bit in my mouth here.” 

“Damn, I hate insects. Like I needed something else to wipe off my fucking shoes” 

“VerMIN”

Everything. Just everything he says is wonderful. His voice is so fucking sexy.

"I'm not that big of a dick"

"Bullshit. Without me I'd be scraping your guts off the floor"

"Before you start pissing all over the plan, why don't you take a minute to hear me out."

"You ready to listen?"

"You're one ruthless son of a bitch aren't ya?"

"Awwwhh C'mon :("

"Just give this a chance, you might even have a little fun."

"Tell yuh whut."

"Everything all peachy with our friendly neighborhood psychopaths?"

"Welcome home, boss."

"I knew you had it in you."

"Next, the fun stuff."

"You look like shit."

He refers to getting high as "Getting blitz." LOL

"Well that oughta make things more interesting"

"hehehe OOPS."

"The fun we can have in this thing!"

"That one have pictures in it?"

"I like a good haul as much as the next guy-"

"You sure you got everything? There's a few more rocks you haven't picked up."

"I never had the hands for that kind of shit. Glad you do."

"You got some nimble fingers there huh?"

"You okay?" (When he shows concern?? UGH)

"Well now, would you look at that."

"Oh for the love of-"

"You gonna build me something nice?"

"Lookin good, Boss."

"oooh, gutsy."

"Pretty tough mutt you got there." (Any dialogue about Dogmeat is great)

"Aww, look at how nice and clean this is, and I here am, dirtying the place up." (one of my favorites)

There's so so many more but I didn't want this to get crazy long

[makemeadoll]

Ooh Tiffa here with midnight news!! Hehehe unn I'll add these to the #hypno files biiig post hehe, I just NEEDED to make this a different list because Tiffa got into such a weird but great dream!

I got like, suuuper deep with the first one, n then like, Tiffa dreamed I was in some sort of house!! Hehehe Tiffa thinks I was dreaming of my dreamed doll house 🥰 n I was (inside the dream) listening foreeever word by word to the files hehe n felt so intense!!

Tiffa rlly rlly had a super hard time noticing I was dreaming and coming back up!!! 💕

N was touching n feeling sooo much pleasure cause the last one was a Good Girl conditioning file n it was WILD!!! Tiffa awoke touching, moaning n playing with left nipple hehehehe 💕🤭

It's 94.31 minutes (~1:30h) of listening hehe:

1. Deep Sleep Surrender for Resistant Minds (Hypnosis) | Pendulum | Snaps | Soft Spoken ASMR

2. Blank and Deep Hypnosis (No wake)

3. DarkMissBunny BLANKS your EMPTY mind! 🤤💫 (15 minute loop)

4. The Ultimate Hypnotic Induction // Fractionation // Tranceperience

5. Good Girls get Hypnotised F4F | Jacqueline Powers Hypnosis

Gosh!!! Umm I know that umm files while sleeping like don't work because like the brain doesn't receive or process or learns new information while deep asleep, but umm I think Tiffa entered some sort of deeeep trance because I could rlly rlly understand n follow everything hehehe

And umm well, I can't guarantee you'll have the same experience or that even I get to experience it again, but um, I srsly hope Tiffa n everyone else does get it at least once in life hehehe Tiffa can't believe it!!! 🥹💖💕✨

[madstronaut]

TATS TATS TATS TATS (to the tune of Shots by LMFAO ft. Lil Jon)

tattoo au tattoo au tattoo auuuuu my beloved, one of my favorite AUs to read about!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alright I’m throwing a bunch of these fic rambles out now as I’ve got a busy season coming up for traveling off-site/pulliing long hours for work for the next few weeks but rest assured I have read all these july (and june…and may..april..march…etc etc) fanficowrimo fics a disturbing # of times and I will continue to do so during my mini work-related hiatuses  

Reading: Skin Deep by @rememberwren

first off the A/N at the beginning said “at least three nipples” and for some reason my brain went straight to chandler from friends havin a third nipple and thought i would also see a reader with a third nip 😂

also now that Ive seen this gif I can't help but see ghost+soap as military brit chandler & joey lmao

Her silky little tank top is drooping off of one shoulder, so you reach out and tuck it back into place.

i love this lil sisterly/affectionate gesture 🥰

“Oh no. No, no, no. Not Kevin. Not Kevin. Why, Kevin?” 

IT’S ALWAYS A FUCKIN KEVIN ISN’T IT (no shade to good kevins out there but most if not all the IRL kevins I know are little shitbags)

You deflate like a balloon, going limp and letting her drag you to the nearby free seats at the bar where you sit heavily.

nooooooooo I want to hug reader and pep talk her so bad here rn

...sipping at it and keeping your hand curled over the top of it protectively.

I both like and hate (that the need for this exists) this inclusion; club/bar survival 101

There is a personal instagram linked @GHOST89 but it is private when you try to click on it. 

hehehehe me also giggling as an 89 baby

The phone number your friend gave you rings straight through to voicemail…Groaning, you contemplate dialing him back when the phone in your hand rings—and it’s him. 

i guess my millennial is showin at the horror i felt at reading about answering a call from a strange #/stranger lol

All at once a shadow appears on the other side of the door. The shadow is enormous: well above six feet tall, and broad shouldered.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. And Ghost. 

aHAHAHAHA FUCKING SCREAMING AT THEIR IN PERSON MEETING I LOVED ALL THE DETAILS OF HOW THE READER & GHOST PERCEIVE EACH OTHERRR

He doesn’t laugh. “Everything. Is someone putting you up to this? This smells like Soap.” 

“What? No, of course not. I want this, I’m just, I’m an anxious personality. I promise.” You hesitate and then add: “I probably smell like soap because I showered this morning.” 

His mouth twitches. He leans back in his seat and sucks on his teeth, and you get the distinct feeling that he is trying very hard not to laugh at you.

LMAO I LOOOOOOOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS AWKWARD READER GIVING YOU A LIL MEDAL FOR THAT SOAP JOKE WRENNY

You do your best to express your idea, but your words feel halting and silly.

ah *pats reader’s arm* we’ve all been there lovey

pausing only once, when you say that you want this to be a sternum piece. Only then does his pencil seem to hover over the paper, his dark eyes seeking you out and pinning you in place on the armchair. 

He reaches for his tea to take a generous sip and then continues writing. 

first off I looove that ‘dark eyes pinning you in place’ line, if you have been on the receiving end it feels like being caught in a tractor beam just absolutely arresting knowing you’re at someone’s center of attention! but also fucking caaaaaackling seeing ghost attempt to keep his cool and be profesh imagining himself touching reader’s…sternum yes her sternum of course what else could he have been imagining- this is a christian blog writing about a 100% christian tattoo shop au you sick fuc-

How do you take pain?”  “I mean, it hurts?” you offer.  He stares.

😂😂😂

He’s handsome, in an odd sort of way. His brow is a little too low, his gaze a little too intimidating to be considered conventionally attractive, but you find him fascinating to look at, especially when he is so clearly in the throes of something he enjoys doing. It’s almost like watching someone have sex. The thought makes your face go warm.

oh I love this whole section…I think everyone is most attractive when they’re doing what they love/were born to do/fully themselves and in their element, and yes reader, it IS indeed so intimate to witness, akin to watching someone have sex indeed dw you’ll get your turn 🤭

He made them so the image would better fit the contours of your body. He made them because the ink will spread over time, and he wants the look to stay clean. 

His thoughtfulness touches you. 

🥹🥰

You didn’t tell me this guy was cute, you text to your friend.  GHOST? Cute? I’ve never even seen his face lol. He’s always wearing one of his masks. 

 sidenote shoutout to this bestie for connecting reader and ghostie🥰

Did it mean something that you wanted it to mean something?  

i am half in love with how relatable this reader is and her part curiosity bravery awkwardness cluelessness is absolutely endearing to meeee

Fuck the tattoo artist!!!! she says. Maybe he’ll ink you for free. 

lmao the feral bestie energy is immaculate (speaking as an IRL feral bestie)

Two days later, you squint blearily into the darkness at your phone after it vibrates on your nightstand. The time reads twelve past one in the morning. It’s from GHOST. 

hahahaha I would love to see this whole story from ghost’s perspective working his ass off to impress his clientcrush and texting her in the middle of the night GOD I LOVE BOTH THEIR ENERGIES

“Your tits are cute. Let Ghost see them.” 

#FREETHENIPPLE2024

You felt reasonably safe with Ghost, but still a degree of embarrassment about your own body. Or perhaps that was too strong a word—it didn’t embarrass you, but it felt private. Baring your breasts to a near stranger (especially one you had a grudging attraction to) made your anxiety reach epic level proportions. 

so valid, reader, so valid! I loved their exchange discussing her anxieties as well

but his blond hair, cropped short to his scalp is riotous in a way that is adorably charming, like he hasn’t been able to keep his hands out of it.

looks like reader wasn’t the only anxious one 👀👀🤭🤭

You fight the arousal that blooms in your belly at the sight of him doing such benign things as washing his hands, putting on gloves, opening fresh needles, preparing little wells of ink and sticking them to the movable cart with Vaseline. There’s just something about a person who knows exactly what they’re doing and who is able to do it with efficacy.

yes, yes, yes, and (checks notes) yes

Finally, you sit in front of him in only the pasties, the shirt lax around your shoulders, and your sweatpants, socked toes curling in anxiety in your shoes

ghost nervously aroused by reader in this outfit (SWEATS, SOCKS. BUTTONUP???) is so endearing to me lmao

“Yes,” he says. Then his eyes flicker to yours. “Everyone is. Everywhere. It’s normal.”

I know somewhere, ghost’s bestie soap is facepalming at his answers here LMAO

“Very good,” you answer, sitting back down, hoping he ignores the way your breasts bounce a little as you do

HAHAHAHA DENIAL, THY NAME IS READER

His gentleness and thoughtfulness go straight to your cunt. 

me, reading: “is this reader…me?????” 🧐🤔🧐🤔

He pauses when this happens, eyes flickering up to your own, making sure you are alright even though he can likely feel the pounding of your heart beneath his hand. That hand on your chest, wrist just brushing the top of your breast, is a solid warm weight that seems to tether you back down to the earth as he lines you.

ah i love this sm. there’s a special tenderness (and sexiness) in getting on an intuitive/anticipatory/reading body language/unspoken cues level of communication🥰

“Alright. Break,” he says, abruptly turning the gun off. He covers your exposed breast with another towel. “Take ten.”

LMAO READER BROKE HIM FIRST I AM CACKLING I *KNEW* HE WENT TO RUB ONE ONE OUT EVEN BEFORE WREN CONFIRMS HE DID INDEED LATER ON

It had almost weeded out you, you think about telling him, but in the end you decide against it.

almost..but you made it!!! *strong urge to pep talk reader and boost her confidence intensifies* CMON GIRL YOUR BEST ASSETS ARE RIGHT OUT FRONT WORK WITH WHAT YA GOT

“I need breaks too,” he says stonily. 

yes cos hes rock hard rn get it *badumtss* sorry I’ll stop here

His face is stoic—what bits of it you can see from behind the mask—as he washes his hands thoroughly and preps his work station again. 

the amount of screeching/cackling I made while reading this was really unhealthy 

This time his hand keeps a very respectable distance from your breasts—a fact which you both lament and appreciate all in one.

sigh I feel you reader, the paradox of A Good Man indeed

a happy trail you’d give your life to follow

this...is some A GRADE PROSE RIGHT HERE WREN MWAH MWAH MWAH

“Eager to be done?” you wonder.  He stares at you, expression flat, and says nothing. Nothing needs to be said. 

what good is yearning without some delicious tension arising from some misinterpretation?!?! btw having some curiosity/courage/humility to talk things out can NIP so many conflicts in the bud before they start… (I know I said I'll stop well I lied)

After he takes the photo, he posts it and asks for your handle to tag you in it…You get home to find that Ghost’s personal account has requested to follow you.

🤭🤭🤭🤭again gigglin madly

You find yourself staring at his fixated expression for longer than is respectable. 

awwwWWWWWWWWWWWW-[audio cut off, voice reached inhuman decibels]

What sort of ink did Ghost use? Was it reputable? What if the infection reaches your bloodstream? You were too young to die! Your anxiety spirals like a plane with one wing, trailing smoke as it soars straight down, determined to take you with it.   

omg reader reader WHY ARE YOU SO RELATABLE I HATELOVE IT the anxiety tailspin’s so real

You don’t bother with a bra, not when it irritates your tattoo so much.

as someone who has experienced skin irritation under clothes definitely sympathywinced reading this

“I was smoking,” he says when you roll your eyes in exasperation.  “You’re worried about getting the chemicals on my skin but not in your lungs?” “Fuck my lungs,” he mutters.

I’m in love with their exasperated banter here lmao

As he speaks, his breath fans across your chest, making you shiver. He sees this, his eyes darkening. “When you called, I thought it was for me.”

FUCKING FINALLY (also why he wore the mask during their session earlier i suspect)

“It was for you,” you say, brow furrowing. “Who else?”

OH MY FUCKING GOOOODD READER!!! READER PLEASE LMAO this is comedy of shakespearean proportions to me

God, it’s like he’s not getting it. Maybe you need to be bolder. Fortune favors the bold, doesn’t it?

YES ReADER YES YOU CAN DO IT!!! I AM SHARPIE ON CARDBOARD SIGN RABIDLY WAVING ENCOURAGING YOU FROM THE SIDELINES FUCKING GO FOR IT OMG THE FUCKING TENSION HERE IS LIKE WATCHING A SPORTS MATCH WAITINGBEGGING FOR YOUR TEAM TO SCORE

“If I—“ it hits him then. You can see it in the fractional widening of his eyes, the way his mouth parts softly in blatant surprise before he shuts it, dark eyes returning to your sternum. He says: “Closer.”

FUCKING FINALLY YES SCORE POINT SET MATCH GOAL SLAM DUNK FUUCKKK waving flags rn

“Be still,” he says firmly. Another pitiful sound slips past your throat. “Let me play with you.” 

ah riley ever the professional lmao

“Please,” you gasp. “Play with me—even if that’s all you want—just don’t stop, please.”  His mouth parts as he listens to you, his eyes so, so dark. The pupils have nearly swallowed his irises whole, until you can see yourself bare from the waist up in the reflection. He shakes his head a little. “You don’t even know what you’re saying.”

“you don’t know what you’re saying” could be the alternate title for this whole damn fic lmao also fucking love this with the reflection in the pupils! I had this experience IRL and I still think about it from time to time

You gape at his admission. Had you been? He’d been so closed off and cool…though now that you thought back, maybe that was just his way of hiding it.

yall we got a BUDDING SHERLOCK HOLMES HERE, SOMEONE GET HER A MAGNIFYING GLASS 😂

“You the kind of girl who can cum like this? Just from this?”  “Uh-huh,” you promise, head bobbing. 

READER!!! you fucking cutie pie also if simon asked me a question any question while dry humping all my answers would be promises, well said reader, well fuckin said

“You can play with it.” You shyly run your thumb over it the way he had yours. He sighs, breath fanning across your arm

oh I love this mirroring here!!!

He lets you, very patient, like a dangerous creature withholding its bite. 

this line is perfection mwah mwah mwah

Then he touches you, and when he does, he touches you with surprising reverence. He touches you like you are art. 

this is so tender, I love this sm!!! this might be my favorite line in this whole blessed fic-

“Can’t believe you let me ink you,” he mutters.

this line + his reaction to reader calling him hot makes me think he has some self-esteem issues 🥺🥺🥺

His sigh is shaky. You’re learning his reactions, his very breaths. That shaky sigh means he’s pleased with you. You’ve said something right. 

this is a very revealing insight imho as in contrast, simon showed he’s been reading her body language very well much earlier on (he fell first and harder)

“Can’t,” you gasp, his revelation electrifying you. I loved this phrasing!!!! “Not sure I want you to cum now,” he says. “Hold it. I’m thinking it over.”  You broken?”  “Yes.”  He snorts. Then it turns into that laughter, warm and rumbling against your back. You smile where he can’t see. 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA my god when writers get simons droll brit humor right THEY GET IT SO FUCKING RIGHT

“I jerked off in the back just from seeing half your tits,” he admits.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH GOD wrenny this whole story was so sweet and sexy and like a shakespearean comedy in the best way with the tension and miscommunication built up then resolved and mirrored in the best way with all that release of tension

also when I came back to link this story absolutely gasped at the little link atop indicating a SEQUEL??? MOTHER WREN YOU ARE TOO KIND INDEED

also finally realizing now as I write this the third nipple was ghost’s lol

also screaming IRL at how reader met soap LMAOO the TONGUE FLASH AND CASUALLY DROPPING HE’S PART OWNER, the screamers line from simon? AAAAAAAAAAAA [screeching reaching unholy decibels rn]

With Simon, you were just discovering that sex could be fun; sex could be slow; sex could end with no one orgasming and it could still change your life. 

🥹🥰🥹🥰yes yes PSA this is true IRL as well dear readers

He’s got cute nipples: small and pink as his mouth.

what a compliment, reminds me of that weird irl clock app trend I thInk with those glossier lip pencils mimicking nipple/dick colors or smth smth idk im too old/lazy/tired to keep up with tikkytokky trends

“You’re alone with Soap for sixty seconds and now you want your tits pierced. Are you saying that’s a coincidence?” 

mmm i can smell some tension/insecurity/anxiety brewing in this line of questioning already, fascinating!!!

You’ve never considered yourself to be particularly sexy, but the way he looks at you makes you feel powerful, like the sun lives just underneath your skin.

🥺🥺🥺

“We’ve got a spectator? A voyeur?” Soap asks, rubbing his hands together. “Oh you know all my seedy kinks, Ghost.”  Soap extends a hand to you. “The big guy still hasn’t introduced us. Some call me Soap, but beautiful women are allowed to call me Johnny.”  You shake his warm hand to be friendly and make the mistake of meeting his eyes. They are very blue, framed by dark lashes and expressive eyebrows. He flashes his tongue piercing at you again and you jerk your hand back like you’ve been burned. He laughs. 

 wow I know soap is often headcannoned as “flirts with anything that moves”/“flirts as friendship” but I love this little extra wrench/kink he throws in simon x reader’s relationship here (and very revealing of simon & johnny’s relationship here)

the whole ghost offering soap a free tattoo for reader’s nip piercing exchange is a fucking FASCINATING insight into his + johnny’s psyche in so many ways!!!!! johnny immediately drawing a boundary with reader as simon’s girlfriend and completely switching off his casual flirting (maybe in response to being shocked at the exceptions/rulebreaking simon made for her?) - I would also ask, as reader did right after this, about their friendship & history…a picture paints a thousand words and what a picture!! I loved this weird lil heated exchange

“I was doing stick ‘n pokes for anyone who would sit still. He was piercing soldier’s ears in exchange for cigarettes.

I like this lil canon inversion of what I’d think their roles would be in a tattoo au (johnny is an avid sketcher and would probably be more likely to be the artist if we follow canon)

"We both decided we’d rather live to see thirty, so when our time was up, we didn’t re-enlist, pooled our money, bought a location and never looked back.” 

#JohnnyLives in AUs and fanfic, god bless fanfic, yes and amen

“Was Johnny the one to pierce your nipple?” Simon stills for a moment, considering the question. At length he sets his glass down and says slowly: “Yes.”

what is it about fanfic writers who pluck our beloved blorbos out of their element (always reminded that COD is a first person shooter military propaganda game) yet capture their essence and personality so perfectly as they do??!?!?! one of the things I loved about this story is how wren writes simon in such a simon-y way if that makes sense

also reader, you are quite kinky and curious from what I can gather re: braving through a fucking sternum tat as your first one and ghost’s giant dick and considering a nip piercing; in conclusion LETS HANG OUT IRL I ADORE YOU (platonic)

He is much more abrupt today than he had been yesterday. You’re almost moved enough to ask him if he’s upset, but perhaps this is just his professionalism. Regardless, you miss the easy-going nature that had gone so far to put you at ease yesterday. 

this + the lack of eye contact compared to ghost’s behavior with reader is fucking revelatory to meeee aaaaaa livin for the drama here

“Left out all the tastiest bits,” Johnny says. “I bet he does that a lot when talking about his days with the 1-4-1.” Your stomach dips.  “That’ll do,” Simon says sternly from the corner. 

HAHAHAH but also sOAP WHY ARE YOU MAKING 141 sound like a bacchanalic orgy LMAO 

“If you can’t go without playing with them, I recommend just doing one at a time.

again the “playing with them” mention re: nips 👀👀 I feel like im playing clue here rn LMAO “IT WAS SOAP WITH THE CLAMPS IN TEH FOXHOLE”

my current crackpot theories are:

- ghost & soap fucked, possibly stlll fuck on and off

- ghost & soap share partners (ghost’s “this smells like soap” comment reads totally differently after reading pt. 2 to me) and they both give indications of romantic-attraction based insecurity in how they interact with each other

- ghost getting pierced was sexual

- ghost hasn’t had a steady partner before like reader and soap realized she was different when ghost maNIPulated (see what I did ther-ok I’ll stop no more puns) soap into a free piercing for her and may have experienced a bit of sadness at what he may perceive as the loss of ghost (as fuck buddy? something more? idk! soap keepin us all on our toes as usual)

- though I also think soap refusing to look at her, get her #, his sad lil smile re: “I’m a liar” and his reaction to her being invited to bday drinks with 141 all just might be signs of soap trying to adjust to the fact that a friend closer than a brother (in the sense they survived combat/PTSD-inducing sitchs together) is changing and “leaving” in a sense with the addition of reader in his life

- OR MAYBE johnny is protective of simon and knows how much simon likes her, and perceived her wanting a nip pierce as flirting with him (soap) and he resents her cos he thinks she’s not as head over heels for simon as he can see he is for her?!?!?!?!?!?! and they’ve had past drama re: love triangles here? IDFK anyway sorry let me put my pepe silvia conspiracy meme glasses away lol THIS FIICCCCCC has me in a chokehold (sexy)

It’s clear that their time spent serving together has made a brotherhood of them, and while a small part of you feels estranged as the outsider amongst this group, the larger part thinks it’s beautiful to see. 

🥹🥹🥹I’ve said this before but such a lovely part of being beloved is meeting others who also love your beloved (and who also become beloved to you)

“It wouldn’t be the first time that a girl who was supposed to be mine ended up being for Soap.” 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA the painjoy of liveblogging a ficread is regretting to stop to conspiracy theorize but I FUCKIN KNEW IT!!!!! RAAAAAA

ch2 brought a completely different spin to the fic but honestly what a fuckin ride!!! I love both so far because I love all my kinky COD men equally (cough no I don’t but my favorite is the rarest blorbo of all so I make do lol cough)

update: SHE WROTE A PT 3!!!!!!

[gurathins]

OOOO 1 (don't leave) and 21 (collapse) mayhaps,,,,,,,

HEHEHEHE THANK UUUUUUU <3

Summary: i know people would probably assume i'd write something dramatic for this one like the previous prompt, but no. My brain looked at these, went through several ideas and then finally decided on the final version: pillow talk. And it's even in a funny location.

No warnings, though there is one (1) dirty joke by Klara + the last few paragraphs are a bit suggestive. Anyway, enjoy 🤍

Klara watched as Tobias's finger brushed her palm, its arm softly wrapped around her side, feeling its soft breaths on her back. She'd think it was sleeping, if not for the occasional movements and feeling it blinking every now and then.

She heard its voice, which was a bit groggy, either from not drinking enough water or from what they were doing, say softly. "You're oddly quiet."

"Hmm... Maybe I've just been enjoying the way your thumb is massaging my hand. Or your eyelashes brushing against my back. Or your nose between my shoulder blades."

"Mmhmm," she felt Tobias move a little, its lips kissing different parts of her back, as if moving on a curvy path towards her shoulder. Finally, it leaned its head on her shoulder, and murmured, "There's clearly something else, too." It took her hand gently and moved it close to its face, kissing her fingers. "What's wrong, honey?"

Klara smiled at its voice and cupped its cheek. "I don't know, just a bit lost in thoughts. I-" she sighed and caressed its cheek, "I don't know. It's like I'm suddenly realizing that I've lost so many things? Can't say anything to my family, hell, I think Elliott would happily tell my whereabouts to corporates for a free lunch, which he already gets from them. Can't tell anything to our friends either, just so they won't be in danger. All the resources, all the connections, all the things we had... But, you know? At the same time I feel like I have no limits and no one is controlling me. I don't know..." she paused, "One part of me feels like my whole world just, well, collapsed?And the other feels like I'm completely free for the first time ever."

"Mm, I know what you mean," it said softly, "Weird feeling in stomach as if you feel very sick, and at the same time feeling like you're able to do whatever you want. These two fighting between each other and drowning everything else in your mind. Gets even worse when you're all alone."

"Yeah... Though," she said, "there's also this hopeful feeling? It appears especially when you're somewhere close."

Tobias smiled against her shoulder and kissed her neck. "Glad to hear there's at least some kind of usefulness from having me around."

"Oh, stop it, you dumbass."

"I love it when you call me that," it giggled, "But, um, I guess it's helpful to have someone's shoulder to lean on."

Klara smirked and turned around to face it. "And what a comfortable shoulder it is, by the way," she said and buried her face in its neck.

"Well, I don't know about that, but," it gently caressed her back with its hand, "just know that it's always available for you."

"Mmh, of course."

"And Melody's there for you, too."

"Hmm, yeah. Though I already have one pussy near me..."

Tobias blushed. "Damn, okay then, käresta," it kissed her head. "Oh! By the way, I have something for you. Hang on..." it murmured and rolled to the other side of the bed, and tried to reach for its overalls laying on the floor.

"Mmh, don't leave yet..."

"I'm not, I'm not," it took something out of the pocket and moved back next to Klara, quickly tucked itself in a blanket. "Fuck, it's cold."

Klara pulled it closer and kissed its face. "Huh, is it now? Their AC seems to work very well." She looked at its hands. "What do you have there, anyway?"

"Hehe, well," Tobias sat up, "I know how upset you were when your necklace broke, so I-" it opened its palm, showing a silver necklace between its fingers, a snowy plover charm hanging on it, "-ordered a similar one. I'm actually not hundred percent sure I got the bird perfectly right, but, well, I tried my best. I, um, I hope you like it."

"Sunshine, honey, you didn't have to..." she sat up in front of it and kissed it, "you really didn't have to."

"It has always been important to you. And, well, like you said, you have lost...many things. So I thought that maybe I should get you at least something back," it reached its hands and put her necklace on her neck.

"God, Tobias, if this is another one of your 'I feel guilty for everything' thing, then-"

"It's not, I promise," it murmured and cupped her face, "I do think it's partly my fault, but this is simply because I know how much you cared about this necklace."

"Honey, this is... this is a perfect gift. Thank you so much," she murmured and kissed it all over its face.

"Mmhmm, no problem, darling," Tobias leaned closer, "Now, what do you think of, say, laying in bed for a little longer. Or-"

"Or having another round?"

"I was going to ask about checking on our cat to see if she isn't lonely, but honestly, why not?"

"God, you're adorable," she murmured and gently pushed it down on the bed. While leaning down, she stopped for a monent, quickly glanced out of the window, and said quietly, "You know, I've always thought that being out in space would have some kind of special feeling."

"Yeah, it's verh boring, isn't it? No special feelings or 'wow' moments, not counting the first time you look outside," it turned its head towards the window, "just darkness and white dots. Rocks, if you're lucky."

Klara nodded and leaned down. "Guess we'll have to make it interesting all by ourselves."

"You got it, honey."

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[seekfelt]

4* Gemini Yachiyo Tsuruhime - Bond Stories

To die together, like Castor and Pollux... Isn't that what we should've been?

The True Esssence of Fear

Location: Siegfeld Rehearsal Room

Yachiyo: (Gemini is a constellation split in two. To express that, this costume has a black-and-white asymmetrical look... The lace and decor work to tie everything together.

That's what I was going for, at least! It'd honestly look better if the top was all-white.)

But two brothers, huh... I'm still not sure whether to play Castor or Pollux at all—)

Karen: WOAH, is that one of the Star Celebrate costumes???

Yachiyo: W—... Jeez, Karen-san!?!?

Karen: Heheheh! Surprised to see little ol' me? Shiori-chan told me you were near, so I thought I'd visit.

I knocked, but nobody answered, so I took a peek!

Yachiyo: That's not~... Why'd you come to Siegfeld?

Karen: What the what? I sent you a text, right??

I was all like, "Thanks for supervising my Taurus! I'd love to talk more about the constellations, so I'll be there!!"

Yachiyo: I didn't get... a text...?

Karen: Huh. HUH.

HUUUUUUUUUUUH????

I'm sorry!! I sent it to Hikari-chan by mistake!!!!!

I got a reply like, "I'll wait. No need to inform beforehand." and I came right here.. but...

Yachiyo: So your first instinct's to always text Hikari-san?

*giggle* That's so cute...! You two must be really good friends♪

Karen: I'm sooo sorry... Now I made Hikari-chan wait too... Maybe I should write up an apology...!?

Yachiyo: Do as you like~ I'm still checking over the costumes, so it'll be a short while before we get to discuss the constellations anyway.

[Some time later]

Karen: *sigh*... There's the metric ton of "Karen, you numbskull"...

Yachiyo: Done with my work♪ So, did Hikari-san forgive you?

Karen: Yup. She said she'll forgive me if I could withstand polishing my tiptoe—... my pointe technique!

Ugh... Hikari-chan's a harsh teacher, though, so! I'll have to prepare myself!!

Yachiyo: ...Sure is nice to feel that way.

Karen: Feel that way...? In what way?

Yachiyo: It's nice to feel supported by your loved ones, I mean!♪

Karen: Ohhh! That! I know right!? Makes me feel like I'm over the moon~!

Karen (Io): "That's why I, Taurus, would like to get a return on that favor.

Tell me the story of you twins, closer than anyone else."

Yachiyo: Aha... ha... Isn't it a bit sudden...

Karen: WDYM?

Yachiyo: Thing is... I'm still a bit unsure on how to play Gemini, so...

Karen: Oh, I see... Being asked to do an etude without a script's always a surprise!

Yachiyo: Exactly. "The constellations shining in the sky will lead you, shooting star, to tomorrow..."

Karen: Mhm! A story about us giving our most precious things, then leading the shooting star onto the next constellation!!

Yachiyo: This "most precious thing" business is a bit vague to me.

Based on the star sign, sure, but then it's up to the performer to choose... You feel?

Karen: Yeah...

Oh, I got it!! If you're having so much trouble, how about we try consulting Gemini directly?

Yachiyo: ...

Karen: Sooo from what I remember, the story of Gemini is—

Yachiyo: ....Originally based on two sons of Zeus, Castor and Pollux.

They were very close, but the elder Castor was only a mere mortal. Pollux, the younger, was blessed with the power of the gods, giving him immortality.

In battle, Castor loses his life...

Karen: WHAT?!?

Yachiyo: Lotsa twists and turns in this tale~ Then, in mourning, Pollux begged to his father Zeus:

Yachiyo (Pollux): "I implore you, deal me the same death as my dear brother. We were born together, so I plead to you, for us to die together as well—"

Yachiyo: Touched, Zeus took half of Pollux's divinity and ascended the brothers to the heavens... Theeeee end♪

Karen: O-Oh...

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Yachiyo: Ahahaha! A beautiful tale, is it not♪ The love between two brothers is super—

Karen: Y... Yachiyo-chan?

Yachiyo-chan... why are you crying?

Yachiyo: Huh...?

Even if Thousands of Years Were to Pass[1]

Yachiyo: I'm... crying...?

O-Oh!! I am!! Why the hell am I crying on my own... Ahaha, sorry, this is embarrassing~

Karen: Yachiyo-chan...

Yachiyo: Um. You see... I'm not really the type to discuss things like these with others... so I end up just monologuing.

There's another precious half of "me".

She'd stand on stage beside me when nobody would... Ever since I was a kid, she guided and protected my heart.

Karen: Just like me and Hikari-chan!!!

Yachiyo: Wow~ Do we really compare to such a lovely relationship?

But, yes, close enough... She was just that important to me, like she was the stage itself.

A lot's happened, though. Now she's watching me from the audience—

Karen: The audience... So she isn't with you on stage anymore?

Yachiyo: Yeah! I've made some great friends, and I've found the place where I belong, so she conceded "that" spot in my life to them.

But that's exactly why—I'm scared.

Karen: Scared?

Yachiyo: After staying with me all these years, I wonder how she looks at me now.

From the audience, she can see me. But when I'm on stage? It's so bright, I can't even see her... That's why I'm so scared.

Karen: ...

Yachiyo: Is it really okay for me to be the one enjoying these brilliant days?

For me to be surrounded by my friends? Clashing with them?

For me to be the only one moving on with my life?

To die together, like Castor and Pollux... Isn't that what we should've been?

I just can't help but worry... How does she view me now? Is she angry, perhaps—

Karen: YOU'RE FINE!!!!!!!

Yachiyo: Huh...?

Karen: You said she's like the stage itself for you, right? That must definitely 100% mean.... You're fine!!!!!

'Cuz I know Yachiyo-chan loves the stage VERY, VERY MUCH!!!!!

Yachiyo: Y-You're being pushy...

I'm just saying she might hate me now. If my "most precious" feels that way, I...

Karen (Io): "Let's hear it, then, Gemini... From the other you."

Yachiyo: !!

Karen (Io): "Your story, your way of life... Tell me this, and the 'most precious thing' born from it."

Yachiyo: ...I—

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???? (Castor): "You wanna know how I feel about my li'l bro? I'm MAD! He's being an idiot!"

Karen (Io): "Of course, that anger..."

???? (Castor): "I knew he wanted to die with me! I know!! But I wanted him to LIVE FOR ME!!"

Karen (Io): "*chuckle*... Just as I thought!"

???? (Castor): "He better get that in his thick little head, yeah? I know he can, worrying over me so damn much."

"But y'know... It cheers me up, seeing him look at me that way."

Karen (Io): "It does?"

???? (Castor): "Whenever that kid thinks of me, our hearts begin to form a harmony.

We are a pair of stars. Do you know the name of the radiance that unites two into one?"

Karen (Io): "This radiance... Could you tell me?"

???? (Castor): "*giggle* Yes! Of course, I'll tell you. Our most precious thing to give to the Shooting Star—"

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???? & Yachiyo (Castor & Pollux): "Its name... is love."

This is related to Yachiyo and Chitose's names. Yachiyo means "eternity" while Chitose means "a thousand years". The "chi" in both names is the 千 (thousand) in the title of the bond story.

[cyaniiiide]

[Genshin] Thoughts on "Akasha Pulses, the Kalpa Flame Rises"

I stayed up til 2 am to finish this quest and I loved it! ❤

Staying up til 2 am on version release dates is just a tradition at this point... I will not be spoilered. This is a difficult endeavor, seeing as how spoilers even come out before the version's story is officially released, but I try. ;o;

(At least I'm no longer on east coast time!! Staying up til 4 am was fun in college, it is not fun now. T___T)

// 3.2 ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED //

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One of the first things that happens in this quest is Alhaitham saying he's not like the other girls. In fact, he's in the top 1% of girls. This man has such a superiority complex (though if I'm being honest, it's not completely unfounded...)

Initially, I didn't really like his character because of this (among other things), but it's grown on me after seeing his interactions with Kaveh. He's just so... needlessly antagonistic. xD

Throughout the archon quest, Alhaitham has played the role of the cold, logical brain of the team. He's almost like a robot in that sense, so seeing him take what a robot would deem "unnecessary actions" to torment poor Kaveh is hilarious. (It seems like Kaveh might do his fair share of the tormenting as well though LMAO)

Alhaitham: happiness is an emotion alien to the sages smh

Alhaitham: y'know who else won't experience happiness today

Alhaitham: my roommate bc I took both keys while leaving the house today heheheh

I can't wait to see more of their interactions in the future.

(Also, Kaveh's hair?? Hello???

I wonder if the "IXIX" pins mean anything... nine-nine?)

Another character that grew on me a bit this archon quest is Dehya!! Miss Anime-Hair-Vents-Girl. She got to shine the most the previous chapter, but she has her moments here too. Protecting the traveler as their bodyguard, wanting a "smile" as payment... big sister vibes.

She's a big ol' tsundere in some regards though. She doesn't have any big ambitions, and she admits herself to only wanting to enjoy the days with good food and drink, and only working when she has to.

And yet, despite this... she's trekked halfway across Sumeru and back with the gang, even though she could just leave?? at any point she wanted to. Dehya's very individualistic, and doesn't compromise on her own ideals or interests. But in the end, she'll always have your back, both physically and emotionally.

I already had a high opinion of Tighnari before this archon quest so not much changed here. He's sensible and rational without being cold. It was nice seeing how protective he was towards Haypasia as his patient.

He's the perfect person to watch over the sages who went to the Avidya Forest at the end, too. Even if they deserve it, I can't see Tighnari being needlessly cruel to any of them. He'll definitely keep them under a watchful eye, though...

And of course, I can't talk about Tighnari without talking about Cyno! I'm not a Cynonari shipper myself, but there was sooo much food this chapter -- from Cyno asking who was behind Tighnari's injury, to Tighnari trusting Dehya and the Traveler as soon as they brought up Cyno's name, to Tighnari's affirmation that he and Cyno have been working together behind the scenes from the very beginning.

I wasn't really a fan of certain parts of Cyno's story quest, but for better or worse, the writers are sticking to their guns in portraying Cyno's personal brand of justice. Everything played out really nicely in his scenes. My personal favorite is when he ordered Azar to "plead guilty in front of the archon herself."

Another thing I wanted to mention was how well done the Scaramouche scene at Pardis Dhyai was. I legitimately got spooked when I saw him pop up. He too says he's not like the other girls and then a bunch of other stuff about rejecting his past.

The traveler notes that "he's become milder but somehow even more deranged" lollllll

One thing I didn't expect from him was to actually be concerned about Haypasia and to treat her as his "first follower." I guess all gods need followers though, so it wasn't real concern so much as it was just his own superiority complex.

Also, I did not expect him to crash head first into a concrete floor at the end of the archon quest LMAO

One of the first things I saw today though was (3.3 leaks) his signature dish, where he orders the traveler to wash the dishes. 😭 Honestly, I have to admire his sheer tenacity... he becomes god, gets his ass beat, suffers what I assume has to be terminal brain damage, and STILL has apparently done zero self-reflection LOL. Whatever happens in the 3.3 interlude quest, he's evidently still the vertically-challenged gremlin we know (and maybe love I haven't decided yet)

Nilou was an unexpected appearance in this quest. I really enjoyed all the different perspectives this quest had to offer, including the segment where we played as Nilou. It's a good way of showcasing things that the traveler wouldn't personally be there to experience.

Speaking of Nilou... I absolutely love her. She's a little clumsy and forgetful, but her story quest really showed that she's willing and able to fight for what she loves. She's not a revolutionary (this is the exception, as the opportunity basically landed in her lap!), but in her own way, she's been fighting for change all this time.

Nilou's story quest also touched me for a different reason, too... Recently, a server for a game I really like and was a member of the community for shut down. I wish we could have come together to extend its lifespan the way Nilou and the people at the bazaar did for their dance troupe, even though it would have been impossible in our case.

That's a rabbit hole I'll go down some other time, though!

(The OST when Nilou was dancing was also fantastic. And when the Performance Prohibition Act text was overlaid with the fake order to arrest Kusanali? Chills. ❤❤)

...Speaking of that fake order, I couldn't let this go by without mentioning Isak, that kid who literally dressed as Kusanali to lead the guards away. 😭 Of all the things I expected in this chapter, this was not one of them.

I also chose to hide in the field instead of behind the house when it came to the first decision b/c I thought he might be able to camouflage himself among the vegetables and I WAS RIGHT LMAO (unless hiding behind the house led to the same result. then idk lol)

Last but not least, I need to talk with everyone about Nahida. She's my pfp (at the time of writing this, anyway) and just. Look at her. LOOK AT HER. I loved her ever since her design was first leaked (yes I'm gatekeeping don't @ me /s) and I'm so glad her story has played out so beautifully.

One thing I really liked is that Nahida was never infantilized this chapter -- even though literally all of us were willing to go to war for her and to coddle the radish after her teaser, Nahida really held her own. The first scene we get of her in this quest is of her doing self-reflection. She wallows in doubt for a bit, then comes to the realization of what her true emotions are. Not what she "should" be feeling or thinking as an archon, but what she is feeling.

(I'm also a bit confused here, after re-reading her wiki entry -- could Nahida have escaped the Sanctuary beforehand? The archon quest implies she couldn't, as it gives an explanation as to how the Sanctuary could contain a god. Nahida's own voicelines also talk about being in a birdcage. Yet, the wiki says that she (was essentially gaslit, first of all) took a step back on her own and let the sages run things.)

Anyways, the self-reflection was a scene that I hadn't realized I needed -- Nahida getting past her own mental block, and taking strides forward to act as Sumeru's archon. Not trying to gather information or help out behind the scenes -- nope, the radish is out for blood this time.

Fun fact: I tried to challenge Scaramouche's domain with just the Nahida and Lumine in my party! (I also did the same earlier, playing through most of the archon quest with Cyno/Lumine/Nilou/Nahida. I would've used Tighnari in place of Nahida if I had him...)

Not-so-fun fact: I failed miserably and got Nahida killed in the very first fight (I forgot how hard electro skirmishers can hit...) and had to bring Zhongli along too for his shield.

Nahida really shined during the fight with Scaramouche -- forcing him to go through 168 samsara cycles; poetic justice at its finest. It's also quite fitting that Nahida drew upon the people's wisdom using the Akasha to help the traveler. Honestly, I'm not too sure how that worked (would regular people even know how to beat a giant mecha god robot...?) but Nahida's always been an archon for the people, and it's nice to see that theme being carried through. It's even in her kit! The most powerful part of her kit (Tri-Karma Purification) doesn't activate unless a reaction with dendro is triggered.

My heart definitely sunk though when I first saw Scaramouche try to take Nahida's Gnosis (the way he picked her up too???? 😭). Another thing this quest did well was hide information from the player. Initially, I thought the whole strategy session at the beginning of the quest was kind of odd, given that it we just skipped through the actual meeting. Everything was revealed in due time though. ❤

(And this way, Paimon got to be useful too! Instead of repeating information that we just heard, she got to be the "person who wasn't listening during the meeting" to catch the players up to speed, haha.)

The third-to-last segment with Greater Lord Rukkhadevata was also incredibly beautiful. Nahida's self-realization that she is the Dendro Archon, and essentially has been all along was affirmed.

The second-to-last segment was less beautiful. After all our hard work! Dottore shows up to snatch the two Gnoses. I don't feel like Nahida got a good deal with Raiden's Gnosis, to be honest... I guess it had less value to her as a Gnosis from a foreign land, though.

As for her own Gnosis... I really want to know what information she got in exchange for it!!! D:

I guess Nahida did the best she could though. She was at a huge disadvantage in the situation.

And the last, but certainly not least segment of our heroes celebrating? *chef kiss*

An epilogue like this was exactly what we needed to tie up the archon quest. It would have been too weird just asking some questions to Nahida at the end of everything, and not seeing everyone again and see how things were going.

The huge upheaval at the Akademiya, the fates of the sages, Dunyarzard!!!, were all discussed. The Sumeru Archon quest had also addressed the huge inequality between the citizens of the desert and the rainforest, and I'm so happy to see Cyno spearheading the efforts to revitalize Aaru Village. Even Setaria showed up!

One thing I will definitely take away from Sumeru is the persistent theme of how everyone coming together can solve seemingly insurmountable problems. It's a rather obvious thing to take away (the power of teamwork, yay!) but it was really hammered in throughout the archon quest. Every part of Alhaitham's plan relied on its individual members, and the use of the Akasha to save Sumeru not only once, but twice was a result of using the knowledge gathered from its citizens' combined experiences. Sumeru is the land of wisdom, and a part of wisdom is cooperation and knowing when and how to rely on others.

There's plenty of room to expand Sumeru's story from here, and I'm excited to see where the story takes us next.

(And of course, the lore bombs at the end... I can't wait to find out the answers to those questions!!)

P.S. As of right now this is unedited and might remain unedited bc it's 12:30 am, I wrote this all in one shot, and I wanna chill now lmao

I should have probably also added pictures to break up the wall of text so that I actually might want to reread this at some point like which was the main point of writing this 😭

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

everytime i successfully draw dune my heart flutters and palpitates and there is a growl that wishes to escape my throat. this feeling lasts for at least 30 minutes. im snarling and hissing and my pupils are wide and my nails ache to tear into something AHHHHHHH DUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!! ohhh i hate you i hate you i hate you. i hate you dune. i love you. i love you so much. if you were real and we met i would get into a physical altercation with you and be pleased when you beat me to a pulp. oh dune. oh dune. oh dune. i just. i just need to bite and tear your flesh dune. ohhhh ooohhhh ohh

hehehehe ^_^ he is so cute ^_^ eheheh ^_^ he is soooo cute ^_^ he is literally the most unpleasant person to be around ^_^

remembered today that dune has an absolutely fantastic memory and remembers everything he’s ever told and ^_^ (barely containing a gutteral scream) oooohh. he acts like he doesn’t care and he acts like he’s annoyed whenever anyone talks to him but he stores the info. he files it away and he remembers. he is the ultimate gift giver because he knows everything his partners like off the top of his head

he is soooo grouchy. sooo grumpy. i adore him. he’s such a freaking bitch. he’s so rude and unpleasant and everyone hates him. everyone hates him and that’s ok because he wants them to kind of. he wants to be rude and scary and make everyone avoid him. he is soooo ARGRHRGHRR

:(((((((((((( he was so happy as a kid. :(((((( he has dimples. :(((((( he still smiles like he used to (albeit sharper now) and when jackal sees it he recognizes it and suddenly they’re 7 years old together again :(((((((((((((((((((((( he used to be so energetic and outgoing and friendly :((((( he used to have strong morals and believed in doing what was right :((((((((((( :((( IM SO SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need to rip him apart

he has so many freckles everywhere. i never draw it but in a fic i wrote i said that jackal has always seen a boy picking a flower within them (like connect the dots style). it is a metaphor. or whatever it’s called. OOOHHHH IM SO SAD. flowers like that don’t just grow in the desert. but when dune was a boy. he was so innocent and pure hearted. he would’ve picked the flower if there was any. he would’ve given it to jackal

i’m sick. i’m sick. i’m sick to my stomach. dune i need to sink my teeth into you. he’s rude and awful but he’s still a neutral person. he doesn’t want to be evil. he hates who he’s become. but he will repay the fire he’s been dealt with even more of it. he’s too scared to do anything else

he’s become a monster in his eyes. he’s changed completely, for the worst, and if he went back in time and showed this self to when he was a boy, the boy would’ve been terrified. he’dve been so scared

but dune is still thoughtful. he can’t connect emotionally very well anymore so he shows his love through gifts and acts of service. he shows his love these ways all of the time. so often. every damn day

some dune moments from my fic (it’s like that old black hole on a03)

he wakes up from being literally almost stabbed to death and his immediate response is to call locust an asshole (it’s /aff but shhhh). the flinching at the tear. the wiping it away. dune you are soooo tortured

ok never mind i can’t keep looking thru it that fic. i can’t. i forgot how emotional everything makes me. i reread it a hundred times while working on it and so i got bored but now im not bored now reading it makes me feel like im gonna become pieces so many pieces a billion pieces

[woozi]

beloved yza 🤍 how do you like the cb?

AL OMG???????? HIIIII THIS IS SUCH A NICE SURPRISE 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

this might be long and rambly as shit but since u asked 😋 i really am SAURRRRR excited!!! i really have forgotten what svt cbs were like bc i got so incredibly busy but im SOOO so glad i'm here for it again <33 i haven't participated in anything else like i used to before (i.e: watching all the interviews, keeping up w/ all the appearances n shit 😭), so i haven't seen anything else aside from the mv & medley/did anything aside from listening to the whole EP. HOWEVER!! i can definitely say it well exceeded my expectations! for me svt comebacks just kept getting bigger and better since attacca, and honestly the pre-cb hype and General Good Vibes we were getting from that era just kept getting carried over their more recent releases! i'm glad there's that kind of energy (on my end at least) with their cbs!! and honestly, i'm so so happy to see them getting the recognition their unceasing hard work deserves. they're not a loud group, if that makes sense (like, when u ask ppl outside of korea abt kpop groups they most likely would not mention svt off the bat), but they really are so stable and they're only consistently getting bigger not only because of all the work, but also because of how well they just treat carats as well. it really does feel like we're a team to a certain extent 🥹

honestly my only gripe this time is abt the faded mono life concept bc idk... i feel like the company concept has been used and reused to death (and we've already seen so many similar concepts from the boys), but i also acknowledge that they're trying to fit it all into the fml overarching theme (and the title alone is v smart!!), but i really wish we had a ver with the traditional fits 😔 ALSO ICB I'VE MANIFESTED THIS i literally have been mentioning how i wanted crazy concept photos like the a.c.e hanbok ones to my irl carat friends and seeing it come to fruition makes me feel successful LMFAOO

there r so many things i'm glad abt w this comeback, esp chorus center dino <33 so deserved if i might say so heheheh. (im just going to ignore woozi btw) but i also fear i have cemented my dolly traits 😭 the mv for super was also such a nice surprise to me (but i also feel slightly bamboozled bc, again, this was so diff from the concept photo teasers just like attacca era as well lmfao). AND SPEAKING OF THE MV AND THE SONG ITSELF, I REALLY LIKE HOW SVT SUPER IS??? ik people say svt isn't sticking to their distinct sound anymore, but from the concept (that really speaks a lot about woozi, and which is also giving me a sense of shared childhood bc i also grew up watching dbz lmfao), THE LYRICS, and just the performance aspect of it all... it's so svt to me <333 i fr luv my team and luv my crew. ALSO LOVE THE REFERENCES THEYVE PLANTED IN THERE, everything's really well thought of. the composition of the song itself too is so fresh to me, i love how they structured the song and the way there r sm variations!! the double title track was also a smart choice it JUST makes so much sense

tracklist wise, i'm generally pleased with all of them tbh <33 also liking FML (the title track) a lot more than i expected!!! i was expecting to like it the least ngl, but not bc she's a shite track but the Sound we got from the medley just wasn't what i usually gravitate to. i expected it to be 'FML 👹' and not 'fml 😔' based on what theyve been saying tbh NDNJDJD i also fucking LOOOVE fire so much, as a noise enjoyer she's my top song rn <33 i really appreciate how they gave us a more varied sound this time around (while still being cohesive), and i really think they were able to highlight each unit's strengths so well. ALSO OBSESSED W THE PERF U SONG <333 they really never fucking miss!!! that being said though i hope we get more crazy subunits in the future (i.e: a diff mix of members) <33

i feel like i still have sm to say but i've forgotten them all bc i'm so excited LMFAOO BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME WHAT ABOUT UUU <33 HOW HAVE U BEEN WHAT R UR THOUGHTS ON THE CB HOW R WE FEELING ABT SHORT HAIRED WONU AND HOCHI EYELINER 👁️

[fluffy-lee]

A Message

 Part 10 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/n and Peter decide to take a bike ride and picnic on a beautiful summer day. 

You woke up at Bucky’s side. He was sound asleep. You sat up in bed and saw that Sam had already gotten up and gone downstairs. Steve was also still asleep. Sun from the window was shining directly on him. The storm had fully passed and it was sunny and clear again, another beautiful day, to say the least. 

Suddenly, you were snatched back down into Bucky’s arms. You giggled and cuddled him.  

  “Morning Y/n/n.” Bucky said groggily.  

  “Good morning!” You replied.  

  “Why do you always wake up so early?” He asked, eyes closed and resting his cheek on your head. 

  “I’m just used to it, and I like to.” You shrugged. 

Just then, Steve stretched and opened his eyes. 

  “Good morning, sunshine!” You quipped. 

  “Mmmmhh.” Steve groaned, pulling the covers over his head. 

  “Woooow someone’s grumpy!” Bucky teased, making you giggle. “Maaaybe he needs snuggles!” 

You jumped out of bed with a big smile on your face, followed by Bucky. 

  “Noooo.” Steve grumbled from under the covers. 

You hopped right on to him and ripped the covers off him, before wrapping the tired super soldier in a cuddle. Bucky joined in and Steve couldn’t hide his grin. 

  “You two are the bane of my existence.” Steve said hoarsely. 

  “Now that’s not very nice!” You cried dramatically, shooting your fingers to the sides of his ribs to tickle him. It most definitely worked. 

Steve's eyes went wide and his contagious laughter filled the room. Bucky joined in on the attack, laying on Steve’s legs and tickling his belly. The tickles made Steve a thousand times weaker than normal and he wanted to just throw you two off of him, but he wouldn’t, not wanting to risk anyone getting hurt, so he had to use his strength to just take it. 

  “PUHLEHEHEHEASE STOHAHAHAP!” 

  “Nahh!” You and Bucky said in unison. 

You didn’t want to stop. Steve’s laughter was the best. You knew he needed you to stop, however, because he was turning red. That rarely happens, so you let up, followed by Bucky. You and Bucky laughed while Steve caught his breath. After he recovered, he gave you both a warning look, with full intention of revenge. You gulped, and Bucky thought he could probably put up a fight if Steve tried anything. Steve put a hand on your back, and flipped you over in an instant, tossing Bucky off of him and trapping you under him. 

  “OOOOH NOHOHO! DADDY HEEELP!” You squealed with a big smile. This was way too much fun. 

Bucky began trying to fight Steve, but Steve used so much of his strength to pull Bucky down next to you, and he was successful. He used his legs to trap you and Bucky, and you were way easier to keep still, but Bucky was still trying to fight, but he gave up as soon as Steve dug a hand into both of your bellies.

  You and Bucky cried with laughter, much to Steve’s amusement. 

    “This is what you two get!” 

It wasn’t long before Bucky, who just couldn’t stand how much it tickled, broke free and rolled over catching his breath, leaving just you to face Steve’s wrath.

  “Ihihihi’m sohohohorry!” You giggled as he shook your tummy. 

  “You better be!” Steve growled. 

  “Eeehhehehe! It tickles!” You squeaked.

  “Ohhh does it? I bet I can make it tickle even more!” Steve teased, and lifted up your shirt a little to tickle your bare tummy. 

Residual giggles poured out of you and Steve chuckled at you and Bucky. 

  “Well, I’m going back to sleep!” Steve teased, collapsing on you and pretending to sleep. 

  “Nohoho Steve I can’t stay here I have to go help decorate for your birthday tomorrow!”

  “Oh alright Y/n/n. Let’s get up then.” Steve said, getting out of bed, followed by Bucky. 

Bucky and Steve went to brush their teeth and you went to you and Natasha’s bathroom and got ready for the day. 

  You went downstairs to see everyone except Peter and Thor were awake. You started making coffee for everyone while Bucky made you breakfast. Soon, Thor came downstairs, followed by Peter. You handed Thor his coffee. 

  “Thank you, Princess!” 

You sat down next to Bucky and ate breakfast. When you were finished, Wanda brought out a basket of Fourth of July decorations, and you, Wanda, Thor, and Nat began decorating the house. Everyone else went to sit outside and chat on the porch. 

 Thor lifted you up on his shoulders so you could hang streamers. 

After an hour or so, the whole place was decked out in red, white, and blue. 

  “Steve, it's all done!” You cheered, popping your head out the screen door to the porch. 

Steve smiled and stood up from his chair to come see the inside. 

  “Wow, it looks really nice, honey! Thank you!” He said, kissing your cheek. “You’re just the sweetest!” He showered your cheeks with kisses, making you giggle. 

You gave Steve a tour of all the little details you put into all the decorating. 

   A little later, you were walking down the hall when Peter turned the corner in front of you. 

    “There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” He said. 

    “Oh what’s up?” You asked. 

   “I found something!” He smirked. 

You followed Peter out to the shed. He opened the doors to reveal two vintage style bikes with baskets. 

  “You wanna get outta here?” He grinned.

You smiled excitedly and nodded. 

You and Peter told everyone you were going for a bike ride and went into the kitchen and began filling a picnic basket. Steve came in to help. 

  “Here fill these with lemonade.” Steve suggested, holding up two mason jars. 

  “Oh, perfect! Thanks!” You said. 

You began filing them with ice when a devious idea came to mind. You looked over to see Steve’s back was turned to you. Perfect. You took the jar and dumped the ice down the back of Steve’s shirt. Steve jumped around startled by the extremely cold feeling stuck on his back. 

  “OOOHHH! Ohohoho nohohoho! YOU LITTLE-” Steve yelled as you and Peter cried with laughter. You took off running, but only made it to the hallway before Steve snatched you up. He didn’t even hesitate to tackle you to the carpet. 

  “You never learn do you, you little brat!” Steve teased through gritted teeth. 

You gave him your sweetest smile through your giggles. “I’m sorry Steve!”

  “You being all cute isn’t gonna save you from the TICKLE MONSTER!” He growled, slipping his hand under your shirt, tormenting your ribs. Wow. He really wasn’t going to have mercy. 

  You screamed and laughed so hard, you could barely breathe. 

 “Tickytickytickyticky!” Steve teased evilly, making you blush. You can’t stand that and he is well aware of the fact. 

His fingers danced down to your tummy and you thrashed and tried so hard to push him off, but he had you pinned. To make it worse, he began blowing raspberries in your neck. 

  “Stehehevie plehehehease!” You cried through your laughter. You rarely ever call him “Stevie” so he knew you were desperate. 

  “Awww what’s the matter, huh? Did you think I was gonna let you get away with pouring ice down my shirt?” Steve suddenly latched his hands onto your sides and began squeezing. A weakness of yours. “No! You knew! You knew I was going to tickle you for that!” He quipped. 

Your face heated up again and you tried to hide your face by turning over toward the carpet, but Steve pushed you so you couldn’t, and he gently grabbed your jaw, squishing your cheeks, forcing you to look at him as he shook your tummy with his other hand. Steve smacked his lips. 

  “That’s why you did it!” Steve chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

You swear you died of flusteredness right then and there. Before you could even think, Steve was attacking your underarms and you were belly laughing. You could no longer fight back. You just laid there and took it. His hands danced around your neck and collarbones. It tickled so much you thought you were going to pass out. 

  “STOP I CAN’T TAHAHAKE IT! STOHOHOHOP!” You begged. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile and ceased his tickles.  

  “Stevie! Hehehehe I can’t take it! It tickles too much!” Steve mocked you, before blowing more raspberries on your neck. 

  You just laughed more and pushed at his chest to get him to quit. He finally did and he stood up and grabbed you by the ankle, carrying you back to the kitchen upside down while you giggled your heart out. 

  “Here Peter. I think she’s still alive.” Steve joked, handing you to Peter. 

Peter scooped you up, holding you baby style. 

  “You two are silly!” He chuckled, looking down at your face. 

He set you down and he had everything ready to go. 

Bucky walked in the kitchen shirtless with his swimsuit on and sunglasses on his head 

  ���You two try not to get into any trouble. I’m going to relax in the pool.’ Bucky said, hugging your neck. “Bye giggles!” He teased, giving you tickly kisses on your ear, of course making you giggle. 

  “Byehehehe!” 

Peter grabbed the basket and you two headed out the back door onto the porch. You were walking down the steps when you stopped in your tracks and went back up the steps, slowly approaching Steve where he sat in his chair chatting away. He looked over and glared at you teasingly. 

  “The AUDACITY!” He joked. “You better watch it!” 

You cupped your face in your hands nervously. “I just have a question!” 

  “Hmm?”

You walked up to him and wrapped your hands around his bicep. “Can I take your shield?” 

Steve shrugged, shaking his head with a smile. “Pffff I mean I guess so!” He answered, unsure as to why you wanted to take it. 

 You giggled. “Thanks!” 

You ran inside and grabbed his shield, putting it on your back like Steve always does. It was so big on you. You and Peter wanted to practice throwing it, plus it was good protection… besides bringing Spider-Man himself.

  Steve smiled when he saw you run down the steps with his shield on your back. 

  You and Peter took off down the trail on your bikes. The scenery was beautiful. The two of you went so far you passed many meadows. The wild flowers, the trees, the mountains. It was like a movie. You were riding past the edge of brush and trees when you spotted something. 

  “Peter look! Blueberries!” You shouted. 

  “Oh nice!” Peter cheered. 

You hopped off your bikes and ate some. They were delicious. 

  “There are so many! We should make a pie!” 

You and Peter filled your bike basket with blueberries, eating them as you did so. You ended up practicing throwing the shield with Peter. He was really good at it. You could use some work but you were getting better. After a while, you decided it was a good time to rest, so you laid a blanket out under a shady tree and began eating the picnic. You and Peter began trying to catch grapes in your mouth. Peter caught every single one you threw, but you were struggling to catch any of them, making you and Peter laugh. 

   “Sounds like you need some motivation!” Peter started.

   “Oh no.” 

   “If you don’t catch this grape, I’m gonna tickle you.” He warned with a smirk. 

Butterflies rushed to your tummy,

   “That is not fair!” You panicked. “No! I can’t! I’ll-”

   “THREE TWO ONE!” Peter interrupted, tossing you the grape.

You tried to catch it. You really did, but it wasn’t good enough.

You looked over at Peter warily. He had a teasing glare. You crossed your arms over your body nervously, unable to hide the big smile on your face as Peter crawled towards you, before grabbing your ankle and pulling you to the ground under him. He squeezed your thigh and you squealed, not expecting it. He laughed along with you as he squeezed both your thighs and knees, driving you crazy. 

  “Why are your knees so ticklish?! I have never seen such!” He teased. 

  “Ihihihi dohohohon’t knohohow!”

Peter chuckled and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while tormenting your underarms with the other, switching between the two. You squeezed your eyes shut as you laughed. You couldn’t move very much because he was straddling you. He eventually unpinned your wrists and went to town on your underarms making you slam your arms to your sides, trapping his hands. 

  “Mwuahahaha! You have fallen into my tickle trap! I’m going to tickle you foreverrrr!” He teased in an “evil” voice.

All you could do was belly laugh. 

He somehow kept his thumbs under your arms while his other fingers reached up to tickle your collarbones and neck. You went in and out of silent laughter. This was definitely effective. 

  “Ohhh! I just remembered your new tickle spot!” Peter piped up after a while. He pinned your arms to your sides as he nuzzled his way under your chin. 

  “OHOHOHO NO! NOHOHO!” You cried with laughter as Peter blew several tickly raspberries on the front of your neck. 

 Your voice became raspy and Peter knew you had enough. 

   “Cutie.” Peter chuckled letting you go.

You sat up and looked at him bashfully. He laughed at that. 

...

 You leaned against the tree and Peter laid his head in your lap, looking up at you. 

  “Don’t you think this is a little romantic, Pete?” You chuckled. 

  “I don’t care. You’re my best friend.” Peter mused. 

You smiled at each other. You ran your hand through his curls. You couldn’t help it. His hair was soft. He handed you an earbud, and you put it in. He played The Funeral by Band of Horses. You listened, and stared out into the beautiful field in front of you, the sounds of birds chirping and cicadas in your other ear. Peaceful. 

  Peter fell asleep in your lap, so you decided to let him sleep. A few minutes passed when you spotted someone in the field in front of you. They were staring. It gave you the creeps, but you figured they’d move on… until you saw them vanish in thin air. Like magic. You were so scared, you couldn’t speak. You gripped sleeping Peter’s wrist. Your breathing hitched in your throat. Did you just see a ghost? The figure then appeared closer on the edge of the woods. Close enough for you to make it out. Your fear lessened, but you still felt a little scared. You slowly cupped Peter’s head in your hands, moving out from under him. You could tell he was really out by his soft snores. You were able to slip out from under him, and lay his head down on the blanket, not waking him. You stood up and slowly made your way toward the woods. You followed the figure a little ways in, until he stopped and turned around to face you. 

  “Why are you here?” You whispered. 

  “You don’t think I’d show up to that house filled with my enemies, do you?” Loki asked. 

  “You have a point. You don’t consider me an enemy?” 

Loki shook his head “no.”

  “Why are you here?” You asked again.

  “I have a message for you to give to my brother.” Loki explained, handed you an old looking paper, rolled up and tied with a green ribbon. “You have two days to give it to him.” 

  “Only two?!”

  “It’s the best I can do... ‘Till we meet again, Princess.” Loki said. He bowed, and disappeared before your eyes with a green light. 

You unrolled the message and tried to read it. You sighed. It was in Asgardian.

  “Two days.”

  “Y/N?! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” You heard Peter cry with worry. 

You stuffed the message in your pocket. 

  “Peter! I’m here!’ You replied, jogging back to him. 

  “Oh thank God. I had a strange dream.” Peter panted, hugging you. 

You realized Loki placed a sleep spell over Peter. 

  “It’s alright, Peter! You must’ve been tired.” 

  “I guess so. I think… I think we should head back now.” Peter trailed off. “Don’t leave my side again, you understand me?” He said sternly, holding your wrist. 

  “I understand. Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said looking down. 

Peter kissed your head. “It’s alright.”

...

When you returned, you hid the message in your pillowcase. You didn’t want things to change just yet. You decided you’d give Thor his message in secret. You didn’t want anyone besides him to know that you’ve been around Loki. You put on your swimsuit and joined Peter, Bucky, Steve, and Nat in the pool. You swam for a few hours before drying off and relaxing inside for a while. You fell asleep on Bucky’s chest on the couch while he watched TV, stroking your hair. He was warm and you loved to listen to his heartbeat. 

...

   “Wake up, Y/n! Dinner’s ready.” Bucky cooed, shaking you awake. You stretched. You were so comfy you didn’t want to move. 

  “No, let's just stay here.” You replied groggily. 

  “You leave me no choice.” Bucky sighed and began tickling your back and sides. You burst into giggles, making him smile. “You gonna get up, Y/n/n?” 

  “Yehehehes!” You answered, rolling off him to your feet. 

 “Well look who’s awake!” Tony teased, scooping you up into a hug. He smelled nice and you rested your head on his shoulder. 

  “Don’t you fall asleep on me now!” He chuckled, tickling you the same way Bucky did. 

  “Oohohokay! Okahahay I’M AWAKE!” You protested, making everyone laugh. 

You sat between Nat and Thor at dinner. You put the message in the back of your mind and enjoyed time with your family.

...

  “I’ll tell him tomorrow night, in secret, after the fireworks show.” You thought to yourself as you stood on the dock, watching the sunset over the lake. 

  “Hey! Y/n! We’re having a fire!” Nat called from the top of the hill. 

  “Okay!” You replied. 

Loki’s haunting voice rang in your head.

  “Two days.”

[wholesomemendes]

Omg congrats on 1k🥳🥳 concept- a blurb about love languages and like ur guys styles are diff lil angst pls heheheh

Author's Note: Hiiiiiii. How are you lovies? I know you probably all hate me cause I just disappeared but hopefully this will kinda make up for it for those of you who are actually still here. Fun fact never used the queue before so we'll see how that goes. Also I vaguely remember the read more thing not working that well with asks, but I don't remember what I used to do to fix that so hopefully this works. Love all of you and miss you *mwah* please interact with me so I get more motivation lol

The second the door shuts to the condo you share with your love, you can already hear his unmistakable voice call out for you, “Baby, come here! I have a surprise for you!” You roll your eyes, knowing that some insanely expensive gift was probably waiting for you around that corner. Shawn wasn’t the type to randomly spend a large portion of his money on things he didn’t need, but when it came to you, there was no limit to his spending. Anytime he saw something that reminded him of you or that he thought you’d look stunning in, he couldn’t stop himself from swiping his card. It wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate the copious amount of gifts he gave you; you knew he meant well and that one of his love languages was giving gifts. However, as someone who was raised to be independent and not accept “handouts” from anyone, you found it hard to be constantly given things you didn’t work for and you didn’t believe you deserved yet. You didn’t find it fair that you weren’t at that stage in your life where you could gift Shawn something as expensive as what he gives you, but you constantly get those things from him. It wouldn’t have phased you as much if it was just for holidays, but this was an almost every other day occurrence and no matter how many times you told him not to buy things for you, he never seemed to listen.

You sighed, putting your purse on the table and making your way towards the bedroom, desperately wishing you could just relax into a warm bath after your hard day at work instead of facing whatever your loving boyfriend had in store for you. Opening the door you were met with Shawn’s smiling face, a large box with the word Gucci written in bold lettering across it. You put on a fake smile as your heart sank. This couldn’t be what you thought it was could it? “Hey,” he put the box next to him in favor of pulling you onto his lap, “How was work today?” He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and for a moment, you let yourself get pulled into the utter bliss that was Shawn Mendes.

“I won’t lie, not the greatest,” you sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Why, what happened?” he asked, his arm tightening around you to pull you closer.

“It was just insane today and my boss was in a bad mood and...I don’t know it was just bad and I’m exhausted.”

“Well, I think I have something that might cheer you up!”

“Shawn…,” you said in a mix of a whine and a stern tone, “I told you no more.”

“I know, I know,” he rushed out, placing the box in your hands, “I just want to spoil my girl. I can afford to do so and there’s no one else that deserves it more than you do.” It hurt your heart to hear him talk like that when not a single part of you felt you deserved it. You were nowhere close to where you wanted to be in your life career wise and you certainly weren’t near Shawn’s level of success. “Just open it, please?” he gave you his softest puppy dog eyes that always made you cave.

“Ok…” Opening up the box your heart stopped. There lying in the delicate paper was one of the most beautiful handbags you had ever seen; the one you had secretly been saving up for for almost a year now. You thought you had hid it from him so well, always looking at it when he wasn’t there to make sure you could still get it, and even putting together a small envelope of extra money to use towards it. This was supposed to be your first big designer purchase in honor of your huge promotion at work a little under a year ago today, but of course Shawn had to go and ruin it all for you.

Meanwhile, Shawn was oblivious to the disappointment and resentment brewing inside of you. “Do you like it?” he asked with the biggest smile, “I noticed the tab open on your computer last week when I borrowed it for those pictures and thought you liked it!”

“Why would you do this?” you whispered, a crack forming in your voice.

“What?”

“Why would you do this?” you almost snapped at him, looking at him with tears that held mixed emotions.

“B- because I love you,” he stammered, not having prepared to have this reaction. In his head you were going to come home, see the gift, smother him in thank you kisses, and maybe, just maybe, you would make love to him for the rest of the night. Never in his wildest dreams did it end up like this.

“If you loved me you would have listened to me and not bought this, or anything for that matter!” you exclaimed as you stood up off his lap, “I’ve told you so many times I don’t want you buying anything for me but you never listen!”

“I- I’m sorry, I just thought…”

“No that’s the thing, you didn’t think! I just- god, Shawn, this was it, the one thing I was going to do for myself after all these years. I was only $100 away from my goal, I was right there! But you can’t just think with your head for one second and think about how your girlfriend who always tells you that you don’t need to buy things for her might be planning on finally achieving one of her goals of having enough money to spend it on something like this!”

If your eyes weren’t filled with tears and you weren’t so blinded by your emotions you might have been able to see Shawn’s heart visibly breaking on the bed, leaving him looking like a hurt puppy. “I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’ll, I’ll return the bag or or you can pay me back for it so it’s like you bought it yourself!”

“You don’t understand because you’ve never had any problems with money. It’s not the same anymore, Shawn. No matter what, all I’ll be reminded of is that you bought it first and not me.”

“What can I do? I, I swear I’ll do anything,” his voice cracked as his own tears filled his eyes.

“I don’t, I don’t know. I need to go.” You knew you were being dramatic, but after 2 years of the same thing with Shawn over and over again you had reached your breaking point.

“No please, I’ll fix this I promise,” he pleaded, standing up to face you.

You successfully avoided him so you could grab a small bag with your things, “Shawn, I need space for at least one night.”

He reached out for you this time, his large hand grabbing your arm desperately to turn you around, “Please, don’t go. I won’t buy you anything else, I swear!”

“It’s not that I just, I don’t know. I’m upset and I’m tired and my head is all over the place and…” His large hands cupped your jaw and pressed his lips hard against yours, giving you no space to pull away. The slight taste of salt from both of your tears on your lips broke your heart more than it was before. It was hard to explain why you weren’t fighting him on this kiss; it was almost as if he was kissing you so that it was easier to let you go for the night.

His lips released yours reluctantly with a sigh, “I’ll pack my things for the night. You stay here.”

“Shawn…”

“No, I was the one who messed up so I should be the one who has to leave. I still have a backpack I never unpacked from when I got back from LA last week and I can stay with my parents for however long you want. I- ,” he looked down shamefully, his hands finally dropping from your face. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you happy, but I wasn’t even thinking of what would really make you happy. Just, just tell me when you’re ready for me to come back home.”

He made his way through the bedroom, grabbing his phone, wallet, backpack and guitar before making his way through the door. Your heart cried out to go after your love, but your feet stayed planted almost in shock of everything that just happened. You were still mad at him, upset with him, and if it was possible, even more upset and mad at yourself. So as much as you wanted to run after him, you let him walk away with half your heart in his hands.

____________________________

“Mom?” you sniffled as you sat on the edge of your bed, the infamous handbag discarded next to you as if it was taunting you.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” the soft voice of your mother filled the speaker.

“I messed up,” you confessed, “I really messed up and I don’t...I don’t…”

“Take a deep breath, dear, and tell me what happened. I’m sure it can be fixed.”

“I don’t know if it can. I’m a horrible person!”

“You are not a horrible person. Now tell me exactly what happened.”

She listed carefully as a mother does while you went through moment through moment of your lash out with Shawn, up until the point where he left. “I feel terrible, Mom. This was just the one thing I had planned to do for myself and he never took into account how I would feel about this even though I constantly tell him how I feel about gift giving.”

“Sweetheart, I know you so badly want to be an independent woman and there’s nothing wrong with that. But you’re in a relationship now which means not everything you do can be independent. Think about it from his point of view: all of these things he gets you he gets out of love. He doesn’t do it because he wants you to rely on him for money, he knows you’re not with him for that and it’s probably one of the reasons he loves you so much; you treat him like a regular person. Not someone who is just a pretty face that can buy you whatever you want and get you fame. However, he is someone with money and that means he can afford these things for you. It’s not to belittle any of your accomplishments in your career or financially because we both know how supportive he is of you. It’s simply because he wants to show you he’s thinking about you and spoil you to make you happy. I know gifts aren’t one of your main love languages, but it’s definitely one of his. I bet if you had told him about this bag and how much it meant to you instead of hiding it from him, he would have never dreamed of taking it away from you. I understand your immediate frustration, but maybe think about if you’re truly upset with him about this or if you’re upset with yourself for not being able to reciprocate.”

“You’re right, Mom.”

“Of course I’m right, I’m your mother!” she let out a light hearted laugh, “But seriously, go apologize to that boy. He’s probably beating himself up over this.”

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“Are you and Dad home right now?”

“Yes, why is something wrong?”

“Can’t I just be coming over to say hello?”

“Of course you can, but I can tell by your voice that something is wrong.”

A sad smile formed on his face at the fact that even over a car speaker, his mom was still able to read him like a book. “Y/n and I got into a fight.”

“Oh no,” his mother gasped, never hearing many difficulties between the two, “What happened?”

“It’s my fault, Mom, I was being selfish,” he replied defeated, his guilty heart weighing down on him, “You know how I love to give gifts right? Well, Y/n isn’t always the biggest fan of it because she loves being independent. But I can’t help it! She’s the first person who hasn’t been overjoyed over every gift I give her and I never understand because I just want her to be happy and I know they’re things she would like so...I just don’t think! I don’t know why I can’t take a hint and just do what she wants me to do! I just want to make her happy, Mom, and feel loved and all I’ve done is annoy her and upset her!”

“Ok, before you keep going on this self-deprecated spiral, I need you to tell me what happened. And no more blaming yourself until I’ve heard everything.” So he did. And just like the conversation unfolding back at his home, his own mother listened to every word he had to say.

“From my understanding,” she began, “And I’m not saying this to try to defend you, but it sounds like she is battling some problems of her own.”

“No, you don’t understand, I wasn’t listening to her…”

“Oh will you hush! I wasn’t finished. Could you lay off the gifts and make them every once in a while? Of course. However, I believe her outburst today had something to do with some financial conflicts she is facing and maybe just an overall bad mood. You’re not perfect, obviously you need to tone down the gifts just a little bit, but you were definitely not in the full wrong here. There was no way she could have expected you to know about her intentions and plans so you can’t blame that on yourself. She definitely felt that she had to hide it from you in fear that you wouldn’t listen, which might be another issue if she believes that you aren’t willing to budge on your point of view. But you should not go beating yourself up over this! She’ll come around to her senses and you two will be fine.”

“Thank you, Mom. I hope so, I miss her already,” Shawn pouted, wishing so desperately that he was driving back home instead of away from it.

“Of course. Now I’ll make sure your room is all ready for whenever you get here and I’ll stay up to give you a big hug. How does that sound?”

“Amazing, I’ll be there in…” the sight of your name popping up on his center console broke him from his thoughts, “Wait, Mom, she’s calling me. I’ll call you back.”

“Good luck honey!”

With shaky hands, he hit answer on the phone, “Shawn?”

Even just hearing his name out of your mouth brought him comfort, “Yes? Are you ok? Did something happen?”

“No, I’m fine. I mean I’m not fine, but physically I’m fine. Anyways, I’m going to ramble so I’ll just try to say this quick before I stray too far away from what I was going to say and before I get myself even more worked up again because who knows how long…”

“Y/n,” he stopped you, knowing you would ramble on forever, “Why did you call me?”

“Please come home.” His heart nearly lept out of his chest at your words, not needing to hear anymore. “I’m so sorry, Shawn. I should never have lashed out at you and…”

“Don’t say anything else. I don’t want to do this over the phone. I love you, please don’t apologize and I’ll be home in half an hour.”

“But, Shawn…”

“I love you and I’ll see you soon.” With that he hung up the phone and sped his way back through the Toronto streets to the girl he loved most.

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The second you heard the door open you ran to launch your body into his arms, abandoning your previous post of walking holes in the floor. He gladly accepted you against him, holding you tight in his arms. “I’m so sorry,” you pleaded, new tears rimming at your eyes, “Please forgive me.”

“Shushh, we both can apologize in a second. I just want to hold you.” Shawn maneuvered the two of you back onto your bed with you in his lap, still clinging onto him for dear life. He felt your tears wetting his shirt and while it broke his heart to know you were

hurting, he hoped that being close to you for these few more moments would show that he wasn’t mad at you. After a couple minutes passed, he loosened his grasp on you, “Y/n look at me.” You did as told, revealing your tearful eyes to him. “I’m not mad at you,” he promised as he wiped your tears away, “I’m not upset with you in any way. I forgive you for whatever you feel you need to be forgiven for and I hope you can say the same with me.”

“No, you have nothing to apologize for!” you protested, “You did nothing but try to show me love and make me happy and I’m so sorry I couldn’t look past my own selfish issues. Talking with my mom made me realize that the reason I have always been so apprehensive to receiving your gifts is because I’m not at the point in my career that I thought I would be and I'm letting out my resentment at myself on you. I know how wrong that is of me and I am so sorry for it. There’s nothing wrong with you expressing your love through gifts and I can’t express how sorry I am for making you believe that you were the issue.”

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry, too. I should have talked with you about this and taken into account how you didn’t respond the same way as my friends and family when I give them things and should have taken a step back. I realize my gifts are excessive and I will work to tone them back so they are more special. I love you, Y/n. Even being away from you for an hour after a fight was too much for me to bear.”

“I love you, too. I hated being away from you more than anything.” He kissed your lips passionately, transferring every emotion he had for you into that kiss. Hands caressed your body as yours held him tighter in fear of him disappearing and neither of you wanted to relive this night ever again. “Shawn?” you whispered against his lips, receiving a hum in response, “Thank you for the bag. I can’t wait to tell everyone how my loving and thoughtful boyfriend got it for me.”

“You don’t have to, I can return it.”

“Return it? This is my dream bag and the fact that you wanted to get it for me because you could tell I wanted it means a lot even though I had the absolute worst way of showing it.”

“Stop,” he kissed you again, “I don’t want you to worry about it any longer. Let me just love on you how I had planned tonight.” And while it might not have been the way Shawn had planned the night to go, he was ending it exactly how he wanted to.

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Wait a second! I absolutely adore that hcs where the boys helped mc get together with their vice dorm head. Then, what if its the other way around? 👀 may I request the vice dorm head's crush asking to set them up with their dorm heads now? You can exclude Ortho since well...he's a baby lol. Hehehehe. Thank you! Angst we go~

YEAHHH pain time lets go. im reusing the trey/riddle/reader childhood friend love triangle from that post btw because i liked that one so much. this is once again, So fucking long.

+ if you like my writing, you can buy me a ko-fi to support me!

Trey Clover

Trey was the one who introduced you to Riddle, all those years ago, when you were all just brats running around in the Country of Roses. Since then, the three of you had been pretty much inseparable.

Unlike Riddle, who was more on the reserved side when it came to affection, Trey was rather open with it. People just knew you were close, you spent most of your time off classes together, occasionally joined by Riddle. You all meant so much to each other, it felt like you'd just be together forever, just like this.

But things start to change when you find yourself wanting to be closer to Riddle. You saw him often, but it never felt like it was enough, he wouldn't leave your mind... you were starting to develop serious feelings for him, yet you didn't know what to do about it.

Riddle had become Heartslabyul's dorm leader recently, and he was taking his duties seriously, as seriously as he took everything else. He'd have less and less time for you and Trey, you didn't know how you could get your feelings through to him, who always had his head on his work. It just felt hopeless.

You couldn't handle all the pining anymore, so you decide to ask Trey for help. How could you communicate your feelings to Riddle when he felt so distant? You feel like the only person who could possibly know what to do would be Trey.

You come to him when he's baking by himself, lingering around the kitchen as you beat around the bush for a bit, but eventually spit out that you were in love with Riddle, and didn't know how to confess to him when things were like this. Trey stops his work for a second, surprised once he hears you had fallen for him... but then he looks at you with a smile in his face, and promises to help.

Of course, helping doesn't come without some teasing, but Trey does sincerely want to assist you. He'll ask you questions to understand the situation as well as he could, finding out how you two had been getting along lately.

So you spill all your worries to him, about how Riddle had barely been talking to you recently, how you were worried he’d reject you and it’d ruin your group’s chemistry. Trey takes in your words with an attentive stare, it somehow feels sour to hear them, like an unwanted change. Had he believed the three of you would have the same sort of relationship forever? That seemed so childish, but now that he had to think about this...

When you’re done venting, Trey ruffles your hair and declares you should bake him a tart, with his help of course -- Which is met with confusion, but as he begins getting the ingredients out, he explains how catching Riddle’s attention with something that would get the stress out of him would be a good way to start your confession.

You’re a bit overwhelmed by the idea of doing this now and today, but you go along with him. While you two are making the dessert, you go over what you should tell him. Trey guesses that Riddle’s distance did come from him not doing well lately, and he reassures that you three would still be friends no matter what, even if you got rejected. You were all mature enough to accept things as they are, weren’t you? You shouldn’t let your bond be shaken by something like this.

When you’re done, you have a tart in your arms and a plan in your head, feeling calm. Trey really did know how to help people, he’s such a good friend -- You make sure to tell him that as you hug him tight. Just a couple hours ago you had no idea what to do, now you knew the exact words to use when confessing your feelings to Riddle. You really did owe him one.

Trey just laughs it off as he hugs you back, wishing you good luck and saying he’ll be there for you no matter what. You pick the tart up and turn on your heel to leave, and his smile just dies immediately.

He feels like he’s missed an opportunity he never even really considered, but one might suppose you don’t know what you’ve lost until you’ve had it taken away -- Still, it’s you and Riddle, he can’t go against you. He just hopes you two are happy if you get together.

Jade Leech

Jade knows all of Azul’s friends, and you were no exception. Whether it was because Azul ordered him to keep an eye on you or because he was just curious, even though you didn’t talk much by yourselves, he did know who you were.

Being very observant, Jade’s already caught on to the fact that you liked Azul. It was funny watching you two dance around each other, he might have placed a bet with Floyd on when you’d get together -- But he definitely didn’t expect for you to come to him to ask for help on setting you two up.

That sparks Jade’s interest. You’d think he was suspicious, with how quickly he’s willing to help you, but the proposal just amuses him too much to deny it. He likes putting plans together, he’d been interested in your relationship with Azul, what more could he ask for?

You might not trust him that much initially, even if you came to him for help. It’s easy to be suspicious of Jade, after all, no one can tell what he’s thinking behind that poker faced smile after all. But he assures you that he had nothing to win if he messed up your relationship with Azul, and setting you two up seemed amusing, so he’d do it.

And so, Jade becomes your very own Azul teacher. Jade knows him as well as the palm of his hand, so he’ll explain some of his manneirisms to you, tell you about things he likes that he hides from the public, help you plot dates. He thinks it's cute how excited you get when you feel like you've gotten a new piece to your puzzle.

Early on, he doesn't see you as much more than someone to toy with, honestly. But your reactions are more interesting to watch than anyone else, you have this sparkle to you that sets you apart from other people. And he supposes that's the sort of person who would be good for Azul, yet...

He knows he's getting attached when it feels like the game grows stale. Soon, seeing Azul's rare flustered expressions and your determination paired together as you spent time with each other wasn't fun anymore. He was still helping, but even as he picked your outfit for this date, he can't help but feel jealous. He wants this to be for him.

Jade isn't nice enough that he'll play along until you feel like you've gotten close enough to Azul. No, whether they worked together or not, he wanted you to be his, he's more angry than anguished -- Painfully jealous.

One day, he simply declares that he won't be helping you anymore, cutting your long scheme short. You're shocked, asking why, and Jade tells you that from now on, you'd both be planning your own separate games. You could still try to win Azul's affections, but that would go on as he tried to win yours.

Rook Hunt

Everyone who knew about your crush on Vil had been telling you, he’s way out of everyone’s league, he probably gets thousands of confessions a day, he’s so popular and above this lowly world, one can’t just come up to him and ask him out.

Yet your feelings just don’t go away. You know it’s not some celebrity worship thing, that wasn’t why you got close to him -- Since you noticed how off he seemed to be during the VDC, you had wanted to know the real Vil, and from being a manager to the NRC performance, you two did end up close, and your curiosity was quickly turning into something else, as you caught more glimpses of his off-camera self...

But it all still felt so hopeless. As much as you didn’t want to believe others, you knew what they said held some truth to it, you couldn’t just walk up to Vil and confess your feelings, that wouldn’t work with someone who’s experienced that countless times. You needed to do something special, and you needed to get close to him properly.

You had spent some time thinking about this already, and came to the conclusion you just couldn’t do it alone, you needed help to go near Vil’s heart -- And what better helper than the one who seemed to be his best henchman, Rook Hunt himself? You weren’t all that close to him, but he seemed well intentioned enough, so he’d hopefully at least give you some tips...

You approach Rook at Pomefiore, embarrassed you were doing something like this, but you swallow down all your pride. When you tell him you have a problem you needed his help to solve, he’s already all ears, but when you tell him that it’s about you falling in love with Vil and not knowing what to do about it, it’s like something sparks inside of him.

There’s nothing more beautiful than love, Rook is immediately willing to help you win Vil’s heart. He’s dealt with Vil’s admirers before, but never like this, they just blurted out their feelings to him and didn’t seem capable of playing a longer game -- You, though, were different, and that told him you might just be the one for his oh-so-cold queen.

He’ll ask you about what you had in mind for the confession, what you knew about Vil already, all while taking you out for a walk near the dorm building. You two have a long conversation about Vil, and Rook doesn’t want you to spare a single detail about your feelings, he wants to know precisely and vividly why you’d fallen for him.

You two meet a couple times to talk about him. Rook tells you all the things he knows about Vil, so numerous you feel a little jealous, which he notices. He can’t get enough of all the expressions your emotions cause, you begin to look so radiant for him. A dedicated protagonist, working hard towards achieving the love of someone who seemed so far away from them... it just feels poetic, the thought of you shows up more and more often in his head.

Even though he’s teaching you the ways of a specific type of beauty, he learns that the one you have is even brighter than it. The one thing more beautiful than love is your yearning, it seems, your dedication and determination, the pure dreams you had of just making Vil happy. 

The two of you plot an elaborate confession, he’d make sure you’d have a table in the Pomefiore building’s garden just to yourselves, so you could have tea together as the sun sets. You’re counting the days until your date excitedly, confident that you’ll get your feelings through to Vil, and Rook realizes he’ll have to let you go soon.

Oh, he does not want that -- Even if the thought of you in love with Vil was so stunning, the light of it felt like it blinded him. He thinks of all your expressions of affection towards the queen, and he wishes these were towards him, but he knows he has to accept his fate.

When he’s dropping you off at the date location, he kisses your hand and wishes you luck, telling you he’s so happy for you, though he admits that, as shameful as that was, he wishes nothing more than to be Vil right now. Your eyes go wide at the confession, you’re about to apologize, but Rook dismisses it, saying that he really is happy for you, and hopes you’re happy, too. It’s all genuine, just like your wish to win Vil’s affections that made you come to him.

Lilia Vanrouge

You two don't really know each other, at first. Even though you'd been meeting up with Malleus near Ramshackle often for a couple months now, you didn't really have other friends in the Diasomnia dorm -- You didn't tell Malleus about it, but you did find them intimidating.

You were catching some serious feelings for Malleus, though, and he seemed completely blind to every hint you dropped, intentional and unintentional, and desperate times requer desperate measures. You go over all Diasomnia members you knew, and Lilia seems like the most approachable one. You swallow down your unease, and tell him you needed to talk about something.

Lilia, being the decently welcoming person, agrees to meet you away from prying eyes, where you admit that you had been crushing on Malleus for months now, but had no idea what to do about it because he seemed completely immune to any of your hints and flirting. Lilia listens to you attentively, up until the point where you say that you wanted his help on asking him out properly.

He’s honestly surprised at your actions. There’s a sincerity and boldness to them he rarely sees on anyone else, it leaves an impression in his mind. Plus, the idea of Malleus finally being with someone makes him happy, look at him, he grew up so fast! Yeah, he’s definitely up for helping you.

You two talk it out for a while, he asks about what you had been doing to try to catch Malleus’ attention. You explain all the implications you’d been slipping into your speech, all the compliments and the casual touching that made your heart explode everytime you engaged in, but you still did it because you wanted Malleus to know that hey, you liked him. When you’re done spilling your woes, Lilia chuckles, and asks you if you wanted to try doing this in a way he’d understand better.

You don’t know what he means at first, but before you can ask it, Lilia tells you he’d teach you how dragon fae court each other, that would surely get the message through to Malleus! Your eyes go wide at the suggestion, and you immediately agree to it. That’s a plan that wouldn’t fail, right?

And Lilia is nothing if not a good teacher. He takes you to the library to skim books, making sure you have some of the basics about fae culture down before getting to the real stuff. You turn out to be one of his best students, too, you two end up becoming quite the undefeatable pair -- And you become friends, too, your studying sessions are peppered with small conversations about unrelated things.

Lilia just gets fascinated with you. He finds you so interesting to be around, with your willingness to learn and diligence, but he really grows to love the idealistic, sort of hopeless romantic side of you, who was so in love with Malleus and willing to put all this work to make everything go well with him. You just seem so pure, not as in naive, but as in kind and genuine. People like that are surprisingly rare.

When you get to the gift giving portion, the most important one, you’re learning faster than ever, the excitement in your eyes never leaving. Lilia is happy and proud of you -- But when he starts seeing you wear Malleus’ jewelry gifts around, even though he instructed you to do so, he finds himself not liking to stare at it.

He knows himself enough to know what this means, and, really, how stupidly ironic it was. Lilia really did get attached to you while trying to set you up with someone else, this didn’t even feel like something that should happen in real life. It stings, but he goes on with his mission, he wouldn’t just leave things as they were.

Your confession would involve gifting him a gem Lilia got you, one meant specifically for love confessions like these, as he instructed. Your eyes glitter when he puts it in your hands, telling you that now you were ready to actually ask Malleus out -- And with how things looked like, it seemed he was trying to get his feeling through to you too. He’s sure you won’t be rejected, and makes sure you know that.

You thank Lilia, saying you wouldn’t forget how helpful he’d been to you. Lilia smiles and says you don’t have to thank him -- Just make sure Malleus and you are a happy couple, even if he hates to look at it. 

You don’t understand what he means with this, but when you’re about to ask, he disappears into thin air, leaving nothing but a glittering trail behind. He never mentions what he’d said again, even when you stay friends after the confession.

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Hi Hi, Treat!

Can I request a Kagehara (obvoiously) X Reader who just had a bad day at work and is really on the verge of crying because of how overly stressed they are, and Kagehara just comforts them?

Thank you :)

Ah did you have a bad day? That's not good! I hope you day gets better! Stress is really hard to cope with by itself, but with extra responsibilities such as work and taking care of children, I'm sure it's like a thousand times worse.

…..I kind of described the worse case scenario for an office job? I may have been projecting but oh well.... It might not be exactly what you're asking for but I made him a house husband so Shuichi go brrrr heheheh

Edit: Dammit I made a full fic with this....

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Stress (Pregame! Shuichi x Reader)

Word Count: 1143

It's been a terrible day, and just saying that doesn't sum it up for you. A series of unfortunate events befallen you as you worked. The printer had stained your uniform with ink, your co-worker purposefully accidentally ate the lunch Shuichi was nice enough to make for you, even though you had it clearly marked, and you were hit with a large stack of paperwork that was expected to be done before the next meeting, which was in two days.

That didn't even cover the remarks one of your male co-workers had made about your looks, one of your other coworkers tripping you, causing you to scatter papers all over the floor, and having hot coffee split onto you. At least the last guy apologized instead of being a complete douche and blaming you. The day looked as if it was only going to get worse until you finally got off your shift and were able to drag your feet out of that hell-hole and to the safety of your car.

=

The stress of all of the day's events was a heavyweight on you. You tried to keep it together so you could see clearly to drive, but the closer you got to home the more you can feel your composure slip. You just wanted to go back to bed and ignore the world as it continued to mock you.

Upon parking in your driveway, you semi-collapsed onto the steering wheel, sighing, accidentally honking the horn in the process.

"Goddammit..."

Shuichi knew you were home now. No way you could just sneak to the bedroom to sleep off this bad day. Well, no use in staying in the car anymore. You somehow get the energy to get out of the car, dragging your "homework" with you.

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Shuichi was very much a househusband at this point. He cooked, cleaned, and did anything else you asked him to while he waited at home for you. You were the one making money, not that you really needed to. When it didn't cover your bills, the sweet "detective" of yours would help with his family’s money. He had told you could quit at any time, you didn't feel like just living off his family's fortune was a good idea. Having backup money is good just in case he tried to buy an island for you or something else outrageous, thank god he hasn't got to that point yet. You knew he'd drain his entire bank account on you if you asked.

He greets you at the door with a big smile. You try to match his enthusiasm but it's too hard to smile right now.

=

"Welcome home Angel! How was your day?"

"Hey, Shu..." You walk past him and collapse face-first onto the couch.

"Bad day darling....?"

You groaned into the couch in response.

"Mm...Do you want to talk about it?"

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He took a seat next to you, with what little room you gave him. It took you a few minutes until you were able to push yourself back into a sitting position.

"Today..." You started.

"Was absolutely insufferable... literally everything bad that could have happened did, and I really just feel too emotionally drained to do anything else than sleep."

=

Your voice cracked somewhere in the middle of that causing Shuichi to take on a more serious tone.

"Did someone harass you at work again?"

"And tripped me, stole the lunch you made me, split coffee on me, the printer fucking hated me today...The boss dumped all of the work he could on me and gave me until Wednesday to have it all finished... God, I hate it there...."

=

You were getting teary-eyed already, a look he hated seeing out of you. He made the decision to move you into his lap, and you didn't protest. The rhythmic way his hands played with your hair left you feeling even more exhausted.

"You could always just quit and let me take care of you instead..."

"You say that like it's actually that easy...."

"It is. Just turn in a two weeks notice and don't show up to work. It's not like they can fire you."

"...….You do know that your family's money isn't going to last forever Shuichi...."

"And when that time comes, I'll get a job."

"I'm trying to save up money so you don't have to."

"Don't worry about me too much my angel. I'll do whatever you need me to do to keep you happy. And if I have to quit your job for you, I will."

"Can we just go to bed?"

=

He answered that by carrying you to bed and tucking you in. He left the room for a quick moment with a "be back in a minute." For the short time he was gone you were hit with a feeling you knew as "being too tired to even sleep". With a pained whine, you unintentionally summoned your husband back to the bedroom with a tray of food in his hands.

"You had said that your coworker stole your lunch, so I figured I'd just get you something small."

"Yeah, Takashi is a fucking douche, this has to be the third time he's done it too. I don't think he'll be very happy to know I stole some of his donuts as revenge though."

"All that sugar is going to make you sick Y/N."

"It gave me the energy to work though."

"Still, here. Just try to relax for a little while ok?"

=

Since he's been getting better at cooking, he's been able to fix actual meals instead of getting the two of you sick on junk food like back in high school. Not that you were complaining much back then.

He placed a tray with a bowl of rice and curry on your lap. Which you had to move so that you could sit up to eat.

"I know it isn't your favorite but I can still get the ice cream out for you if you want it afterward."

"Thank you..."

"Anything for my angel. 💙"

"You want to watch Danganronpa? I'm too tired to sleep."

"YES. I guess I'll need that ice cream after all...Be back in a second!"

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Indulging him in his favorite show was a good distraction, you didn't have to think of anything outside of him curled to your chest eyes glued to the tv in your room, and the ice cream you were currently enjoying. Somewhere halfway through the episode you were re-watching though, he turned to you.

"I know that you're going to be ok. I don't appreciate you distracting me from making you feel better though."

"Sorry...ah....your favorite part is on right now....."

"I know. You're more important to me than some show though."

That's all you really needed to hear today. He really is the best.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

The Melancholy of Nagito Komaeda.

So...that’s the holy mama, huh?

*Ibuki leading the charge, the 77th class finally arrive at the Toxic Love machine.

Ok...we’ve found it...Hard part’s over...

I wouldn’t exactly call it the “hard part” There wasn’t much opposition after all.

Good point...and to be honest, I don’t think you should say that. You might end up jinxing it.

Aw, don’t worry about it. What’s the worse that could happen?

Ibuki, actually stop. You’re going to land us in deep trouble.

What? I’m just saying.

Yeah! STOP saying!

So...uh...

*Akane suddenly reaches down and picks up a stone. She starts to reel back.

Woah, woah woah! What the hell are you doing!?

Nothin’. I just wanna see how it works.

You heard what I said before. We shouldn’t engage with it!

Yeah, well, I wanna see what’ll happen if we at least try...

*Akane takes a few steps back, reels back and chucks the stone at the machine. The area sounds with a small bang as it makes contact.

*WHIIIRRR!* *ZZZZZ* *FWOOOOSH!* *RATATATATATATATATA!*

O-Ok! Yeah, I see it now!

JEEE-ZUS!

*As soon as the stone makes contact, the machine goes haywire. 

So uh...how about we keep our distance?

You THINK!?

But what the hell do we do in the meantime? Nothing’s attacking us, and Hajime doesn’t have the key yet.

If he ever gets the key...

Hiyoko, you’ve been acting like such a defeatist for the last 24 hours. What’s wrong with you?

Yeah. are you ok?

No, I’m not okay...I’m very...very un-okay right now...

I know we’ve always gone on and on about how we can’t dwell on the past, or we need to focus on what to do from this point on...

It’s the only reason we’ve got so far.

But I just find it kind of cruel that you guys are just turning a blind eye to our homeless situation right about now.

No one’s turning a blind eye to it Hiyoko. We’re just...

Just what?

Just not bringing it up like you, to make everyone else feel down.

Well, I’m sorry, but that doesn’t exactly comfort me. What is this then? Some kind of suicide mission?

That’s not-

What is it then!?

It’s a...a...aa-aa-ah...!

aaaaaa...aaa-aa-aaah...!!!

M-Mikan?

Mikan? What’s wrong?

!!!!??

*Mikan suddenly starts to have a panic attack, and nearly topples backwards.

What are you-...

...!

!!!!??

*Mahiru follows Mikan’s terrified line of sight, and starts to panic herself at what she sees.

!!!!??

!!!!??

!!!!??

!!!!??

!!!!??

!!!!??

!!!!??

*As does everyone else...

Hehehehe...EHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

*A silhouetted, but very recognizable figure sits atop the nearby building, with his hoodie hung over his head. He lowers it once he realizes that everyone has noticed him.

Hello there...old friends...

*Nagito stands up, and then takes a step off the building.

*CRASH!*

KEH! 

Everyone!

...

*Twogami and Nekomaru shield everyone from the dust and debris that goes flying when Nagito crash lands to the ground. Nagito himself emerges from the dust and brushes himself off.

Well...this is the first time I’m seeing all of you in quite a while.

...

...

...

I know some of us met back at the island, but a question for everyone who wasn’t able to catch a glimpse of me last time.

Well? Are you impressed? Nervous? Surprised?

...

...

...

Hm...I can’t help but notice that Hajime and Chiaki aren’t amongst your group here...Don’t tell me that Reserve Course Coward was too afraid to face me? So much so that he sent forward you all to do his dirty work for him?

...

...

Leave it to the 77th class to treat a talentless nobody like a messiah...Well, maybe I’m being a bit too harsh...

...

Wha-!?

*To everyone surprise, Mahiru takes a step forward.

So...it’s true after all...Not to say I ever doubted Hajime, but I at least had some faith left for you, even after everything...You really went through with it...

You really went through with the project, despite your hatred for Hajime and Fujimori’s “fake talents.”

So...it’s a nice little surprise?

Actually no. I kind of saw it coming...After all...

It’s pretty natural that those who pretend to have talent try to copy those better than them.

!!? You filthy...!?

What was that? Speak up! I’m ALL ears!

Mahiru! Enough! Don’t rile him up!

Why not? I don’t give a damn if he’s strong now or not. He’s still the same pathetic guy...

...who just can’t be a normal person and let things go.

HAH! Why would I EVER want to be a normal person!? They’re the very thing I despise.

Then why does it seem like my words are getting to you?

...You really don’t care, do you?

I now have the power to wipe you out almost instantly, and yet you continue to throw wood into the fire?

Oh...believe me, I’m aware of your power...

*She takes another firm step forward.

But you don’t scare me Komaeda...You never EVER will...

...Hehehe...Yeah! What she said!

*Akane suddenly steps forward and joins Mahiru’s side.

...

...

*Mikan and Hiyoko do the same.

...

...

...

...

...

*And eventually, so does the rest of the team.

...

...Hehehe...Hehehe...HAHAHAHAHA!

Huh!? What’s funny NOW!?

Hehehahaha! The ultimate’s are stepping forward to overcome the Despairing threat standing in front of them! H-How wonderful...How BEAUTIFUL it all is!

I wonder...how long can you retain this mighty hope against me?

Ugh...he hasn’t changed...

Now...if you would be so kind...

Hand...over...the key...

Wha-!?

You-!? How did you-!?

How did I know about it? You forget very easily Nekomaru...I had a talk about it with the machine’s creator, so of course I know about it!

...Kazuichi...!?

*Hiyoko suddenly lunges forward, having to be held back by Imposter and Mahiru.

What did you do to him Nagito!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?

Hehehe! Are you sure you want to know...? Do you really want to know how I did it?

Don’t worry...I didn’t hurt him...much...

GRRRUGGH!!!!??

Oho...This is RICH. Don’t tell me you were actually ATTACHED to that loser?

Hiyoko! Stop! He’s trying to rile you up!

You...You’re despicable...

Oh come on, we all know I’m right. It’s amazing Kazuichi was able to survive the first killing game, and I’ll be doubly amazed if he survives this one.

He always was the human definition of collateral damage...I respected his Ultimate Talent, but clearly it doesn’t make up for his cowardly personality...

Kazuichi sacrificed himself to protect my husband and my daughter...I will not allow you speak ill of him!

Ah, yes, of course, that whole fiasco...But then again...

He failed miserably, right? Fuyuhiko still got taken as well and...What happened to Teruteru?

Ah...that’s right...he’s dead...!

!!?

!!?

Alright...that’s it...!

*Akane stamps her foot on the ground and starts to maliciously approach Nagito.

Aaah...Akane...always thinking with your fists...Not the kind of attitude the Ultimate Gymnast should have, but...

Since an Ultimate Lucky Student doesn’t typically fight either, I guess I have no right to complain.

Looks like I’m going to have to go through you to get the key...

Wait, but we don’t even have-

SHH!

Huh!?

...

Oh...!

*As soon as Ryota recognizes Mahiru’s plan, he holds his tongue.

Akane...!

Coach...This guy’s been asking for a pounding for as long as I’ve known him...

Don’t you DARE try and stop me...!

I’m not...

...!

Kick his shit in three ways to Thursday!

!!!

Alright then...You heard the man Komaeda! You’re all MINE!

Do your worst!

//AKANE OWARI VS NAGITO KOMAEDA!//

[yunhofingers-writes]

Alone- Yeosang (FWB)

Note♥︎- This is part two to FWB! i remember @yeotlny mentioned something about me adding a part two to this and so i did it hehehehe.. Please i don’t write angst so this was pretty much my second time trying this. .As always if you want to be added to my taglist, here it is

Genre♡︎- Angst

Warnings/Tags♥︎- Mention of sex, grinding, cheating, Sad life man

Pairing: Yeasang X F | Wooyoung X F!

Word count♡︎- 1871+

❥- You ran home with tears in your eyes, regretting everything. Your heart hurts just thinking about everything that happened. Your boyfriend was always so sweet to you, always treated you right, gave you everything you wanted, loved you the way you’ve always wanted and you ruined it all.

You’re a cheater and have been for 2 months. You would still kiss your boyfriend’s lip even after you blew Yeosang somewhere. Yeosang was your best friend, and your fuck buddy. It’s always been that way since college.

At first, you were just his friend who had a pathetic little crush on him. Your crush has been carrying from freshman year until junior year in college when you had the guts to finally tell him. He frowned at you and wouldn’t have talked to you for at least 2 months. You spent those 2 months crying and working on yourself. Bettering yourself.

Yeosang finally came back to you the moment you were willing to find self love in yourself, the moment you were happy again. You had some words to tell him.

He asked to speak with you first and you were ready, or so you thought. The moment you stepped into his house, you were pushed against the door by Yeosang. His lips were kissing all around you, bucking his hips into yours. Your mind is only thinking of one thing: your crush is trying to have intercourse with you. He let go of you and looked into your eyes “Do you want to do this with me for real?” He asked and you nodded quickly.

You woke up in his bed the next morning, thinking you both were a couple. His exact words were “look, yesterday was fun, but I would rather us just be friends. I'm not ready for a relationship.” There went your confidence you spent months working on.

There was nothing that could fix your sadness, not even your bestest friend, Mingi.

Surprisingly, you were the one who ran back to him, kissing him. You were the one who told him ‘let’s become friends with benefits

Of course with some hesitation, Yeosang agreed.

A year later, you found your boyfriend, Wooyoung. You two were so happy together. He always did what he had to for you to be happy. He loved you like no other, gave you all of his attention and loyalty, unlike you.

Not even two month in the relationship, you cheated with Yeosang. You just couldn’t get over Yeosang and his cock. He fucked you too well for you to run away that fast, to walk in general.

Today was your breaking point, you felt so bad at how easily you walked in the house like you did nothing behind his back. He would kiss you, cook for you, run your bath, everything to make you happy. You were just treating him like trash.

Yeosang bringing up Wooyoung in your sex session today has made you realize you were a horrible girlfriend. You cried until you got a headache.

You know what you have to do. Wooyoung deserves better and a better girlfriend.

You spent the rest of your night crying until you went to bed.

You woke up in the worst mood ever. You didn’t even want to check your phone at all, but you knew you had to.

You checked it and saw that you had 20 missed calls from Wooyoung, 1 missed call from Yeosang, 12 missed calls from Mingi, and 2 missed calls from San, Wooyoung;s best friend.You panicked, not knowing what to do. San never calls you. you were scared

You felt that it was less stressful if you called Mingi back, so that was what you did.

“Hel-“

You didn’t even get your words out before Mingi started storming off on you.

“What did we talk about already huh? You promised me you were going to leave Yeosang alone! And what happened? You got yourself in some shit. I’m not helping you this time, you’re on your own.” Mingi nagged and you started crying.

“Mingi- please I don’t know what to do.”

“Uh uh- maybe next time actually try to listen to me, okay? I’ll be here if you need a shoulder to cry on, sweetheart.”

You ended the call with one question on your mind.

How the fuck does Mingi know? Wait-

You quickly called San and to your misfortune, he answered.

“I’m disappointed in you. I told you not to hurt him, and that’s exactly what you did. You should be ashamed of yourself for this horrible behavior.” San told you, voice light.

“That’s not what I called you for though. Wooyoung said ``meet him at his house now.”

Before you asked any questions, he ended the call.

Now you were really panicking. Your body felt super heavy.

This was all your fault. Everything was your fault and you knew that. You just weren’t ready to actually take accountability for it.

You wanted to run away and never look back.

You were regretting everything.

You shouldn’t have done anything with Yeosang.

You got ready for the day as slow as possible, not looking forward to it. You wondered if you could just sleep your problems away and ignore everyone. You know you can’t. You can’t run or sleep away from everything.This is your mistake and you must own up to it.

No matter how many times you tell yourself this, you know it’s not making you feel better.

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You walked to Wooyoung’s house, slowly of course, thinking about all of the laughs you shared with Wooyoung, the kisses, the hugs, the small gifts you use to give each other unexpectedly. Everything was ruined quickly with a snap of the finger all because you wanted dick..

pathetic..

You hate yourself right now.

You really lowered your standards to someone who doesn’t even care about your happiness. Someone who only thinks of having sex with you, nothing else.

Why would you do that to yourself? How could you do that to yourself?

You squeezed your eyes together tightly, trying to see if you’re dreaming. You have to be, there’s no way you’re not dreaming.

You opened them and were in front of Wooyoung’s house. You nervously knocked on the door 3 times. You hoped he wasn’t here so you could run home.

Your stomach dropped down when you heard the door opening. So this was happening right now..It was time for confrontation and honestly, you were nowhere near ready.

Wooyoung was staring through your soul right now. You fiddled with your fingers, suddenly finding the ground entertaining.

“You can come in.” You winced at how cold his voice was. He sounded like he hated you and you couldn’t blame him.’

You were just confused on how he even found out.

You tried to shake your nerves off as you walked in the house, surprised to see Yeosang sitting there, smirking at you. “Hey.” He waved.

You nervously waved at him and sat down on the chair next to him, across from Wooyoung.

“I’m going to ask you this once.”

This is really happening right now.

“Did you cheat on me?”

You looked down and gnawed on your lip. You didn’t want to look him in the face. You didn’t want to see him sad, you didn’t want to see him angry.

“Well?!” His voice raised a little higher and you jumped. Yeosang just looked, daydreamed.

“I did.” You cried out. Tears streaming down your face endlessly. You felt so bad. Your heart hurts

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung looked away, jaw locked.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Wooyoung pulled at his hair and walked away.

“I knew you were doing something sneaky behind my back. I just couldn’t pin-point it.”

He walked back to you, eyes glossy. “I would’ve never thought you would’ve been the one to cheat on me. What did I do wrong? Was I not good enough? Did I not give you everything you wanted?”

You thought you were crying earlier, You’re balling now.

All you could do was apologize to him. You can feel his heart shatter right in front of you and Yeosang.

The unanswered question was finally answered.

“Yeosang sent me a video.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at Yeosang who wasn’t paying you no mind.

“He told me that he felt bad he was fucking you while i was waiting for you.” His tears dropped

You watched as Yeosang nodded.

“I want to break up.” He had his eyes closed as he said his statement.

You saw this coming. You just weren't prepared for it. at all.

You nodded your head, and looked back down, embarrassed that this is all happening in front of Yeosang, upset that he was the one who snitched and got away, and overall disappointed in yourself for letting yourself down like that.

After all of these years of being hard on yourself, not having self love and having to build all of that, you’ve learned nothing.

You deserve everything that just happened.

You can’t even be mad at Yeosang. You deserved it all.

“Was this fun to you?!” Wooyoung harshly questioned, showing you the video of you and Yeosang’s last sex session. You watched, defeated.

“Was it worth our relationship?” He was harshly wiping his tears. “I thought we were something. I didn’t know that sex affected our relationship that bad.” He shook his head, finally ready to accept defeat and go on with his life.

“Don’t say anything, just leave, both of you.” He walked to his door and slowly opened it.

Yeosang got up first, bowing and walked out with you following.

Once you both left, you turned him around. He faced you with a blanked face.

“Why did you do that?! I wanted to do it on my own. I didn’t fucking need your help.” You spat out

He rolled his eyes and pushed your hand off of his shoulder. “You’re just as wrong as I am. You came to me first with your ‘yeosang, i’m horny’ ‘yeosang touch me please’ ‘yeosang he can’t fuck me like you’ bull shit and now you want to cry because you got caught in your bullshit. We’ve been fucking for 2 months without your poor boyfriend knowing. I don’t want to longer fuck a cheater. “ He stood still, dark eyes piercing through yours.

“But you were with me in this.” You cried harder.

“And now I'm not. If you’ll excuse me, I have a date to go to today.” He brushed past your shoulder and your eyes widened.

A date?

Is this why you outed me? So I could get out of your way? So I could lose my relationship? Or because you simply thought it was entertainment?”

Yeosang turned around with a loud sigh, getting frustrated at you yelling at him. “I’m ready for a relationship now, I no longer want to have play time with you anymore. It’s your choice whether you accept it or not but you will respect it.”

That was his last words to you before completely moving out of your life.

You ruined everything.

You have nothing, nobody.

You were alone now.

Alone.

End

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hehehehe

AU IDEAAA!!

SWITCHED AU: PT.1

WARNING: SPOILERS (anywhere from the first episode all the way to where the manga is right now. read at your own risk.

INTRO:

The mafia members run the agency.

The agency members run the mafia.

FUKUZAWA YUKICHI

Fukuzawa left the government but realized his bloodlust would never fade away

It was about a year after he left the government when he joined the mafia

He slowly made his way to executive and killed the boss :DD

His excuse was someone broke through the window and shot him with a gun in the head. Fukuzawa also got shot before he could take the intruder out.

He quite literally took a gun, shot his boss and himself, then threw the gun out the window. (i mean get it ig🤷‍♀️)

Even though all the members are rats, they’re his rats

Very overprotective over his rats

Pls don’t try threatening him with them. it’s a death wish

Don’t take his sword away from him either

Dazai once hid his sword and Fukuzawa literally flipped the place inside out to find it

Acts so different to people in the mafia compared to anyone else

still a sucker for cats

Mafia boss

KUNIKIDA DOPPO

After the Azure King incident, Kunikida vowed to never become him..

However, anger bubbled and grew stronger at the city that couldn’t save him

Thus, he joined the Mafia

His short temper is one feared among everyone below him

He’s especially harsh to those who “aren’t ideal” -(basically anyone whos rude, bossy, cocky, and defensive)

Hand grenades, guns, and pocket knives are probably his most used items

He’s almost never sent on subtle or stealth missions — he’s gonna end up blowing up all buildings surrounding him

He treats his subordinates different based on how “ideal” they are.

The difference in attitude is very obvious.

For someone who’s not ideal, he’d basically murder them 5 time in his head, gun and mission report on the table.

For someone nice, he’d just say, “oh yeah, we all make mistakes, its ok,”

He has at least three notebooks on him, and, again, at least 10 papers with weapons and stun grenades all over him

Mafia Executive

DAZAI OSAMU

He was originally part of the agency

When Odasaku’s death came around, he was accused of murdering him.

Seeking vengeance and truth, he ran away to the mafia

His will to live is wayyy more nonexistent than in the canon timeline because Oda told him to live

This timeline.. Odasaku didn’t tell him anything.

He makes it his mission to have Kunikida shoot him. He’s gotten so close once too🤚

The only time Kunikida and Dazai pair up, it’s to kill everyone in sight. Blood baths. Expect no survivor except them.

This man basically never sleeps

Anytime anyone asks him why they get the same answer: “I can hear Odasaku”

Not that they know who Odasaku is

Secondary Mafia Executive

EDOGAWA RANPO

Clever, cunning Ranpo

Is always beside someone because assassins are always after him.

He literally predicts when an assassin will come in and with what weapon.

“Breaking through the window with a gun in... 3..2..1”

He always finds the enemies hideout and weak spots within seconds

Wouldn’t hesitate shoot anyone that annoys him or wastes his time

Probably uses “just like stealing candy from a baby” a lot. like i mean a lot.

His first response to anyone under his rank making a mistake is “Can I kill them?”

basically won’t answer to anyone unless they bring him something

he has a set of things he’ll accept from people

Second Mafia Executive

YOSANO AKIKO

After returning from the traumatizing war, Yosano was..much more vicious and sadistic

She doesn’t heal fatal wounds that are ranks under her or unimportant to her more than 3 times

Broken bones are more acceptable

Suicide is also something she won’t bring people back from

However, if it were someone she loved, she’d throw down her ability as many times as she needs to

..She really said “seperation anxiety✌️”

She has a lot of other terms that she heals people by

Yeah, she’s really attached to people she considers her family

Yosano is obviously the medic and a secondary executive

TAYAMA KATAI

ex-hacker of the mafia

Kunikida’s bestfriend and the only one that’s safe from Kunikida’s wrath

Almost never goes on missions

When he does, he goes with Kunikida, who’ll stop at nothing to get Katai to the place he needs to be

Nowadays all he does for the mafia is help whatever they come to him for

His morals are basically nonexistent

If he can help, hey why the fuck not?

TANIZAKI JUNICHIRO

The Tanizaki siblings backstory isn’t known yet, so we’re gonna go off a hc that they aren’t related. They just stick to each other because they have no one else

A random thug made the mistake of trying to kidnap Naomi

Junichiro killed the thug using light snow and a sharp rock he found

Junichiro is very very overprotective over Naomi and his friends.

He literally will kill anyone he can unless told not to

He sneaks around the mafia with light snow to check if there are any rats

with that said, he knows all the rumors and gossips.

he generally holds onto gossip to entertain naomi

Secondary Mafia Executive

MIYAZAWA KENJI

He was sent away by his village because of his ability.

Having Superhuman strength probably does more negative impact to his farm and village than benefits

Kenji does everything with a smile which makes him scarier

Whenever he really gets pissed off, he frowns. let’s say the sight left them shaking. (timbers? shivered)

Probably one of the nicest among them

NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI

Dazai and Kunikida were looking for the tiger for the bounty

They bought him dinner to make sure it was him

When the confirmed it, they realized how strong he was and how valuable he would be to the mafia

works under dazai

probably one of the nicest among them

Fukuzawa and other mafia members try to tell Atsushi he’s valuable.

He doesn’t really believe it

Another one whos overly protective over people he deems to be family

IZUMI KYOUKA

Kyouka was picked up by the agency originally.

Mafia heard about kyouka and decided to kidnap her

Over her time in the mafia, she realized that she was better off an assassin. Demon Snow wasn’t an ability that could help others

Atsushi was the one who put up with her so Kyouka works under Atsushi and Dazai

Feel free to ask questions!! :D

@its-a-journal-of-ideals helped with like half of these