#cough staring at Ada too

[leon-on-the-froggy-chair]

Luis' entire existence is threatening my asexuality card

[violetbutterflix]

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4.Detective/ADA Chuuya:

Warnings: fuck or die, spanking, degradation, and fem!reader

Chuuya’s impatience grows with every ticking second; the thick, quiet tension in the interrogation room makes it harder for him to stay focused. He slams his hands on the table in frustration, his blue eyes glaring at you. “Will you finally fucking speak up?” He shoves the documents in front of your face, pointing to them as he accuses your organization of being behind all the criminal activities.

Despite the clear evidence, you shrug it off, denying all accusations and not speaking a single word. You have to watch your words carefully now that you're in enemy territory—the Armed Detective Agency. Anything you say could jeopardize your organization. You know that once this is over, you’ll be scolded by your partner and likely your boss too. It’s not like you wanted to get caught; you could have easily gotten away, but the detective in front of you managed to stop that. Sure, you could’ve put up a fight to increase your chances of escape, but damn, he looks too hot to say no to. So here you are, sitting across from him, with only the hard wooden table separating the two of you. You stare into his eyes, resting your chin on your hand as your forearm rests on the table, smiling as you admire his appearance. Honestly, you’ve told him everything—if you weren’t risking your job and the good money (and it’s tough in this economy with the high inflation rate), you’d ask him on a date later.

Chuuya hisses at your nonchalant response; he doesn’t understand it. He has dealt with a lot of criminals in this same interrogation room over the years, but he has never met someone like you. He can’t seem to understand you—not in this moment—with that smile curving on your lips as if you're challenging him. Could this be part of your evil plan to distract him, tricking him into falling for it easily?

“Spill it out: it was your doing, wasn’t it?”

"I'm hurt, detective." You place a hand on your chest, giving him a fake sad smile. "Do you really think I did that?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair with an annoyed expression. Chuuya could’ve saved so much time if it weren’t for you. Originally, it was supposed to be his mission partner—Dazai—interrogating you, but Chuuya stole his spot. Chuuya couldn’t stand that idiot being too close to you. You’ve been his target since day one, ever since he laid eyes on your file in the meeting with his boss. Not Dazai’s, not anyone else’s in the agency—just his; you are his.

"Blackmail, robbery, identity theft, kidnapping, arson, and murder." His eyes narrow as he lists your crimes. "The real question should be: is there anything you haven’t done?"

Damn, Chuuya really did his research on you. You cough, "But detective, I have nothing to do with this case." You can’t deny he’s on the right track, but this time, it’s not your doing. You didn’t even get a chance to act—he appeared out of nowhere and dragged you off just as your day was starting (though you went along willingly). You managed to call for backup without him noticing. Now, you’re just playing with him to kill time while waiting for your partner to rescue you. You know the ADA has had their eyes on your small organization for a while, and everyone’s been bracing for the worst-case scenario: getting caught. How unlucky that you had to be the first. (At least the situation is a little more enjoyable with such a handsome detective.)

“You’re saying that you’re innocent?”

“Yes I am-”

Suddenly, a loud warning siren blares through the room at maximum volume, so deafening that your ears can barely handle it. A strong, sharp aroma fills the air, stinging your senses.

"THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! I repeat, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. We are under attack. The area is being surrounded by an unknown ability. We are working to identify the ability user responsible for this. In the meantime, please remain calm and find somewhere safe-”

The signal cuts off abruptly, leaving the room in dead silence. Chuuya glances up at the speaker on the ceiling, then back at you, a frown deepening on his face. There’s no way this could be happening right after you confessed your innocence—it can't be a coincidence. You’re grateful that your partner is here to rescue you, but the timing definitely needs improvement in the future. The sweet, heavy scent rises to your nose, and your body begins to feel strange—weak and feverish, as if you’re stranded in a desert, scorched by relentless heat. You notice Chuuya is affected too.

As you ponder the possibilities, the realization hits you: sex pollen. An experiment your partner mentioned a month ago that significantly increases hormones—and if you don’t get laid, death will welcome you to the other side. You thought she was joking at first, but this situation proves otherwise. You wouldn’t have minded her testing it on an enemy organization, but the problem is, you’re in their territory. Of all the days in the month, she had to choose today. You swear you’ll kick her ass after this.

“It’s sex pollen,” you warn, breathing heavily as you explain the situation. “We have to have sex, or we die.”

“Haa?” His eyes widen, looking at you as if you’ve said the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “Don’t make me laugh. You think you can joke around at a time like this?”

A fly—how it got in here is a mystery—appears between the two of you and suddenly collapses, falling to the floor. It’s unsettling; it makes no sense for an animal to die out of nowhere, confirming your suspicion that the pollen is to blame. “Well, detective, did you see that fly? It just died!” It’s just a consequence of not having any sexual interaction, after the unlucky speaker couldn’t finish their announcement. “None of us even touched it; it has to be the pollen. Either we fuck or we die.”

He gasps at the sight, unable to believe what’s happening before him. This whole situation feels like some kind of twisted fantasy that Dazai would be into. Chuuya’s body aches, scorched by an overwhelming heat. He can’t believe he has to trust a wanted criminal for a solution. He stands up from his chair, moving behind you. His hands slam down on either side of yours, hitting the table with more force this time. You spot cracks forming beneath his palms. Is he using his raw strength?

His head spins, thoughts consumed by you in this moment. Perhaps it’s the smell that makes him feel this way toward a criminal. Chuuya leans in closer, his hot breath brushing against your ear. He’s resolute in staying with you, ensuring you can’t escape—there’s no way he’ll let you get away. For once, he defies orders. “I’ll make you tell me everything I want to hear.”

-

“Beg for it, you bitch.” Chuuya's hand delivers a hard slap ass, showing no mercy on you or your reddened buttcheeks. His other hand grips your cheek tight as he lands another hard slap. Chuuya moves his hips, rubbing his hardened, thick cock against your wet cunt. “This whore wants me to fuck the shit out of her? Then you better beg for my dick.”

You moan and cry, caught between the sting of pain and the rush of pleasure, each feeling like waves crashing over you. You've lost count of how many slaps you've received from him; it's becoming too much to handle. It feels like hours have already passed. He knows he’s doing this to torture you, trying to make you confess. Your resistance is vanishing, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. The mix of pain and pleasure isn’t enough to satisfy you; your body craves more of him. You turn your head, locking eyes with him—his gaze filled with anger and lust. His hair is messy, and his breaths are heavy, turning you on even more at the sight.

“Please…I need you...Please fuck me...I want your dick...” you beg again, throwing away all your dignity for him. In this heated moment, you're no longer thinking straight.. “I’ll tell you everything you want. So pleaseee…”

"Took you long enough... You were into this, weren’t you, fucking slut?" A smirk forms on his lips, like a madman achieving his goal—his victory over a poor, defeated enemy. Yet, Chuuya can’t cruelly refuse a pretty girl’s plea, especially when your voice trembles with need, stirring something deep within him and making him eager to give you what you desire most. Chuuya enters your entrance, causing you to gasp. Your body shivers at the unexpected movement. His cock twitches inside as he begins to move deeper into you. His pace quickens, driving into your sweet spot as he whimpers your name, cursing how good your body feels for him. Chuuya is lost in his feelings, unable to stop thinking about you, consumed by the pleasure you both share. Your eyes roll back, thighs trembling as your hands grip the edges of the table. In the heat of the moment, you accidentally reveal a secret you shouldn’t have, and now there’s no turning back. You feel like the biggest disappointment to your organization, but hey, at least you’re getting fucked good. There’s some luck in this misfortune that will make you feel a bit better after it’s all over.

[shadyteacup]

Bated Breath

Dazai x fem! Reader

Wait till the end, it’s worth it ;) || part 2

Dazai wondered how he ended up like this.

Bullets flying through the smoky air, clearing a path for fresher air. He hated the fact that he actually felt a rush as he inhaled the gunpowder.

Was it because it reminded him of the dark old days? His past haunted him like a tenacious one sided lover, who failed to acknowledge his delusions.

Oftentimes he found himself actually giving in to the warm embrace of his mafia days, the memories feeling more hot, than warm. Hot enough to burn through his clothes and leave burns on his porcelain skin.

Was this just that? Was he melting into a ghost of his past?

No.

This was much worse, he thought.

Because behind one of those bullets, stood a gun, aimed point blank at him. A slight tug at the trigger, and he would be a few grams lighter, a part of his brain flying out from his skull.

Yet, the one who held the gun stood perfectly still, almost like a statue.

Their finger on the trigger, their eyes sharp, and their lips in a smirk.

An oddly warm smirk.

“Osamu.”, they whispered, almost inaudible considering the many bullets zipping past his ears, fuzzing up his brain with the constant ringing.

Nobody could hear them. But he could. Because he knew those lips well. Way too well. He knew how they curled, and had almost memorised the way they called his name. They didn’t have to let out any sound, just the way they moved, told him they were tracing out the syllables of his name.

As I said, he knew those lips well.

Because he was caressing them last night. He was whispering sweet nothings as he slid a tongue into her mouth, those very lips opening in delicious moans at his antics in bed.

He knew her so well, that all it took was a look, and he knew what was coming.

He threw his head back. His torso leaned back due to the sudden movement, and in one swift motion, he fell to the ground, unmoving.

She giggled, as her love, for the man lying in a pool of blood by his head, a few feet from her heels, oddly, only grew.

She waited patiently for her men to finish the task before them.

Soon enough, many lifeless bodies laid on the ground, and shot members of the ADA stared back at her, their looks deadly.

Sadly, that’s all they could do; glare at her. They were hopelessly wounded, and their mastermind, the man who always figured it all out, who was a hundred steps ahead of their enemies, was lying stupidly at her feet.

“I’ll kill you.”

You heard the weretiger mumble out helplessly.

He was injured, and his powers would take time to kick in due to the severity of the blows he had been given.

Your men weren’t amateurs, they were pretty good at their job.

“I’d love to see you try, hun.”, you said, in a voice too calm and caring for the situation you were in.

Kunikida coughed up some blood as he tried to apply pressure to his wound.

The doctor used one hand to hold her head in place, as the drugs she had ingested unbeknownst to her, were forcing her to sleep. A simple yet effective method to slow down her healing. If she gives in to the sleeping pills, she won’t stay awake to heal her fatal wounds, and the grogginess didn’t let her focus.

Kyoka had been sedated, and Tanizaki had been dealt with, by using Naomi as a distraction, causing him to lose focus for a split second. That was enough to wound him enough to immobilise him.

“Take them away.”

Your men bowed and got to work, working on taking away everyone, except your lover.

Atsushi had already healed a little, and had regained enough energy to scream at you.

“YOU’RE DEAD! IM GOING TO KILL YOU! You.. I -“, Atsushi yelled, before being sedated by your men.

You watched as everyone, save for Yosano san, was given a heavy sedative, and rushed out of the room.

They had to work hard to keep her awake; she couldn’t pass out yet, for her own sake.

The room cleared, and now it was just you, and him. You watched his body, sprawled on the floor.

You kneeled down near his face, observing his beautiful features.

Hesitantly, you traced a finger on his jaw. His face felt so soft.

Angelic even.

You admired him some more, tracing his cheeks, his lovely lips, and his nose. Your thumb brushed his eyebrows lovingly, before leaning down to his lips.

You kissed him.

Passionately.

Some would call you a psychopath, for doing something so loving to someone you had killed.

The funny thing is, Dazai kissed back.

“Was I convincing enough, Bella?”

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[meowbert-whiskers]

Weird ass Resident Evil head cannons because my brain is too silly

Wesker 100% got bullied by Chris and Jill when he was working with S. T. A. R. S. and cried at least once from it.

The moment Ashely got home she started crying to emo nightcore music while downing an entire pack of shredded cheddar cheese.

Luis definitely grabbed Leon's ass at least once whenever he bent down, then got the same treatment from Leon.

Leon purposefully coughs very dramatically in front of people who smoke to make them feel bad.

Chris has frequent nightmares about marrying Jill just for her to turn out to be Wesker in disguise. Every single time he has that nightmare he wakes up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down his face like he just saw the most horrifying thing know to man.

Rebecca has a penis straw some where in her house. It was a gift from Jill.

Wesker is horribly afraid of horses. Any time he sees a horse he starts running away as fast as he can. One time a horse smiled at him and he started screaming in terror.

The only reason Claire wears a ponytail is because one time when she was younger she went to a public pool with Chris and got her hair stuck in one of the drains and had to get a short hair cut. She was bullied about it for years by Chris.

Sherry is obsessed with Pokemon, especially when Leon first started working with the government since he got a bunch of money, and had a Pokemon themed bedroom. Her favourite Pokemon is Sylveon. Leon's is Pikachu because he's a dumb idiot who never saw the appeal and just wanted to make Sherry happy.

William was incredibly nerdy to the point where Annette would sometimes tape his mouth shut while they worked or else her infodump about each way to use a syringe/suture needle/any sort of medical shit they had to use. Albert didn't mind it when he rambled, though.

Chris once pranked Albert by switching his artificial sugars for his coffee with salt and hiding laxatives in it as well. Albert has never forgave him.

Jill once smacked Chris so hard he fell over and folded like an omelette. His spine has never recovered.

Leon was 100% a fan of Oingo Boingo and Weird Al. I will not explain any further.

Ada gets her nails done every other month by the same nail tech. Rebecca is secretly the nail tech.

Leon once accidentally sat on one of Sherry's Plush Charizards and got screamed at for an hour. Sherry said that she didn't want his "butt cooties" on her dragon.

Ashley loves cheese. Specifically brie.

Leon sometimes stares outside of the windows in his home while zoning out and standing completely straight. He also falls asleep like that with his eyes open. Chris will sometimes join him in watching the outside except he stands like a dad and does that thing where he has some sort of nut in his hands and shakes them around before eating them.

Chris wants to have kids, more specifically a daughter, so when Leon was on missions and Claire had to babysit her, he'd try to bond with Sherry. Sherry was horribly afraid of him and would cry if she was picked up by him.

Chris once smacked Wesker so hard his glasses went flying off. Wesker immediately got on the floor and started searching for them Velma style.

Leon unironicaly goes "YEOWCH!" whenever he gets hurt.

In the helicopter, Carlos slung his arm around Jill to try and be hot. It backfired once he realized Jill was both sleeping and drooling all over his arm. Ew.

Leon coughs like an old man on hospice.

Wesker sneezes like a kitten, especially during serious situations. He goes, "I'LL FUCKING END YOU-Achoo! (｡>﹏<｡)"

William once mistook Albert for Anette when he was incredibly tired and kissed Wesker on the lips. Neither were complaining.

This is so fucking dumb but please listen to my insane ramblings. PLEASE.

[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-nineteen

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: only happy moments from here on out.

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My screams echoed throughout the neighborhood as I felt myself falling fast towards the ground; my death. I tensed my body for the impact, knowing that impact would either severely injure me or kill me. I could hear muffled yelling under the loud sounds of sirens that dulled out my screams. Right as I was about to hit, two pairs of arms caught me and we all ended up tumbling to the ground.

"Shit," the body underneath me cursed.

Even with the cushion, my body screamed in agony and I tried to move but hissed in pain.

Jolly, who was the one underneath me, slowly rolled my onto the ground while Nick, who was the other that caught me, held my head straight so I wouldn't do anymore damage that I might have already caused.

"Y/N," Folio was quick to kneel at my side. "Don't move, alright? It sounds like paramedics are almost here."

Tears streamed down my face as I tried to sit up, Jolly and Folio holding both of my arms down.

"Noah," I coughed out his name. "Where's Noah?"

Nick stared up at the still-burning blaze. "I don't know."

The sheer fear in his voice made the others share a look which made me with strength I didn't know I possessed, push them away to get to my feet; albeit slow.

"Y/N," Folio stepped in front of me. "You can't go back inside."

"It's Noah!" I exclaimed with wide eyes.

He nodded. "I know. But it's dangerous if you go back inside. You already inhaled too much smoke and your hand is severely burned. You need to get checked out."

Just then the front lawn was swarmed with various fire trucks and paramedics as they began shouting orders.

I gazed up at the house that was slowly crumbling and let out a strangled sob. "He went inside for me and he hasn't come back out. What if something happened to him?"

Jolly wrapped an arm around me to force me away from the blaze. "Noah will be fine. Let's get you checked out.

Reluctantly, I allowed him to steer me towards the open back of an ambulance as one paramedic was waiting.

"Who's hurt?" The young brunette asked.

Jolly motioned towards me. "I'm not sure how much smoke she inhaled, but she burned her hand pretty good."

The paramedic forced me to sit on the edge of the ambulance as she wrapped an oxygen mask around my neck.

"Leave this over your mouth for a few minutes, it will help you breathe."

I pushed it away. "There's someone still inside. He came back for me but hasn't come out."

She turned to call someone over. "Chief, she's saying someone's inside."

The fire chief gave me a stern look. "Just one?"

"Yes, as far as I know. I was on the lattice but couldn't make it down so he must have gone inside from the back where the fire hasn't reached."

Although now, the entire house was up in a roaring blaze, the smoke filtering high into the dark night sky. My neighbors from around the street were perched on their porches watching the entire thing unfold.

"Please," I begged with tears. "You have to find him."

The chief nodded before barking orders into his radio.

"Breathe this in." The paramedic gently placed the mask over my mouth and nose so I can breathe in the oxygen while she assessed the burn on my wrist and hand.

"It's nothing serious but we still need to treat it at the hospital."

Jolly nodded as Nick and Folio hung back. "Folio, you go with her. I'll stay back with Nick."

"No!" I ripped off the mask. "I'm not leaving with Noah."

The paramedic this time forced the mask back over my face and with an ice-cold glare at her, I held it there.

Folio's gentle touch brushed some hair away from my soot-covered forehead as we all stared up at the house, anxiously waiting for any hint of Noah. My knee bounced in tangent with how fast my heart was beating and the tears wouldn't stop falling. I was a wreck, body shivering from the pain and adrenaline, not yet calming down.

The fire chief returned to me. "Can you tell me how the fire started?"

The paramedic was wrapping up my burned hand, so I didn't do further damage and when she nodded, I let the mask fall from my face. "I don't know. I was asleep and woke up to my bedroom full of smoke."

"Did you leave a candle burning or anything like that?"

"No," I answered with a stern voice. "Whatever caused this fire wasn't my fault."

"Chief, we got a body! He's burned but has a pulse, it's weak but there. We're coming out!"

I shared a horrid look with the guys and almost pushed my way past the paramedic and fire chief when movement from the front of the house caught my attention. Two firefighters were carrying a limp body through the yard before handing him off to another group of paramedics.

"No," I sobbed while trying to run over to him.

Folio's arms held me in place as I fought against him. "Let me go! I have to see. Please Folio, please."

Tears pooled in his eyes as his lips parted to speak but nothing came out, his voice gone. Just as important Noah was to me, he was their brother so I couldn't fathom to know what was going through their own minds as we all watched the paramedic work on the burned body.

My mind was running through so many thoughts about what the outcome would be. I shouldn't have taking things so with him. It was only because I was afraid of falling so completely into someone. I was so used to putting other's wants and needs before my own that when it was time to find something good; I refused because I thought I didn't deserve it.

Noah was that for me. Even with our rough start, he was proving to me I was the one for him; past trauma and all. He ran into a fucking burning building for me. Who does that?

Someone in love.

No, I shook the thought from my head. Noah didn't love me. He cared deeply for me but love. There was no way.

I turned to look at Nick. "What were you guys doing here?"

"We just got back to Jolly's place and Noah kept saying he had a bad feeling in his gut like something was wrong. He tried calling you but you didn't answer so we drove over here to make sure you were fine."

"And that's when we saw the fire," Jolly let out a broken breath.

Folio gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze. "I'd never seen Noah that freaked before."

Bloodshot eyes glanced over to the body on the stretcher a few feet in front of me as the paramedics worked on hooking him up to oxygen and cover the burned parts of his body. His face wasn't burned, but it was swollen and bloody, almost unrecognizable. Almost as if he was in a fight. I stared intently to the only patch of skin on the left arm that wasn't burned and raised a brow.

Bare skin, no tattoo in sight and my jaw dropped with the realization.

At that moment, a voice crackled through the radio of the fire chief, my heart falling straight out of my ass.

"Chief, we found another one!"

"There was someone else inside?" Nick asked.

It was clear since this burned body wasn't Noah but who the hell was it? And where the fuck was Noah?

"Angel!"

Turning on my heels, Folio's arm falling from my shoulder, I watched in sheer relief when Noah walked through the front door, flames dancing behind him onto the lawn. His hair was disheveled and black soot covered almost every inch of him as he leaned over to cough, hands gripping his knees. Seeing that he was alive made my heart sore in my fucking throat as my stomach warmed my entire existence with a rush I'd never felt before.

Oh. Shit.

Was this love?

"Noah!" I screamed before running over to him.

He caught me midair as my legs wrapped around him, Noah stumbling over his feet but remained standing. My hands cupped his cheeks as I looked over every inch of his face making sure he wasn't hurt. But expecting to see burns, it shocked me to see cuts and a forming bruise around his eye.

"What the hell happened?" I asked.

Noah gently set me on my feet but kept his arms around me. "Are you alright? How'd you get down?"

I let him ignore my question for a moment to let him know I was fine.

"Jolly and Nick caught me, well more-so fell on top of them. But I'm okay," I cupped his cheek with my non injured hand.

Noah leaned into my touch and left a soft kiss to the inside of my palm. "I'm alright, angel."

Paramedics rushed over to bring us back to the ambulance so they could check over Noah, who in fact was fine. He told them he wasn't near the flames and mostly inhaled a lot of smoke, so they hooked him up to an oxygen mask. His hand never left the embrace of mine as I stood right next to him, brushing away the strands of hair away from his face.

"You're fucking insane," Folio seethed once the paramedic's determined Noah was fine and let us all talk amongst ourselves.

Noah shrugged before looking at me. "You all would have done the same thing."

"You could have died, Noah," I quaked.

"I'm okay, angel. I promise," he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze for added comfort.

"Then why do you look like you got into a fight with the fire?" Nick motioned to the cuts and bruise.

I felt Noah tense next to me as he stared at the body being hauled into the other ambulance.

"It was James. I found him inside pouring more gasoline into the part of the house that wasn't burning."

I choked out a gasp as the ambulance drove away. James set the fire. Why? Didn't he want the house?

"He told me that if he couldn't get the house, he'd make sure Y/N wouldn't have it. Though he didn't expect us to be here, he must have been following our band page because he thought we were still at the festival."

"Wait," I shook my head then looked down at Noah, who was still sitting on the edge of the ambulance. "James knew I was inside alone and still set the fire?"

"You made it out and James got what he deserved." Noah assured by pulling me into him so he could press his face against my shoulder. "I'm so glad we made it here when we did."

I laid my cheek against the top of his head and let him hold me tight, knowing that walking up to the scene of my house on fire and me hanging from it must have been a scary sight.

Jolly sighed before motioning behind Folio. "The cops are here."

Just then an officer walked up to the group of us and gave us a small smile. "Who lives here?"

"I do," I lifted my head away from Noah.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

For the next few moments, all of us gave the officer our statements on what happened and as Noah told his, my stomach dropped hearing how he fought James in hopes to stop him from starting another fire which ultimately caused him to set himself on fire.

The officer closed his notebook with a long sigh. "We had a hunch it was arson because of the strong smell of gasoline but an investigation still needs to take place which could take a while. The paramedics said you should go to the hospital to get that hand checked out?"

I nodded. "Um, can you tell me what will happen to James?"

"As of right now he's stable but can't speak with him until the hospital checks him out. When we do, you'll be the first to know."

"Thank you, officer." Nick smiled.

Noah slowly stood to his feet with a groan and hand to his chest. "We should get Y/N to the hospital."

I frowned. "Are you sure you're alright? It sounds like you're struggling to breathe."

"Don't worry about me. Let's take care of you first, alright?" He kissed my forehead, and I melted into him, letting his strong embrace ease the erratic pounding of my heart that hadn't stopped since I woke up.

We watched for a few long moments as the firefighters doused the flames with water, what once was my home now reduced to rubble and ash. Everything I owned gone in a matter of seconds. Where would I go? I had nothing, no money, and the clothes on my back were burned and ruined.

Noah looked into my eyes, almost as if he could read my mind, and pulled me tighter to his chest. He breathed me in as his lips brushed over the top of my head.

"I've lost everything," I cried into his chest. "What the fuck did I do in life to deserve this? It's one thing after the other. I just want a fucking break, Noah. Please. I can't."

I sobbed uncontrollably into his chest as his hands ran soothing circles over my back, his soft voice cooing in my ear.

"It's not fair!" I wailed while pulling away from his chest so I could look up at him. "I did everything right! I took care of my mom when she was sick. I made sure she had everything she needed to fight her disease. I gave her everything, and she repaid me by lying about my entire life!"

Suddenly everything I've gone through the last few weeks came crashing down and I let myself to break down in Noah's arms. His thumb brushed away the tears as they continued to fall, the salty taste bitter on my tongue.

"Everything is gone. I tried to get my laptop that had pictures of all of us but I-I couldn't," I hiccupped. "That's all I care about and it's gone. I wasted time in grabbing pictures of my mom when I could have grabbed something more valuable and important."

With a shaky breath, I continued. "I have nowhere to go, Noah. No where to live. I can't afford a hotel or another apartment."

"Hey," Noah lifted my chin up towards him. "We'll get those pictures back, alright? What's important is that you're alive and here. With me; with us. You can stay with me and Jolly."

The latter agreed with a smile. "There's no way we would leave you alone, Y/N."

My bottom lip trembled with a sob. "I don't deser-."

The words died as Noah pressed his lips to mine in a short but hungry kiss, his tongue brushing over my own as it explored my mouth. My hands grasped at his shirt to pull him closer, needing the friction to feel something. These negative events made my body go numb but with Noah's lips on mine, I'd never felt more alive.

"Don't you dare fucking say you don't deserve it angel because you do. You deserve the fucking world and I'll make sure you realize that, no matter what it takes."

Lips still swollen from the kiss and heart pounding heart against my chest all I could do was nod, not finding the strength to speak.

Folio stepped up to us. "The paramedics are ready to take you two to the hospital."

With one more kiss to my lips, Noah led me away from my crumbling past as the tears continued to dry to my face. For the first time in a long time, I let out a deep breath of relief and looked forward to whatever the future held even if the guilt still ate away at me.

[elkieanddoppo]

as i scroll through the kunichuuzai tag, i laugh at myself. bc the other writers is consistent with their tags (like if it's angst, fluff, or smut. i usually see fluff tho). and then theres me who usually write or think of angst ideas (mostly of kunikida) bc i live for angst.

for example, established kunichuuzai where kunikida is feeling left out.

chuuzai do their best in not leaving kunikida out because why not? hes the reason why three of them are together in the first place (bc chuuya and dazai are in a situationship and then they fell in love w kuni and was in a competetive state for a while until they realize they like each other too. thats when they decided to ask kuni out. kuni was surprised too, at first, but he thoroughly thought about it before he agreed to it)

ANW, every night after he comes home from overtime work, kunikida goes in a state where he overthinks (and tonight was no exception) and mostly he overthinks about their relationship. esp about how dazai and chuuya has known each other the longest.

kunikida doesnt understand why theyre both with him. was it pity? did they pity him bc hes the only single member left in the ada (excluding kenji and kyouka)? was that it?

he sighs every minute and enters the room where both of his lovers are. they were arguing with each other. but at the same time, theyre laughing. theyre happy. if kunikida breaks up with them, will they care? will they run after him and tell him that it isn't a break up if not all parties agreed to it?

or will they be happy that kunikida is finally gone and now, it's only the two of them? the two of them. dazai and chuuya are perfect of each other. he shouldn't have been here. HE SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN HER--

his thoughts were interrupted when chuuya called him from where he is. he snapped from his thoughts and blinked, realizing that both of them were looking at him worriedly, with dazai approaching kuni.

"kunikida-kun~ is everything alright?" dazai asked him as he hugged him.

startled, kunikida stuttered: "y-yes. *coughs* im alright". he never stutters. even when against the port mafia. so that alarmed both of his lovers.

chuuya approached the both and carried them with the help of his ability.

"oh, the slug is showing off" dazai smirked

"shut up, mackerel." chuuya rolled his eyes.

whenever this happens, kunikida usually chuckle but now he's just staring at nothing.

when they reached their bedroom, chuuya put dazai and kunikida down gently. dazai continues to pat kuni's head to calm him down while chuuya climbs up the bed and crawls up to them.

"doppo?" chuuya started. "you know we're here for you."

kunikida is embarrassed. he cant believe hes getting emotional over this. so what if thats true? what if they only pity him thats why theyre together? what if he--

"doppo." it was dazai this time, who was currently twirling kunikida's hair.

kunikida sighs. "im sorry. it isn't a big deal. dont worry."

chuuya raise his eyebrow. "you think you can fool us, doppo?"

"what?" kunikida coughed. again.

dazai snickered at this, "you've been coughing since earlier. you dont even have a cold. doppoooooo, you /know/ you cant fool us!!!!!"

...

" im just overthinking.."

"about what? hm?" -chuuya

a tear dropped down and it startled dazai and he stopped twirling the blonde's hair.

"doppo?! whats wrong? you know you can always tell us when youre ready. i- we want to know what's troubling the love of our life but we also dont want you to feel uncomfortable." chuuya said as he wiped the tears from kunikida's face

kuni lowers his head. "do you.. do you ever regret dating me? did you two just pity me? was that why you suddenly asked me out? im not even special so i dont know why anyone would love me esp you two. you're already perfect for each other. i know you've loved each other since forever. what, 6? 7 years? before i came into the picture.i feel like im just intruding..." kunikida was cut off by chuuya kissing him on the lips and dazai kissing him on the neck.

"w..what."

"sorry, i wanted to kiss the ridiculousness out of you."

"would have still teased the living hell out the slug if it wasnt for you, kunikida-kun."

"huh.."

"you still do mackerel.. well anw, doppo. time doesnt have anything to do with the intensity of our feelings. plus, i wouldnt date that bandage trash if i couldnt have you too."

"you wound me, shortie!! but yeah, i agree with him, kunikida-kun. i think i'd kill myself if you rejected me even tho i already knew back then that i l- that i appreciated the slug and vice versa. i dont think i could ever live without you, doppo."

kunikida was blushing the whole time. he didnt know his partners felt this. maybe he has been too selfish this time. he didnt think of his lovers' perspective.

" im so sorry if you ever felt that we dont love you back and were leaving you out. i promised it isnt anything like that. it's mostly just this trash is super clingy.."

"im not!" dazai said as he clinged to kunikida (hugging him). chuuya looked at him and smirked, "sure."

"you.. havent. it's just my head saying stuff...." kunikida mumbled.

chuuya smiled and snuggled closer to kunikida. "if it makes you feel better, i sometimes feel jealous that you two are in the same organization. not like i'll ever quit the port mafia though." chuuya chuckled

"awww, chuuya is such a baby." dazai reached his hand to tickle chuuya's waist. but it was unsuccessful bc he couldnt properly do it. chuuya stucke his tongue out, teasing the brunette.

kunikida giggled. HE GIGGLED. OH MY GOD THAT LAUGH WAS SO HEAVENLY. dazai and chuuya almost died.

"i love you both." kunikida said as he kissed both of their forehead.

"i love you too, doppo." chuuya smiled sweetly and cuddled closer.

"love you, kunikida-kun!"

and then they slept with content smiles.

[night-dazai]

requesting an ango x reader where reader gets hostage and ango just flips the hell out because he hasn't realize his s/o has been kidnapped for 2 days and his ass is so overworked he didn't know 😭

In the end he gets back to his s/o safe and sound 💕

Note: Sorry took a lot longer almost a month, was not feeling so good for the past weeks.

Let's Go Home :

Tags: angst, kidnapping, comfort and fluff

Heavy eye bags, dead eyes, messy hair sweating in an air-conditioned room. Ango stood staring at the big screen in front of him, people near him froze seeing the hacked screen where you lay on the floor beaten and bruised. Dress torn, bleeding from your lips and a little from the head and unconscious your body lay while someone angled the camera to your puffy face strained with tears and blood “Release him, Jay whom you arrested a week ago if not she is done for good “ a voice said showing your face and chuckling another voice spoke .” Hey hey she is such a beauty lets not let it go to waste “ hearing that voice few more voices broken into laughter as the screen went black.

Coughing and wheezing you slowly open your eyes, which hurt. Your entire body hurt but your head hurt even more and so did your hands which were tied behind your back as you sat in the chair trying to look up at the men looking at you. “Your bf sure loves you I think he looked so horrified, “ one said. Words were heard but it was hard to process “Ango….” you thought “Sa….me” you mumbled before fainting once again recalling that night ……………………………….

“It is my fault …it is my fault “ he mumbled to himself holding his head and almost tearing his hair out. Ranpo was looking at the files he had shown about Jay while the director of ADA was talking with Mori “It has been 2 days, it is very risky now but since they showed she is alive …we can try I guess” he said while the director just listened staring at Ango.

His heart was beating fast, very fast for the past few hours and all he could imagine were the worst possible things those men could do to someone like you. A normal person who has no idea what about the cruel underground world.”If only I took her calls, if only…..I was there …”

“I should have never fought, even if I did I should have gone and said sorry. I should have not left her alone … She is not involved in this world at all ……” he thought his nails scrapping his scalp when a bandaged hand yanked it from his hair “Enough we found a location if Ranpo’s guess is the right its to best to go fast, “ he said.

Ango could hardly process what was happening, he tried searching for you for hours but had no clue but the moment the mafia and ADA joined hands it was in 4 hours they found your location, was he too tired to search, was he angry at himself for not taking your calls ? he did not know but he knew one thing “ they are going to regret it “ he said following Dazai and Ranpo out.

“Please take it I am sorry “ you kept thinking clutching the phone as if it were your life you kept calling your lover “Please ango I am sorry “ you mumbled keeping it close to your ear as the ring went and went and said the person had not taken the call. Tears ran down your face, you both fought yesterday night when he came home late for the 1000th time according to you “I was forced to work okay “ he said rubbing his temples indicating he was annoyed “If you do not want me in the house.... fine “ he said in a low tone and before you could react he had left the house and did not come home in the morning also.

In the morning when the doorbell rang, you ran to it thinking about how to say sorry, but something told you to take a look at the window near it and there stood 5 men one with a gun talking to the others.

Running inside you hid in your closet and called your lover but he did not take the phone, and it did not take long for the kidnappers to find you and here you were fainted all bloody and beaten up thinking how you shouted at your already overworked boyfriend “ I am sorry …” was all you could think.

“No more ..it hurts ….” when your whole body pain was felt again as you slowly started to gain conciseness you just wanted to rest. But no people were screaming and shouting, there were some harsh words “What was…was it…..” you paid a little closer attention “ Chuuya!” said a loud voice “she is in that room “.

The voice sounded familiar but you could not place it on anyone and instant gunshots were heard, but you could not move or do anything and at this point, your body was on the verge of collapse “ Ango…..be safe….” you thought and fainted as you a bright light in front of you.

The room door which burst open had Ango rushing into you while destruction and chaos were behind him. His hands skilled but trembling untied you from the chair, and he slapped your face gently “Wake up…wake up…y/n….” he said but you did not wake up.

Ranpo came in and stood at the entrance, he knew Ango for reasons and many knew him for various reasons but none were good. They have seen him smile and laugh but not one person has seen him this devastated. Dazai smiled a little standing next to Ranpo “ he found some he truly loves I guess “ he said.

Ango was rocking your cold body mumbling “You are safe …please see me y/n ..open your eyes please” his eyes were wet with tears “Let's take her to the office and get her treated “ Dazai said placing a hand on hso shoulder .

Your head had a sharp sting “Again….” you thought “Voice…just voc-Ango ?” you mumbled slowly opening your eyes. The room was brightly lit it took your eyes a few seconds to adjust but once it did you saw your lover.

Ango was talking to the director or ADA and Mori while the doctor lady from ADA was adjusting your IV “Ango..” you mumbled again a bit louder gaining all their attention.

He rushed to you, holding your hand “Y/n..yes me I am here ….i am here “ he said. His voice broke as he kept saying sorry, his hands were trembling. You have never seen your boyfriend like this and you also did not like this. You wanted to tell him it's okay and it's not this fault, you wanted to comfort him but your throat hurt at the thought of speaking loud.

Collecting any strength you had you pulled him closer by his shirt, hugging his neck you kissed his cheek “ I love you …” cough ..” home.. let's go home “you said. Your words made the man lose all kind of control and sob in your weak little arms but it felt so strong and warm as everyone left the room.

[oompaloompadidu]

Heyyyy,can I request Akutagawa x fem reader. Every time I search for it I get these pure,soft,innocent,skinny and fragile girls and im like "guys?? Who's this y/n? Cuz it sure ain't me! " so can you make her all the opposites of these traits please? Have a good day❣️❣️

THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST FOR AKU AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH THANKS FOR ASKING IT!!

I UNDERSTAND YOU DEEPLY I HAVE THE SAME PROBLEM (not for the body but for everything else I'm always like "wtf that's not me" so yeah)

Anyway, usually I don't describe the reader's body and I think it should be ok if you're chubby or skinny cuz I don't specify. Also I think it wouldn't really change anything about if you could be in an organization like the Ada or the pm so it should be ok.

I hope you'll like it! <3

𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙈𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎. 𝙄 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙄 𝘿𝙄𝘿𝙉'𝙏.

"𝘠/𝘯! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴… 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦…"

He wakes up in the middle of the night, his breath irregular and heavy, he felt his body covered of cold sweat, his hand clenching on the shirt he sleeps in. He starts coughing, doing so for a very long while, he even started tasting blood in his throat. Thankfully Gin is still asleep. Sometimes he wonders how she can sleep so peacefully, even when there are noises around her.

He thinks again at the dream. He saw you, he's good at remembering faces, and he obviously can remember every little feature of yours. your eyes, your lips, your smirk. He always wanted to ask you how you could keep that smirk all the time. Didn't your face get tired at some point? You must have quite the muscles in your cheeks to keep it all day. He never had the courage to ask it, though. He would probably look ridiculous asking such a weird thing. You were the only one who managed to make him think such strange things. He can hear your mocking laugh already. He shakes his head, trying to stop thinking about it. How many things he would want to tell you, he just fears you to think he's weird and leave him. He knows you're able to. You don't need him. You're fine by yourself. After all, you never showed any sign that you needed him... "Y/n..." Your name leaves his lips almost unconsciously, sleep taking over him again as he lays back down on his futon. Every evening, when he leaves the port mafia building, he sees you while you interrogate prisoners. He always fears that it'll be the last time he sees you. Not because he thinks any of you is going to die, but because he fears you're an hallucination of his. To him, you're too perfect to be real.Sometimes you look at him as well, but he turns around fastly and just walk away. He talked to you just a few times, for missions or in meetings, but he remembers every detail of your voice and the way you act. Something about you captures him. It makes him feel vulnerable. And he hates it. To be liked from you, he must be strong. He's sure you'd never like someone weak or emotional. He's sure... He's right...? While he thinks about it he falls asleep again.

The next morning, when he goes to work with Gin, he sees you at a cafe and instantly try to change direction. He doesn't know why, but even if he likes you, he somehow fears you. He suddenly stops walking when he sees you waving a hand at him, making him and his sister sign to sit with you. He stays still, then Gin drags him to youtable and he stares at you quietly, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, you're the one who starts a conversation. "Ryunosuke, I just couldn't help but notice you always try to avoid me. Why is it, am I so uncomfortable to be around with?" You ask with a soft, yet cold smile.

Ryunosuke. Other that Gin you are the only one who ever called him that.

He realizes he has to answer and clears his throat, trying to keep his voice neutral. "No, no, it's not that." It was true, indeed. He liked you, he just fears you a little bit. He fears that you make him weak.

"I see." He looses his gaze in your eyes when you let your smile softening slightly, an expression he never saw on your face. He loves it. He must keep a straight face, but, God, how hard it's getting to do so.

"sit here, please" you gesture to the chair in front of you with a hand, and Gin smiles a bit —she leaves you two alone since she knows about her brother's crush on you.

He turns around looking at her leaving, a baffled expression on his face, almost betrayed from his sister's absence in such an uncomfortable moment for him. He takes a sit in front of you, tapping his fingers on his thigh avoiding to look directly in your eyes, even if he still keeps a cold expression.

"I couldn't help but wonder how come you avoid me so much." You say smiling, even if the smile seeps to hide something, so subtly one could almost not notice. "It could make me sad, you know?"

His head snaps up and he suddenly looks at you with his gray eyes "could it?" He realizes just after that it sounded way too hopeful, and that it did not help to keep up his pokerface.

You chuckle amused, clearly knowing already that he has this thing about you. "Oh, it could. It did already" you say smirking slightly "but who knows, maybe you can help that"

He stares at you with almost wide eyes, shallowing "...what?"

"ah, did I confuse you? So sorry" you say, playful voice mixed to a sultry tone. you get up, take your bag and walk away.

He stays there, his eyes not leaving the spot you where just a few seconds ago. He is confused. Well, he knows what you were implying but... He still was confused.. did he just imagine that you wanted to say that? Is he being delusional?... He realizes a lot of time has passed only when Gin comes back and asks him what happened, question he can't answer. He just gets up and start walking with her again, trying to forget what happened. How could he, though? He just heard what he always wished to, even if it was just implied...

That night je could not sleep at all. All he heard was your voice telling him that "he could help that". It keeps repeating in his mind, and he could just not close his eyes. He grabs his coat (of course the coat 🙄) and leaves the apartment, making sure to not wake Gin up.

After almost half an hour he knocked at your door, hoping you would be awake even at this hour of the night. He's surprised to see you opening the door, and even more when you're just in a t-shirt an underwear. He can't help but stare at you while you let him step in the house and close the door behind you. "So? What's up?"

He look at your face for a while, then mutter "I was just thinking... about what you said... if I..."

You stop him tapping your foot on the floor "I meant that."

"..." He stares at the floor for a while, then whisper, almost unsure if he wanted to ask it or not "then... could I..."

"could you what?~" you ask smiling.

Shit. He knows you know what he wants. You're just doing it to torture him. "I... Can I...?" He shivers when he feels your hand on his cheeks and hears you saying "you can". He almost instantly snaps and push you against a wall, kissing you. He's never done it before. He knows he won't be good at it. He doesn't care. He has what he wants now, you allowed him to have you.

PS: I got a bit carried away, I hope you still like it (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hi! I just saw your recent dazai x reader post and saw that the request is open soooo I want to request something.

Uhh if by any chance you know Tokyo revengers could you do Reader as Emma Sano? Dazai as Draken and Ranpo as Mikey like the scenario takes place during the prison arc and the vampire thingy and during that time Reader died the same way Emma Sano died and she was killed by Fukuchi in order to weaken the ADA and Dazai was informed by Ango about her death , you know just some good ol angst ehehehehe. I hope this request somehow makes sense and Thank you in advance! 🥰(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Last Soul

Summary: They swear as they see, she will be the last soul they will sacrifice for the battle. Dazai x Fem!Reader ft Ranpo's SisterMasterlist Tysm for the request! I have watched tr a little and I mainly surfed the web, Hope this doesn't disappoint you, I tried to co-relate both the scenarios as close as possible! Hope this fulfill your request

Atsushi and Y/N were on the way escaping Fukuchi, Akutagawa helped them escape, but on a cost of what? His life.

Everything was spinning and going to fast. They merely escaped the attacks by Fukuchi. Y/N couldn't help out much except for the fact she didn't contribute much of defense and combat skills.

She was didn't own any ability, just like her brother Ranpo, who was too denial to say he didn't own one too.

They were running through the forest with Poe's book in hand which had her brother trapped.

This was going to much for her, she wanted to live normally for god sake.

It happened so fast.

One moment she was beside Atsushi running away, and the next moment her body lied on the ground beside where Atsushi stood.

She was injured by Fukuchi's sword.

It came ripping through the thin air, and before either of those two could react, the sword pierced through her body and Y/N could react nothing but cough blood as she fell down in the pool of blood that was hers.

Ranpo didn't know what to say

He came out of the book solving the mystery to see his sister, lying on the ground as Atsushi stood still. He caught the light of the sword that reflected in his eyes, knowing damn well what had happened. He dropped on his knees as his body weakened to see his sister's body on the ground.

"Atsushi What happened...?"

"I AM SORRY RANPO-SAN THE SWORD JUS-JUST CAME THROUG-GH AND-D"

"ATSUSHI PICK HER UP WE NEED TO REACH YOSANO......DONT WORRY Y/N"

Ranpo was beyond angry.

Y/N seemed to gain conciseness when they reached near the base, and Ranpo was relieved a little, but his happiness didn't seemed to last long as she took her last breathe almost saying 'take care' right at the entrance, smiling.

Silence.

That was what could they all hear. Eyes diluting, tears streaming down as a silence scream escaped Ranpo, as he stared at his sister, who's soul completely slipped her body, which now was dropped on the ground, where Atsushi regained his human form.

" Tell me this a sick joke you pull Y/N, You know Dazai Loves you back right? Y/N-" Ranpo said, his voice cracking as he spoke.

"Y/N please, wake up you wanted to start a family right? With Dazai, and you even thought so far on picking the colours of the walls for your kid, Please Y/N, you cant throw away all of this you cant-" Ranpo's voice cracked, as he held his sister's body in denial.

Atsushi could only place a hand on ranpo's shoulder as a sign of comfort, unsure of the next motive of either parties.

Ango, Who watched the scene unfold, didn't say much but still shed a tear, knowing well he had to be professional in the battlefield.

Now the problem for Ango was, to convey this message to Dazai.

As the usual time passed, Ango sat once again to decode and code the messages between him and Dazai

Sending the coded Message to Dazai, Ango could only hope that this doesn't change the direction of the war.

Dazai didn't know how to react.

Y/N L/N was dead. The Y/N who he spent time with, who actually cared for him other than his late friend Odasaku , and The Y/N who he never confessed his love to.

"Say Dazai, didn't you hear it yet?" Fyodor smiled, who sat across him in another cube smiling wickedly seeing his enemy in denial.

"If this didn't exist, I would have made sure you didn't see another day" Dazai announced as his head slowly raised up and you could see the maniac beast he held close rise up, little by little just like it had when he made his first kill.

"I will make sure you pay the prize of this act Fyodor Dostoevsky, she will be the last soul sacrificed for this battle."

Help i went through my notes the other day for this request and

Welcome Dazai Sazai

[merriclo]

staring at you with autism in my eyes. tell me your haruno headcanons

how does it feel to be my favorite person ever in the entire world? i have so many headcanons for her omg.. you’ve opened the pandora’s box (’ω’)

Haruno’s around 23 years old, give or take, and was born in the spring. she’s a college graduate, and got her degree in accounting!!

i like to think that she vaguely knew Kunikida when they were in high school. they weren’t super close, but they were friendly enough! one day they ran into each other at the grocery store, and Haruno stopped by to say hi and catch up. when Kunikida learned that she was an accountant in need of a job, he immediately referred her to the Agency, since Fukuzawa had off-handedly mentioned needing a clerk. he was her reference, and she got hired pretty quickly.

that being said, i think her relationship with Kunikida has increased quite a bit since she was hired. obviously, she’s incredibly greatful for his help in employment, and she shows him that quite often. he’s also happy to work with her since she’s a good employee and great at what she does. sure, he’ll scold her for looking at Mii-chan pics on the clock, but she’s better than most of the others (cough Dazai cough) so. whatever. idk i just like to think that they’re buddies..

she acts as a kind of “head clerk,” which basically just means training the part-timers and making sure the technical things run as smoothly as possible. she’s very very good at her job, and the entire office appreciates it.

Natsume/Mii-chan kind of just. followed her home a few days after she was hired. she thinks she’s a victim of the cat distribution system, but in reality it was all very intentional. lucky for him though, she spoils him rotten. he hasn’t eaten this good in decades (he’s a little chubby because of it but that’s okay)

Haruno’s the one who primarily does the agency’s grocery shopping, since she’s pretty responsible and one of the few members who can drive (well)

huuuge coupon lover (which is another reason she does most of the shopping, she gets like ¥14,000 off.) she’ll gift people coupons too if she knows they’ll use them. canned crab coupon? here ya go, Dazai! fountain pen coupon? hey, Kunikida, check this out! candy coupon? ohhh Ranpo’s gonna love this!!! the agency’s wallet thanks her

Naomi and her hang out allll the damn time. working for the ADA means keeping your work life (and personal life, if you have an ability) under wraps. because of this, and having to keep Jun’ichirō’s ability hush, Naomi doesn’t have any real friends outside of Haruno. so, the two have weekly girls’ nights where they hang out and gossip and do face masks and such. Haruno wants Naomi to have as much of a standard teenage experience as possible, and this is kind of her way of giving that to her. (also they totally force Jun’ichirō to join them sometimes, so he always has these beautifully manicured fingernails.)

she was absolutely awful at brewing tea when she was first hired, but she’s put in a lot of work since then and is getting much better!! Fukuzawa deeply appreciates it

i think she runs pretty cold, which is why she likes wearing thick sweaters and opaque tights. i can totally see her coming into work in the winter, all bundled up with a thick coat and sweater, and immediately running to brew some hot tea to warm up

also sometimes she’ll spook her coworkers by randomly touching them with her cold hands. Kunikida and Naomi are the most common victims

oh as for sexuality headcanons. she’s a lesbian and you can’t convince me otherwise. she’s had like 1 girlfriend in the past and then got so absorbed in her work and cat that she’s never tried to get another. she thinks Yosano’s really pretty but, with peace and love, she cannot match her freak so. she’s not even going to try and flirt with her

that being said i can totally see someone flirting with Haruno and it going right over her head. she’s such a friendly lady that she assumes all flirting attempts are just friendly conversations. please Haruno use your eyes. the cashier at Trader Joe’s is in love with you

continuing again. i think some client of the ADA has made a passing remark about her and Kunikida dating, to which everyone just blankly stares at them because. no that’s not. that’s not chemistry. thats wlw mlm solidarity in the office, ma’am. sorry to disappoint

she’s definitely got a blog full of pictures of Mii-chan that has a freakish amount of followers. Fukuzawa was its first follower, and Naomi its second (to this day she’s still bitter that he got to it before her)

she loves showtunes, and did a lot of theatre in high school. she was going to pursue it professionally, but it didn’t end up working out. (fun fact: her namesake is a character in Jun’ichirō Tanizaki’s book Naomi, who is an actress!!)

Atsushi gave her a little calico cat charm for her phone and she loves it dearly

sometimes she’ll do something super cringey and embarrassing when at home and then an intense wave of shame will wash over her because she knows Mii-chan’s judging the fuck out of her.. you can see it in his eyes….

her glasses are constantly just a littol bit smudged

i feel like she’d watch a lot of mindless, sappy television. like hopeless romantic j-dramas or shoujos. nothing that makes her think too hard after a long day of work

in conclusion i love her so much she is my favorite darling sweetheart and i want to kiss her forehead so damn bad. she is perfect and wonderful and i wish she got more screentime ɷ◡ɷ

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

las plagas means 'fuck me' in spanish

pairing: leon kennedy/luis serra

cw: oral sex, anal sex, las plagas makes you horny, leon thinks las plagas makes him gay (but that's just the internalized homophobia talking)

summary: it's a basic lil "las plagas" makes you horny fic, but why not? las plagas also makes you gay in this one (or at least that's what leon likes to tell himself) and leon needs to punish luis for his involvement in umbrella and such

wc: 1.9k

ao3 link

It started with coughing up blood, which is never a good sign, but it wasn’t the first time it had happened to Leon. He passed out in a wooden boat that had almost been reduced to debris, but cared more about the lost time due to his little snooze. If Leon’s aim was what it was a year ago, maybe two, he’d be in the stomach of Del Lago right now. For once, he was thankful for something the D.S.O. had given him. 

The visions were the first truly unsettling symptom of las plagas. Seeing Lord Saddler calling him a ‘sacrificial lamb’ in a dizzying purple aura was chilling to say the least. Then, his veins turned black, looking like spiderwebs beneath the skin.

The weirdest symptom was the next one to come on. After fighting off a hoard of monsters, Leon felt his dick getting hard. Initially, he attributed it to the adrenaline rush. He thought it would go away. It didn’t. It got worse. 

Leon convinced Luis to come back to the castle with him, so that he could deal with whatever unfinished business he had there, but he was quick to forget his original objective. They ended up in the dining room, the one where he and Ashley had solved the puzzle to gain the serpent head. Leon wasn’t thinking about Ashley right now, which was unlike him. He usually remained acutely focused on missions like these. 

Leon was unaware of his subconscious ulterior motives. There were no monsters in sight, and the “adrenaline rush” had surely run out - but his cock was throbbing. 

Luis was undeniably attractive, but Leon was heterosexual, so he didn’t think of Luis like that, at least, until they were alone in the dining room.  

It must be las plagas. That’s what was making him feel this way. While Luis spoke, Leon completely stopped listening to the words he was saying, too busy drinking in the sight of Luis in his jacket, his white shirt that had the first few buttons undone, and his perfectly fitted jeans. Ashley was pretty, Ada was gorgeous, but Leon could not stop thinking about Luis right then. 

He had completely forgotten that Luis was talking until he heard him say, in his sexy Spanish accent, “Hey, Sancho - you still with us?”

Hopefully he wasn’t saying anything important. 

“Yeah, sorry, just zoned out for a moment there.”

Leon quickly turned his gaze to something across the room and coughed in a transitional manner. 

“By zoned out you mean you were busy checking me out?”

Leon turned his head so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash. Luis was staring back at him with a knowing smirk. 

“Uh, no, I was uh-” If Leon’s stammering didn’t give him away, the redness in his cheeks did. 

“It’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed of - I am more than just a ladies man, you know?”

“Huh?” Leon pretended not to understand the implication, but for someone whose mind was already stuck on sex-mode, it was pretty fucking obvious. 

Luis met Leon’s eyes, then nodded his head towards Leon’s crotch and raised an eyebrow. 

Leon sighed. “I think it’s las plagas, which is your fucking fault by the way.”

“My fault?”

“Yeah, you were working for Umbrella and Los Illuminados - you’re a scientist, you fucking did this.”

Leon no longer bit back his anger. He was focused on suppressing his arousal. 

“I did not do this . And I’m the one who’s been working on the cure, you know?” Luis gestured to the spot on Leon that he had previously injected with the suppressant.

“Yeah, cleaning up your own mistakes.”

“Listen, I’m not proud of what I did working for Umbrella - or Los Illuminados, but that’s why I’m doing this - that’s why I’m helping you and… the senorita.”

For a self-proclaimed ‘ladies man’, Luis was quick to shrug off the lady and lock his sights on the man in front of him. 

Luis looked genuinely apologetic, but that wasn’t enough for Leon, especially not right now. The next thing Luis said piqued his interest, though.

“Maybe I can apologize to you.”

There was a split second where Leon hesitated, his brain took over and he realized that this was not a good idea. It was a waste of fucking time. But, he felt heat rising in his body again, blood coursing through his veins at a faster rate, and he needed Luis. Sorry Ashley, Leon had some extra business to take care of, making him a little behind schedule. 

Luis was leaning up against the wall, and Leon stood up and approached him, puffing his chest out, trying to look all masculine and dominant while he was rapidly losing control. 

“Fine,” Leon said through gritted teeth, “but I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

Leon put his hand up to Luis’ throat and squeezed slightly, not enough to endanger him, but enough to intimidate him. 

“How does it feel now, huh? Being Umbrella’s little scientist?”

Luis initially looked startled by the sudden physical contact, but Leon watched as his lips quickly turned upward into a smirk.  Leon was still fighting the parasites that had a vice grip over his better judgment, but it was a losing battle. In a matter of seconds, his lips were on Luis’, kissing him hard, trying to make it a punishment. 

As promised, Luis got on his knees for Leon. Leon was able to get his pants down to his ankles remarkably fast for someone so heavily-armed. Luis, below him now, began by stroking Leon’s aching cock - a little too slowly for Leon’s liking. 

“Don’t tease me.” It was a command, but Leon feared it would become a plea. It was already a plea. 

“Alright. You’re in charge.”

Luis licked a stripe down Leon’s length and then took the tip of his cock into his mouth - only the tip. The charade progressed into an argument between Leon’s piercing gaze and Luis’ teasing one. It ultimately ended in Leon shoving Luis’ head down until he could feel Luis’ tight throat. Leon finally let out a groan he’d been holding back, while Luis tried not to choke. 

Everytime Leon had an urge to look down at Luis, he reminded himself that this is a favor between friends, that he is a straight man, that this is retribution for Luis, but his curiosity got the best of him. Leon took one glance at Luis’ watery eyes and had to look away - disgust? No, arousal. Leon was determined not to come yet. Not las plagas, las plagas wanted satisfaction ASAP, Leon wanted more for reasons he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Vengeance, gratification, to sate the vendetta, to feed the hunger.  

“Stand up,” Leon told Luis in the most composed demeanor possible for someone on the crux of orgasm. 

“Huh?” Luis wiped his own saliva off his lips. 

“Turn around.”

Put your hands behind your head, you’re under arrest - no, that’s a different timeline.  

“Whatever you say.”

Luis surrendered and Leon started to unbuckle his belt from behind him. 

“Ah, I see what you want - I can’t blame you.”

“You better shut your smart mouth or I will.”

Leon yanked Luis’ pants halfway down his legs, not caring if he ruined them. 

Soon, he was prodding at Luis’ entrance. Yeah, lube would’ve made this easier for everyone, but Leon planned to save the president, not fuck a Spanish scientist, so the best he could do was saliva. Luis should be grateful he got anything to ease the friction. 

“You take what you’re given. Got it?”

Luis’ face was bright red from embarrassment - not that Leon could see since his current view was of Luis’ ass - regardless of any shame, Luis’ dick was twitching all the same. 

“Got it.” He swallowed his pride. 

Leon allowed Luis no time to adjust to his size, thrusting into him at a merciless pace. There was a moment of pain, which was then superseded by pleasure for both of them. They simultaneously exhaled a long-repressed groan. 

It felt way better than Leon wanted to admit. In order to keep from coming too soon, Leon was determined to think about the current situation, rather than let his mind drift to thinking about his ex-girlfriend, Playboy magazine, or god forbid, Ada. It was both way easier - because it required zero imagination - and way hotter to think about the fact that he was fucking Luis right now. Thinking about Luis did not hold Leon back from coming at all - it did quite the opposite. 

Leon noticed Luis stroking himself and slapped his hand away. Bad boy . Luis seemed to be liking it a little too much. 

Maybe, in the back of Leon’s mind, there was a part of him that was affected by Luis’ moaning and he wanted to stop that, maybe he’d rather hear Luis say something in protest, or maybe he’d rather hear him beg. 

“Eh, Sancho? What was that for?” Luis whined. 

Leon wasn’t sure if he found it annoying or sexy - both would elicit the same response, which was to silence Luis with a hand over his mouth. 

Leon whispered into Luis’ ear, “I said, you take what you’re given. That means no complaining.”

Leon’s not usually one to get off on having power over someone else, but there was a secondary satisfaction he got in shoving Luis further into the wall and thrusting into him with increased vigor. 

A moan slipped from Leon’s mouth and blood would have rushed to his face if it was not entirely in his dick. It was then that he realized the predicament he’d put himself in - Leon had made it clear that Luis could not touch himself, and Luis was surprisingly obedient, but Leon’s own ego needed Luis to come first. 

Removing his hand from Luis’ mouth, he said, “I suppose I should reward you for good behavior”, and he took Luis’ dick in his own hand and began with slow strokes. Could’ve let Luis do it himself, but that’d be letting Luis do something and Leon had to remain in control of the situation. 

“Fuck, that feels so much better when you do it.” 

Both the movement of Leon’s hips and his hand, which was still gripping Luis’ dick, became much more frantic as he got dangerously close to the edge. 

Desperation took over and all thoughts left Leon’s head when he felt Luis throb in his hand. He no longer cared that Luis’ release coated his fingers. It should’ve been gross, but it was far from it. The last thing he heard was his own name coming from Luis’ lips before he came with a strangled moan. 

Leon pulled out, lightheaded and panting. While he still had a dizzy head, he turned Luis around and kissed him hard on the mouth. Luis didn’t pull back. 

When Leon broke the kiss, the first thing he said, still putting everything back together in his scattered mind was, “Did you say my real name?”

“Yes?” Luis looked genuinely confused by Leon’s question. 

“I’m pretty sure this is the first time you’ve ever called me ‘Leon’.”

“Would you like me to start?”

“No, go back to ‘Sancho’. You calling me ‘Leon’ sounds… weird now.”

“Ah, because I’ve put an association in your mind.” Luis gave him a knowing grin.

Leon was dying of embarrassment - and a parasite and multiple stab wounds. Okay, maybe the humiliation wasn’t so bad. 

“Just like Pavlov’s dog now, eh, Leon?”

“I thought you were a biologist, not a psychologist.”

“I’m just a man who’s good with the ladies, and with the gentlemen, it seems.”

Leon’s face burned, but a reluctant grin came across his flushed face. Luis, creator of parasites and their cures, became all-powerful now that Leon was wrapped around his finger. People can change right? Hopefully, lest Leon be left begging for mercy next time.

[meadowsofmay]

for when a parent's heart has finally settled in peace:

when thranduil sees legolas for the first time since his son's trip for imladris and, there after, a suicide mission deadly quest to mordor in order to destroy the one ring — the realm is in ruins after the local battle but the woods, their woods, are freely breathing again. the hope is here, the life is back pulsing through the veins of the nature and the blood that was spilled is almost covered by freshly sprouted grass.

the grass that legolas lands on dismounting from his horse before the doors of his kingdom that he haven't seen flourishing in a long time. for a moment he is scared to go in, past the familiar gates and familiar halls of his childhood and teenage years. he had been at war for way too long. does he even remember what it feels like to be at peace?

disbelieving eyes follow him as he walks in, whispers surround his head like a swarm but he doesn't stop to greet his friends, doesn't share stories right from the threshold. legolas just wants to reach the throne hall, as soon as possible, and see the one whom he always wanted to reach, to help, to be good enough to —

legolas?! and the gasp behind his back is too choked, too heavy in the suddenly stilled air around him, that legolas is terrified to turn around. they both are.

legolas doesn't think he can handle the way his absence affected his father.

thranduil is scared he mistook someone else for the only child that he has.

it happens fast and legolas didn't have to make a decision himself as thranduil walks up to him, grabs his elbow, turns him around and legolas can't even process everything as frantic apologies start spilling from his lips. that's the most heartbroken legolas has seen his father in his not-so-long-for-elvish-standards life. but thranduil does not answer. he stares, his usually cold bluish-grey eyes jumping over legolas' face as if trying to force the brain to believe, convince those grieving soul and mind that legolas is actually here and seemingly undamaged. legolas is alive, breathing and talking and grasping his shoulders as this simple thought pulls the ground from under his feet.

you're alive... thranduil sobs out as hysteria violenty rocks through his body. alive... he tugs legolas down at the fall, pulls him into a hug so tight legolas coughs but doesn't try to get away from it. he needs it probably just as much as thranduil does.

we won, ada, he whispers into his father's usually strong and steady shoulder that was shaking now, we are free...

thranduil barely hears him, holding his son's head close, nuzzling his hair that were braided just the way he did legolas' hair before the trip to imladris.

i am so sorry, ada.

legolas feel the sudden need to pull back, wants to look at his father for a moment, but thranduil refuses, taking in the warmth of his son's body. so real, so alive.

i am so happy you're home, my little one. thank you for coming back.

they don't know how long they sit there, on the floor in the throne hall where thranduil caught legolas after coming back form his annual check up over injured and scared elves, but the dust is dancing in the air, the birds are singing familiarly somewhere up high in the canopies and it's quiet. calm. legolas is finally back. he's home.

and the father's arms will refuse to let him go for quite awhile.

[lavender-bundle-blithe]

Yes hello, I'm back to talk more about this again-

But it's some minor things with major lore(?) dumps. (I'm rambling again, aren't I)

Basically I kept on staring at the drawing, grumbling about the outline of the eyes being too light to differentiate with the hair, and said: "Screw it, I'm changing it" and did more than just change the color of the outline of the eye.

IT'S MINOR CHANGES, DON'T WORRY. AND—OH LOOK AT THAT, IT CAME WITH A LIST AND SOME LORE, LOOKIE-

(As mentioned before,) A slight change in the eye-outline color, changed the braid to have a hair cuff, pulled the wrap-around cloth to be longer (with a small accessory) and a pocket watch. It's a game of spot the difference, really.

Now, you might wondering, why did I add all these things?

(a-hem) Mori+Elise: Gold pocket watch and chain (reference??? kinda maybe-) Chuuya: Hair cuff (braid) Kouyou: Striped wrap-around "belt" Akutagawa: Vest suit Higuchi: White Tie Hirotsu: Gloves Gin: Slacks Tachihara: Silver dress shirt Q: Clip (on belt) Kajii: Shoes [Kyouka (whether or not I decide that she follows him back into the mafia): A brooch in a similar shape of her flower pins] — Whether or not they go out of their way and get these for him or just hint at it and he buys it later "at [name]'s recommendation", that's up for debate. (Angst idea: the day after the bounty drops, bright and early at 5 AM, Atsushi folds the clothes the agency gave him neatly next to his futon with the phone on top, once again wearing clothes he never thought he would wear again, and just... leaves.)

[Rambling time buckle in-] In my head, I think him doing on-field work is rare, even with his powerful ability (unless he's deliberately told to help Akutagawa with a mission which he does with a bit of salt and pain [cos- hah- he has to deal with Byakko without All Men Are Equal now]) and when the ADA are involved (which he actively avoids it like the plague, whether he's asked to go on-field or even plan the operation). He would plan and oversee operations/raids instead, take care of incoming supplies and make sure everything's there (there's a fancier word for it but right now I don't have the brain power) and the more illegal stuff that aren't usual missions. The boring stuff, basically! (cough, which is why he looks tired, cough). Anything that isn't fighting/being outside (mood). — Other than that, I think that while he sticks close to Chuuya, Hirotsu will begin caring for the boy and taking him under his wing (maybe?). A veteran of the Port Mafia who knows much when it comes to their statistics, things that Atsushi needs to learn and operate. That, and possibly a promise... Whether or not Atsushi would lay down his loyalty and dedication to the Mafia, I think they would decline at first and let him choose on his own (and not be forced right into joining the organization right off the bat). Basically 15!Dazai, where he's not an official member of the PM but is there.

( . . . ) Alright fine, I'mma make a fic. I'll struggle definitely but if I can make whatever the heck I did in this post, I think I can do it... maybe...

hhh- anyways-

[rshoumon]

Akutagawa x gn! ada! reader

TW: description of blood, violence but nothing explicit

a/n: i LOVE the trope of potential lovers starting on opposite sides yet slowly growing accustomed to one another. i may make this a series?? or just keep it a one-shot lol.

The lingering feeling of bloodlust lay thick in the air, though from where you stood, you were incapable of pointing out its origin.

The scenery around you was obscured by shadows, the view sending chills down your spine, shaking you to your very core. As a new member of the Armed Detective Agency, you should have expected to be thrown into situations such as this, however it was only now, with the impending feeling of doom hovering over you, that you understood how much you overestimated your abilities.

Your first mission was to search an abandoned warehouse for leads that would help lead to the capture of illegal trades between small-scale gangs. The warehouse was supposed to be empty by the time you’d gotten there, however there was something in the air that begged to say otherwise.

You continued your survey of the area, silently noting the broken crates around you. There was undoubtedly some sort of conflict that broke out between the individuals that made the deal. There wasn’t a body to see in sight, but patches of blood decorated the floor in an ungracious work of abstract art.

The stench in the warehouse was enough to urge your insides to churn. You did what you could to hold yourself together and not make a break for it while you still had the chance. You refused to walk out on your first solo mission. It wouldn’t leave a good taste in your mouth no matter the case.

You continued forward, searching for any form of identification of these dealers that you could bring back to the agency. Anything.

It was as you approached the back entrance of the warehouse that you finally realized the true danger you’d walked into.

From around the final crate which so happened to be intact, you caught sight of a face that Kunikida, Atsushi, and the remainder of the Armed Detective Agency warned you against encountering under any circumstances.

Raven black locks that faded into a dreary white framed the pale features of a young man who stared at the pile of bodies that were laid out before him. All of them were dead.

You clamped a hand over your mouth to try and silence the whimper that threatened to make itself known, however the action only seemed to notify the man of your presence.

“Who’s there?” He called out, his voice raspy before being followed by a harsh cough. “If you do not show yourself, I ensure you I’ll find you myself. Whether it be alive or dead … is your choice.”

You couldn’t help the impulsive gulp of air you’d taken, the beating of your heart now painfully obvious in its efforts to leap out of your chest. Deciding that you’d rather not get skewered the moment you were found, you made your way out from your hiding spot with your hands raised over your head.

“I’m not here to fight.“ You whispered, any attempt to keep your voice stern now lost in the wind.

He raised a thin brow at your statement, carefully observing your person to ensure that you came unarmed. You could feel the way his eyes ran over you, like a predator gazing at its prey, the act alone froze you from taking any other steps.

“I was here to investigate the dealings made between the two gangs that were scheduled to meet here.“

A scoff was all that you were met with.

“Well as you can see, you’re too late.” Akutagawa motioned his head towards the pile of dead bodies a few yards away from you. “I’d rid the streets of Yokohama of yet another pack of rats. What reason do I have of not adding you to the list?”

His words were sharp, rolling off the tongue with ease yet not without a sense of malice.

“I — I’m not here to fight, like I said.” You began, barely capable of keeping yourself standing as your legs shook with fear. The sight seemed to only further anger the man before you. “I’m here under the orders of the Agency, nothing more.”

“The Agency? What a joke. Getting rid of you would benefit the Port Mafia from yet another pest from snooping into our business. Are you certain you want those to be your last words?”

A red beam of light formed from behind Akutagawa’s figure, outlining a black beast-like creature that lay behind him. It’s voice was nothing more than a low growl, yet it sounded like nothing that was of this world. A demon.

As you prepared to make a break for it, you caught the sight of a sniper from the corner of your eye from the rooftop, with their gun pointed straight towards Akutagawa.

Despite the fact that the black-clad male tried to kill you moments before … you remembered a conversation between Atsushi and yourself moments after you were warned of the danger Akutagawa posed to the agency.

“I know we told you about Akutagawa earlier … and I won’t retract my statement in the slightest.” Atsushi stood strong concerning his stance on the horrible acts Akutagawa committed in the past, yet there was something in his eye that shone with something … you couldn’t quite put into words.

“However, I’m not going to say he’s some irredeemable guy either. He helped me safe Yokohama from the Guild, albeit unwillingly. I think there’s potential in him. To … become something more.”

You haven’t been able to get his words out of your head since you’d first laid eyes upon the man, however you were able to come to one conclusion and the underlying meaning of Atsushi’s words.

Though you weren’t capable of dealing any damage to him, Atsushi didn’t wish for his rival to meet his end.

That sentiment must have been why you activated your ability when you did, a sense of determination washing over you all at once.

“You Reap What You Sow!” You cried out.

Particles of light formed around the bullet shot towards Akutagawa, stopping it in its tracks completely before being flung back towards the sniper who made the initial shot. You’d reflected the bullet at an angle where it wouldn’t hit them in any vital spot, however it was enough to incapacitate their ability to shoot.

Of course, despite your act being in defense of the mafioso, he seemed none too happy with the display.

“I didn’t need your help.” He hissed.

With the blood rushing through you from the most recent events and your assumed success, you couldn’t find it in yourself to lie over and take his ungrateful behavior. You’d just saved him after all.

“I never needed your permission.” You snapped back haughtily, your gaze returning to meet his in a silent clash of wits.

Both of you continued your silent stare down until Akutagawa clicked his tongue. The sound of a gunshot rang through the air, however unlike before, this bullet was aimed towards you.

In a manner mirroring the events before, Rashoumon had extended out in front of you, stopping the bullet in its tracks before falling aimlessly onto the floor. You were able to catch a glimpse of the sniper positioned back on the rooftop, though his posture seemed much sloppier than before.

“You should have killed him.” Akutagawa stated simply, before carefully making his way towards the sniper’s position, not sparing a single glance in your direction.

“You should leave, before this little grace period finally comes to an end.”

Your first encounter with the mafioso was unprecedented … however at the very least, you could understand Atsushi’s sentiment towards the man, even if only just a little.

a/n: one small note concerning y/n’s ability, “You Reap What You Sow” is purely defensive, reflecting any attack back towards the one who initiated the attack in the first place.

[shelbydelrey]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @emotionalcadaver This story here is for @runnning-outof-time 3K Celebration but i have no idea when it's going to be ready 😅 So here's a sneak peek 😁

warnings: nightmare, ptsd, WW2 and distress in general. It's not edited either.

1946 He walked through the abandoned trenches and listened to the ashy gray floor sizzle under his boots in the absence of other sounds. No bird flew around cooing or cackling. Not even vultures. But why would they? There were no trees for them to land on and no bodies to feast. Only a desolate field that extended for kilometers, creating the impression that none of his steps mattered because there wasn't a beggining let alone an end. "You're never going to leave here," She said and he didn't have to turn his head to see that his little sister started to walk beside him. "Go home, Ruby," He replied, clutching the gun that was buckled on his shoulder. "I don't have a home silly." Oh yeah, that's right. Their father had exploded the house they grew in to the ground. He had always found that mesmerizing. In one minute there was Arrow House and the other there was no more. "And neither do you," Ruby added. He finally turned in her direction, wanting to scream at her provocation but the words died on his tongue. Instead of irises and pupils, her eyes were now two black orbs and out of them oozed a thick charcoal liquid that descended down her face and dripped to the floor. "Stay here with me, Charlie," She pleaded and the same unnatural blood spilled out of her mouth, "I'm so lonely."

Without startlement, Charlie opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, feeling the rage of his heartbeat spread throughout his body. Should he classify that as a nightmare or one of his sister's visits? Sometimes they blended into one another, carrying the same eerie atmosphere. Not that it mattered if they were apart at the end of the day. He was still left as a complete mess incapable of having good dreams. He writhed in bed, knowing too well that it was to no avail, and sighed defeated. Standing up he took the care to open the door softly as to not summon its creaks and went down the stairs adamant in assaulting the kitchen's cabinets after some alcohol. But he stopped on his tracks remembering what Aunt Ada had said: "No spirits in the house!" His shoulders slumbered and he sighed once more, thirsty for a drink that would dry his mouth and burn his throat. A relief, that was all that be wanted. A relief from the terrible night that he was having. Turning around he contemplated going back to bed, but staring at the wall sounded as agonizing as using a rifle in the battlefield. An idea popped to rescue him from his musings and he tip toed his way out to the attic. Aunt Ada had been complaining all week that the place needed be organized and now it was the perfect time to keep his hands busy. He coughed once the stale air invaded his lungs and watched through squinted lids the shadow of boxes and piles of books scattered throughout the place. A streak of moonlight, coming from the ceiling window, helped him walk around without bumping into anything and revealed particles of dust dancing in the air. Charlie reached for the lightbulb and pulled it's little chord. Before the yellow gleam lit up the room he went to a corner choosen at random and began to scavange the mess. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" For his own shame he hesitated and the last image of the nightmare came rushing back in. Ruby smiling and flashing her teeth smudged with dark blood. "Go away, Ruby." He pleaded once he recomposed. The following silence could trick a fool into thinking that she met his desire, but he was too long into that game to fall for it. She would haunt him until she grew bored of it. "Charlie?" Ruby cooed. Her voice had an edge to it, as if layered by another sound similar to a razor blade scraping a crow's vocal cords. "Charlie?" She repeated, reaching a hand to his shoulder. He immediately jerked away and screamed a "Leave me the fuck alone, Ruby!", but his heart stopped when he saw that the girl who occupied the space in front of him wasn't his dead sister, but his very alive and frightened cousin Beth.

[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

New World CH. 22

Title: Falling to Pieces

Words: 2756

Warnings: Slight language, canon-typical violence, character death(s)

A/N: It’s been forever! I’m finally going through the drafts for this story and I’ve managed to recover some of it. Hopefully soon it’ll be completely done, but I can’t promise anything.

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YN

The sickness started subtly. At first it was just a scratchy throat and a stuffy nose, normal symptoms of your allergies. Then the cough and fever came. Sam found you suffering in your cell and immediately freaked out. 

“YN!” He cried, rushing forward. 

“S-Sammy,” you croaked. “Stay a-away.” 

Sam didn’t listen to you, picking you up gently. You could barely move your body and were secretly thankful that he was holding you.

“You have to get to A-Block. You’ll be able to get help there.” 

Carefully, Sam walked down the stairs, you curled into his chest. That’s when Dean saw the two of you. He started to run towards you, but Rick stopped him. 

“You have to stay away, Dean,” Rick said. “Sam and Dr. S. will be able to help her.”

Dean struggled against Rick’s hold and you picked your head up to wearily look at your big brother.

“I’ll be fine, Dean. You just watch the girls. Make sure they’re okay,” you said softly. A string of coughs wracked your body and Sam held you tighter.

“I’ll take her to A-Block. Dr. S. wanted me to help out anyways so Hershel doesn’t have to expose himself.”

“Take care of her, Sammy,” Dean said.

“I will.”

“See ya later, Dean,” you said before tucking your head back into Sam’s shoulder.

“See you, sweetheart.” Dean watched worriedly as Sam carried you towards A-Block and when you were out of sight, he turned to Rick.

“Have you figured out who killed Karen and David yet?” Dean asked Rick. 

“No,” Rick said with a shake of his head.

“I know Sam’s in there with her, but you need to keep an eye on everyone. Just in case whoever killed them tries again. I want them nowhere near [y/n].”

“I will. Are you going on the run?”

“I am.”

---

Everything hurt. Your head was pounding, body trembling, throat sore. You couldn’t move your body without immense effort so trying to help Dr. S and your brother was out of the question. All you could do was huddle underneath a blanket and try to keep warm. You were floating in and out of consciousness, not sure what was real and what was fiction. 

Sam had come in and told you that both Glenn and Sasha were sick too. He was carrying a cup of steaming liquid and made you drink it. It was bitter and gross, but you knew better than to argue.

“Dean. Is Dean okay?” You asked after clearing your throat.

“He’s fine. He came by before they left on the run. Told me to tell you that he’ll be back before you knew it and that you’re going to be okay,” Sam said. 

“Good.” You started coughing, angling your body away from Sam. When you were done, you looked up at your little brother. 

“I need you to promise me something,” you said. 

“YN, no.” Sam shook his head. You coughed again. “We’re not going there. You’re going to be fine.”

“Sammy, this isn’t up for debate. If-If I die, don’t you dare let me turn,” you said. 

“YN—“

“Sam!” 

Sam looked at you with wide eyes and you leaned back into your pillows. 

“I mean it, Sammy. I don’t want to become one of those-those things.” Another coughing fit hit you and when you pulled back from your pillow, you saw blood. 

Sam stared at the blood and you flipped the pillow over before falling back into it with a groan. 

“And give me a hunter’s funeral. Do it in the woods far away from the prison and make it big. A-Attract walkers and let me kill some even when I’m gone. And made sure Ada stays safe. Tell her that I love her so much and she’s gonna grow up and kick this worlds ass.” 

Sam let a small laugh escape before it turned into a sob. 

“You’re not gonna die. Not on my watch.” Sam leaned over you and kissed your forehead before walking out of your cell. Eyes slipping closed, you were asleep in seconds.

---

Dean

Walking into the room with all the meds, Dean quickly made his way over to the cabinets. He threw them open and looked at Bob.

“Which ones do we take?” He asked.

“Anything ending with cillin or cin. C-I-N. Grab those.”

Dean didn’t need any more information and started rifling through the meds. Once he cleared out his zone, he turned to Michonne. She gave him a reassuring look. 

“She’ll be fine, Dean. They all will,” Michonne said. 

“I hope you’re right.” 

When Daryl and Tyreese came back from getting the stuff on their list, the five of them started to make their way back outside. Running into some walkers with the same trails of blood on their face made things difficult and they had to jump out of a window to escape them. That’s when they found out Bob just had a bottle of booze in his bag. 

“You ain’t got no meds? Just this?” Daryl held up the bottle and Bob started breathing hard. “You should’a kept walkin’ that day.” 

“We’re out here, getting medicine for sick people and the only thing you can think of is yourself?” Dean said, seething. He took a few steps toward Bob and poked him in the chest with his finger. “My sister could be dead because of you. You better hope that she isn’t or you’re gonna be the one paying the price.”

Michonne pulled him back gently and Dean let her, clenching and unclenching his fists to help him with his anger. Daryl went to throw the bottle and when Bob put his hand on his gun, Daryl stalked closer until their foreheads were touching. He pulled Bob’s gun out of the holster and grabbed the front of his vest when Tyreese tried to interject. 

“Just let it go, Daryl,” Ty said. 

“I didn’t want to hurt nobody,” Bob said, voice shaky. 

“Take one sip. When we get these meds inta our people, I will beat your ass inta the ground,” Daryl growled, shoving the bottle into Bob’s chest. 

He walked away and picked up his crossbow. Bob looked at them walking away and when he met Dean’s eyes, he quickly looked away, not able to handle the death glare he was getting.

---

The ride back to the prison was silent. Dean and Daryl were still pissed about what Bob did and if either of them opened their mouths, a fight would start. So everyone stayed silent. 

When the prison fences came into view, it was dark. Carl opened up the gates and when Michonne pulled up, Dean didn’t even wait for the van to stop moving before jumping out and running towards A-Block, Tyreese right behind him. When he got there, you were lying on your bed, fast asleep. 

“Dean, what are you doing here?” Sam said. He had turned around to go help some of the others when he saw Dean standing there. 

“How’s she doing?” Dean asked, ignoring Sam.

“Better. You get the meds?”

“We did. They should be bringing them in here now.” Dean looked at Sam and frowned. “What the hell happened to you? You got blood all over you.”

“Some people died and managed to get out of their cells after they turned,” Sam said. 

---

Sam

After Sam had that talk with you, he walked over to Hershel where he was holding an I.V. for an unconscious Sasha.

“She’s coughing up blood,” Sam whispered. 

“Are any of the other symptoms worsening?” Hershel asked. 

“I don’t think so.”

“Alright. I’ll get an I.V. set up for her. Caleb made a few.” Hershel looked around. “I don’t think he’s got much time left.” 

“I can get it,” Sam said. 

“No, I got it. You stay here and hold this up. Sasha’s just dehydrated and should wake up in a minute.”

“Alright.” Sam took the bag from Hershel and sat down on the bed.

Hershel walked over to you and quickly set up an I.V. in your arm before hanging it up. He checked your pulse and gave you a quick look over before walking out of your cell, closing the door behind him.

“Hershel!” Lizzie yelled. His head snapped up to where Lizzie was standing and then was distracted by a walker coming at him. It tackled him to the ground, Hershel barely keeping its snapping jaws away from him. 

A man came out of a cell, gun in hand. He was trying to aim and while he was concentrating, a walker came up behind him, making him misfire the gun and shoot a woman in the stomach. That got Sam’s attention and he rushed out of Sasha’s cell, his own weapons out. 

“What the hell?” Sam said, skidding to a stop. Quickly, he stabbed the two walkers and the man who had been bitten and died. Then his head turned to where he saw Lizzie pinned to the ground, a walker on top of her. 

“Lizzie!” 

The two men came running to where she was and Hershel threw the walker over the rail.

“Are you okay?” Hershel asked her.

“I called him nice. He didn’t hurt Glenn so I thought that maybe he listens,” she whimpered.

“Where is Glenn?”

“His cell.” 

Sam ran over to Glenn while Hershel took Lizzie over to a cell. Looking at the little boy already in there, he closed the door. 

“You two stay put. Do not come out,” he said. Hershel ran over to Glenn as fast as he could and saw Sam checking his pulse. 

“Hang in there, Glenn,” Sam said. He looked at Hershel. “He seems stable for now but I don’t know for how much longer.” 

“We need the guns.” 

Hershel stood up and ran over to Dr. S’s cell to grab the guns, only to find that he had died. After he stabbed Dr. S. in the head and grabbed the guns, Hershel went to shoot the remaining walkers. He couldn’t bring himself to do it while the kids were watching so he lured them away before shooting them. After that was done, Hershel came back to where Sam and Glenn where.

Glenn was wheezing and Sam had him on his side. Blood was coming out of Glenn’s mouth and Hershel thumped his back, trying to help him get all the fluid out. 

“We need the respirator,” Hershel said. 

“Where is it?”

“On Henry.” The two men exchanged a look and Sam got up. 

“You stay here with Glenn and I’ll got get the respirator.” Sam gave no room for Hershel to argue and Sam was running to where Hershel threw him over the railing. 

Taking a breath, Sam jumped the railing and began wrestling with the walker, trying to get the respirator off of its face. A gunshot sounded bellow him, but Sam paid no mind. All of his attention was on the walker. 

“Sam!” Maggie yelled. She raised her gun and was about to shoot when Hershel called out.

“No! You could shoot the bag and we need it for Glenn!” Hershel said. 

Maggie ignored him and shot anyways, hitting the walker straight in the head. Sam sat up and ripped the respirator off of Henry’s face and threw it to Hershel. Hershel took it to Glenn and Maggie was quick to go up the stairs. She almost stopped to ask Sam how you were doing, but Sam pushed her to her husband, following close behind. 

“Sam, we got this, you check on everyone else,” Hershel said. Sam nodded and quickly made his way to check on everyone, making you his last stop. He let out a sob of relief when he saw that you were okay and still alive. 

---

Dean and Sam

“So YN’s okay and so are Glenn and Sasha,” Dean said to Sam. 

“Yeah. They’re all pretty bad, but it looks like they’ll all be okay. Glenn seemed to have been hit the worst,” Sam said, brushing some of your hair away from your face. “Now that they’ve all gotten medicine, they should be good to go in a couple days.” 

“Good.”

“Dean, YN thought she was gonna die,” Sam said after a moment. “Told me what she wanted me to do when it happened and everything. I told her that she wasn’t going to die. But she came close, I know she did.”

“She’s a tough son of a bitch, Sammy. She ain’t dying. Not like this.” 

---

[Y/n]

The next day came around and you felt immensely better. Not enough to go immediately go back to what you were doing, but enough to walk around a bit. Both of your brothers had left a few minutes ago, you having been fed up with their constant hovering. But of course, nothing was going right. 

You had just gotten back to your cell when a boom shook the building. Walking as fast as you could, you got outside just in time to see the Governor cut into Hershel’s neck with Michonne’s sword. Stumbling backwards, you fell against the wall behind you in shock. The gunfire started soon after and you started walking forward. 

“Dean, Sammy!” You called. 

“YN!” Your brothers came running up to you and you collapsed in Sam’s arms. Dean was holding Charlotte. 

“H-Hershel,” you said. Tears were in your eyes and you sniffed as Sam held you tighter. “Where’s Adeline and Sophia? We need to find them!”

“We’ll find them, don’t worry,” Dean said. “But we have to get to the Impala.”

“Alright.” 

“I’m gonna get Baby started up and we’ll follow the bus as planned,” Dean said. “Can you hold Lottie while I do that?”

You nodded and took your daughter from Dean.

“I’ll get the stuff from the shed. Meet you back here in five.” Sam kissed your head and ran off. 

“I’m gonna get my pack from my cell. I’ll be right back,” you said, giving Dean no time to argue. 

“YN!” He called after you. Cursing, he ran to the Impala and found it riddled with bullet holes. When he tried to start it, the engine didn’t make a sound.

“Fuck!” He yelled. Opening the trunk, Dean grabbed what he could, stuffing it in a duffle before grabbing his gun and shooting at the people who attacked his home. 

“Dean!” Sam yelled, running up with a bag of his own. 

“Car’s been shot! Can’t drive it.” The two of them ducked down when the tank fired again and Sam looked at Dean. 

“Where’s YN?” Sam asked. 

“She went to get her bag.” 

“What the hell Dean! She can barely walk right now!” 

“You think I don’t know that? I wouldn’t have been able to stop her and you know it! Now let’s grab her and get the hell out of here!” They got up and started running towards C-Block when the doorway exploded.

---

You were running as fast as you could to get to your cell. Skidding to a stop, you set Charlotte on the bunk and grabbed what you could, stuffing it into a bag. There was hunting gear, some clothes, a few spare knives, and a box of protein bars. You put on the sling for Lottie before putting her in it and heaving your bag over your shoulders. You made your way back outside and ran into Maggie.

“Beth! Have you seen Beth?” She asked you. You shook her head and asked her about Sophia and Adeline. She hadn’t seen them and the two of you ran over to where Sasha and Bob were. 

Maggie asked Sasha if she’d seen Beth and the answer was the same as yours. Then Bob got shot. After checking for an exit wound and finding one, you guys looked up to see the bus leaving. 

“We need to get to Dean’s car!” You said. “We were supposed to follow the bus and that’s where they said they’d be.” 

The four of you made your way to the Impala, only to find it riddled with holes and your brothers nowhere to be found. You let out a whimper but managed to check the trunk. Seeing it empty, you looked back at your family. 

“They’re alive,” you said. 

“How do you know?” Bob asked. 

“The trunk’s cleaned out. They probably went looking for me.” 

“We gotta go.” 

Taking one last look at the car, you shifted the bag on your shoulders and started running after Maggie. You’d find them again.