#daisuke...why you asked that I'm crying

[jaakunxkaze]

dnangelic asked: ' um ! f-fuuma-san ... have you ever wanted to fly? err, no, what i mean is, when it comes to things like reconnaissance, or following orders and stuff... ' the boy-thief flushes. ' you're probably much better. but, if you don't have some kind of secret shinobi contraption or power that lets you fly, then --- the master was suggesting that next time, maybe, i take you up into the air while you bring a glider... what do you think? ' it sounded a little ridiculous to witness or even imagine, but at the same time, it shockingly might have worked.

✦ ─ ━ Ѕһɩɴоβɩ Now that question caught him off guard for sure! he remembered what his 'grandmother' once asked him before about replacing any of his body with machinery parts and that he'll be able to fly?? He literally asked for three days to think about it...then again it's already past three days already and he is STILL undecided on that!

❝......Did Kashin Koji-dono drag you into that? I still haven't found a solid answer as to whether to either replace any of my body with machinery or not. ❞

@dnangelic

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

daisuke isn't dumb—he just has adhd and sometimes your brain wanders off while you're doing a task that's kinda monotonous and next thing you know you've put the legs on the chair on backwards and now your mentor is crying.

"why is swansea's hand bandaged up in the 2nd pic?" asked no one. this is because in my Responsibility AU, swansea burns both hands pulling curly out of the fire when they crash. they'll heal eventually, but in the meantime daisuke steps up to do the repairs n stuff under swansea's guidance/supervision. i NEED them to have more father-son bonding moments for my mental health ok? plus daisuke gets to do more things and show what he's made of. 💪 plus plus swansea gets to be a Proud Dad. :')

curly's injuries are bad but they aren't as bad as in the original timeline because he got rescued faster. he might lose a leg but the rest of his limbs are saveable. anya teaches him sign language once he gets more movement in his hands. jimmy's loser ass is still knocked out in the cryopod. at least he's supposed to be—the crash made the cryo room inaccessible so nobody has been able to confirm, but it's probably fine. probably.

yes i'm lining up a final big conflict with jimmy in which he gets terminated permanently this time

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Crew Headcanon

Congratulations! You're now the Tulpar Crew's Unwilling Therapist

Why? How? Everyone's a mess and they need you, so stop questioning >:(

One fortunate 2 AM morning, you were raiding a snack stash. Whose was it? You're here to eat not think

And while shamelessly munching on a yogurt coated oatbar like a man lapping his last meal on death row, the door hissed opened

You straight-up started choking to death, trying to secretly Heimlich yourself, and when you finally dislodged the oatgrain having it shot out your mouth and landing 3 ft. away from the couch, you looked up...

There’s Daisuke. Full-on ugly crying. Like he’s the one who almost got scythed by death

Daisuke so damn cheery 24/7 you were half-convinced his cheeks were sewn to back of his head. But now? Yeah, no. The guy’s face is doing this wet sad puppy thing, and honestly, you kinda miss the creepy sewn-on grin

"Y/NNN~"

Shit, it's his stash! You were ready to half-ass a reason to pin this to Swansea but he grabbed your collars and sobs on you neck

"Is it normal to cry on a wrench? Y/N, Boss gave that to me, it's like my cute little puppy. Except, y’know, it gives me nosebleeds when I’m tightening nuts on the ceiling."

Alright, at this point, the oatbar's been reduced to ashes and dreams, the hell is going on?

The door hissed again, and now you were scrambling, the position Daisuke trapped you in right now can get you a free hundred-day subscription for merciless bullying

"It's not what it lo--"

"Hey Y/N, is the kid finished?"

"Wha-- you mean Dai?"

"Yeah, if he's done then you gotta hear me out now. What's the worst thing someone said behind my back?"

Ok right now, your brain's all question marks. 'Cause a sobbing grown ass man is snotting on your neck and another's asking like he's some prep girl needing to beat someone up over some petty rumor

"No-none that I've heard of..."

"What!? No one's talking about me?? That's even worse!"

Somehow, you manage to wrangle these overgrown manchildren, putting them both to bed after they’ve successfully obliterated your snack time

Daisuke, of course, is still clinging to your arm like a teddy bear, overly needing reassurance

After that? Life... it wasn’t the same

The captain received some valuable intel from a certain co-pilot then starts stopping you at the lounge when you relieved yourself at midnight

“Y/N... do you think I’m a good captain?”

It's 1 am

"Well, no one's mutinied yet, so... yeah, you're probably fine."

"Of course! The absence of rebellion is the mark of true leadership! Y/N, you're a genius! I've been looking at this all wrong!"

You watched Curly skipping - SKIPPING - to his sleeping quarters after patting you in the head

The respect you had for Anya skyrocketed, and once being alone with with the nurse you asked her

"Hey, how'd you deal with all the crap with those rascals?"

She looked at you blanked, then you were unexpectedly given a fromt row seat to Anya's hidden and horrifying side

"I CAN'T! ONE MORE "CAN I EAT EXPIRED SPACE FOODS" QUESTION FROM DAISUKE, I'M RAVAGING THAT GUN FROM THE COCKPIT AND PU--"

"Hey hey hey, Anya, calm down, love!"

"IT'S THE 17TH TIME THIS MONTH, Y/N! SEVENTEENTH!"

After what felt like an eternity of inhale-exhale simon says with the nurse (for her, but mostly for you), her breathing finally slowed down. Thank the stars for that

"How'd you do it Y/N? Every time they ask useless nonsense or dump very emotionally overwhelming things... you send them off calm! It's witchcraft, I swear."

"Honestly, I'm as clueless as you nurse. But you've got too much on your plate, lemme handle this. I've got two ears and infinite tolerance."

"Infinite tolerance? You? The same person who chased Daisuke down for 5 minutes just for a yogurt cup?"

"Hey, that was the last cup and were still 200 days away fro--alright. Just trust me Anya, I got this."

Y'all laughed about the outburst, but you're secretly terrified of her now (respectfully, of course)

One day, you were helping the grumpy mechanic and the man's acting weirdly cryptic

“Why can’t people just…? Ugh, forget it.”

Finally, after handing him a screwdriver for the third time, his grumblings axed a huge ass crack in your patience

“Alright, Swans. What’s eating you? You’re gonna blow a gasket at this rate, and I don’t mean the ship’s.”

The man got two choices, save his non-existent high pride or just release it all

“It’s nothin’. Just Jimboy's been stickin’ his nose where it doesn’t belong, Cap’s stressin’ over somethin’ again, and Daisuke-- Why can’t they just… leave me outta it?”

Ah, he chose wisely. and you weren't gonna tease him for it (not yet, he's gotta pay for stealing your dinner twice)

“Maybe it’s because they think you’re reliable.”

The gruff old man had the nerve to squint at you, you can see it through your trusty side-eye (it made your eyeballs hurt)

"Me? Reliable? Bullshit. 'M just keepin��� this old horse from fallin’ apart.”

“'xactly. You keep the ship together, so... maybe... they figured you can keep them together too.”

This gotta break the record for Swansea's longest silence ever, no snorts, no sighs, no scoffs

The mechanic processed that like you just revealed the meaning of life and sprinkled some fairy dust on his dirty blond head (at least the color's just named dirty unlike jimmy's actual dirty ass hai--)

“Hmph. That’s dumb.”

Your eyes woulda twitched if it weren't for his shoulders relaxing and a small smirk on the mans perma-wrinkled face, you were about to leave when you heard a small mumble

“...Thanks. For the help. Or… whatever the hell that was.”

Men and their pride, however you gave him a pass and grinned

“Anytime, Teddy Bear."

Most days, you could never even breathe oxygen in peace

For the first time, you eyed Polle with a jealous-fueled burning gaze. All it does was blast you with warnings, and you don't even have to do anything! Just breathe in its general direction and you've rewarded yourself with "SAFETY'S A PRIORITY!"

Meanwhile, you’re over here, literally tweaking and that damn horse was living its best, noise-polluting and noise-free life

Eventually, they started dragging you into these "group venting sessions," basically just everyone talking over each other until it’s less of a calm-headed, adult and mature discussion and more of a competition to see who can throw the best threat (Anya surprisingly won thrice)

Until you bang your trusty pot and spoon,

“ONE AT A FUCKING TIME!”

a/n: this is what my rotting, sleep deprived, caffeine overdosed brain produced, hope y'all like it :,D

[pinkshortbread]

Can you do members of the tulpar with a partner who struggles with mental health issues (like depression or something of the sort), if it makes it easier for you to only do one of the tulpar members tho that’s fine !! love your writing btw ^_^

Thank you so much for your feedback ! 😭💞

For the moment, I only write for Curly, Daisuke and Anya. I hope you all don't mind. Maybe later for Swansea, I'm uncomfortable with writing about Jimmy (even though I like how written he is, eh I don't even need to justify myself why I don't want to write for him, anyway-) 😔✌️

WARNING : MDNI ; May triggers some people ; Sensitive Subjects.

[How do the members of the Tulpar cope with their partner who struggles with mental health issues ?]

Due to personal experience, I have chosen anxio-depression. When you went on broad the Tulpar : you lied about your condition to protect yourself from losing your job. In fact, Pony Express used to be precise and kept an eye on mental health issues but now, it's not quite the case (unfortunately).

💫 Curly 💫

Curly noticed some details : you felt restless, you had trouble sleeping. That's why you went to the lounge pretty late at night to pass the time.

"Curly ? Why are you here ?" "I should return the question Love." "Trouble sleeping, but I'm okay." It ticked something inside Curly's chest, you weren't okay. Everytime he left the cockpit to go to sleep to his quarter, you were here : your eyes on the screen, in your own world, looking tired, drowned in your thoughts.

He sat next to you, placing his hand onto your thigh, rubbing sweet circles to soothe the stress feeling you were breathing out. "I'm sorry, but I know you're not..."

The next thing you did is throwing yourself into his arms. You cried, cried so much into his shoulders, confessing to him that you were struggling with your depression on broad the Tulpar, that you lied about your issues, you didn't even talk about it with Anya. You were lost, you didn't know what to do. That only built up your anxiety you already tried to control. It was unbearable for you to keep everything to yourself.

And Curly listened. He listened to everything you said : your had trouble to manage the little of energy you had, you didn't know how to feel positive, your sleeping schedule is completely broken...

He kept your crying form close and tight to him, almost afraid of losing his partner and companion. He is the only one who were able to listen and feel what you felt at the right moment, he did it perfectly.

"I lied to everyone about it, even you !" "No you didn't, you kept to yourself and you needed to let go. But I'm here and I'm not dissapointed by you. I love you"

Let's just say, not too short after that, you asked him if he could sleep with you in your quarter after your confession. He accepted.

🌺 Daisuke 🌺

Daisuke didn't notice at first, but : sometimes you where quite irritable to him, which questionned him but he couldn't put his finger on it, maybe you were nervous about the "not being on Earth situation", was he wrong ? But one day, you stormed into his room, sliding and opening his door wide.

"Daisuke..." You started crying as you fidgeted your fingers nervously. "I'm sorry, I've been awful to you..."

As he turned his head to see you crying, his door completely open. Your cries started to resonate inside the Tulpar. He rushed to you, closing his door behind you in the process and cupping your cheek. "No no no, baby what's wrong ?"

Between your cries and hiccups, you told him about your mental health, that you've been struggling even more with your stupid job and that you felt like it started to ruin your relationship, your medication started to run low due to a debut of an anxiolytic addiction. It was bad.

"Shit, baby, I didn't know about that..." Daisuke felt helpless about your issue but : "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better ? Food ? Video games ? Cuddles ? We can take the whole night if you want to talk about it, I can't leave you like that..."

"I don't want it to ruin our relationship-" Suddenly, Daisuke grabbed you by your hips, bringing you even closer to him. "Don't you dare to say that again Boo, I still love you."

💧 Anya 💧

Due to the fact that Anya is the nurse of the whole crew, you told her about your mental health way longer before your relationship started. But one day, you didn't show yourself to the psych eval. It was very unusual from you.

Anya decided to look for you around the Tulpar, questionning everybody. They didn't see you, so you must be in your quarter.

And there she saw you, sitting on your bed and staring at the floor. "Oh no Honey..." She faced you, sitting in front of you. "You weren't ready for your psych eval today ?" You nodded.

You needed some time to talk about it with her, when job and personnal issues start to bond together that's where the problems start you told yourself. Anya told you that it couldn't be an issue, but your thoughts were louder than her voice.

Anya brought her hands to your calves as she layed her head onto your lap. "It's going to be okay, I'm here. You don't have to talk about it, you are not alone." Her words sounded right, you shoulders relaxed. Your hands meets her hair, your fingers intertwined with her strands. You let out a big sigh.

"I love you..." Anya looked up at you, some tears rolled onto your cheeks. You didn't want to lose her. Her look softened. "Oh, I love you too, so so much... Don't forget that..."

For the first time, you heard her.

[emmmaa4]

I don’t know if you do male reader! But if you can please do make it that and if not do gender neutral.

Buttttt I would love a fic where Male reader just puts Jimmy (mouthwashing) in his place, just fucks the shit out of him really, give him a taste of his own medicine kind of thing, just rough sex.

I’ve love your work, and your writing is so amazing!! Take your time please if you do my ask 😭🙏

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for this proposal and for your words. I hope you and others like this fic. 💙

Male!Reader x Jimmy (mouthwashing)

⚠️ TW: NSFW, abuse, degradation..

"A taste of your own medicine"

I had entered into this 'great adventure' to feel better and to be a little more useful. I don't think I'm a bad guy, I just have a very strong sense of justice when it comes to the bad things that happen to me or, rather, to the people I like.

When one time, Anya, the Tulpar nurse had taken me alone to the infirmary, only to break down crying in front of me, almost screaming about how Jimmy had abused her, used her, as if she were just another piece of meat; something in me broke at that moment, I was furious. Even though I only tried to hug Anya and comfort her

"Please don't tell him anything! He'll kill me, I swear, he will..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell him anything, I promise Anya."

Of course that was a complete lie but honestly, I didn't want her to worry anymore. Curly was a corpse that could barely breathe, Swansea and Daisuke were just trying to do what they could to keep going; and on top of that, this idiot, in the end, ends up getting away with it like a slippery worm in the mud.

So, I just didn't think about it, I didn't want to think about it. Do I really have to think about it at this point when we're all about to die?! I don't think so. I looked for Jimmy, and I found him, he was almost hiding (so to speak), he was in the console room, this room was full of that white foam shit, Jimmy looked upset; I went in, closed the door behind me, the room was red because of the lights.

"You?! Get out of here, I'm making a plan because of your fault, because of Curl-"

He spat out his filthy words, thank god I'm a bit taller than him and fast too, I quickly punched him in the face, sending him crashing to the ground, the metal making a giant clatter. Jimmy gasped, his face scrunching up in anger, already getting up as he staggered to punch me. I grabbed him by his overalls, "Oh, don't you think you can, you little shit" - I quickly tackled him back onto the metal floor, chest face down, being crushed by my weight.

"You think you're a genius, without feeling guilty about all the things you've done?! Huh?!"

I grabbed him by his hair, lifting his head forcefully to whisper: "I'll make you taste a little of your own medicine.."

He gasped in shock, I used my hand to slam his head back into the cold ground, him gasping at the pain it caused him. I quickly tore with what I had of my strength, of my fury, his pants and pulled them down, I heard him scream beneath me but I quickly spanked him even though he had boxers on, he screamed loudly at this.

"Shhh... You like doing this to innocent people but you don't like it when it's done to you? Crying bitch..."

I started to hit his ass more, his body responded with small spasms, he also let out small gasps at my spankings. I got closer to his face, my mouth on his ear to whisper: "If you try to escape, I'll kill you."

I let go of Jimmy's hair, for a second I thought I saw tears in his psycho eyes as I got a little closer, I could only smile at the thought. I positioned myself behind him to tear the fabric of his boxers, his ass was already red; I couldn't help but bite my lower lip furiously, seeing so much pain from someone who had caused that same pain.

I started to hit him more, his ass turning a painful red, I heard Jimmy let out a scream out of nowhere causing me to quickly squeeze his ass with my big hands: "Shut up, you didn't let her scream, why I would let you then? Get your ass up."

Jimmy's hips shook but he still tried to lift them as best he could, I saw him turn his head slightly to the right to see me behind him, I saw a small dry tear come out of his eye. I would lower the zipper of my jumpsuit to take it off below my hips and take out my cock, resting it between Jimmy's two red and sore buttocks, he would jump when he felt it: "Oh, is the abuser sensitive?" I said with pure sarcasm, he dedicated himself to sticking his face to the floor. My cock began to harden, leaving pre-cum at the entrance of his ass, I would rest the tip of my member at the entrance, I decided to take just a few seconds to tell him with a furious voice: "I hope this hurts" - I slammed my penis inside his ass completely, without gentleness, without love, only fury and revenge.

Jimmy's little screams would sound all over the room, with the red consoles and that foam around. I would hear him gasp, I don't know if it was from pain or pleasure, I didn't care; I would pull out and bury my cock against his ass while I grabbed his red buttocks to hold him even if it hurt, I would hit him from time to time, just to take out the anger I have of him ON HIM.

"Stop! Stop please!"

"Oh no... we're going to be like this until you can't move anymore."

I grabbed his hair back so I could ram him deeper, my hair disheveled from moving so much, in a harsh way I grabbed his hips and rammed one last time, my balls would pucker as I would cum inside him, even being inside, still grabbing his hair I would guide his head so he would turn to look at me, he had saliva coming out of his mouth, along with dry and new tears coming out of his tear ducts; I got closer to his ear and whispered:

"Take responsibility Jimmy."

I threw his head against the ground, leaving him lying there, as I stood up to put on my overalls without a care in the world, I walked to the metal door, before leaving I gave him one last look; lying there, panting, having small spasms, and the worst? He had cum, his semen shot in his abdomen.

[l1v1ngd3dgrrl]

Nerd Ropes [Daisuke x Reader]

Request for this anon! This one is more on the fluffy side, the only nsfw thing being the weed. Also anon if you wanted nsfw i'm so sorry!!

wordcount: 1,138

cw: overconsumption of edibles and greening out, slightly inaccurate portrayal of weed (author's own experience was NOT fun), written as platonic but can be romantic if you really wanted to. gender isn't mentioned. Daisuke might be a wee bit ooc?

MDNI banner: cafekitsune

It was a habit of yours to sneak your special gummies with you during hauls. Being stuck in space in a raggedy spaceship in a room that offered little to no comfort? Yeah, you felt like you needed a little something to take the edge off.

Management was hell bent on ensuring that no one brought too many personal items on board, there were very few things they allowed out of the 'kindness' of their hearts. A small amount of snacks were one of them. Luckily for you they didn't pry too much about the slight difference in the packaging of your nerd ropes, simply brushing it off and ushering you to move on.

Most hauls you had the room to yourself, so at night when it was lights out you would eat your sweet treat and have a really good nights sleep (after getting a bag of chips or two from the vending machine to cure the munchies that followed of course.)

This haul was different, You were sharing a room with the new intern. Daisuke wasn't that much older than you, older by a couple months if that. Why he couldn't bunk with his mentor you had no idea. No worries, you didn't let this change your routine. If Daisuke asked you about it (which he did eventually) you would just lie and say it was your last piece and you couldn't share.

This backfired horribly. How you ask? Well, two things.

Daisuke had a HUGE sweet tooth.

In an attempt to curb his cravings he had rummaged through your bag to find your stash.

He was currently curled up in a ball on the floor staring blankly ahead, eyes wide. Around him sat two empty wrappers of some of your candy that you insisted you didn't have more of.

Panic set in instantly and you rushed to his side swearing under you breath. "Oh shit- Dude are you okay? can you hear me?" Daisuke gave a weak nod from his spot on the floor. You sighed with relief, thankful you wouldn't have to get Anya, or worse Curly, Involved.

"What the hell happened?" you questioned, picking up the wrappers and helping him sit upright. He turned to look at you, the whites of his eyes already starting to turn a reddish color. "Everything," He pauses and turns one of his hands over. Examining it as if it was magic or something. "Everything looks so.. warped." he mumbled out, mild anxiety laced in his words.

You rubbed circles on his back and sighed. You wanted to be mad at him for snooping and eating your candy, You really did but in his current state it wouldn't do him any good.

"Yeah man, that's what happens when you take edibles." Upon hearing the word 'edible' it sets him off. The anxiety he was feeling boiling over into panic.

"Edible as in weed? I ate weed?!" his breathing picks up as he curls into himself again. Rattling on incoherently about how he feels like he's going at warp speed, and wondering if it's possible to overdose on THC.

You take a peek at the wrappers to get an idea of just how much he ate. Doing some quick math in your head you realize that he ate about 30 milligrams. Way too much for a first timer, assuming that this was Daisuke's first time. You hear him sniffle beside you and realize that he's crying. shit shit shit.

"Woah hey hey, you're ok!" you say quickly, gently petting his hair. Stray tears are sliding down his cheeks. "I don't like this." he mumbles in a shaky voice. You're the one panicking now, you've never dealt with a situation like this. At least on your own.

Biting the inside of your cheek you do a quick scope of your shared space, desperate to find anything to calm him down. You spot an unopened water bottle and get up to grab it, handing it to Daisuke.

"Sip on this, I'll go grab you something from the vending machine okay?"

He nods silently and takes sips from the water like you instructed.

Quietly you rush to the vending machine, punching in combinations rapidly to get some small bags of chips and crackers, and some extra bottles of water to be on the safe side.

When you return to the room you see that he's doing better. "I just realized something." he says giggling to himself. You walk over and sit down beside him, placing your haul on the floor in front of you. "Oh yeah? what's that?"

He gestures over to one of the company posters on the wall that had the mascot on it. "His name is Polle because he's a pony." He smiles, proud of his observation.

You purse your lips and nod. "That-You know what yeah, that does make sense." You hand one of the bags of chips to him. "I didn't know what you wanted to I just grabbed random flavors."

He takes the chips eagerly and thanks you. He takes a handful and shoves it in his mouth as if he hasn't eaten in weeks. In between mouthfuls he continues talking about random things, some of which don't make sense at all but you just nod silently.

After finishing the bag he and crumples it up, tossing it into the trash can in the corner of the room. "So like," he begins. "You never get funny after you eat these." he says pulling another one of your candies from his pocket. "It's because I've built a tolerance to them," you say and take the candy from him. "if you eat too much it can make you feel like you're dying."

"Yeah-sorry about that by the way." He pulls 3 more candies from his pocket and places them in your palm. "Dude, how many of mine did you steal?!" you ask, utterly dumbfounded. He snickers and throws his hands up in mock defense. "Only those, I promise!"

You snort at his actions and tuck the candies in your own pocket. "You're not gonna touch 'em again after this, huh?" He shrugs. "I don't hate it now honestly," he leans back against the bed. "If i wanna do this again I'll ask you first."

"Maybe, or I can help you steal the code scanner so you can get some sweetener packets." You suggest. While he was calmer now you really didn't want to go through this whole ordeal again.

"Can't we do both?" he says, offering you a pack of crackers. "I'm sure it'll be fun if we both do it."

You take the crackers with a suppressed grin. Getting high with him could be fun, and besides getting caught stealing snacks late at night was could the real harm be?

"..I'll think about it."

[bludermaus]

I'm not as angry as some folks for Swansea not killing Jimmy early

Okay so hear me out:

We know that Anya told Swansea about the things that Jonah has done (the game doesn't specify, but let's presume it was everything) and, in turn, Swansea becomes more rude and antagonistic towards James, as well as being even more protective of the Utility Room.

We don't fully know the contents of the conversation between them. Jimbo interrupted both of them, they could've continued talking about it afterwards or maybe they were at the tail end of it. The matter is, they talked about the remaining cryo pod and - from my interpretation - collectively decided to give Daisuke the cryo pod if a time for it came. Anya crying could be either because she was opening up to Swansea about Jimminy's crimes, the fact that she was going to stay behind with Swansea for Daisuke's sake, or a combination of both.

So... who knows if Anya even asked Swansea to do something about Jerry. For all we know they decided she'd just lock herself in the med room every night away from Jonathan while Swansea kept guard of the Utility Room. Maybe she asked Swansea to do something and he - like Curly - failed her. Or maybe she even told him not do anything hasty... which sincerely I feel was the case.

Hear me out hear me out! I think there are two reasons why Anya would ask Swansea to just keep it between them for now and not do anything harsh/violent against Jeremiah:

1) People don't just think about murder as their first response, it's *hard* to decide to kill someone, even if they are deserving considering the circunstances and how they reject any and all accountability;

2) As a nurse, I think Anya is well aware of what could happen by killing Jambalaya. There are mental effects that could happen, morale would go down from the loss of human life, killing someone is not an easy thing to do and their minds have already been stretched thin from the whole crash situation. And also, imagine they killed Jamboree... what now? They can't just dispose of the body. What happens after some time when the body decomposes? What happens when the putrid air takes over the ship? What mental and physical consequences would that bring to the rest of the crew inside such a closed space with that smell? What if it's very hot inside and now you're stuck with that smell?

I just think that they decided it was better to just cope with Jizzy for the moment - handle him very carefully - because the moment they decided to kill him it'd signal the beginning of the end, their already stretched-thin mental states wouldn't hold much longer. I *GUESS* they could've killed him, put Daisuke in the cryo pod, mercy killed Curly, then Anya could've OD'ed on the pills and Swansea could have drunk so much Mouthwashing that he expired... but like, who goes for that as their first option?

Anyways this was long enough! I could be super wrong, this is just my interpretation of things, what matters is that we all hate Jimmy, fuck him. Also do not defend Curly, I feel bad for all the ordeal that he had to deal with post-crash but man you really fumbled the bag when taking responsibility was most necessary. Even if he hadn't done anything immediately, at least tell Anya that she had his full support and that Jinny would pay for his actions and that he needed some time to think of what exactly to do but that he WOULD actually do something, not just push away to the back of his mind

[worlds-least-responsible]

I HOPE THIS HURTS.

[Polle says, "Sorry!"] ... Don't ask how I got here. Curly convinced me that it'd be fun and I need better entertainment than just staring at the walls. You can call me Jimmy. I'm the co-pilot of the Tulpar. Our crew consists of him as captain, me, Swansea as our mechanic, Anya as our nurse and Daisuke as Swansea's intern, I guess. Who's idea was it to bring five in a ship of four? Don't talk to me about sardines. Or horses, for that matter. Some of you need to learn how to take a fucking joke.

//ooc info

TW FOR BLOOD, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE/VIOLENT TENDENCIES, REFERENCES TO CANNIBALISM, DEREALIZATION, SUGGESTIVENESS, ARACNOPHOBIA/BUGS/INSECTS, MENTIONS/REFERENCES TO SEXUAL ASSAULT, MENTIONS/REFERENCES TO SELF HARM AND/OR SUICIDE, MILD HORROR. Pre-crash Jimmy blog. Maybe not for much longer. Made to pair with @ponyextulparlog. ;; except i'm way more active here i'm sorry . main is @hellishkittycat, if you follow me here i might starting following you back from there. uhh. all things i've listed as rules for the Curly blog are valid here too but stricter. you can be mean to him, sure, go ahead. but do NOT get me involved in it. i am merely here to have fun, i DON'T condone this man's actions and i hate him as much as you do. THIS IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND WHILE HIS CRIMES ARE REAL HE IS NOT. HE ISN'T REAL!! NONE OF THESE PPL ARE!! >DO NOT MAKE SA/RAPE JOKES. you aren't funny. you all know how Jimmy is in canon, aka a rude asshole who only cares for people when they benefit him. literal parasite. he is USUALLY NOT going to be kind, or even remotely nice. neutral at best. please don't be startled if he's mean to you!! that's just how he is and any/all threats are in character entirely. (see tolerance points for info.) JIMMY EMOTIONAL STATUS GUIDE: Green dialogue is just his usual sarcastic self. Blue dialogue is in mention of Anya, or things relating to Anya. Orange dialogue is in mention of Swansea, or things relating to Swansea. Pink dialogue is in mention of Daisuke, or things relating to Daisuke. Non colored dialogue is in mention of Curly, or things relating to Curly. Purple is related to tolerance or defensiveness. Red is related to aggression or a strong, compulsive emotional reaction to something. DO INTERACT!: fellow mw rp accs, whether it be canon, ocs, aus, you're all cool here. hell, even accounts from other fandoms too as long as you know where you are. the jimmy enthusiasts™, are also allowed here (as long as you don't condone what he did, ew). cry about it. DO NOT INTERACT: anyone under 16, anything that usually falls under dni criterias. i check everyone that interacts here, and if i find out you fall under any questionable labels you'll get blocked. nsfw accounts and accounts with major gore too if you don't filter your shit. jimanya, jimsuke and jimsea shippers. if you exist. EXTRA INFO: This Jimmy is 36, 5'11, metalhead, unlabeled closeted queer, 'Merican, arachnid/reptile enthusiast. mod talk will always begin with //. Jimmy talk will have the dialogue font and be colored green. tags for this blog include:

takeresponsibility: for in character posting/rp starters yimpy's yapping: for asks/ continued rp yimpy approved: for art/rb yimpy's art/doodles: might change this later but it's for mod-posted art. recent art pieces only jimsby: why did i word it like that it sounds like i'm in a pokemon game. uhh. (jimby reacts to asks) toleratedmuch: above the #yimpy's favorites tier, you are now willingly tolerated. exclusive to those with 15+ tolerance points. yimpy's favorites: tag exclusive for those with 5+ TOLERANCE POINTS. dear god what have you done goodnessgracious: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU (50+ tol pts). officiallyresponsible: i hope this hurts. TOLERANCE POINTS: if ya interact one too many times often, or just do something cool, ugly little roach here might be slightly, SLIGHTLY less of a dick to you! only proceed if you're okay with the consequences of such acts being you as this parasite's next host, though. inspired by another blog. THIS POST HAS BEEN UPDATED (most recent update: 12/28/24).

[reliablejoukido]

some Daikeru for the soul

okay here's the gist of it

Daisuke has been in love with Ken since middle school

Ken asks out Miyako in his 2nd year of high school (her 3rd year). They become a couple

When Daisuke finds out, he pretends to be supportive, but he stays late after school crying in an empty classroom

Takeru finds him and after a difficult conversation, discovers that Daisuke was in love with Ken, and that Daisuke is bisexual

Takeru is the only person who knows this. They become closer friends because of this

And learning about Daisuke's sexuality becomes a catalyst for Takeru's own discovery

Takeru spends their 2nd and 3rd years in high school trying to figure out his sexuality. He realizes he is generally attracted to men

Takeru tells Hikari. Hikari is super supportive and is the only person who knows about Takeru's sexuality, other than eventually Yamato, who is also supportive

They graduate, and a year or so goes by

The 02 squad have a picnic in the Digital World one day (they try to get together once per season) and Wallace is there too. Takeru notices that Daisuke is being kind of flirty? with Wallace? He's acting like has a huge crush on Wallace. This rubs Takeru the wrong way, because he has a feeling Daisuke is going to get his heart broken again

Sure enough, Wallace casually drops into conversation that he has a girlfriend (which is why he just can't flirt with Miyako and Hikari anymore)

Takeru watches the color drain from Daisuke's face, and Daisuke's entire peppy demeanor seems forced after that

A few days later, Takeru goes to a gay bar. He gets hit on by some men, but none of them are really his type (he has no idea what his type is, and he wants to find out).

To figure out what he wants in a partner, Takeru makes a Tinder profile. And... almost immediately finds Daisuke's profile. Daisuke's profile is sort of interesting-- he's got some sporty photos and some fun ramen chef photos and even some cute photos with V-mon. And his profile is entertaining and very "Daisuke".

Takeru swipes right on a whim, thinking that there's no way in hell Daisuke would ever swipe right on him. He doesn't even like Daisuke in that way. He just... wants to be a little chaotic and see what happens

A few days later, Takeru gets a notification that he has a match on Tinder. He's had a few dozen of these over the past few days, so he ignores it for about an hour

But THEN he gets a text from Daisuke like "WHAT GIVES???"

Takeru's like ?????

Daisuke: Why did you swipe right on my profile, dude!??

Takeru: The only way you could know that is if you swiped right on mine 👀

Daisuke: 😳

Takeru: 😂

Daisuke: Am I the only one taking this seriously?? Are you even like... you know... I mean you don't have to tell me, but...

Takeru: I'm gay, Daisuke. And your profile was fun. I wanted to see what would happen

Daisuke: Well what's happening is that your stupid fedora pics are now seared into my brain

Takeru: You CHOSE to swipe right, Daisuke

Daisuke: Whatever

Takeru: You wanna grab dinner or something?

Daisuke: I guess I MUST want to grab dinner 'cause I'm CLEARLY into you because I swiped right

Takeru: 🤔

Daisuke: Fine, let's grab dinner

They grab dinner

They talk about Takeru realizing his sexuality back in high school, to which Daisuke says he wishes he knew, because he could have used a queer friend back then. Takeru says it was kind of because of Daisuke that he started thinking about his sexuality. Daisuke has no idea what to do with this information

Takeru asks Daisuke to dinner again, just for fun, and Daisuke agrees. They go out a few more times, as friends, and nothing really changes between them (nothing that they notice anyway)

At one point, they go to that gay bar Takeru tried out earlier, but they never seem to want to talk to anyone but each other

Takeru doesn't know why he's doing this, other than that it's fun to spend time with Daisuke.

Then they have another quarterly picnic with the rest of the 02 gang

Takeru and Daisuke think they are being subtle/normal, but pretty much everyone notices them flirting

Hikari catches Takeru alone and says she's really glad to see Takeru so happy with Daisuke. Takeru's like ?????

Hikari's like... aren't you dating Daisuke? I'm sorry, but it's really obvious that you like him

Takeru has an epiphany that he does like Daisuke. Maybe he's liked him for weeks, maybe he's like him for years. The only thing he can think to do is surreptitiously text Daisuke while they're still at the picnic, asking him to come over after they all go home

Daisuke looks up from his phone, raises his eyebrows at Takeru, and then grins at him

Daisuke shows up later at Takeru's apartment and Takeru feels a magnetic attraction to him. Takeru immediately pushes him against the wall. Daisuke's like oh hell yeah, and they make out

Daisuke: Dunno what took you so long, man. I told you weeks ago that I was into you

Takeru: You did?

Daisuke: And they call me oblivious. I told you when we first matched on Tinder! I said... wait hold on lemme find the exact text... "I guess I MUST want to grab dinner 'cause I'm CLEARLY into you"

Takeru: That was you telling me you were attracted to me? I thought that was weird texting sarcasm!

Daisuke: Take it or leave it, man

Thank you for reading my weird Daikeru thoughts today

[waiting-on-a-dream]

𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚎: 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝟹 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝

Haruto: The date is 1 November XXXX. On October 31, the prisoners were offered two options to choose from as a Halloween special: trick or treat. I wasn't aware of this until today.

Prisoner 001: Kanai Ichiro chose treat and received a sample of clay. He was still fascinated with it this morning despite receiving it last night. I wouldn't be surprised if he's hyperfixating.

But... I'm pretty sure he's playing with it to distract himself from the crying. He told Noa-san about it and then she told me. According to Ichiro, there's a baby on his bed that won't stop crying. He only appeared this morning when Ichiro woke up. He moved to the cafeteria, but he can still hear the crying.

Ichiro is a prisoner that obviously hasn't been mentally well even before he was brought to Milgram, but when most of the prisoners are seeing people in their rooms, I know its not another one of his hallucinations. You... You're pretty fucked up for orchestrating something like this. Everyone was already-! [Haruto groans and tussles his hair frustratedly.] Whatever. On with the report.

Prisoner 002: Kobayashi Akane chose treat and received a CD of "A silent voice". She plans to watch it tonight in Noa-san's room after dinner. Even though the screen in her room has a CD player, she avoids it because her father is in there. She told me he started beating her in a rage when she woke up, but her arms show no marks or bruising. Apparently it felt real to her. She also thinks these "hallucinations" can't leave the prisoners' rooms because her father didn't follow her when she ran out of her room.

[Haruto flips through his notepad on his table.] What the hell is even happening anymore?

Ah, prisoner 003: Iwamoto Daisuke chose treat and received a photo of his friend Ryuto at a company dinner. He showed me. Um, Daisuke-kun must really appreciate suits. His friend's a handsome guy who can't be bothered to smile for the camera. I'm somehow not surprised.

Interestingly, Daisuke-kun doesn't see his friend in his room. Instead, all the guilty prisoners had a dream where they met a strange man.

For Daisuke-kun, he can only remember the man wearing the weirdest suit and matching hat. Lime green, purple and orange stripes. If I had to see that, I would consider it a nightmare. All the man said was: "Did you do it for him, or did you do it for you?" Daisuke-kun didn't feel like talking after that, so I let him be.

Prisoner 004: Toma Suzume chose treat and the monitor in her room started playing a recording of her mother calling the police to report her disappearance. That explains why she was crying this morning.

She only remembers a shadowy figure waving a silver wand about in her dream. He leaned in close and asked: "Is this your love?" Suzume-san answered "yes" and he laughed. Freaky, but okay.

Prisoner 005: Endo Haku chose trick "out of curiosity" and received a camera. I checked it out this morning and it just seemed like a normal camera to me. Haku-chan showed me that the camera had future telling properties when he used it. He demonstrated by pointing the camera at an empty bench in the cafeteria. On the screen, Yui-san was shown to be sitting there. He took a picture and sure enough, Yui-san came over to sit by the spot soon after. Um, what a useful camera?

He reported to me that his victim appeared in his room this morning as well, but was strangely silent the whole time. The only thing he did was stare at Haku-chan, albeit angrily. Which is unusual because he's the only victim who hasn't vocalized at least once.

Prisoner 006: Sasaki Yui chose treat and received new earrings with blue bow charms. She's really excited about them, started styling her hair again and everything. But her good mood is mostly due to her dear friend greeting her in the morning. She teared up when she told me about how cheerful and beautiful Himiko was just as she remembered. To be honest, it was giving me fr... Never mind. I'm glad they can reunite, even under shitty circumstances like this.

Prisoner 007: Shigeru Rin chose trick because that's what he felt the options were and received an airhorn to assault the other prisoners with. Compared to Haku-chan's magic camera, Rin-chan's gift is more of a harmless object to prank people with. Unless the airhorn has some magical properties I don't know about.

Rin-chan wasn't as happy with seeing Renho as Yui-san was to see Himiko, with him finally feeling guilty about his crime. According to him, Renho doesn't blame him but is miffed about dying so young. I'm not sure how much of that is true, but he tells me they're talking it out. I can't see or hear Renho anyway, so I'll leave them to it.

Prisoner 008: Watanabe Noa chose treat and received this pretty beach themed jar of sand. Its all white and shimmery, with seashells and an opened oyster with a pearl inside. Super cute. She hadn't come out to make breakfast this morning, so I was worried about her mental state when I went to check on her. I didn't have to worry though. She looked really happy talking to herself (her husband) in her room, so I left her to it. I don't think I've ever seen her genuinely happy. And uh, I ended up making breakfast for everyone even though I woke up late.

Prisoner 009: Miyahara Kiyoshi chose treat and received an apple from his hometown. Its famous for its apples and said apples a have distinct taste. I'm not the expert, so I'll take his word for it.

In his dream, the weird man was wearing a monocle. I asked Kiyoshi-san if the man was wearing a suit as well, and he answered: "Now that I think about it, yes. But its blurry in my head." I guess each guilty prisoner focused on a certain aspect of the man. Kiyoshi-san also didn't seem to be planning on telling me what the man said to him until I asked. "Just accept your punishment quietly." A reference to Kiyoshi-san's guilty verdict perhaps?

Prisoner 010: Okura Mayumi...claimed that she chose treat and received a cupcake. Since Kiyoshi-san received an apple, its not weird for prisoners to receive food. But the cupcake didn't seem to hold any sentimental value for Mayumi-san. She said something about helping her mother bake when she was younger, but I'm still not convinced.

Strangely, she's the only innocent prisoner that doesn't see her victim in her room. Instead, she had a weird dream like the guilty prisoners. She was in an empty cinema hall with the strange man. The thing she remembered about him was his conniving smile. I asked Mayumi-san what he said to her, but she claimed he hadn't said anything.

I'm not sure what the purpose of this Halloween special is, but it can't be anything good as long as there are tricks involved. The hallucinations as well? Give me a break. [Haruto leans back, burying his face in his hands.] You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

What do you even expect me to do in this situation?

[Haruto sighs, uncovering his face.] Shit. What else can I do but adapt.

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

[housamo-stories]

Asterius

MC was walking up the pathway in the mountains, they were on their way to meet Asterius to help him with some housework, the massive minotaur had gotten mad at taurus mask for bothering him again and apparently smashed a portion of the wall to his house, they wondered to themself why Daisuke couldn't just leave the poor guy alone, after all Asterius had lived in the berserkers guild before moving out here in the middle of nowhere, he had told them that he used to live in the berserkers guild's labyrinth in the underground colosseum until taurus mask found him and disturbed his peaceful life.

after a long trek they finally made it to Asterius's cabin, they saw the massive bull making repairs to his home all the while grumbling angrily to himself.

Asterius- stupid moron, seriously doesn't he know when no means no?, sheesh.

MC comes up behind the massive bovine and places their hand on his shoulder, Asterius then turns around all the while saying.

Asterius- I thought I told you! I don't wanna join your dumb wrestling tea-o-oh hey MC.

They give Asterius a quizzical look.

Asterius-P-please f-forgive me I thought you were...someone else.

they said that its fine and that its their fault for sneaking up on him.

Asterius-W-well nobody likes being snuck up on, you never know what mood they might be in, especially a m-monster like me.

they tell Asterius that they don't believe that he's a monster especially since he's so cute.

Asterius-C-cute!? m-me? no I think you are mistaken.

they shake their head before putting a hand on the bulls head and begin stroking his fur, Asterius blushes deeply at the kind gesture, melting into their gentle touch.

Asterius-N-no please stop, ha-ha hehehe.

Asterius then snaps out of the trance before standing up.

Asterius-P-please let us get started on the repairs, otherwise you'll be here until nightfall.

Asterius and MC got started on repairing the damaged wall, they noticed how focused Asterius was, albeit annoyed that he had to repair his wall again, they watched as he lifted lumber over his shoulders, they saw how his muscles contorted and flexed with every movement, they couldn't take there eyes off of the massive bull, Asterius noticed their eyes on him.

Asterius-w-what is it? is there something on my face?

all they could say was "Beautiful".

Asterius-Wh-what!? m-me? Beautiful? I think you must be seeing things maybe the heat is getting to you.

MC chuckles to themselves.

Asterius-H-hey what's so funny?

they tell him that he is. He could always so serious sometimes, but at others he can be really sweet without even knowing it,

Asterius-hey d-don't say that i'm a monster i'm not-, do you feel warm cause f-for some reason I do.

Asterius then quickly removes his vest and pants surprising them to see Asterius in a pair of yellow briefs while still wearing his boots.

Asterius-T-there that's better.

he then looks over to see MC staring at him, he then blushes at having realized he undressed in front of them without thinking. they looked at Asterius's body seeing how thick and muscular he is, his legs from his thighs and calves were like thick tree trunks and his chest like two stuffed pillows and had a bit of a muscle gut with his abs showing, his arms bigger than their torso and his shoulders broad and muscular and his neck was also thick, they felt their heart racing as they stared at the thickness that is Asterius's body.

Asterius-P-please l-look away MC! d-do not gaze upon my hideous body!

he then turns and crouches down covering his eyes with his hands.

MC laughs before walking over to him, but as they do they notice that Asterius is now crying as they can see tears welling up in his eyes, they ask Asterius what is wrong.

Asterius-I-I'm so sorry MC that I've shown you such a shameful sight 'Hic' I-I shouldn't have asked you to come today, 'Hic' I don't know why I did? 'Hic' after all a monster like me doesn't deserve to find love.

MC looks wide eyed at hearing Asterius's words, before they can even think they take Asterius's face in their hands and pull him into a kiss, Asterius is taken completely by surprise by their bold action and was about to push them away but then he felt something warm moving around in his mouth, at that moment he just accepted it he opened his arms enveloping MC in an embrace, the two of them feeling each others bodies with their hands, a few minutes pass the two are still exploring the other then Asteruis's instincts begin to kick in as he rolls over putting MC under his giant body never breaking the kiss, MC then feels something enter there body from below something big and long, they didn't care though as they were too enraptured in the moment, a groan of pleasure escaping their lips with each movement Asterius made, finally as Asterius was nearing his end, he quickly lifted his head and let out a loud cry.

Asterius-M-MOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

he then looked down into MC's eyes panting, sweat dripping from his face, MC puts their hand on his cheek before telling them they loved him he then took their hand in his smiling before saying.

Asterius-I-I love you to my mate.

the two then continue their dance of love, only them and the forest keeping their secret.

[kakushino]

OMG YES UBUYASHIKI

They would, no joke, ADORE them. Mizuki n her bros lost their parenrs when the twins were really young and Mizuki grew up very quickly to raise her brothers. Ubuyashiki getting Mizukis trust means that Osuke trusts him with no hesitation. Daisuke will take some time but hes much friendlier.

Mizuki would love to hunt for them, bring back from the ocean mean varieties of fish, shellfish and seaweed. Tashiki is a little shit! He definitely pranks his uncles and tries to hide behind his mom, but she steps aside and watches as they tickle attack him.

Once you see how he looks, you'll very much realise who his father is ;) Tashiki has pretty pink hair~

He adore playing with the Ubuyashiki kiddos and is very much gentler with the girls then the one son. His mama raised a gentleman.

And their reaction to giyuu would be so funny because these three are massive demons. And Mizuki is the tallest at 6'5ft. So they are looking down at giyuu, literally.

Osuke is confused and would poke him "So you can't go swimming whenever...aren't you a water demon?"

Daisuke is horrified "Blink twice and we'll get you the fuck out of here"

Mizuki is starring at his collar and is having flashbacks from when she was collared with a shocking collar. She fears for Giyuus safety and will quietly, with great concern in her eyes ask if he was being forced to live in captivity/ if he was held by scientists.

Fudbicnsixhidbcidnichjxhs I love this so much I'm giggling kicking my feet right now

Kagaya and Amane being the parents that they yearned for, while also being the friends they needed 😭❤️

Tashiki is a CUTE little shit and I need to see the absolute glee on his face after a successful prank 🥺🙏 IS AKAZA HIS FATHER???? I NEED TO KNOWWWW!!!! DOES AKAZA KNOW HE'S A FATHER?

...does Tashiki rope the other kids into his pranks now?

Giyuu looking up like "Hmmm. You are tall." completely deadpan 😭🤣 crying laughing at the image. Please Osuke you can't ask people why you can't swim whenever 😭

DAISUKE NOOOO HE'S HAPPY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 JESUS - I can see Giyuu blinking once just to subtly fuck with him because Daisuke is now waiting for the second blink but Giyuu is like o_o

Mizuki is such a pookie oh no :((( She's so concerned and ugh I love her and her heart is in the right place but fear not! He's happy as can be now that he has Reader-chan from Be My Owner!

Me, reading your asks^

[iunctura-arch]

The sound of water running fills her ears as she stares into the mirror. The voices grow ever-louder, and she grips the counter as she stares at her own reflection.

Dull red eyes, unkempt auburn hair and her hairpin wasn't in anymore, having been tossed carelessly onto the counter where the sink was. Her reflection showed how she really was, not the person she tried to be.

Happy and chipper, open and not empty. Not just an empty person, devoid of life and hope, because they weren't even allowed to live.

Her body trembles some, and she looks down at the sink. But her hands are shaking, and she grips the counter tighter. Biting her lower lip, it's all she can do before a scream rips itself from her throat and she lets go of the counter, pulling back her fist and punching the mirror.

Shards of glass embed themselves into her fist, but she doesn't feel the pain. Instead, she just busies herself plucking shard after shard of glass out of her fist and letting it fall into the sink. Once that task is done, her arms fall to her sides and she stares at the broken mirror.

The voices mock her endlessly. Call her a murderer, a thief. Asks her why she still lived, why hadn't she died instead?

"...I never asked..." It's low, but soon grows loud. She screams, uncaring of who heard. "I NEVER ASKED TO SURVIVE! I NEVER ASKED TO LIVE, I NEVER ASKED TO BE BORN!"

Her body turns and she punches the wall. Once, twice, three times. Tears fall, and she screams loudly. Unhampered. As loud as her lungs would allow.

"I GOT THE TICKET AS A GIFT FROM MAKOTO-KUN! FOR MY FOURTEENTH BIRTHDAY! WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO, JUST IGNORE IT?! I LOVED ZWEI WING'S MUSIC!"

Shouting, screaming, punching, crying. Crying and screaming. Uncaring of who heard, knowing full well no one cared.

That's untrue, you know we're not in our own time. Emiko and the others-

"SHUT UP! NO ONE CARES!" It hurts to hear his voice, telling her the truth. "No one, NO ONE WAS THERE FOR ME! BESIDES YOU, BESIDES YOU, THERE WAS NO ONE! BESIDES YOU, BESIDES MINATO, THERE WASN'T ANYONE WHO CARED!"

They care! Emiko, Kosuke, Daiki, Daisuke, the other me, Wiz, Towa, Argentine-- maybe Baku, I don't really know. They care a lot about you. You're family to them.

"No one back home cared." Tatsuki says, bloodied hand against the wall. "I didn't jump off the roof because you would've died with me, and I wasn't going to take your life selfishly. I wanted to, trust me. I wanted to just kick off my shoes and jump off."

....I know you did. I did everything I could to keep you from jumping. I told you stories, remember? Anything I could think of, I told you to keep you grounded to the here and now instead of thinking of throwing yourself off of Azumano Middle School's rooftop. I heard each thought...

"I still want to die. I'm tired of the pain. Tired of the bullying and harassment. They put flowers on my desk here, too."

They wanted to give you flowers. You weren't watching when they put the vase on your desk to ask your opinion on the flowers they got for you.

Tatsuki is silent.

Remember the day you transformed? It was your fourteenth birthday, and Makoto had given you the ticket for the concert. Dark clears his throat. 'For you, someone who loves Zwei Wing. Happy Birthday, Tatsuki'.

She remembers those words. Remembers the feelings of appreciation that someone cared enough to give her something for her birthday. The fact that she loved him for doing that. Those feelings had caused her to transform. And that night, she had met Dark himself.

She slumps against the wall, bloodied hand falling to her side. Her forehead rests against the wall and her eyes close. A few moments pass as she focuses on Dark. Focuses on his voice and his features, forcing the cacophony of voices silent.

The transformation is warm, like a heated blanket. Spreading through her like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a winter night. When she opens her eyes, she's no longer Tatsuki but Dark. Though she could transform through love like the other hosts of Dark did before her, she'd found her own way of transforming, too. Unique, just like her own situation.

She stands, body more steady now that it wasn't her own. Red eyes flicker over to the broken mirror before she examines her hand. The bleeding had started to cease, and wasn't even noticeable now.

The door bursts open, both Emiko and Towa coming in with a hurried apology. She's grateful that she wasn't actually trying to take a shower, but make sure that any noise she made was muffled. Standing there in just a tank top and sweatpants probably made the scene a little funny.

Dark, in Tatsuki's sleepwear.

"Tatsuki-" Emiko starts, before realizing what had happened. Broken mirror, bloody floor and wall, and Tatsuki standing there, transformed into Dark. Almost immediately, she takes Tatsuki's hand and inspected it. "Towa-chan, first aid supplies, please. Meet us in the main room when you've got it."

"On it, ma'am!" Towa salutes before leaving the room.

After she'd turned the water off, Emiko almost gently leads Tatsuki out of the bathroom and to the main room. She sits without being told, pressing her fingers against her injured hand. A dull throb of pain and a tiny bit of blood, but not much else.

"You're lucky Daisuke is at school right now." Emiko scolds softly. "He would've been beside himself with worry, had he seen you like that."

Tatsuki nods at that. She knew that pretty well. It was why she'd waited until he had left the house for school to even attempt getting out of bed. It'd been bad today, bad enough she'd known she couldn't even see the middle school without having a panic attack and remembering everything she'd gone through.

Towa arrives with the kit not moments later, and Emiko sets to work bandaging Tatsuki's hand.

"I know Daisuke's Dark can be a little brash and rude, but he means well in his own way." So she thought it was about yesterday..? Tatsuki chuckles a little, shaking her head.

"It's not about that at all." Tatsuki admits. She tugs down on the collar of her tank top, revealing the scar in the middle of hers and Dark's chest. Something that shouldn't have reflected, but did. As if Dark, too, had gotten hit by those flying shards of Kanade's armor.

By the look on their faces, she realized that she'd revealed that she'd nearly died. Letting go of the collar of her tank top, the frown on her face only deepened a little. Red eyes cast themselves away from Emiko and Towa, to the large doors to another part of the mansion itself.

"....I was dealing with the demons of my past, that arrived after the incident that had caused this scar." Tatsuki admits with a soft voice. "The demons that await me when I go back to my own time. Once all the pieces of the Time Lock are gotten and I can go back."

A part of her asks if they still want to see her, another part wants to just leave and never look back. Her ancestor's Dark's words still stung, but she knew he was just like that. She promised she'd be good until she could go home.

But not that she'd be okay in any shape of the word.

"....Tatsuki." Emiko hugs her. Unlike before, when she would generally just snuggle in and hug back, Tatsuki pulled away. Putting a hand between her and Emiko. Distancing herself.

No one cares.

No one cares.

No. One. Cares.

"It's fine." She says, a mantra she's told herself millions of times. "Thank you for bandaging my hand. I'll clean up the mess and pay for the mirror."

Shutting down. Ignoring the sympathy and concern. That was what she was doing. Though Emiko's voice calls her, she doesn't respond. She's up, heading back upstairs, face drawn in a blank slate. Her body returns to normal, the transformation undoing itself and the slight pain in her hand recedes to a faint throb in the back of her mind.

She cleans the bathroom, finds her bag in her room, pulls out as much money as possible to replace the mirror and sets it on her headboard. She changes clothes, grabbing her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.

A hastily scribbled note is left on her headboard with the money, secured by one of the books she'd borrowed from their library.

Thank you. I'll be back in a few days. I need to clear my head.

----

Dark wakes with a start, laying on his back. People are surrounding him, confused. He sits up, reaching out to Tatsuki as he does so.

"Are you okay, miss?" One of the bystanders asked. "You took a rough tumble there down the stairs."

It comes back. Tatsuki had been walking when her foot had accidentally hit an uneven part of the pavement. She had no time to react because people were watching and it had taken her by surprise. But everything had gone black. So why had he woken up instead of waking up with Tatsuki?

She's there, somewhere in their mind. But she's refusing to talk, refusing to communicate. As if she's pushing even him away. He remembers this happening before, but in a different way. No.19 hadn't pushed him away, he'd disappeared into the recesses of their mind.

A different story back then to now, no matter how similar it would be.

"I'm fine." Dark replies. "I didn't see that uneven bit of pavement. My fault, really!" A laugh. He stands, dusting off the skirt he was wearing, thankful for the shorts underneath it.

"Maybe you should sit back down. You might've hit your head, and we've just called the emergency services. What's your name?" Another leads him to the nearby bench, sitting him down. Dark didn't like this, but he has to play the part of Tatsuki. She would've let them fuss over her, but be embarrassed and hate herself for it.

He felt embarrassed about it.

"Hinata Tatsuki." He remembers the last name they'd come up with. "I'm currently living with the Niwa family."

"Can you tell me what day it is?"

"Thursday. I should be in school, but I wouldn't have made it in time due to my alarm not going off. I was going shopping instead, for Emiko-san."

"The time?"

Dark blinks. "I didn't see a clock anywhere, so I'm not sure."

The man nods a bit. "You don't seem to have a concussion." He says, just as sirens blare. The emergency medical services arrive, and Dark has to take the same test over again. They contact Emiko, who comes to get him almost as quickly as he could fly.

When he's finally given a clean bill of health and sent home with Emiko, he leans against the window of the car and shuts his eyes. The cool glass against his forehead helps him think a little. Tatsuki was gone, wasn't she?

Was she coming back? Would she be gone forever?

In another time, he'd be happy to have that happen. If he and Tatsuki hadn't been through hellfire and brimstone together, he would've gladly said he had 'won' and would be taking her body as his victory spoils.

But not here, not in this manner. Not when Tatsuki barely got to live.

"She's not here." Dark responds to an unsaid statement. "Tatsuki isn't here."

She's gone. My partner in crime is gone.

And he isn't sure she'll ever come back.

[t0pidelaayy]

Hi there 😊 May I request something with Jigen and the reader with the prompts #61/Fluff “You’re family.”, #34/Fluff "Are you okay?", #27/Angst "It's okay to cry.", #8/Angst "Please stay.", and #35/Smut “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” Imagine the reader has been distant after a certain mission or heist that reveals that who ambushed them was her father(exact image of Dutch Van Der Linde from Red Dead Redemption/2) and his new gang. The reader chooses to go after him alone which could have even upset Lupin(he could see her as a kid sis and is the only one to know about her past "family") to a certain degree. After she could have been rescued and lectured by everyone back at the safe house Jigen confronts her. Deep down the reader could have kept everyone in the dark due to not wanting to let anyone in again after what happened to her previous "family" though those walls seemed to crumble a bit around Jigen due to her feelings for him that she kept buried until now. Heavily inspired by Red Dead Redemption and RDR 2 to even where reader's father chooses to take his own life than have her kill him or be taken by the police just like how Dutch threw himself off the cliff in the first game(SPOILER!) And her "family" could be like the gang in RDR 2 where the reader only trusted some of her "family" and wouldn't shed tears if certain ones died(NOT SORRY MICHA BELL😒). Please and thank you so much! Sorry if it's long I got carried away lol 😁

Family Issues

Pairing: Daisuke Jigen x F! Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff.

Summary: That night's heist went (successfully) wrong for our favorite gang. Y/N encounters her past in a tumultuous way and Jigen tries his best to comfort her during the aftermath.

Words: 2k

TW: Death, posible mixed pronouns because of mistranslations.

A/N: I'm sorry i took so long! I honestly don't have any idea about Red Dead Redemption (i did some research tho, just didn't understand a lot) and I wasn't feeling very inspired to write this one. This has been on my drafts for as long as two months and i wanted to finish it. I skipped the smut part bc i don't write that, but i hope this work it's, at least, enjoyable!

Enjoy! ✨ Requests are still open for anyone!

The journey to the safe hiding place was silent. No one dared to say a word, as if the prevailing tension was so easy to cut just by vibrating the vocal cords. There wasn't much to say either, maybe nothing honestly. Or maybe there was, but it wasn't known what exactly. Anyway, the men inside the fiat 500 waited for Y / N to confess the reason for her erratic actions in the middle of the robbery, why the rational and indifferent Y / N could not control her emotions at that moment, but her head was a lathe, and as much as they wanted to force an explanation from her throat, they knew she wouldn't be able to. Silence.

 Lupin should be happy to have escaped with the treasure that night, everything went according to plan until Y / N's derailment. And although they barely managed to keep what they have stolen, and escape in time, she could not help but think that that night could have ended in a tragedy.

 Jigen was consuming cigarette after cigarette, trying to minimize the nervous breakdown she was having at that precise moment, the ashes from the cig falling on his beard. The shooter was thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, filling the car's cigarette butt holder at maximum speed.

 And Y / N, meanwhile, looked at the window tiredly, while her feelings were getting more and more exhausted as she spent more time in the overwhelming silence of the car. Her head was pounding, and all the anguish, anger, panic, and adrenaline from the situation that happened was mixing in her brain, giving off thoughts she wasn't willing to even debate.

 All because he had to be there. All because the person they were robbing was him and his gang. All because her father was there.

 Perhaps if Lupin had known, he would have asked Goemon to accompany them instead of Y / N. He had a little knowledge about her friend's family situation, no more than what she had confessed to him. He never thought it would have the devastating effect that she was shown to have.

 The plan was going as expected. The gang knew they were at risk of being ambushed by another recurring gang in the area, and they had all defense methods covered to get out of the situation unscathed with the treasure in their hands. However, once surrounded from the shadows, being pointed from every possible angle in the place, an imposing voice spoke about Lupin's narcissistic speech. He made himself heard from every corner and echoed in Y / N's head.

 "Hello, daughter".

 At that moment, the young woman looked around her to make out, barely, faces as familiar as those of her relatives, but none as negatively significant as the individual above.

 Y / N turned to look at him, wide eyes fixing on the intense gaze of her father, the person she least wanted to see at that moment. Her figure curved inward slightly, leaving her normal intimidating aura behind by one that exuded fear and insecurity and doubt. A lot of it.

 He berated her for abandoning her, the fact that she had replaced her family with poor devils who had little to offer her, putting himself on a pedestal and ignoring the reasons for her daughter's flight. Y / N felt his gaze penetrate her from his hiding spot, and the moment she had the opportunity, she did not hesitate to separate from the group and run through the hail of bullets that was unleashed at that precise moment. She knew that if he made her come back to him he would play with a revolver at the back of her neck, and her instinct asked her to run as fast as she could to him. She wanted to finish it all forever, she would aim her revolver first.

 But she didn't count on Lupin and Jigen to let them get hold of her so easily, and they scattered to run after her partner with the newly acquired loot in tow.

 The incessant background noise did not persuade Y / N for a second in her resolve to murder her father. She chased him non-stop at a determined pace through every corner of the building, until they both reached the roof, and her father walked to the edge of the roof as she pointed her gun at him.

 "You know, this shouldn't have to end like this, my dear Y / N" he began, turning to look at her.

 "You made my life miserable" the strong wind blew between them, dulling the sound of the mess that was getting closer and closer to the two of them. "You took every measly ounce of freedom from me and stuck me in a group of people that you forced me to call 'family'. Of course this has to end like this" Y / N replied. Her pulse increased, her heart pounded, her adrenaline kept her steady even in the cold of the night.

 "We teach you everything you know, you are the thief that you are for us, for me"

 "I owe you absolutely nothing for it. You made me to be like this, I lost my childhood because of you and I am recovering what you took from me by exercising my right to freedom, as you are seeing me, although my concept differs from that of the law". She began to gently pull the trigger, signaling that this was his time to say his last words.

 And then, before falling backwards, towards the emptiness of the night, he enunciated with a malicious smile:

 "In that case, rather than giving you the pleasure of murdering me, I prefer to set you free. See you later, Y / N."

 Jigen was the first to pounce on the rooftop door, grabbing a stunned Y / N by her free arm. She kept aiming at nothing, stifling a cry of anger. She felt that she had lost to him after having fought so hard to be the one to end the whole thing, and not him. She tried to wriggle out of Jigen's tight grip, she wanted to see if there was a chance that he was still alive and, if so, to be able to dedicate each of the bullets in her weapon to each moment suffered, each day lost, and each latent trauma. It didn't take long for Lupin to arrive, and as they both dragged her back so they could escape, Y / N let out her screams and insults in a heartbreaking cry. There was no time to make her see reason, so the shooter carried her on her shoulder like a bag and run away from the screams of terror from the enemy gang, upon learning that their leader was no longer with them. 

. . .

 Goemon was waiting for the 3 thieves in an old house in the middle of the road to the city. He had soup ready for the rest, assuming they would need it. He overly underestimated the need to replenish power after such a hectic robbery.

 Y / N got out of the Fiat a few moments later than her friends, and walked slowly toward the hideout, hating the talk she knew would come later. Goemon looked somewhat puzzled at the tense atmosphere that was present and limited himself to serving the humble dinner to the rest. The silence continued until Jigen (finally) broke the dense ice.

 "Are you okay, Y / N?" She raised her head, puzzled by the question. She thought that he would scold her from the outset about what had happened. But she didn't want to answer, she didn't know how. To say that it was okay was to lie blatantly and that it was wrong, a no-brainer. Thank God Lupin was the one who, after a few seconds, answered for her.

 "Honestly, what do you think she'll answer, Jigen?" the thief commented and then took a spoonful from his soup bowl, while the gunman uncomfortably adjusted his fedora. "Or rather, what happened, Y / N?"

 Silence again. It was too much information to process, even for her, and explaining it to them without even knowing exactly what was going on in her head wasn't going to end well either.

 "Excuse me," the thief said, setting her bowl on the table and shifting her exhausted body in tow toward her designated room of hers. The three men looked at her, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Lupin was the only one to speak before Y / N entered the room.

 "Before you go to sleep, I just want you to know that we do not want to reproach you, surely you have had your reasons to act the way you did. We are only worried, Y / N. If you need help, the 3 of us are here. Goodnight". And when she turned her head to look at them, Lupin managed a small smile, which Y / N returned weakly, entering her room and gently closing the door, leaving the man in the fedora hat much more intrigued and concerned than before.

. . .

 After midnight, the moon illuminated every gloomy corner of the abandoned house, and Y / N's mind continued to fight the prevailing need for sleep that her body demanded of him. Few sobs escaped her eyes that night, being that her crying was as silent as the environment that surrounded her, and the little noise that there was was that of the strong and stormy wind filtering through the worn walls.

 Jigen, who smoked thoughtfully for a long time in front of the house, decided to go in to sleep once he considered that the freezing temperature of the wind was too much to bear. He shared the small room with Y / N; He did not have the initiative to enter when he thought that  she might still be awake, he would not know what to do to comfort her in case she was crying, and he hesitated to go to sleep on the worn out sofa bed. But his back ached just looking at it, and he cautiously chose to enter the room.

 "Are you still up?" he asked in a low voice, to which a tired Y / N emerged from the sheets, sitting up on the bed.

 "I hope that answers your question."

 Jigen knew he wouldn't be able to sleep with a clear conscience if he didn't even try to relax her. Yes, he can sleep perfectly well knowing that his crimes are condemned almost everywhere, but he was not a monster, and as much as he denied it as if his life of it depended, he had a soft spot for her.

 The man slowly approached Y / N's bed, and sat on the edge of it while he set his hat on the frame of the bed. He cleared his throat a little, and trying to sound as understanding as possible, he asked again:

 "Are you okay, Y / N?"

 "No." She answered softly, lowering her head a little.

 "Would you explain why to me? I promise not to tell anyone if that is what makes you feel bad." Jigen offered, cracking a small smile to offer her a confident figure. However, Y / N looked him in the eye, and simply burst into tears before she could say a word.

 "Hey hey hey, eeerhm, come here." He said opening his arms so that she entered his embrace. The young woman did not hesitate for a moment to sink into the gunman's chest, and she wept inconsolably, venting again.

 "Listen to me" Jigen whispered as he subtly stroked Y / N's back. "You don't have to explain to me now if you don't want to. But I want you to know that if you need a shoulder to cry on, count on me." He gulped nervously, hoping he was doing enough to help.

 Y / N nodded slightly, while she wiped her tears with her shirt sleeve.

 A few minutes passed in silence, when she whispered "I love you" to him. Jigen hugged her even tighter, and after a few moments, he had the strength to open up and answer "me too".

[tokyoghoose]

something that never was

pairing: daisuke kambe x reader

playlist: even if it's a lie - matt maltese*, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be - jessica benko, the less i know the better - tame impala, id rather go blind - beyonce ( cadillac records ), the house we never built - gabrielle aplin*, i cant make you love me - dave thomas junior, i go crazy - orla gartland, blow my brains out - tikkle me, hidden in the sand - tally hall

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating,

summary: the coldness he radiates gets the best of you, ultimately leading to the end.

announcements!

i dont really see daisuke cheating unless it was a misunderstanding or smth, but i liked the idea of this fic. Let me know what you think!

you can tell i didnt write this in a sitting lol. Im vv sorry if it's hard to follow!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

There's a warm body beside you, yet the bed feels cold. The arm around your waist feels almost as foreign as the face in front of you. It hurts to look at him, to feel him. It hurts to even be around him. He's so beautiful but he feels like half the man he once was. It's disheartening.

Maybe the saying, what you don't know can't hurt you is correct because you were feeling the repercussions right about now. Curiosity really did kill the cat, and at this point, you don't even know how to get satisfaction from it. How does one bring up cheating to their partner? Especially when the partner is like Daisuke.

He likes to brush things off without paying a price except for whatever was in his bank account, the type to hand you a card and say 'go get yourself something pretty.' And it wasn't like he was a bad lover, in fact, it was very easy to fall in love with him. He has a charm about him that's magnetic, one glance and suddenly it's impossible to look away. Or at least that was your experience.

With the final confirmation that closing your eyes will do nothing other than bringing pictures into your head, you turn your back to him and try and distance your body from his. It doesn't do anything to help when he pulls you closer subconsciously, except for maybe it makes you want to cry.

You'd confront him tomorrow, you decided.

If you need to.

———

The pace you set is leisure and if kt wasn't for the poor nail bed quickly coming to nothing, it'd seem like you weren't completely losing your head. It's all you can think about. Daisuke out with some girl—who you know for a fact isn't his sister, and who is all over him. He didn't even make a move to push her off! He hates that kind of attention so if he didn't object it, then he was asking for it. He wanted the girl on his side. In fact, for someone who insists the other person sits across from him at a restaurant- he looked quite comfortable with her nearly in his lap.

Maybe you're overthinking this, y/n.

The door clicks open and your ears strain to hear the sound of Daisuke's dress shoes. He's rather indulgent when it comes to dressing wear and the shoes were practically silent, even with the short heel on the back.

"I'm home." He says to no one particular, taking off his trenchcoat and hanging it on the rack beside the door. He stops his path to the bedroom when he sees you frozen in place and staring in the living room. He merely quirks a brow, going to take off his suit and tie.

Suddenly you can't speak and you have tunnel vision. It's unfair how calm he always looks—it's almost smug like he knows everything about you and more. Like he can read your mind and tell you your darkest thoughts and when you'll die because let's be honest, it'll probably be by his hand. Maybe you should back out now before you can say anything. Forget it all because what if you're mistaken? The more you think, the more weight is added onto your shoulders and the more it pushes you down, down further into the hole you want to crawl into. Maybe you should let it because all you want to do now is escape his piercing gaze. His eyes are studying you, taking in your form and the cogs in his brain are turning to find an explanation as to why you are standing there like a psychopath and not welcoming him home like you usually do.

You feel like you're drowning. Is the light getting dimmer? The black around your vision only seems to close in around Daisuke and you try to look anywhere else but his face. There's water in your ears, the popping of them only intensifies until you can feel it pounding into your head with faint static.

Am I going to pass out?

It's not until his hand comes down gently on your shoulder that the closing circle of vision widens out and suddenly all the imaginary water rushes from your ears. You glance down at his rings before back up him, barely catching the end of his words.

"Are you alright?"

He's never been one to beg, so you would have to answer now or he'll leave it be for the rest of the night and probably months after until you're like this again.

"I-can we talk?"

He eyes you suspiciously, narrowing his eyes and keeping his brow raised before nodding, slipping his tie off around his neck, folding it neatly into the palm of his hand. He gestures for you to start the conversation, going to the minibar curving around the kitchen and living area.

When you don't reply he urges you on, "Why so tense? Did something happen, darling?"

It'd seem like he didn't really care from how cold his voice was, but you've grown accustomed to the monotone to know that he truly is concerned for your health. He genuinely wants to know why you're acting so odd. It only makes this so much harder? You're wrong- you have to be. This must be a sick trick your brain has played on you. Or he must be playing some sick trick.

Anxiety settles itself into your gut and it seems like it won't leave anytime soon.

"Daisuke, are...- are you cheating on me?"

His eyebrows finally go lax but he doesn't look up from unbuttoning the cuffs of his white button-down. His fingers fidget at the buttons and instead of the previous loose form, his hand forms a fist.

"I- "

"Why—exactly, are you accusing me of this?"

His gaze sends chills down your spine. He's offended but he doesn't offer a defense. Suddenly your mouth is dry and you lose all your words? How exactly were you going to tell him you stumbled across him and some woman in a restaurant and practically stared them down for fifteen minutes.

You decide the bear it and swallow a lump that has formed in your throat.

"You were with a woman earlier this week snd well, the displays of affection that I saw were not very like you. You've been gone for long hours and even if you blamed it on the new job, Daisuke—you never tell me anything. Is she for a case? Are you using her for information? Go on, tell me about it. Give me a reason not to accuse you."

You regain your confidence but it falters when you meet his indifferent expression. You'd prefer it if he looked angry and the silence that fills the room is deafening and the tension suffocating.

"I can't tell you anything about our cases-"

"I'm your partner! What am I going to do? Rat you out to whoever is breaking the law? Why would I even how those connections, Daisuke?"

Daisuke inhales deeply through his nose like this whole conversation is a burden on him and you can't help but feel like a burden too. Was this relationship not worth the time to talk this out? One hand grips the bar and the other pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You aren't my partner, you're my fiance. My partner and I work together. So, no. I can't tell you about the cases."

You want to rip out your hair. This isn't about his stupid job or his stupid partner. This is about the dumb fucking restaurant and the dumb fucking woman who was hanging off him.

He can't actually be this dense!

"It's not about that! Either you aren't getting the point or you keep changing the subject because it's true!" Your voice rises in pitch, your confidence failing and turning more so into desperation. But you aren't crying yet. There are no tears and your eyes are dry and you absolutely refuse to cry in front of a Kambe.

It's like the beginning of your relationship all over again. A protective barrier around yourself so you don't get hurt and offended by his cold shoulder. Was it so bad to think you've moved on from that feeling? Why is it so difficult for him to just comfort you and push back those fears? Is he that emotionally stunted? You may not know much about his past and his family, but damn— at least you're trying to work through it with him. Can he put out a little more effort?

All he does is pour himself a glass. All he does... is pour himself a glass.

"You know what- forget it. If you're so entitled and so emotionally reserved that you can't even talk to me without a drink first, then I guess we'll talk about it another time—when you don't look like my voice gives you a headache."

Daisuke actually looks taken back by your words and you suddenly feel bad for hitting a sore spot. He may not have shown it often, but he doesn't particularly like not being able to show his true emotions; no matter the reason being.

"Y/N, wait.."

But you're back on adrenaline just as soon as he felt a drop, pushing past him to get to your coat. You just needed to calm down before you said something you'd truly regret. Words tended to stay in his mind much longer than they were intended to.

"I'm staying at my mother's. Don't call me, don't text me, don't come near me until you're ready to tell me what the hell you were doing with her. "

When he doesn't say anything more and you can practically hear the cogs in his head turn, you make your way out there door, making sure to slam it shut.

You slip on the coat angrily, slamming open the door without sparing him a glance but waiting for him to say something. Anything. Were you being too rash? You shake your head and scold yourself, mentally. You can't just turn around now, not after an outburst like that. He has to learn something from this.

Irrational or not, hopefully, his true colors would show.

[violetarks]

Just A Game: It's Your Emo Boy

Anime: My Hero Academia (SMAU)

LEVEL DOWN | MENU | LEVEL UP

"Eiji!" Y/N shouted out as she jogged out of her room, "Have you seen my black shoes? The one with the—the little bunny on the heel side?"

She walked into his room, seeing Kirishima shake his head as he stood up from his desk chair. "Sorry, Y/N, I haven't. Last time I saw them, Bakugou was yelling at you to put them away since they were just in front of the door." He claimed.

Y/N huffed, nodding her head.

Living with Bakugou and Kirishima was great actually. Bakugou knew how to cook and cleam well, Kirishima was great at organising dates and lifting the mood and Y/N... she fit in just right.

She was a little of both. Consulting in Kirishima about upcoming events and how to manage them. Helping Bakugou in the kitchen as a little helper, as if he'd ever let her be in charge. She was able to keep peace in the house, like how Kirishima did.

Y/N ran downstairs, grabbing her bag and jumping off the third last step. She ran around the corner to see Bakugou with his arms crossed, glaring at Shinso. He looked displeased with him. For some reason.

Shinso looked away, an uncomfortable look on his face. But his eyes landed on Y/N and his brows raised a little.

"Thanks, Katsuki!" She called, rushing towards them and standing in between, "Have you seen my—"

"Here." He scoffed, tossing her the shoes.

She gasped, "Hey, I was asking you if you saw them! Why didn't you tell me?" She quickly slipped them on as Bakugou continued to glare at Shinso.

Bakugou only held the shoes captive to gain more time to evaluate Shinso. He was dressed fine and stuff, but ever since last time, Bakugou became more careful.

"Alright, see you at 6:30, Katsuki." She said, pushing Shinso out of the house, "Bye Eiji! Make sure to feed Daisuke at dinner too!"

Kirishima comes bouncing down the stairs, waving at Y/N and Shinso. "Okay! Have fun!" He calls back.

"Who's Daisuke?" Shinso questioned as Y/N grabbed her keys and Bakugou walked off.

"Oh, my cat." She replied, kneeling down to the floor as the said pet comes towards her, "He's the one in my Twitter profile picture. Isn't he cute?"

Y/N picked up Daisuke, the cat meowing and resting in her arms. Shinso felt his heart beat faster. "He's adorable."

"Yes he is. Aren't you, Dai-chan?" Y/N giggled, letting Shinso pet Daisuke and hearing his purr lowly, "So, should we get going?"

Shinso shook himself out of his cat-adorning thoughts and nodded his head.

At the shops, the two of them were going around and buying all the things they needed. Shinso would laugh at the jokes she made, and Y/N would cry inside at his cute giggle. A few times, someone would recognise them and ask for a photo or autograph.

Right now, someone was saying how Y/N's collab with WatchTetsutetsu was so funny and they hoped she did it again. Y/N lifted her shoulders and went along with it.

Meanwhile, Shinso was paying for the half of the groceries he was buying. Y/N had finished her own and took photos with her fan. At one point, the fan pointed to Shinso, making Y/N shake her head and hands frantically. Shinso wondered what they were talking about.

He approached her with the cart in hand. Y/N saw him and quickly waved her hands to the fan. "Anyway, I have to go now. But it was great meeting you." She said sweetly as the fan walks off with a big grin.

Shinso peered down at her. Y/N looked back up at him. "We should get going now. I have to drop you off by 5:45 or else Bakugou will come for my ass." He stated, already pushing the shopping cart to the exit of the market.

Y/N quickly followed behind, tilting her head. "Did Bakugou threaten you at the door or something?" She questioned with a low tone. She already knew the answer to this one.

"Of course he did." Shinso told her, shaking his head, "But I had to remind him that this was a grocery shopping spree. Not some date."

Y/N nodded her head, sipping her drink for a moment. "Right."

A few moments later, they were in the parking lot.

"It seems like a lot of people can recognise you easily, huh?" Shinso said, pushing the shopping cart towards his car.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders with both her drink and Shinso's in her hands. "I guess. I mean, I'm not a masked streamer at all." She stated, handing Shinso his drink as she sipped hers, "And a lot of them recognised your face, Shinso."

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, heh." He joked, unlocking his car boot.

Y/N helped put the shopping in his boot and chuckles back, "Who wouldn't want to see your face, Shinso?"

It took him a while to process what she had said. And then he glances at her. "You really think so?" He asked as she heaved the last bag into the boot.

"Um..." Y/N cleared her throat, face feeling warmer. Luckily, Shinso couldn't tell. "Well, yeah... You are pretty attractive, Shinso..."

He closed the boot, smiling to himself before moving towards the driver's seat. "Thanks. You are too, Y/N." He complimented, heading into the car.

Y/N gulped for a moment before getting into the passengers seat. "Thank you."

At home, Y/N opened the door to see Bakugou and Kirishima in the living room, watching some war movie. They peered over to her, Kirishima waving and Bakugou taking a drink from his beer. "I'm home!" Y/N called out, immediately hearing the patting against the wooden floor.

She gasped, kneeling down as Shinso closed the door behind him, "Dai-chan! Awe, I missed you so much!"

She then helped Shinso put her groceries on the kitchen bench. Daisuke followed behind them, jumping onto the couch Kirishima and Bakugou were on and laying on the armrest beside Kirishima, who pat him softly. "I got your spices, Katsuki, the ones you like." Y/N spoke, pulling the things out.

Shinso helped, asking her where to put everything. Y/N then put away the bags she used, thanking Shinso for the help. She then bounced towards the boys, leaning over the couch space in between their shoulders.

"Look what I got!" She giggled, Shinso standing a few feet away from her, petting Daisuke too. He smiled at the cat. "Shinso took me to this electronics shop with video games and I got the newest Spider-Man game! The one with Miles Morales!"

Kirishima took the case into his hands. "Damn, I didn't know this was out yet!" He exclaimed, turning around to her, "Can I play this too?"

"Of course, Eiji!" She responds, ruffling his downed hair, "You have a separate account on my console, remember? Both you and Katsuki, but he's boring and doesn't play anything other than gorey shooter games."

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Because nothing can beat them, dumbass." He retorts.

Y/N stands up, looking towards Shinso. He turned back to her, sheepishly pulling away from Daisuke. "Thanks for today, Shinso, it was fun." She said walking him to the door.

"Yeah, we should do this again." He said, unconsciously at that. He was already at the door, turning around to her. He was met with Y/N smiling softly.

She tilted her head. "That'd be nice. I don't mind going on another grocery run with you." She stated, hands behind her back.

Shinso sighed out, nodding his head, "Oh, right. So, I should get going, before the ice cream melts." He turned around, already heading to his car.

Y/N waved at him. "See you on Sunday, Shinso!" She shouted out.

"On Sunday!" He said back, smirking as he opening his car door.

Y/N headed back inside, heading upstairs to change. After a few moments, she came back downstairs and took out her drink she saved in the fridge. Kirishima moved to the side to let Y/N sit in between them, Diasuke crawling his way to her lap.

"So, what's on?" She questioned, only for Kirishima to start texting on his phone.

Fun Fact: Y/N's cat, Daisuke, was a gift from Kaminari once she hit 500k followers. The reason she calls him 'Daisuke' is because it means 'great help', since the first week of owning him (when the cat was nameless) Y/N would be woken up by Daisuke before Bakugou could barge into her room, or scratch at her pants when someone was at the door and she had her headphones on. Daisuke lived up to his name. And Y/N calls him 'Dai-chan' (great) because she thinks the cat is just that.

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