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deadtiredghost · 6 months ago

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oh sorry I meant your opinion on the character.

I love all the turtles but have differing opinions of them across itterations.

Raphael is such a great character with so much potential and I think that this potential isnt explored enough in any of the series really - though I think the same about all the characters really. I know there is only so much you can include in a kids series etc. which is why we have fanfiction!

Obviously everyone associates Raph with anger issues, but I really dont; I think the first thing that comes to mind when I think of Raph is protectiveness and sensitivity. Raphael definately has issues with regulating his emotions but not much more than any of the other turtles tbh. The main issue with his 'anger' is that he resorts to violence first while others like Leo or 2012 Donnie resort to shouting first. ya know? Siblings argue and are competitive, especially when you live in the sewers with no one but your father and brothers for company. They're teenagers who only really have each other, so of course they're gonna act kinda odd and sometimes innapropriate to us - humans who have grown up in normal society.

When it comes to the canon relationships, I can't see Raph with a human. full stop, I personally dont see him attracted romantically to humans. I enjoyed 12!RaphMona, I like the fact that Raph crushes on a woman who can beat him up, its cute and their relationship is cute puppylove which is refreshing, but I enjoyed it more as an idea than the actual episodes that were shown, sorry I cant get over the betrayal (he deserves to be happy tho). Would have loved more episodes about Mona adjusting to earth - or Raph trying to learn her language and adorably mispronouncing her actual name. On the other hand 03!Raph aromantic anyone? anyone? just me? okay.

favourite itteration of Raph: I love them all equally!(lie) I would love to say I love them all equally but my favourite always will be: 'Don vs. Raph' by Jhonen Vasquez from SDCC (check it out)

In a brief few words I'll include my thoughts across the cartoon series:

(in retrospect: this is not brief. I wrote much more than I intended rip.)

(tldr: I like the Raphs and want more content about them.)

1987 - uses sarcasm and insults as a defense mechanism because they have lived in a world that continuously rejects them despite saving it over and over. When they meet the other itterations in crossovers they are delegated to 'comedic relief' and no one takes them seriously. So of course they're annoyed about everything half the time. Despite this they are probably the only 'passive' Raphael and can take an insult but doesnt enjoy fighting physically - though this doesnt mean they are incapable of it, they're still a ninja. the 1987 slander is large and unjustified, it's great. There is also not a day goes by that I remember that Raph chose to spend their 'last moments' playing superhero for humans who will never accept them - i think this reflects all the Raph's really. they dont want to be monsters they want to be accepted by humans deep down, even if part of them resents humans for all that they have put them through

2003 - his accent and whole demenour is 'cause he enjoyed movies with characters similar to how he presents himself growing up - obvi. I think he would be that judgemental and protective wine aunt over Casey and April's kids. We know he has a soft spot for kids across all the itterations and he would be every kid's favourite babysitter. He is a wine drinker not a beer drinker and no one can convince me otherwise. Casey thought he was an adult for like at least a year because of the way he sounds and talks, and Casey only realised he was a teenager because Raph rejected a beer etc. Raph was a stickler for 'health' as a teenager - like paranoid about junk food, smoking and drinking fucking up his health and ability to fight etc. As an adult he might drink recreationally but I still see him and Leo as the paranoid ones about 'drinking too much' and getting caught unawares by their enemies. or something.

Honestly though on the first watchthrough of 2003 I was happy that they made Raph progressively get more mellow and all that, becuase 2012 Raph's 'anger issues' were handled so badly. But now as an adult I was like... he deserves to be more angry if anything. Like with everything they go through all the turtles realistically should get more and more emotional as they react to the trauma of everything going on in their lives. So I would like to see more fanfic of Raph in 2003 dealing with his emotions which are too strong to control after the series is over, and how he deals with controlling his emotions. He is impulsive and nearly gets himself or everyone else killed quite a few times - I think this is key. We know his greatest fear is himself becoming the person who hurts his family, so I think this self-loathing is a part of how he deals with his anger issues. His main driving force for everything he does is how he wants to protect his family. But is self-loathing a stable and sustainable way to deal with your emotional issues? You decide!

2007 - following on from that, I see 07!Raph as very similar, especially if 07 follows on from the 1990 movies. Raph is depressed and in denail and becoming a vigilante is just as much out of some obligation he feels to justify his existence (to prove he isn't a monster,) and a way to vent his frustrated emotions at everyone and everything. He is angry with Splinter for sending Leo away but Splinter is his father who (is a bit of a shit dad in the movie lets be honest) demands perfection and respect, he is angry with Leo for leaving and never taking their emotions into account (all four of them have been together their entire life, they have never spent a significant amount of time away from each other and something bad could happen to Leo without Raph knowing or being there to protect them), he is angry at Donnie for being gifted the 'leader role' when Raph barely just adjusted to listening to everything Leo said and hates being told what to do by anyone; his dad, his older brother let alone his younger brother/twin (however you want to see their relationship). He is resentful of his brothers for 'making' him be a vigilante alone and he is angry with himself the most for being unable to adjust to this change and for feeling like if Nightwatcher is taken away from him he might have a breakdown -(he will have no outlet for his emotions). Raph = Angry Angsty Emo Boi. But he is still Raph and he is still soft on the inside, he is just a little traumatised from everything and needs therapy. Unfortunately therapy doesn't work if you dont actively want to change.

2012 - the audhd is strong with this one. Unfortunately when I see 12!Raph I just see myself *sob*. This entire family is so traumatised and have no adults in their life that they can rely on. I said his 'anger issues' were handled the worst: I stedfast believe that his 'anger issues' were simply undiagnosed neurodivergence and that the majority of his emotional outbursts were ENTIRELY JUSTIFIED. His entire family call him the 'angry one' and tread on egg shells around him a lot of the time waiting for him to blow up or just expecting him to and having really irritating (to me) reactions to his emotions. for example, when Mikey ruins his stuff on purpose and Leo just tells Raph that 'posessions are fleeting' or whatever. Like sometimes Mikey is just teasing and riling Raph up to get a reaction, normal sibling behaviour, but sometimes they just go overboard - case en point, Leo's comics being used as toilet paper which he then proceeds to beat Mikey up for. All his brothers piss him off sometimes (on purpose I might add) but there is a big difference between a snide comment and ruining someone's possession methinks. I wouldn't do that to my bro and he wouldn't do that to me - but I understand that the turtles grew up with no one but each other and that Mikey tries to joke around for a laugh and/or attention sometimes. But Splinter singles out Raph in training and nothing that anyone says or does actually helps Raph in his attempts to control his emotions. Not out of maliciousness or anything, just that they dont understand him or incorrectly assume where the anger is coming from (in Splinter's case I think he sees himself and all his own flaws in Raph, clouding his judgement). But ya, Raph's emotional crutch was venting to Spike who was his only friend and his beloved pet... and we all know how that turned out. But also he probably doesn't do the same with Chompy because of how Slash turned out. I think he consciously realises that he only talked shit about his family to Spike and thats why Spike incorrectly assumed he hated his family and was better without them, so now, he consciously choses not to do that. I like to think that after everything the entire family get better coping mechanisms becuase April's dad is a therapist, please by god let him be useful for once. 12!Raph is incredibly protective and incredibly paranoid and rightly so with how their lives have gone, but it isnt a sustainable mindset and he will run himself dry with that if he continutes - much like his brothers.

2018 - this is such a fun take on what things might be like if Raph was the eldest! I like to think that biologically Leo and Donnie are older than Raph but Splinter just aged them based on how big they were and how their development went (Raph talked first or something). Raph is more responsible but still the headstrong idiot that we know and love. I think the protectiveness is inherent to all Raph's and all that, but that deffo stems from an accident in his childhood. I'm thinking he got angry or overstimulated and hurt one of his brothers because he is so much bigger and spikier, which leads Splinter to giving him a few books on anger issues or child psychology - this could also be a fun source of Mikey's interest in psychology. Donnie is canonically ASD and Mikey is canonically ADHD, I think Splinter got some parenting books on neurodivergent kids and helped Raph with his own emotional issues better than in the other itterations. Either that or Raph is repressing, repressing repressing - both ideas are fun to write! But then Raph's whole 'Savage' thing, which stems from getting lost in the tunnels as a kid - we have seen before that mutants can go feral when left alone over time like 12!Splinter. etc. ALSO! never forget that Draxum created them as super soldiers which might imply that they have some propensity for violence ingrained in their DNA and all that - possibly why he used animals instead of humans at first.

Raph also probably had no strict education along with the rest of his siblings, and they all definately grew up on more modern tv which I think separates them from their counterparts a bit - more chaotic than uniform. They get that from their father of course. 18 makes jokes that are self aware and this leads me to believe that Raph is very aware of his issues "tire, laceface - my emotional crutches" he has plushies and physical affection that he relies on to help his self-esteem issues (the clothing episode "i'm a disaster" as soon as he faces a tiny amount of criticism). It's all reading really nerodivergent to me - wouldn't supprise me is every single one of the 18!turtles had issues with rejection sensitive dysphoria.

Raph has eldest dughter syndrome of course but I firmly reject the idea that Splinter was neglectful as a father when they were kids and Raph was parentified, because it's canon that Splinter was involved in his kids lives and did a lot of things with them, including lemonade stands which would have to be playing protend as they were in the sewers, and the Lair Games. But Raph is shown to not really know how to deal with his bros (such as using a baby voice with Donnie and trying to baby Mikey etc). I do not think that my beloved Red raised these chaotic motherfuckers.That being said when they got into their teens they become more independent etc. sneaking around as to not worry their dad (same as 2003 where they go against their dad's orders to stay home multiple times) and there is clear evidence for emotional neglect, especially with the twins. (personal info here: I have an anxious attachment style, but both my parents were present and doting my entire life, they were just not exactly what I needed etc. and worked 24/7 throughout my childhood - I see Splinter to my dad, down to the depressed infront of the TV 24/7 as I got older.) Splinter clearly loves his sons, but with Leo being so similar to Splinter personality wise (similar to 12!Raph I think that Splinter has a hard time connecting because he sees everything he hates about himself but of course he loves it in his son and conflicting emotions etc.) and Donnie having a very independent and headstrong personality, I think Splinter misstepped and needs to fix it properly, but wasnt entire shit.

MM - mutant mayhem Raph looks fucking hillarious and I'm so excited to see him in the series. Easily knew I would love him from the trailer and after watching the movie he looks like he has a great relationship with his bros, even if he can be critical of Leo - which is just teenager behaviour. I loved that in MM the turtles acted like kids, because they are kids and thats how kids act. I also anticipate that Raph might be a bit insensitive while getting absorbed in his own things, which I was thinking would be a fun conflict to write of course. He just wants to beat people up and I love that.

Mikey: you have a violence problem

Raph: it's not a problem; its a solution!

#tmnt #tmnt raphael #1987 raphael #2003 raph #raphael 2003 #2007 raph #2012 raph #2012 raphael #2018 raph #rottmnt raph #rottmnt splinter #mutant mayhem raph #i have a lot of feelings and opinions #fanfiction is my safe haven #we need more of this darling little gremlin #raph has audhd and i take no criticisms #why is there no autistic raphael tag - smh take e back to ao3 #send asks!#canon character rambles

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starsreminisce · 7 months ago

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Hiii!!! I love your blog so much 😍😍😍.

I have a question for you: Do you think SJM could have Elucien reject their bond without exploring it? I feel like for Elriel to have a book, the bond would have to be rejected early on so the story can focus on Azriel and Elain and whatever plot SJM chooses, just like she did for feysand in ACOMAF. It would be weird for Elain to explore the bond and get to know Lucien while building her relationship with Az at the same time. Especially when it’s supposed to be a dual POV. If she’s dealing with both, they both should have their pov as well for it to make sense - in my humble opinion.

Hello! Thank you so much for your kind words!

Short answer: no.

This isn't just Elain's bond to Lucien; it's also Lucien's bond to Elain. As you mentioned with Feyre, she underwent a process of understanding her relationships with Tamlin and then with Rhys, eventually discerning the differences between the two.

We see a similar exploration with characters like Aelin, Rowan, Lysandra, Chaol, and, to some extent, Bryce with Connor and Ithan with Bryce.

When SJM introduces a new character as a love interest, there's typically a lightbulb moment that reveals why one person wouldn't work and then segues into why another would.

Remember Az's bonus chapter?

Personally, a rejected mating bond would have been included as part of Elain's early healing journey. We would have been introduced to this concept in ACOSAF as it sets up the trajectory for the next couple of books.

Consider the dinner scene where Elain attempted to join the conversation but faced challenges, particularly when Amren tells her she can't be human anymore. While the reasons behind Elain's inquiry may remain ambiguous (small talk, genuine interest, existential crisis, powers), Amren later confirms that Elain isn't okay. Then we have Lucien dropping off the presents. We could have been given insight into Elain's potential rejection during Feyre's confrontation, either through Feyre's speculation or Elain's hints, yet it's Mor who reassures Feyre that they just need time and things will work out. Happiness doesn't seem to be part of a rejected mating bond equation—not when it haunts her, not when it drives Lucien to madness, not even when she senses his death.

How will the story proceed with only two perspectives in the next book, considering ACOSF sets the stage for a different narrative structure? It's worth contemplating the trajectory of Elain and Lucien's journey together as they pine over different people while processing their bond. What happens next? Will the following book be a quad POV because their HEA hasn't been realized yet, or will it solely focus on Elain, leaving Lucien's fate uncertain?

I recall reading an Elriel's comment about SJM writing them into a corner. I can't relate—she made the road to Elucien pretty clear to me.

And if she had forgotten that the bond could be rejected until ACOSF, then isn't it telling that she had no plans for it at all?

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien

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luvcryo · 2 years ago

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Hopes and Dreams

Yoimiya x GN! Reader

Contains: Sickfic, best friends to lovers, confession, not proofread,

Word count: 800~ I was originally writing something for Ayaka but the last thing I posted was for her so I figured I should probably write foe a different character.

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"You should have told me you were sick!" Yoimiya took your hand in hers and pouts. "I missed you!" You turn your head quickly at the close proximity and hope that the growing heat you feel on your face isn't too noticeable.

"Didn't want you to worry about me. And I didn't want you to come over and end up getting yourself sick as well- like you're doing now." You reach for the glass of water on the nightstand.

"I know, I know, but I don't care about that. I can't have my best friend sick in bed and just do nothing about it! I can at least cook for you."

You struggle to come up with a response as your mind wanders- when you hear the word "best friend" come out of her mouth it feels like you're being rejected.

You've thought about just telling her how you feel, in fact, every time you get 'friend zoned', the words 'I love you' nearly slip from your throat. You want to get it off your chest, but you don't want to ruin the close friendship you already have.

When you hear her voice, you hope you can hear it every morning. When she takes your hand in hers, you hope the feeling of your heart racing and the butterflies in your stomach never stop. When you see her smile, you wish you could press your lips against hers. Is that all it is? Hopes? Wishes? Dreams?

Yoimiya notices your silence. "Hey, what's got you so quiet?"

Once again, those words want to escape, but you can't quite bring yourself to let them. "I think I'm just.. tired."

She watched you for a moment. Had she seen through your lie? She raises her hand to her chin and closes her eyes. She's so cute. "Alright! You get some rest, and I'll start a soup for you!"

You'll never admit it, but you hope she never leaves.

She stands, stretching her arms out.

Maybe, if you sleep, you'll dream of her.

♤--♤

Your eyes flutter open as you take in the gentle light of the full moon. Atop the nightstands sits a steaming bowl of soup. You sit up and look to the other side of your bed, and that's when you realize.

She's still here.

Leaning on the arm of the chair, hair falling over one of her eyes, and her lips slightly parted. She looks angelic in moonlight.

You start to reach out to her, but she shifts. You pull back and reach for the soup instead.

"Oh good! You're awake! I hope you don't mind me staying over- I was going to leave before it got too dark but I must have fallen asleep." She laughs.

"No- no it's alright, I wouldn't want you to walk home in the middle of the night. Thank you for making this."

Usually, sitting in silence with Yoimiya is comfortable- if you ever get her to stop talking, of course. But right now, it feels awkward. There's tension. At least, you think there's tension. Maybe you've gotten your hopes up.

"Um- I was wondering- there's this little café in the city, I've heard it has really good dango that even the Raiden Shogun approves of! I've wanted to go for a while now, and it'd be pretty lame to go to a café all by myself so- would you go with me?" You've never seen Yoimiya so.. flustered. She fiddles with the ribbon on her wrist, and her eyes are glued to the ground.

Is this the dream you wished for? You pinch your hand. It's not a dream.

You hesitate to ask, maybe she's asking you out to a café as.. friends– "Is this.. is this a date?"

"Yes! You can say no- I understand! But let me say this first. I've loved you for so long, I can't remember a time when I woke up and didn't wish you were by my side. I always feel so secure around you. I love that I can make you happy. And I want to keep doing that. If that means staying as your friend, I'm okay with that! But I love you, and- and If you want to, I want to be something more."

You try to answer, still in shock from the confession. "Yes- I love you too, Yoimiya."

A moment passes as she looks at you. This time, it's her hand reaching out. She rests it against your cheek and she leans forward. You give a small nod, and as her lips grace yours, you hope the feeling never ends even as you pull away.

#tea's works🌸#genshin x reader #genshin #yoimiya x reader #yoimiya #genshin yoimiya #yoimiya x gender neutral reader #genshin impact #anime

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legolasghosty · 2 years ago

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HELLO MY LOVE!! please that Alex eyeliner 3+1 fic and Willie gets a gender crisis 👀👀👀 they all sound so good!!

HELLO MY LOVE!!!! Yes of course!!!

Okay, the Alex Eyeliner fic is basically 3 times Alex helps his people with their eyeliner and 1 time they helped him with his! Featuring Reggie who wants to wear eyeliner but can't stay still enough to do it himself, someone being a jerk to Julie(they shall die for this offense) and Alex helping her get back up, and Willie having a mix of stage fright and dysphoria. The +1 is like 2 paragraphs at the moment, but I'm hoping it will be all of Alex's people hyping him up for a gig that his parents may or may not be coming to.

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“But if we have to cancel stuff just because of me, that’s not good for you and the guys,” Julie protested, a fresh round of tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Hey, remember when we canceled practice for the whole weekend after my parents flipped out about me being gay?” Alex pointed out. “Or when we turned down that club gig cause all the drinking was making Reg uncomfortable? Or the week we did only acoustic stuff cause anything louder was too much for Bobby? Or the zillion times we’ve shortened or canceled stuff cause of Luke getting every illness known to man?”

Julie let out a watery chuckle and nodded. “He really does catch everything, doesn’t he.”

“Definitely,” Alex agreed. “See, what’s the difference between that and you having hard grief days? You’re not holding us back. Everyone has off days, even the professionals. But you’re Julie Molina, no way are you gonna let that stop you from doing whatever the heck you want with your life.”

Willie Gets A Gender Crisis is a full-on projection fic. I wrote it last February apparently? It really just needs an ending and it's good to go. Huh, I thought there was more missing than that. Who knew?

Anyways, Willie being like, "Boy.... no. But not Girl... so.... ???" and Alex being amazing and supportive. Just me projecting my gender confusion onto the comfort characters :D

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"It's just…" Willie started, then trailed off. Where did he even start?

"Take your time, baby. I have all the time in the world for you," Alex reassured him.

Willie smiled, both at the pet name and at Alex's words. He took a deep breath and tried again. "Do you ever… do you ever feel like you're not really a guy?"

He heard Alex's quick inhale and braced himself, waiting for rejection. For Alex to get up and leave, or tell Willie he was being insane, or that there was something wrong with him.

But… "Do you?" was the response. Soft, and hushed, accompanied by a gentle squeeze of Willie's hand. Huh, so Alex wasn't freaking out about it? Well, not yet at least?

Thank you for the ask!!! These are both such fun fics!!! I really need to finish them.....

(Ask me questions about any of my wips that intrigue you!)

#legolas tag #legolas answers asks #Alex helping his friends with their eyeliner my beloved #Where did the idea come from?#I have no clue #but it's so soft!#I love it for him and his people #lol I forgot just how much of a projection fic that gender fic is...#good times!#sorry for how long it took me to answer this!

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artemis32 · 2 years ago

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Okay. Now Dg as Yandere x s/o reader 😈

Yandere DG I

He's not my favourite character, but I can't deny it, he's hot

Requests are open, please spam me, I'm bored

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Lookism Masterlist

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Girl run.

That’s literally the only piece of advice I could give if we’re talking about DG as a romantic yandere.

The worst of it isn’t that he’s obsessed and borderline crazy. No. The worst part is that you won’t even really notice it until it’s too late to leave.

He starts off so sweet, the picture of a perfect gentleman.

Flowers, gifts, romantic dates, lovely sugarcoated words - lies, sweet smiles and passionate kisses and embraces.

He truly is the perfect other half you’ve been looking for - or so you thought.

There are two versions of events: how you met him, and how he met you. Really, you shouldn’t be so comfortable and sure of who you let into your life. You never know who someone really is until it’s too late.

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You met DG while you were out with friends.

Before he became a famous idol, a short while before his debut, he was parading about with his fellow trainees in a hidden little restaurant, tucked away in a side street far from the bustling main street a few feet away.

The group of trainees, tired and happy for their much needed day off, had taken refuge at a table pushed far into the corner of the restaurant, DG sitting in the corner, facing the entrance of the restaurant.

They’d already finished their meals by the time you’d arrived, wrapped up in a thick scarf and coat to ward off the cold.

You were accompanied by two or three friends, not that he paid them much mind.

Breathlessly, you had taken a seat at one of the tables near the front of the restaurant, unwrapping the thick scarf to reveal your face, split with a wide smile.

Your small group laughed and spoke, pausing momentarily to order before continuing.

The sudden silence leaves you confused, that is until you turn and spot possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen standing behind you.

He would introduce himself in a calm, cool tone, telling you about how he saw you from across the room and had to take the chance to introduce himself to such a lovely lady.

Words meant to woo you - and they work. Both you and your friends find him charming. You don’t question why a handsome man decided to greet you out of the blue - you were never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Because of that, you don't reject him when he asks to see you again.

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The first date is memorable, as first dates usually are. He takes you on a picnic in one of the most beautiful nature reserves you've ever seen. Everything is covered with a light sprinkle of snow, but the two of you remain comfortably warm underneath a heated outdoor patio.

He's the perfect gentleman, doing everything exactly right. It almost seems like he's able to read your mind, everything going exactly as you'd hoped.

One date turns into two, and then another, and another after that.

Soon enough, the two of you are inseparable.

He lives on a very busy schedule but always seems to have time available for you.

Sometimes he plans to see you in advance, other times he'll show up unannounced to whisk you away for a quick lunch date or coffee run.

Regardless of how busy he is, he seems to put you first, pushing aside any and all responsibilities in favour of spending time with you. Honestly, he’s a wonderful boyfriend, someone you could really see yourself staying with for a long time.

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DG met you a year and a half before he actually introduced himself.

It was some hot summer day and he remembered so clearly how beautiful you looked in the first moment he saw you - you had been wearing a dress, one he was sure to compliment you on in the far future.

You had been so happy that day, smiling so widely, laughing and joking with one of your friends.

Of course in that moment he couldn’t have said anything to you, even if he had wanted to - he had been working with Gun at that moment, and the last thing he’d wanted to do was draw Gun’s attention to you.

So he ignored you and went about his business, only come back at a later stage, this time without Gun, prepared to learn everything he possibly could about you.

In that year and a half before he introduced himself, he obsessed over you, day and night, for months. He spent all that time learning as much about you as he could. His reasoning was sound - he had to get to know you, he couldn’t afford to slip up and have you reject him.

And he was so grateful that he had done that. He learnt so much about you, things that he would probably not have known - things that may have ended up pushing you away from him.

For example, you didn’t like cocky people, so he had to tone it down a bit whenever he was around you, putting on the façade of a humble man, content and reserved.

He learnt about other, more trivial things, like your favourite foods and your hobbies, certain characteristics and behaviors of yours that he studied extensively.

Truly, by the time he actually introduced himself - in the café you visited weekly - he knew more about you than you probably knew about yourself.

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He doesn’t really become crazy until nearly two years into your relationship. By that time, you’re comfortable around him, having been lulled into a somewhat false sense of security.

The changes in his behaviour and treatment of you start slowly. He makes small suggestions, little pieces of advice that seem to logical to deny.

Do you really have to go out with your friends today? You saw them last week - and now that I’m an idol, is it really safe for you to go out all the time? There may be some crazy fangirls out there who see you as competition.

That made sense - you didn’t really have to go out to lunch with all of your friends anyway, you could always see them some other time.

Do you really need a job? I make enough money for the both of us - it would make me feel a lot better if you take some time off, just for a little bit.

Naturally, a little bit of time slowly turned into you being unemployed. The same goes for your education - you’ve been studying so hard, don’t you think you deserve a small break?

He isolates you so gradually that you barely realise it until it’s too late. You have no where to go, no one to turn to except him. Not that that’s a bad thing, he takes such good care of you. He loves you.

And he does love you, that much is true. You’re beautiful, funny, intelligent (not as much as him), trusting and kind. You’re everything he wants and more.

It’s unlikely that you’d see any of his negative traits unless you push him too far - he tries to leave his anger and pessimistic thoughts at the door, never involving you in his problems.

The only way you’d push his patience is if you pestered him about leaving, for any reason - to see your friends, to get a job, to leave him. Or if you bugged him about his work, the things he did outside of being an idol.

He’s willing to give you a lot, but Telling you about what he does isn’t something he ever planned on sharing with you, ever.

The fact that he knows you so well also means that he can predict a lot of the things you’ll say and do, so oftentimes he can intervene before you say something you might regret.

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If you were to ever try and leave him - whether because you realised how manipulative and controlling he is, or because you found out what kind of business he was involved in - he would act quickly, locking you away and cutting off any remaining contact you may have had with anyone other than him.

Honestly, you shouldn’t complain. He provided you with plenty - clothing, food, a gorgeous apartment, trips all over the world, really anything your heart desired. All he asked for in return was that you loved him - that included keeping yourself out of his personal affairs.

You would end up giving in, feeling guilty for prying.

Overall he’s not a bad boyfriend- he treats you very well and he really does care for you, but he is a horrible yandere - manipulative, calculating, possessive.

He’s also the king of gas-lighting, twisting your words, making himself out to be the victim. And praying that he’ll get bored of you won’t work either, not when he put so much work into making sure you loved him.

On the bright side, he’d never turn violent. He sticks to purely mental games when it comes to you - whether or not that’s worse, you can decide.

#lookism #yandere #dark content #female reader #yandere dg x reader #dg x reader #dg lookism #yandere dg

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skiyoosmi · 4 years ago

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post-break up heartaches

verse 1. in the car that used to drive us to our home

⤷ kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru — more characters coming soon

⤷ verse 2 | verse 3

⤷ play. never let me go by ghostly kisses, forget about us by clinton kane

commissions: open

⇢ KUROO sighs for the umpteenth time of the day. he was so fucking exhausted and his body's about to give in to sleep any moment now. work has been beating his ass; there was this newbie who kept on messing up the documents needed by the board and for the whole day, he had to be the one to fix said issues. it's not like he wasn't paid enough for that; if anything, his paycheck was one of the most beautiful things he laid his eyes on— but god, even his body has its own limits and yet...

"ya.... yer not supposed to do this anymore. y-ya left me, remember?" you slurred, index finger pointing right at his chest as he circled his arms around your waist, huffing as you practically dropped all your weight on him. here he was, suddenly given the task of having to take you home after your supposed-to-be designated driver, miya fucking atsumu, also drank his brains out with you.

"be patient. still heartbroken because of you, y'know?" kenma softly tells him despite the tipsy feeling lurking in the back of his mind, shaking his head as he looked at you, whose system finally shut down and were now dozing off in the black haired man's arms.

"..... still?" he mumbles, looking down at your figure and he feels his heart contract with pain all over again.

"you can't expect her to be fine immediately, kuroo. it was your wedding day, supposed to be the greatest day of her life and yet it became the worst one... you left her at the altar alone."

he didn't reply anything— or rather, he was unable to. because what can he say to refute the truth? nothing. instead, he proceeded to his car with you still in his hold. he places you on the passenger seat, locking the seatbelts before jogging to the driver's side.

the car ride was calm as you slept soundly with your head occasionally hitting the window lightly as it swayed from side to side. he was sure as hell that if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even have the thought of seeing him cross your mind. he just knows for sure that you despise him with your whole being... at least, that's what he thought until...

"i'm sorry, tetsu. please come back," you whimper in your seat, voice quiet but he heard it nonetheless, "tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it."

the pitiful sounds and mumbles you made struck kuroo right in the heart and which makes him pull over an empty but safe road, just a block away from your (previously shared) apartment. looking over your form, he finds himself reaching out to touch your face, caressing your cheeks as drops of tears fell down slowly on them, "you didn't do anything wrong. you were fine. you were so perfect."

you squint your eyes at him, probably wondering if this was real or just a part of your drunken imagination. nonetheless, you hiccuped, "y-you... you left me and i... i still can't even bring myself to hate you... i just wanna ask you why? i just want to understand."

he thought he also knew the reason why but every single time he thinks about it, he's only led to one conclusion: because he was a coward. no way was this any of your fault— it's definitely not your fault that right at that moment, as he stared at the mirror, wearing the black suit you chose for him, the sudden fear of commitment loomed over him. it's not like it was your fault he suddenly got scared of losing you the way his parents lost each other. but now he thinks it's ironic, because he lost you anyway.

maybe... just maybe, if he had just met you where you stood at the altar, instead of leaving you alone in it, maybe he would've been happier. maybe his days would've started more with a smile from you as you helped him fix his necktie before going to work. maybe, the working hours he spends in the shitty corporate world would've been more worth it if it meant he can come home to you at the end of the day. maybe... maybe he wouldn't have to be stuck with this lump in his throat as he wonders what could've been happening if he just chose to show up and vowed his life to you.

but he didn't.

"i realized i wasn't just ready to tie my life with anyone yet. that's all there is to it, yn."

so with a heavy feeling stuck in his chest and a quiet promise to never see you again for the sake of not hurting you further, he starts the car's engine again, ignoring the words you replied but he was sure they will haunt him for a very long time... again.

i can wait for you no matter how long it takes, tetsu, you know that.

⇢ OIKAWA gives you what seems like a guilty smile as he stands in front of you, opening his arms and gesturing you to come closer. but the stoic expression on your face takes him back to the reality that the last thing you wanted to do today was to actually fetch him from the airport. it just so happens that his three best friends were caught up with work that they had no choice but to send you, the main ex-bestfriend slash ex-girlfriend, to him.

why did you agree when you practically loathe him with your whole being? well, it was probably because you weren't the devil who would reject your friends when they were literally on their knees as they begged you and for some reason, you thought he'll look pitiful going back to his home country after five years with no one to welcome him. yeah, that's it. it's not like you're still in love with him or anything.

"my car's just around the corner," you begrudgingly walk towards the car park with him quietly following. at the moment, he knew better than to get on your nerves or else there would be war. he hates that this happened to the both of you but he can't blame anyone else but himself. because who wouldn't hate their ex-boyfriend if they suddenly broke up with them over a phone call?

tension filled the car as you both sat beside each other. perhaps, this was what other people were talking about when they say that it's impossible for exes to be friends again, to not feel any awkwardness because you were sure as hell that the word "awkward" was an understatement of your situation right now. nevertheless, your eyes couldn't help but wander to his figure as he adjusted his body, opting for a more comfortable position in the passenger's seat.

he looked more youthful and you felt bittersweet— proud that his whole aura screams of "success" which meant that gone were the days where he longed to get that winter cup trophy, nor the times when he overworked himself and put a strain on his knee which led to countless arguments with you. if anything, he looked happier and it sucks because you're not even close to feeling that way... not without him.

"i heard you've finally gotten yourself your own condominium? that's great, yn!" he exclaimed as soon as you began driving to your destination, a hope lit within him that maybe you might just respond to him. just one smile, that's all i need, he thinks.

but you remain focused on your driving, choosing to reply with a single nod and a soft "yeah..."

disappointment fills his heart as he faces the truth that your relationship has really been ruined, along with your friendship. all because he was foolish to think that he couldn't handle the physical distance between you two. realization dawns upon him that he just made that same distance worse as you pull your heart further away from him.

"... i actually bought it for the two of us, you know?" he whips his head to your direction in surprise, heart clenching as he watch you let out a sad chuckle, "i just... i thought it would be nice if we had a place to permanently stay at and for you to have a home to go to when you're at japan. but yeah... i guess things doesn't go our way sometimes, does it?"

"i'm sor—"

"it's okay. i'm fine now," you quickly reply, shaking your head but keeping your eyes on the road. he tries to ignore the tears that start to form in them because he has no right to stop them, knowing full well that he was the one who caused them in the first place.

as if on cue, you halt your vehicle in front of a familiar apartment and much to your dismay, you find yourself looking back in the past when you used to live in that same place, making wonderful memories with the chocolate haired lad with you. you clear your throat to stop the sob that desperately attempts to escape your throat, "uhm... we're here."

"oh, yeah. we're here," he numbly states, already missing you despite the mere inches of space separating the two of you. you just felt so far away and he hates it. but this was the path he chose so he gets out of your car along with his things, turning to you once more, "uhh... thanks for the ride, yn. i know you probably hate me but yeah... it's very nice of you to put that past us and i guess i just want to say sorry for hurting you... i just..."

"i don't hate you, tooru," you softly tell him, "i just don't want anything to do with you anymore. to see you this happy, without me, is like a slap in the face because i'm not. it still hurts and i'm not fine. i just hope this will be the last time we'll see each other. be safe on your trip back to argentina. welcome home."

and with that, you start the car's engine again, no longer having the energy nor the strength to hear his reply. but he wishes you did because as he watches your car drive further away from him, he can't help but wish that he can take back time so that you don't have to go to that condominium and instead, go inside the home you once shared with him.

but i'm not happy, yn. because how could i call this place my home when you're not here with me?

at that moment, unbeknownst to the two hearts that long for each other break at the same time, you finally let out the tears and cries that you've been keeping since you saw him, knowing that no matter how much you try, you'll never be as happy as you were with him— simply because he left you with a hole in your heart that no one else can fill.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo headcanons #oikawa headcanons #haikyuu writings #haikyuu angst #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #haikyuu imagines #post break-up heartaches

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transmutationisms · 2 years ago

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Cam you’re so good at all the motifs, what’s your take on “we’ll have you doing the mail, keep you rattling around” delivered in that awful affectionate voice (and the mirror scene with the ShivRome secretary bit)

okay yes i do have thoughts on this thank you...

so first of all, the other parallel, to me, is in 3x04 when connor brings up shiv's childhood 'post office':

CONNOR: Remember... remember when you had that, uh, play post office? And you used to stamp all the mail that came into the house?

SHIV: Yeah.

CONNOR: This is a little bit like that. Isn't it, Shiv?

so there's this running thing where shiv and kendall specifically are Number One Boy and Daddy's Girl, but they're also relegated to these secretarial roles, and "doing the mail" is sort of representing that whole thing. you're nearby, but you're invisible. you're demeaned by how pointless and insignificant your work is. and logan is rhetorically relegating kendall to the exact role that shiv has been trying to outgrow since childhood.

it's also very interesting in this sense that it's roman (at the beginning of 3x08) and connor (in 3x04) who are the ones reminding shiv of this secretarial/post office role. roman and connor are usually the cast-offs, the useless brothers, the clowns. but here they're acting very much like logan, reinforced when he delivers the "doing the mail" line to kendall at the middle of 3x08.

it's a rare moment where roman perceives himself as being on top, AND connor has some leverage. people talk about the shiv-logan parallels in 3x08 and i do think they're important. but so is this temporary roman-logan parallelism-alliance that's happening.

BUT ALSO. @tomcatwambsgans pointed this out to me, and it's been rotating in my mind ever since: 'chiantishire' is a fascinating episode in that it's packed with these moments where there are these breaches in reality: things that are true but are supposed to be unspoken, and they're said out loud, and it's like the whole world is fracturing. (and this is foreshadowed by billy joel 'honesty' in 3x07.)

so the most obvious example is caroline admitting she didn't want kids. we've had this hinted at before, but like... a mother rejecting the maternal role so openly is, like, tearing a hole in the social fabric. then there's shiv telling tom she doesn't love him.*** matsson "tweeting unverifiable information outside normal disclosure channels". roman sending the dick pic to logan by mistake. logan using iverson as a poison tester. kendall ultimately trying to (physically, literally) break through reality by passively attempting suicide.

all of these things are so destabilising they more or less have to be undone: shiv trying to take back her words the next day, logan trying to get roman to demonstrate normative attraction to kerry, etc. (caroline's betrayal of the kids is the exception here, and also why it's so devastating yet ultimately so satisfying as a season finale.) so 3x08 is in some ways the truest episode of succession, and also the most terrifying for the characters.

so like, reading the logan-kendall dinner in that context, i do think that the affection in logan's voice is true, in his twisted way. i think he loves his kids, i think he loves kendall, i think he really does want him nearby. it's an incredibly harmful and awful and demeaning love, but i think he's genuinely admitting something here. he wants kendall close, and it's painful for him to consider actually losing him.

and that's also fucking devastating for kendall, who has finally. finally. gotten to a point where he can admit he Does want out. he wants freedom, because "we can't do this bullshit forever." for him, that's the breach in reality, admitting that he needs an escape. and he thinks the most awful thing logan can say to him is "yes, i hate you, i want you to leave" but it turns out there's another breach, and it's logan admitting that he loves him. so the truly awful thing logan says, actually, is "no, i love you, i want you to stay".

which means that for kendall, he thinks he’s come to this grand fucking revelation: this needs to end. i’m willing to walk away from the glory, from being the heir apparent. i’m doing what we both need, finally, and we can end this tortured thing between us. and then logan completely undercuts it, prevents kendall from reaching any sort of self-actualisation, and that’s what drives kendall to the semi-suicide attempt. there’s no escape, he’s always going to be the little mailman, and he can’t lie to himself anymore because logan’s finally said it out loud. so there’s nothing for kendall to do but lie down in the water and wait for it to go away.

just... that fucking dinner. it's the one time kendall's not asking for love, and yet he's receiving it, and it’s only to fucking destroy him.

*** i'm not arbitrating whether or not this is true with a capital T. but it's what she's feeling in some sense, and also something she's not supposed to say. so it belongs on this list imo

#the morality arbitration in the dinner scene is also relevant imo but this is too long already lmao #also by breach in reality i Do mean lacan but.. again this is already too long #and also thanks ezra for your big brain <3

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years ago

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I'll confess, the idea that Yoosung was popular in high school and just wasn't interested at the time in dating does make me feel a bit insecure, I guess. I'm like the other anon, I was confessed to once during middle school, but it was also a prank. I've never been popular, and classmates always got my name wrong. I was abandoned as a baby like Rika, taken in a few times, and then adopted at 4, so I have some heavy abandonment anxiety. I had a lover once, but the way they cheated and left me really hit heavy on my rejection and abandonment sensitivity. It made me feel utterly unlovable. I know Yoosung isn't like that, but it's a bit lonely knowing how much more desirable he is than me. Like, if he had been interested in dating back then, his devotion would be with them, you know what I mean? He could have his pick. Why would he even choose someone like me, you know? Might he fancy someone else more than me later on? It's hard for me to get close to people because of these feelings. I guess it's a little embarrassing to admit this... ^^;;

I can understand that feeling of strong insecurity. I went through some similar things and I know how distressing it is to be treated poorly for no reason by the people around you.

However, it's so-so-so important to remember when you ruminate on your experience in the past like this to keep in mind that you can't imagine what might have appeared if you met someone before you know them now. You can't go back to the past and change how you met. You can only know the way that your partner feels for you now and you should have faith in that.

The past cannot be changed. But, the present and the future? Those are in your hands, dear. You can be happy with what you have in the present even while you grieve what you didn't have in the past. Just don't let the feelings of insecurity consume you to the point where it feels like you wouldn't be loved by your favorite character had there been a moment where you were in the same space during that hard time of your life. You can't apply that to people you know now, either, because it discounts what you have right now.

Yeah, maybe things could be different if you knew Yoosung at that time of your life. But, you didn't. You didn't know him during that time of your life and you know him now. Don't feel doubt in his love. That boy adores and admires you. He can't change how he looked at the world in his past, either. His experience might be different than the one you've gone through, for sure. But he can't see you in any way than the way he sees you now.

I'm sorry that you were hurt in the past. Nobody deserves that. You aren't unloveable because of it. You are worthy of love and care from a person that sees you for you. It's hard in this life sometimes, but I want you to know that you are desirable and you will find someone who sees you the way you deserve to be seen one day.

Don't discount yourself because of a few cruel people, okay? Watch how you speak about yourself because words have power. If you say you're trash enough, you'll start to think you're actually trash. Nobody deserves to feel that way. I know it's hard to feel good about yourself, and it takes a lot of care and time to learn how to look in the mirror and like who you see. It's not always sunshine every day when you're learning this process, but you have to remember to be gentle with yourself instead of beating yourself down.

Yoosung loves you because you're you. You cannot fear a reality that doesn't exist. You know Yoosung now. He knows you now. That's your reality and that love cannot be diminished by a "What-If". Take that to heart for future experiences. People know you as you are today. Don't fear "What if they knew me in high school and were this radiant when I felt like a dull lightbulb? Would they still love me?" They love you as you are today. They love all of you, even the parts of you that're still struggling with the past.

I get that it is easy for me to say that because I'm not you and even if I relate to a part of your experience, we've seen different things. I do want you to know as someone who has gone through isolation and a long sense of loneliness that ruminating and thinking "what-if" does you more harm than good. Live in the present when challenging your fears. Bad days are hard, just be gentle when they happen.

#tw insecurity #mod kait #not mm

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creweemmaeec11 · 4 years ago

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Avoiding Love Pt2

Second part! Enjoy!

First part

When the hero awoke the next day, he could hear shuffling in the room. When his eyes finally cracked open, the room was full of sunlight, meaning not only had he slept in late, the villain hadn't disappeared yet, based on the shuffling he heard.

The hero sat up, and saw the villain was leaning back against the table, facing the corkboard on the wall where he had hung up a couple different notes. He was looking better, and must have gotten a shower while the hero was asleep.

"I reached out to a friend who owed me a favor," the villain started conversationally as he continued looking over the corkboard, not sparing the hero a glance, "She just got back to me this morning. I had her hack into the powerplant computer systems and download a map of the building,"

The villain turned, leaning over a large piece of paper the hero hadn't seen before.

"basically the weapon were supposed to find-"

"What are you doing?" The hero interrupted, getting out of bed and taking a few hesitant steps towards the villain.

"What does it look like? Working the job obviously,"

His tone of voice made the hero's stomach suddenly drop. It was casual, though lacked any true emotion. Like a character acting in a play. A front of perfection and control that made the hero want to claw it away because it was just so *fake, fake, fake.*

"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it..."

The villain didn't even react to the hero's words, he just hummed in agreement.

"You remember how I said the whole being in love thing was a waste of time? Well, case in point, think about how much time we've wasted over this."

"I-"

"Had supervillain never said anything, had you never found out, we would have probably been ready to get this stupid weapon by tomorrow. I could have just smothered the feelings out with you being none the wiser. Simple."

"Would you really have never told me?" The hero asked quietly.

"Don't ask stupid questions," the villain said flatly.

"But-"

"I'm done. This is why I stopped caring about things in the first place. It only creates problems; more complications, miscalculations and drama that nobody needs,"

The hero felt their heart shatter.

"I mean, I actually put in an effort yesterday!" He snorted indignantly, "do you have any idea how many people I'd willingly do that for? I can count them on own hand, even if you cut off four fingers!"

The hero winced.

The villain sighed, re-grounding himself, "so, you do what you're going to do. I'm going to finish this so I can get paid and go home,"

"Wait-"

"No, I'm not interested in-"

"IM IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO, OKAY!?" The hero blurted out.

The villain stared at them in silence for a few moments, processing what had been said before his face shifted, "and you call me cruel. What do you think your doing? I said to let it go, so what the hell are you trying to accomplish-"

The hero's eyes widened, "no, no! I'm not playing! I mean it!" He pleaded desperately, taking a step closer.

The villain faltered, furrowing his brows in confusion, "why would you..."

"Why do you think I was so hurt?! I found out you felt the same way, and before I could say anything, I found out you pretty much hate the fact you feel that way! But I was a jerk, I know you, I know why you reacted the way you did. You were so sure and afraid of rejection you didn't even want to give me the opportunity to turn you down. Especially when someone else exposes your feelings, I can't even imagine the panic- and I still let my emotions take the lead, even though I knew you weren't trying to hurt me. Instead of showing I was hurt it probably looked like all your worst fears were correct after all and just... I'm sorry, okay?"

The villain blinked, taking a moment to process the information.

"really?"

"Yes! Really I swear. You know me. I'd never lead you on or lie to you like this,"

The villain took a deep breath, irritation draining from his posture, though it was still guarded, "Okay. I'm sorry too, I guess. It was childish to avoid you, especially before even hearing you out," he admitted, earning a smile from the hero, "can we get back to this now?"

"No, not yet," the hero replied, taking another step forward so they were only an arms reach away from the villain, "because your still in your shell,"

"What-"

"I know I hurt you, and it took me months to draw you out of your shell the first time, but please don't block me out again. *please,*" he practically begged.

The villain faltered, a small smile appearing on his face as he relaxed fully, "I thought hero's were supposed to play by the rules," he muttered

The hero looked at him in confusion.

"Puppy eyes is cheating," the villain finished, smiling more as the hero's face lit up.

"Desperate times," the hero replied before jumping forward and wrapping their arms around the villains neck tightly.

The villain froze at first, before melting into the hug. He felt the hero burying their head into his shoulder. The villain rolled his eyes fondly, despite the hero being unable to see it as he began running a hand up and down the hero's back.

They stood like that for a few moments, when suddenly the villain heard a gentle sniffle, and he froze.

"Hey, what-" He began softly, attempting to pull back from the hug to look at the other's face, but the hero's arms just tightened around him, preventing escape from the embrace.

"I was so scared I was going to loose you over this and-" the hero began rambling, burying his head further into the other's shoulder.

"Hey, hey, shhhhh. I'm right here okay? I'm not going anywhere. You won't lose me that easily," the villain reassured, hand traveling up to card through the hero's hair, scratching at his scalp affectionately.

"Besides," he continued after a moment of silence, "we both know you're far too stubborn to let something like that happen anyway,"

The hero snorted, laughing, "yeah, that's true,"

There was another few moments of silence, the only sound being the ticking of the clock on the wall.

"I missed you," The hero muttered, voice dampened by the fabric of the villains top.

"Yeah, me too..." the villain admitted almost sheepishly. He felt the hero squeeze his shoulders slightly in response.

"But as nice as this is..." The villain continued, "We've already pretty much wasted 5 days. We should really-"

"I'm not moving." The hero stated matter-of-factly, "I'm comfy, and I missed you, and you owe me after avoiding me for 3 days,"

It was the villains turn to laugh, "I already said I was sorry darling,"

The hero felt his heart skip a beat.

*Darling*

The nickname had a different ring to it now after their confessions then it did before.

"I know, and you're forgiven, but now you still have to make it up to me sunshine," The hero replied, using his nickname for the villain in some form of revenge.

The hero felt the villan freeze, which was a very satisfying feeling.

"Can I convince you to let go long enough for me to pick out a movie and we can move to the couch?"

"If you're quick and promise we can cuddle while watching it. What happened to wanting to get the job done?"

The villain sighed, "I got a fair bit done this morning so I suppose one more day couldn't hurt,"

*Especially if I get to spend it like this* he thought, looking at the hero in his arms.

The hero pulled back suddenly, keeping his hands on the villains shoulders as he examined the others face in shock.

"What...?" The villain asked in confusion. Suddenly the hero smirked, expression shifting from surprised to amused and almost joyful.

"You didn't mean to say that last part out loud, did you?"

The villain blinked in realization. Oh no.

The hero giggled in delight at the bright red hue the villains face was quickly becoming.

"Sorry..." the villain muttered as he began pulling back fully, only to be stopped by the hero.

"Hey! No-! Don't you dare!" The hero replied with a smile, pulling the villain back closer, "Don't be sorry! That was one of the sweetest things I've ever heard! It just caught me off guard, but I liked it."

The hero grinned, poking the villains chest in a playful and almost accusatory way, "who knew you could be such a softie?"

The villain sputtered, "all I said was I wouldn't mind spending the day like this!"

The hero laughed again.

"Well, you better get used to spending days like this, cuz you're stuck with me now, so," he replied with a smile, causing the villains eyes to snap over to meet his in shock.

"Alright, you find the extra blankets and pillows and pick a movie, and I'll run and go get snacks, how's that sound?" The hero asked, placing a hand on the villains forearm and tilting his head like a curious bird, a quirk the villain would always find adorable.

"Uh yeah," the villain swallowed, trying to get ahold of himself, "sure, that sounds good,"

"Okay, perfect," the hero replied, before suddenly without warning he bounced up on his toes to kiss the villains cheek, gentle and quick.

The villain in question froze, eyes wide as he went statue still. He was fairly certain he also stopped breathing momentarily.

He wasn't the only one who was bright red, though his was certainly worse then the hero who also had a light blush on his cheeks.

"Ok, I'll be right back!" He chirped, before turning and heading out the door.

The villain could only stay frozen where he stood, watching the hero leave with a small dazed smile and look on his face, hand coming up to touch his cheek in disbelief.

He might have to actually thank supervillain after this.

Part 3

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frightguard-watch · 3 years ago

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When the Pizza Sim Arc comes, will the story give some time to the thought process of the other characters? ( ScrapTrap, ScrapBaby, Lefty/Marionette/Charlie ) Or will it excessively stick to Micheal and Maddie?

I ask because I am curious about the thought process of the animatronics that are left, more specifically ScrapBaby/Elizabeth. ScrapTrap, eh we all know what’s going on in his crazy head “find those kids, kill them, then move on”, Charlie, protect as always but while inside Lefty? Who knows. Molten Freddy, hard to say since he’s always been a character I never necessarily got. Elizabeth though, I feel like she has the most potential to show just how far she’s strayed away from being a little girl who wanted ice cream. Cause when you think about it, she no longer considers herself Elizabeth, just Circus/Scrap Baby.

In SL she kills her own brother and uses him as a skin suit and was possibly behind the death of the two technicians. In Pizza Sim tho, it shows just how much her years inside Baby have really taken the toll on her. Think about it, when she was voted out of the Ennard tribe and forced to make a new body for herself out of trash, she opted to make one that looked identical to Baby instead of designing a body that, at least, looked semi like her old human self. During her monologue before Henry cut off she gave the line ��Now we can do what we were created to do”, the word created is what got to me. She no longer considers herself human or Elizabeth, she’s gone so far off that she’s either completely rejected and/or forgot her humanity. She, at that point, just fully accepted herself to be this killing machine with a hunger for blood and never to have been human. Even Henry could see just how insane she had become due to his lines “I’m sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name” and “Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles”

Sorry for going on the ramble, I just wanted to point it out because I am pretty excited for Pizza Sim to come and what it will hold but if the story does just stick to Micheal and Maddie then I’m okay with that too

I'll explain remnant in that arc with Henry, and with that has a tragic plot point: Your consciousness is mixed in with the robot's programming, and possession of the metal,, if you're in contact with the robot in question when you die. And as time goes on- The robotic programming consumes you and you forget more and more of your previous life. The only clear moments in your memory tend to be important emotional moments, and how you died.

There's gonna be some humanizing (lol) moments with all the animatronics, since Michael is the one interviewing them.

Lefty will have a subplot of him (her? Them? It?) finding Puppet’s scattered remains. Possibly a prologue of everything Puppet/Charlie has been through in the last forty years. And her having issues remembering her father.

Michael will have a moment to try and reach out to Elizabeth before being attacked and needing to taze her. Even then, Michael wants to save her, regardless of how much it's hurt him to try.

And this is an idea from a few... Years ago, oh my God, that Baby grabs onto Scraptrap as her legs broke off, and he kicks her aside and runs off. Puppet Charlie and Henry come over to comfort her in her last moments in the fire.

Molten Freddy will be a more friendly character, that sometimes can't control their attacks. They'll apologize for what they did to Michael, after realizing it wasn't William they were in.

Scraptrap- I'm not sure what I'll do with him yet tbh. I do want to have him and Michael to interact more, and him and Henry. Maybe some information about remnants from him. But outside of that, I think he won't have much.

#frightguard ask

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years ago

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The Enforcers Part 8 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

wc: 1.7k

tw: dark content (self-harm)

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a/n: By no means do I condone self-harm or want to glorify it in the light of this chapter. As a person who struggled with physical self-harm in her early teens, I know the destructive nature of this type of activity. However, as my characters are not perfect and complicated, I see this particular mode of action as something she would try to do in order to alleviate her pain and confusion. If you have questions or concerns, my inbox is always open to having a discussion about it.

If you so wish, you may skip this chapter altogether. There will be a recap on the next one if you choose to skip for your mental health. Take care of yourselves and see you soon. (ALSO, I know I promised smut but I gotta give y'all a raincheck this go-round. SORRY PLS DON'T KILL ME)

You're on your forty-seventh file of scandals, coverups, and secret dossiers that you finally feel it. The fabric of your identity begins to unravel right before your eyes.

Everything you've known is a lie.

The CSB has covered up so many things. So many lives lost. So many people forced to flee. So many families ripped apart--

An email makes its way over to the server, and you open it, the words across the screen coming from Suguru.

I know it's late, but send over Yu Haibara's files when you can.

You hit the reply button and begin to type out: "You mean the boy you killed?" but you stop yourself, deleting the words rapidly. Instead, you attach the files and send them over, not even bothering to look at them. You can't do it. Not another file could be stored away in the annals of your brain.

Nothing is as it seems anymore. The lies... they pile up in your mind, flooding the spaces where you used to hold what you thought was true, what you thought was real. Now, they're overflowing out of your brain and into your heart and soul, plaguing you like the nightmares that face you down night after night, more like demons that lurk in the corners of your mind than full file cabinets.

You always wake up in a tangle of sheets and sweat, one of your various enemies' faces hovering over you right before you stare down the barrel of a gun and --

You stumble out of the chair, eyes wet with tears, and go to the sink in the bathroom to wash your face. After you splash water on your skin, you look up at your reflection, anger rolling through you at the way you look. Weak.

You're fucking weak.

The voice in your head that usually told you that you were doing okay, that you had it all under control, is now turning on you, spitting nasty words that stick in between the synapses of your brain a muddy your rational thoughts.

The voices rise to a fever pitch, and you suddenly see red, the entirety of the world descending into blood-colored madness. The shattering of the glass mirror only becomes a reality when you're standing above the sink, chest heaving as your thoughts silence one by one, like shutting off lights in a house.

But only one stays behind as a shard of the mirror clinks into the sink.

Escape.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

You could get rid of the feelings here. You could get rid of the thoughts. You could escape. Why hadn't you thought about this before?

"Do it."

Your fingers grip the jagged shard of glass carefully, and before you can stop yourself, you drag it across the inside of your wrist, end to end, leaving behind a red line of blood that immediately blooms. Crimson dots drop into the sink, and you stare at the color, mesmerized by the way the blood runs down your arm and into the porcelain bowl. But there's no relief.

No sense of freedom.

Maybe you didn't do it hard enough?

Maybe you didn't--

The door to your room slams open, and you turn your head just as Suguru comes rushing into the bathroom. The shard of glass is still in your hand, as well as the blood running down your arm, and Suguru catches this immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you turn to him, shard extended.

"Don't come any closer."

"Y/n," he calmly whispers. "You don't look so good."

"I wonder why that is," you reply, and Suguru stares back at you, hands raised in surrender.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like, Suguru?" you state in a trance. Your bullet wound begins to throb dully, but you ignore it, just like you're ignoring the blood dripping onto the tile flooring.

"Y/n, let's think about this."

"I don't want to think anymore!" The shrill scream is loud enough to make Suguru flinch, and you softly repeat, "I don't want to think anymore," over and over again as tears run down your face.

"I know," Suguru whispers. "I know. Will you let me help you?" You hiccup and drop the piece of glass to the floor, dissolving in a heap of tears and moans. You feel hands pulling you up from the floor and into strong arms, your head being cradled against a broad chest you've felt before. "Go ahead," Suguru encourages you. "Cry it out."

He carries you to another room in the building in silence, laying you on a firm bed and disappearing as you heave painful sobs into the sheets.

"Everything... hurts..." you gasp, and when Suguru reappears with a white bundle of cloth, a bandage roll, and some water, he nods.

"We're going to make it better, don't worry." He takes your injured arm and carefully wipes away the blood, examing the cut slowly. "Doesn't need stitches, thankfully." He turns to open the water bottle and hands it to you, silently telling you to drink while he bandages your wrist.

You drink the water greedily then lean back on the headboard, eyes closing down as Suguru works diligently on your wound. And then you remember the first time he did this for you and the mistake you made in your pridefulness.

"Thank you," you murmur, and Suguru looks up at your face, finally seeing some form of clarity cross your tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replies tenderly. "I have to keep you safe, remember? I promised you that I would." You don't answer him, but he finishes at that exact moment anyways, standing and placing the remnants of the bandage roll on the nightstand. The wound is now covered up completely, with no sign of blood seeping through the cotton and staining the white cloth dark red.

You watch as Suguru crawls into the bed beside you, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his locks. "Should I stay awake with you or do you want to try to sleep?"

"Sleep," you answer - albeit not confidently - and the black-eyed man obliges, pulling the thin sheet over you.

"I'll be right here," he affirms, but you reach out your uninjured arm and touch his hand. He instantly turns his palm up to let you grab his fingers, and you pull him closer to you in the king-sized bed.

"Hold me." A second passes with no movement, and Suguru whispers,

"Are you sure?" You nod, and he wordlessly scoots closer, wrapping an arm around you as you nestle into his side with your bandaged hand resting on his chest. His fingers rub a soft pattern up and down your skin, soothing you to the brink of sleep. "I've got you. We'll deal with everything else in the morning," Suguru murmurs as you slip off into a dreamless - and nightmare-less - sleep.

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Morning comes and goes.

Midday arrives, and you awaken from your terrorless sleep still encased in Suguru's grasp. Your eyes flick up to his face, which is peaceful in the midday light streaming in from the windows. The Leader of the Fallen Sun District is asleep and dead to the world around him, but the sound of his breathing lets you know he's on the brink of waking up.

Part of you doesn't want him to. You want to lay there without any responsibilities to him, without any concern, or further harm to either one of you. Maybe if you continued to sleep, all of this would become a distant memory. All of this would go away, and you could go back to living in ignorance.

But Suguru's stirring makes you stiffen, and you feel his arms tighten around you before sliding away.

"You're awake."

"Yeah," you whisper, and he sits up, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We need to talk about last night." You sit up as well, staring at the edge of the bed blankly. "Why didn't you tell someone about your declining mental health?"

"I didn't realize it until it was too late," you admit, looking at the bandage on your wrist. "But I won't be doing that again."

"Doesn't matter," Suguru interjects, looking over at you. You choose to avoid his gaze and stare at your feet, inhaling deeply. "I have to have someone watch you now. I want you to be safe, and now I'm not sure if I can ensure that without some oversight on my part."

"No," you exhale quickly, looking over at him in fear. "I'm better now, I promise."

"I'll have someone move a few of your things over here. That way I can keep an eye on you, just in case." Suguru continues, standing from his position on the bed. "I won't bother you. But I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it at all costs." He turns back to you, stating, "Today we'll take a day off and go into the town. I've been wanting to show you around for a while anyway."

You conclude the argument is over when he places a kiss on your temple, then walks into his bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you on the bed alone.

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A car picks both of you up from the building, and when you slide into the backseat, Suguru points to the expanse in the distance.

"Take us to the marketplace." The driver nods, scars running up and down his pale face and his blue eyes looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Does this man even know that he's sitting next to the leader of the Fallen Sun district? Or is Kenjaku a faceless man, hiding behind walls of ones and zeroes?

The scenes that pass by you look identical to those of the city you know and love. There are children playing on the sidewalks, people carrying groceries, life carrying on as if the majority of their names aren't on some rejected list of people who defected from their previous society. Suguru notices your awe at the way things are, and looks over at you, smiling brightly.

"You'd be surprised what you can build from ashes, y/n."

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chim-chimchii · 4 years ago

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Encaptured (Jungkook)

Genre: Fluff

Note: A little fuckboy Jungkook for you all! I’m currently working on a social media au and I might just post the profiles so I can give you guys a sneak peek and to also motivate myself to work on it more! Let me know what you guys think! I also didn’t know how to end this so I apologize if it’s a crappy ending.

. . . . . . .

On Thursdays, the literary class met in the college library, and that was when Jungkook always had you look over his essays. Not only did he use that time to get his papers edited, but he also took this time to prod you about your weekend plans.

"So, are you going to accept my offer to take you to the movies this weekend?" Jungkook asked, resting his chin on his palm.

You glanced up from his essay. "Hm, not this week. I think I'm all booked." With a smirk directed towards him, you continued marking his paper.

"You said that last week." He mumbled with a playful pout.

"And last week, when I rejected you, you ended up taking that girl from your math class." You stated with a challenging stare.

Tongue in cheek, Jungkook chuckled, "Well, I couldn't let those tickets go to waste! I thought for sure you would have agreed." He continued trying to justify his playboy ways.

You scoffed and slid his paper over to him; red pen marks were scattered all over it. You thought that the edits you made to his essay would distract him from the current topic, but he pushed the assignment to the side.

"Y/n, when will you let me take you on a date?" Jungkook leaned in ever so slightly and smiled sweetly.

Your heart rate increased. His whole appearance changed with that one smile, and it was hard for you to hide the fact that it made you feel some way. Maybe it was time to give him a chance, and if it didn't work out, then he would finally stop bugging you.

"Okay." You finally answered after thinking it through. That one word took Jungkook by surprise.

"Okay? Are you saying, yes?"

Without making eye contact, you nodded and closed your notebook with a gentle smile.

"I'll pick you up at seven." Jungkook bit his lip to hide his smile and watched you leave the library.

. . . .

The sun was setting, and seven o clock was right around the corner. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror that hung by the door and nodded in approval of your outfit. You tried to remember the last time you got all dressed up for a date, and as you tried to place a moment, there was a knock at the door.

As you reached for the door, you hesitated. What if this was a one-time thing? What if he never spoke to you after tonight? Just because you turned his offers for a date down multiple times, it wasn't as if you didn't like Jungkook. You appreciated his presence in your boring literary class; you appreciated his jokes and stories. What if all he wanted was to add you to the list of girls he won over with his charms?

Your thoughts were interrupted again by a knock, but this time it was a lot softer. You took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob. Whatever his intentions were, you decided to accept this date, so you had to deal with the consequences.

Jungkook stood in the doorway with his hands buried in his pockets. His head was hung low as if he was half expecting you not to answer, but when you opened the door wider, he looked up.

You forgot to breathe upon seeing him. Instead of the cliche leather jacket he always wore, he wore a grey flannel over a white shirt. It wasn't THAT different from what he always wore but seeing him wear light-colored clothing suits him well. His demeanor was different, as well. A timid smile replaced the cocky smirk he always had on his face.

"Are you ready?" His voice came out lighter than usual; it took you a moment to remember this was Jungkook and not someone else.

"Yeah, let me just grab my bad." You left him by the door as you dashed back to your room to grab your purse.

. . . .

It was the little things that Jungkook did that made you weak in the knees. As the two of you walked to the theater, Jungkook rested his hand on the small of your back. He maneuvered you to the other side of him; it wasn't until his warmth left that you realized he was making sure you were closest to the buildings and away from the busy street.

Your eyes fixated on him, and it felt like the world was in slow motion, and you saw Junkook in a new light. You wanted nothing more, but to have this moment last forever. Forever didn't come because he glanced at you with that beautiful smile of his.

"Would you be upset if I told you I don't want to go to the movies anymore?"

The world resumed at its original speed, and your excitement disappeared.

"Oh? Did you want to take a rain check or something?" You tried not to sound too disappointed.

"No, no. I just don't think I can handle sitting next to you for two and a half hours and not talk to you."

You sighed in relief, which made Jungkook chuckle.

"I don't know what you've been told or what you heard about me, but I'm not cruel.

You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked. "I don't know, I've heard some pretty interesting things about you, Jungkook."

You gave him one last teasing look before walking ahead of him. Jungkook tsked before jogging to catch up to you.

"So, are you going to tell me what you heard so I can prove those accusations wrong?"

Together you waded through the crowded street, careful not to lost one another. If he took your hand, would you pull away or let him have that small victory?

"You haven't said what we're going to do now that we're not going to the movies."

His hand grazed yours. "You're changing the topic."

Seconds later, his hand rested on your shoulder to guide you towards the entrance of an arcade. It was full of other couples, groups of friends, and people wanting to have fun. The atmosphere brought a smile to your face. You didn't even realize Jungkook had left until he returned with a bag full of tokens.

"I'll let you choose the first game."

Dramatically, you rested your hand on your heart. "What a gentleman."

Jungkook threw his head back in defeat. "Whoever told you that I wasn't a gentleman needs to stop feeding you lies."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you don't really have the best reputation." You explained as you made your way over to the basketball game.

You glanced back at him to make sure he was following and found him chewing on his lip. Your statement bothered him. The two of you exchanged no other words until he was standing next to you.

"Is that why you always rejected me?" His eyes locked with yours, and you didn't dare look away.

Rather than lying, you nodded. "Yeah."

Jungkook was the one to break eye contact; it was clear he was upset. He fished for a token and inserted it into the machine to start the game.

As you watched him, you inhaled deeply and thought about everything. You didn't want to be the reason the date ended in ruins. You were honest about why you declined his offers, but now that you were here with him, you kept thinking how different things could have been if you had just agreed to date him the first time he asked.

Without thinking further, when Jungkook reached for another ball, you took it from him and aimed for the moving hoop.

"You can't blame me for being scared."

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he watched you throw the ball straight into the hoop. Another ball rolled towards you, but Jungkook grabbed it before you could.

"I wasn't blaming you. I was blaming myself." He missed the hoop and ticked his head to the side, slightly annoyed that he didn't score, but as the game ended, he had one of the highest scores.

Together you moved in the direction of another game.

"Why are you blaming yourself?"

He didn't say anything, and you were afraid he didn't hear you due to the increasing volume of everyone around you.

"Because I got careless with relationships and dating, and now that I want something serious, my reputation is ruining my chances.

The corners of your mouth twitched into a tiny smile. "It's your turn to pick a game."

You weren't ignoring what he had said; you just wanted to think about it for a moment longer.

The two of you wandered around the arcade and tried not to lose each other with the growing amount of people entering the building. Jungkook stopped in front of a photo booth and let out a small laugh.

"It isn't a game, but it seems like this is the only thing unoccupied."

"I think it'll be fun!" You linked his arm with yours and entered the small booth.

Jungkook sat silently next to you as you messed around with the photo settings. As you sat back, your shoulder brushed against his, and it made it obvious how close the two of you were. You couldn't help but think back to his previous comment about wanting to be in a serious relationship. Did he mean that he wanted to try and be in a serious relationship with you? You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him. The truth was, you had liked him all along, but you let the rumors about him cloud your judgment of his character.

The beeping of the timer caused you to snap out of your thoughts.

"Are you ready?" You glanced over at Jungkook, and to your surprise, he was already staring at you. The flash went off, signaling that the first picture was taken. Then the timer reset.

"Your chances aren't completely ruined, by the way."

The two of you looked away and to the camera, where you opted for a funny face. The camera went off.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook turned to you again.

"If you were this version of yourself all the time, you wouldn't have any trouble getting into a serious relationship, and any girl would be happy to be with you."

You stuck your tongue out at him as the camera snapped another picture.

"I don't want just any girl though--" He faced forward and held up a peace sign. "--I want you."

Your expression changed in an instant, and it was captured as the shutter sounded. "Jungkook."

He hesitated but looked your way as the last seconds of the timer counted down. You took his face into your hands and pressed your lips to his. The moment captured forever as the final flash of the camera washed over the two of you.

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clairecrive · 4 years ago

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"Rock my world" - Sirius Black x reader

A/n: I was thinking of making this a series but idk, let me know what you think. The band in the picture, Maneskin, are my inspiration for the marauders' band music and aesthetic. Check them out cause they're really good. They're going to represent Italy at the next Eurovision contest.

Here's their Instagram and Spotify.

Tags: Muggle AU, so ofc no magic, no Hogwarts, Marauders in a rock band, no Peter but Regulus instead, jily

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.2K ish

Summary: When y/n finally agrees to check out this band that her best friend was always talking about, she's in for a pleasant surprise and one hell of a night.

It had all started in the cheesiest and most cliscé of ways, really. Y/n had made a bet which had made you go out of your comfort zone that one night and for your bravery, you were rewarded with the most amazing boyfriend ever. It sounds like a story out of a rom-com or a romance novel, doesn't it? Well, yeah, it felt like a main character moment but, unlike what we see in those stories, it wasn't always fun and games.

But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Y/n's best friend Jules had been nagging her about this rock band who was apparently the new sensation of the year according to her, for the longest time. So, one Friday night, when Jules had informed her that that very band was playing in a bar not very far from her workplace, she agreed to go for drinks there.

Worst case scenario, she thought, the music will be terrible but at least I get to tease Jules about it.

Still clothed in the floral dress she had chosen this morning, but adding a few glittery touches and graphic eyeliner to make her look more nighty, y/n headed towards said bar where Jules was already waiting for her.

"Finally," she huffed when y/n rounded the corner and entered her field of vision.

"Sorry, it was my turn to close tonight," y/n shot her an apologetic smile before hooking their arms.

They made their way inside looking for a place to sit. The bar was already crowded but not in an unusual way. Maybe it was the hour or the fact that it was a weeknight, y/n didn't know but felt grateful that it wasn't packed. She really wasn't a fan of crowded places.

They got their drinks and caught up as they usually would about their week. They were almost finished when the band walked up the stage and music started playing. Even before the first note, one look at their outfits made clear what kind of music they were going to play.

They had an interesting aesthetic, y/n had to admit. They wore the same colour but each member had their own style. The band was made up of four guys, the bassist had long straight hair and he looked a lot like the singer who instead had curly hair, the drummer had short curly light brown hair and y/n couldn't see what he was wearing past a black vest while the guitarist had black hair that was all over the place and wore glasses.

They had an androgynous aesthetic, each of them with beautiful makeup in tones of black and grey and the ones y/n could see clearly were wearing a sort of body. They looked stunning. Y/n had decided she liked them based on this alone. She had to admire anyone who had the guts to express themselves freely especially when it was in such an open and unapologetic way of going against gender norms.

After half an hour, the music stopped and after the singer wished everyone goodnight and they all climbed down. As she expected, they played rock music ranging from soft rock edging pop to hard rock that made her think a lot of ACDC. Y/n wasn't an expert in music but she had liked what she heard and wouldn't mind listening more from them. She was sure that she was going to catch some of their songs on the radio in the future.

However, Jules picked up the conversation where they had left it before the concert and decided that it was the time where she'd complain about her recent love interest. Each of their weekly meetings had one of this moment. Unfortunately, it looked like Jules didn't have a lot of luck when it came to guys. And as it always would, she wondered if she was the problem asking y/n if the reason every one of her relationships failed because she was unlovable. As if.

"That's not true, I truly believe that you can learn to love anyone. Lest you get to know them, of course."

"Of course you'd say something like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you truly believe that, then you're not going to say no to this." Jules wriggles her eyebrows suggestively and y/n knew that the night is either about to become very interesting or about to go very wrong.

"The expression on your face is telling me that I should definitely say no to what you're about to say."

"Oh c'mon, it's just an innocent dare. Nothing too crazy, I promise."

"Which is?"

"You see that guy leaning on the bar? Long black hair with the black leather jacket?" Y/n turned around indulging her friend and eventually spotted the guy she was talking about. She took her time to look at him until she realized something that made her whip around to face Jules again.

"You mean the singer of the band?" y/n asked incredulously.

"Isn't he handsome?" Jules smiled wide completely ignoring the look y/n was giving her already knowing what was going through her friends' mind. "I want you to go to him and ask him out."

"What?"

"C'mon", Jules complained reaching out to y/n over the table, "didn't you say that it was possible to love anyone? Can't you see yourself loving him?"

"That's not the point," y/n exclaimed still not believing that her friend was suggesting something so outrageous. "Can you see him loving me?" Because that man over there had "heart breaker" spelt all over him. And okay, y/n had to admit that this was a rush judgment she was making and it wasn't exactly fair but there was no way that a guy like him could be interested in a girl like her.

And yes, we could stay here and discuss all the reasons why that statement is wrong but still, if she were to put herself out there -something that was not like her at all- she wasn't going to go over someone so out of reach for her. And that was that.

"Listen, do you remember that video you sent me the other day?" Jules squared her shoulders, now looking fully serious at y/n. Unfortunately, y/n did remember the video Jules was talking about. She would have never guessed it would come back and bit her in the ass otherwise she'd never sent it.

Sighing, y/n looked down at the drink in her hands and thought about it. The video basically encouraged the viewer to go up to what they believed was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that. It may sound a little silly but at the time y/n had appreciated the sentiment. Going out of one's comfort zone. Challenging yourself. Because, what was the worst that could happen? That person shotting you down? That didn't sound life-threatening. Now though, y/n wasn't so sure.

"Worst case scenario, just tell him I'm calling you and head back here." Jules offered, almost as if she could tell exactly what her best friend was thinking.

Looking at her best friend, something snapped in her. Jules was right. What's the worst that could happen? She already knew that the guy was going to shoot her down. She was prepared. It was a dare, a silly thing that could give her a story to tell to her nephews one day.

What the hell, y/n thought squaring her shoulders.

"You know what?" she downed the rest of her drink and got up from her seat, "I'm doing it." Looking in the reflection of the tissue box on the table to check how she looked, she fixed her smudged lipstick and ruffed her hair before nodding solemnly at Jules and turned around.

As she made her way to the bar, she could hear Jules cheering on her fueling her sudden confidence.

The man of the hour was there where she saw him last. Her steps faltered as she realized that she had no idea how to approach him. What was she going to say? Oh my god, she was totally going to make a fool of herself. If she was not going to die for his rejection, she sure is going to die of embarrassment.

She was almost about to turn around and abort the mission when his eyes met hers.

Well, fuck. There was no way she was going to back down now.

She regained her confidence and smiled at him while closing the distance between them. She smiled at him. Who was she? Did someone drug her drink?

He smiled back at her, turning so that he'd be facing her once she reached him and she almost stopped to pinch herself to see if she was hallucinating or something.

"Hey," she said once she stood in front of him. Good, she thought, let's start with something simple.

"Hi," he smiled back at her.

Okay, okay, it's going good, isn't it? He hasn't ignored me, that must mean something, right? Yes, that he wasn't a rude asshole was her sobering thought.

"So," y/n started trying to take to time while she figured what to say, "I saw a video the other day," was what she ended up with.

The handsome stranger lifted his eyebrows in amusement and took a sip of his beer. Y/n took that as a "go on then".

"There was this woman that basically dared anyone watching to go up to the person who they thought was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that." Well, let's just get it out of the way, I guess, she thought. "So, here I am," she added as if it wasn't clear enough.

However, as she saw the man's smile widen, y/n suddenly realized how really screwed she was. This man was way out of her league.

"Well, now that I'm here, I should also mention that you've really good at what you do too."

"Not to sound rude or anything," he spoke for the first time that evening and y/n had already decided that he had been the gods' favourite in another life before he opened his mouth but now? as he heard his low and raspy voice? she was sure he had been at least a demi-god, "did you lost a bet or something?" he asked, his grey eyes boring into hers like he was looking into her soul.

Who was this guy? and why was she feeling like this? Get a grip, y/n, she scolded herself.

"Is it that obvious?" y/n's shoulders slouched as some of the tension left them, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth.

"I saw you downing your drink like it was some kind of bravery potion before you came here," he explained with a light scroll of his shoulders. "Not that I mind though," he added with what should be an illegal smirk. Smug.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've heard it countless time only tonight." Let's joke on it, she thought, there's still a chance I can come clean out of this mess.

He chuckled and, not leaving her eyes, he slipped a hand through his loose hair pushing it back. "I meant that if you hadn't come I would probably found an excuse to come up to you too." He leaned back onto the bar looking completely unbothered, not as if he had said something that made her feel on fire.

"Looks like I've to thank your friend for my luck." Looking over your shoulder, he held one of his hands up and lightly waving at Jules, y/n figured.

"Yeah, let's not tell her that or I will never hear the end of it." Rolling her eyes, y/n also leaned on her arm resting on the bar next to him. Whether it was the fact that all the cards were on the table or that what he said meant that he had to somewhat like her, she felt more relaxed than a couple of minutes ago.

"Before I make this solemn oath, I think it would be appropriate to know your name, don't you think?"

"It's y/n," she held her hand up for him to shake. However, he had something else in mind since when he took hold of her hand he turned it and held it up to his lips to leave a soft kiss on it. Y/n almost rolled her eyes at the gesture if it wasn't for his eyes. They didn't move from hers and she found that she didn't want to stop looking at him. Like she was in a trance. Yes, he was handsome, even more so up close, so of course he was nice to look at but that wasn't why. It's the way his eyes glimmered as they watched her, the gentleness with which he was holding her hand, the softness of his lips on her skin. What would they feel like on her lips, she wondered.

"I'm Sirius."

And that's how it all started. A silly video sent almost automatically to her best friend and an outrageous bet made y/n's night definitely interesting. To her luck though, Sirius became a permanent presence and not a one-night sensation.

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Tagging: @seldomabsent

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black AU #muggle AU #no hogwarts #no Peter either #the marauders are in a rock band #young!sirius black #marauders #sirius black one shot #sirius black imagine #sirius black imagines #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fluff #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines

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Request: I saw this tattoo programme where 2 lesbian friends went on and they got to pick the other's tattoo and they can't look till it's done. One picked "you mean everything" for the friend and she was so worried about her seeing in case she hated it. Then hers (from her friend) was "I love you". This had them all emotional and got them both to confess & get together. Anywaaaay, a similar idea for Tyka?

Sorry for the late response! I’m working again and still recovering! This is the LAST FIC REQUEST of this askbox being open!

Soooo likkee. Once upon a time I talked to someone about a tattoo shop AU? This gave me some serious inspiration sooooooo here we gooooo

Halfway through I remembered! I (mentally?) based a lot of this idea on @ishkajules tattoo tyka shop AU!

Oh, disclaimer, I want a tattoo but know NOTHING about them aaaahhhahaha

“You’re a great artist, but you’re scaring away your clients.”

“Why do you care, Tala?”

“I don’t. They come to me after you reject them, or make them so uncomfortable they sit in the next chair over.”

“So then, why are you telling me this?”

Kai cleaned his equipment. It was nearing the end of the day, he figured he wouldn’t have any more walk-in customers.

“I just thought I’d let you know. You’re losing us money. If you don’t fix it, I’ll change your pay to commission only.”

Kai scowled. Who did he think he was? Threatening his pay like that?

“Like I said. You’re a phenomenal artist. But you're lucky I hired you. No one else will with your personality.”

Kai gave him a glare, “I’ll try to do better, boss.”

“Good. Keep that mouth in check.” Tala gave him a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

As soon as he turned away Kai rolled his eyes.

The bell in the shop rang.

“Hello! Welcome, how can we help you?” Tala welcomed the new customer with his regular fake friendly greeting.

“Hey... I’m Tyson.”

The kid seemed nervous. He didn’t have any art on his body.

Blank canvas.

“Um. Is Kai here?”

“Kai? Are you looking for him specifically?”

“Yeah! I follow his stuff on instagram and I really want my first tattoo to be done by him!”

The boy’s face brightened the whole shop. Kai’s lip curled.

“Of course! Let me get him for you!”

Tala made his way to Kai in the corner, he got up in his face.

“Listen, this kid’s a newbie—”

Kai rolled his eyes, “you know I don’t ink tattoo virgins—”

“Think of it as a blank canvas. As artists we all like a good canvas, look at him! He’s perfect!”

Kai took a look at this Tyson character. He hated to admit Tala was right. He was a good blank canvas. But Kai hated working with newbie clients; always so nervous, worried about the pain. He would just rather work with a regular.

Tala got angrier, “you will tattoo him. You’ll do exactly what he wants, and above all, you will be nice.”

“Or else what?”

Tala shrugged his shoulders and smiled, “or else you’re fired.”

Kai didn’t want to admit that Tala's threat got to him. He sighed, played off as if he was slightly annoyed but obedient, “fine.”

“Good. Now go do your job.” Tala pointed to the front desk where the new client was waiting.

Kai shot Tala a glare, as he made his way to the desk. He put on his biggest fakest smile.

“Hey, I’m Kai.”

Tyson held a backpack around his shoulder, he grasped it firmly, while giving Kai the widest grin.

“I’ve been following you for a long time! I um… decided when I had enough money I wanted my first tattoo to be done by you…”

Awkward silence.

“Uh, what do you have in mind?” Kai learned how much it hurt when you kept smiling.

“I know you specialize in birds… I would love to have a red phoenix. Eventually I want a dragon. But I’d love to start with your strongest area!”

“Okay. Sounds like a plan.”

Tyson watched Kai like he was a celebrity. He had a popular art account, but that was about it. Kai just stared back at him.

“Um... I think I want it on my back…” Tyson trailed off as he grew more nervous.

“That’s a good choice. Do any designs come to mind?”

Tyson bit his lip, he looked up to the ceiling in thought, “oh!” He pulled out his phone.

He passed it to Kai showing him an old post of his. It wasn’t his best work, but he understood why he liked it.

“I can do that design easily.” Kai wondered why he was so worried—”

“I just… Don’t want it exactly like this.”

Ah right. Newbies.

“So what do you have in mind then?” Kai’s eyebrow twitched.

“I um.” Tyson rubbed the back of his head as his cheeks turned a bit red.

Kai sighed, “kid, I can’t work on you if I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Tala called to Kai, “Hey Kai! Don’t forget about your happy little tattoo gun over here!”

Kai reluctantly put on his big smile, “yeah boss, I haven't forgotten!”

He turned back to Tyson. “So what are your ideas?”

Tyson bit his lip.

“Do you have a reference I can make a design off of? Anything?”

“I… do.”

“Then show it to me.”

Tyson exhaled, then slid his backpack off his shoulder. He opened it and pulled out a sketchbook. He had it turned away from Kai making sure he wouldn’t see. He flipped through a few pages, and turned it towards Kai.

Kai grabbed it, and placed it down on the counter. He saw the sketch of the phoenix that was clearly an imitation of his style… with a twist.

Kai found himself impressed. It was a good design.

“I’ve worked on this for a few months… I’m pretty confident this is what I want… What do you think of it?”

Kai was trying to be extra nice, but he couldn't deny it was good. “It’s well done.”

“Thanks!” Tyson grinned.

The more Kai inspected the drawing the more detailed it became, it gave him new inspiration, a kind he never had before.

“Do you..” Kai cleared his throat and prodded the page with his finger. “Do you want this exact design or a design done by me?”

Tyson looked ecstatic, “would you be willing to make me an original design!?”

Kai thought for a moment. His original designs were usually reserved for regulars or people willing to drop more cash. But something about this design called to him…

He convinced himself he was inspired by his jealousy. He couldn't let this poor imitation see the world.

“I can make you a design based on this one.”

“Really!? Wow, thanks!”

“Can I borrow this sketch book?” Kai asked, while flipping the book closed.

“Um…”

“I need the design.”

“Could you take a picture?”

“I’d prefer to work with the original.” Kai’s lips hurt from smiling.

“Okay… You can borrow it.” It seemed Tyson was an extremely shy guy. “Be careful with it, okay?”

“I will.”

Kai stayed late in the shop. He worked in the studio.

“I’m locking up. Kai, I’m surprised you're still here?” Tala twirled the keys around his finger.

Kai was hunched over the small desk. He had already drawn out a few sketches. Tala inspected his work over his shoulder.

“Can you not?” Kai spat back.

“It’s a good design. I’m surprised you're putting so much effort into this kid's request. It’s not like you.”

Kai shrugged.

“He’s not loaded, you know? You’re not going to make up for it in tips.”

“I know.”

Tala felt a strange proud emotion emerge. “Alright,” he dropped the keys on the desk. “You can lock up. Have fun with your drawings.”

Kai watched the keys as they fell in front of him. He heard the door open, and close.

He sighed, then scrunched up the paper he was working with into a ball, and tossed it into the bin with the rest of the failed projects.

The sketchbook laid in front of him. He wanted to take a look at the design again. But he had lost the bookmark.

Shit.

He had to look through the book to find the right page.

There better not be anything dirty in here…

He opened it to another design.

Oh, wow.

It was a dragon, scribbled with faint watercolour. Kai grew curious, what other masterpieces did this book hold?

He began to flip through, curiously studying each design.

There were tons of dragons. Kai was interested, as he had always wanted a dragon tattoo, but he hadn’t yet met an artist who could ink scales the way he wanted.

These designs were so close to what he wanted, until—

He turned to a page with a very detailed dragon design. It took up the whole page. The colours were perfect, mixes of blues and silver. He was immediately captivated by it. His mouth hung open slightly.

It had been a long time since an art piece caught his attention.

He ran his finger down the page, careful not to smudge the drawing.

“Wow.”

Two days later Tyson came back to the shop, eagerly awaiting his tattoo.

Tala gestures to Kai from across the shop, pointing to the front desk where Tyson had just entered. He mouthed the words ‘be nice!’. Kai looked to the ceiling to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

Kai got up from his station. The night before he had pulled an all-nighter. Until finally—he came out with the perfect piece. He knew Tyson would love it. He was upset with himself for putting so much thought into it, after all, he was just a newbie.

Kai tossed a black file folder on the desk.

Tyson jumped a bit, then settled back in with his backpack on his shoulder, “good morning, Kai!”

Kai put on a smile, “good morning.”

Tyson tilted his head, it was kind of cute, “did you manage to come up with anything? I know it hasn’t been long—”

“I did, I think you’ll enjoy it.” Kai opened the folder and revealed a paper, he placed it on the desk and flipped it around to show the blue-haired boy.

“Woah! Holy shit that’s so cool!” Tyson placed both his hands on the corners, admired it with an open mouth.

“Is it what you wanted?” Kai accidentally let his smile drop as he awaited the response.

“It’s perfect!” Tyson was so happy you could see his dimples.

It made Kai perform… maybe… a real smile.

“I have a test here, do you want to see what it would look like?”

“Can I? Oh man that’s so fucking cool…”

Kai gestured behind the desk, Tyson happily pushed himself through the gate. Kai pointed to his station “that’s my chair, put your stuff anywhere out of my way. Take your shirt off.”

Tyson suddenly stopped smiling and froze, Kai almost ran into him.

“Hey!” Kai started to lose his temper, but saw Tala’s red hair in the corner of his eye, he took a deep breath. “You said you wanted it on your back didn’t you?”

“Yeah…” Tyson answered back nervously.

Kai dropped the folder on his desk near the chair, “then take off your shirt and lay on your stomach.”

Tyson swallowed a hard lump in his throat.

Kai just stared at him.

Newbies. It’s just some skin. So annoying.

Tyson let his bag slide to the floor, he kicked it to the corner of the room, then he folded his arms.

Kai turned around, ready to place the stencil, then he frowned, “why do you still have your shirt on?”

Tyson went to say something, but stopped.

Kai sighed, “it’s just bare skin. I’ve worked on way more intimate body parts. You have nothing to worry about.”

Tyson shrugged, he acted confident but Kai could tell he was nervous. He grasped the ends of his shirt and rolled it over his head, throwing it on top of his bag.

“Now lay down.” Kai gestured to the chair that was horizontal from the last client.

Tyon nodded, and laid down in front of Kai, “is it going to hurt!?”

Kai closed his eyes for a moment, it took everything in him to not retort with sass, “it’s just a sticker, so we can determine the placement. It won’t hurt.”

Tyson nodded.

Kai flicked his arm, “you need to have your arms near your sides… like this.”

Kai had grabbed his closest arm and manipulated it like a rag doll, Tyson hid his face, hoping his idol didn’t see him blush.

“Okay, I’m applying it now.”

Kai expertly placed the test paper exactly where Tyson had described he wanted it. Along his right shoulder. Tyson barely moved, but Kai wasn’t sure how he would react when the actual inking started.

“Done. Take a look in the mirror.”

Tyson jumped up, nearly running to the full length mirror in the shop, twirling his body so he could see it better.

“Wow! It’s so cool!” His voice rang through the whole shop, even Tala’s client looked up from his chair.

“Thank you, Kai!”

“No problem.” Kai sat down in his chair, he picked up his tattoo gun and started to tinker with it, he looked at Tyson. “So are you ready?”

Tyson’s eyes grew wide, “r—right now!?”

Kai gave him a genuine grin, “no better time than the present.”

Tyson made his way back to Kai’s station. He looked down at the chair, “is it going to take a while?”

Kai nodded, “I’ll do the outline today. Then you can come back tomorrow and we will ink as much as we can.”

Tyson sat on the chair, still too nervous to lay down.

“Hey kid!”

Tyson looked around the shop for the echoing voice.

It came from the client on Tala’s chair. He was covered in different tattoos, “don’t be worried! But remember it's addicting! Once you get one you can’t stop!”

Tyson laughed, “thanks man!”

The man gave Tyson a thumbs up, Tala smirked in Kai’s direction.

He must enjoy torturing me… asshole.

Tyson gave Kai a huge smile, “I’m ready!”

“Good.” Kai had reached over to his station, he placed a pair of glasses on his face.

“You wear glasses!?” Tyson was intrigued.

“Yeah? Why is that surprising?” Kai wondered why Tyson cared so much, they just met after all.

Tyson mumbled, “you just… never shared anything on your instagram I guess…”

“There’s more to me than my online persona. Get on your stomach.”

Tyson instantly obeyed. He curled in his fists.

Kai made the necessary procedures, he wiped his back with a sterile wipe, Tyson shivered.

Kai had to bite his tongue from sighing.

“Sorry… it was cold.” Tyson muttered.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” Kai tried to reassure him but realized he had never really reassured anyone before.

Kai prepared the gun, Tyson turned his head to him, “how much… is it going to hurt?”

God damn it. Why do they always ask...

“Not as much as you’re going to love it.”

Kai impressed himself with his response.

Tyson nodded, and turned his head away from Kai.

“Alright, I’m starting.”

Kai had done it a million times before, but it was Tyson’s first. When the gun first ran along his skin he tensed up, he made a quiet high pitched noise. Kai kept going.

He kept tensing up, too much, it would ruin the work, and Kai’s concentration. Kai stopped for a moment, “you have to untense. It hurts now but it’ll go numb soon, then it won’t be so bad.”

Kai just saw the back of Tyson’s head as he nodded.

Kai grasped his shoulder, “good, now untense.”

Tyson tried to loosen up, but his muscles were still tight.

“Breathe.”

Kai wasn’t sure what to do, but he still had his hand on his shoulder, he gave Tyson a gentle rub with the edge of his thumb.

He heard Tyson exhale, and his whole body relaxed.

“Good job.” Kai readjusted his glasses, and continued. He was leaning over Tyson’s body.

Tyson was aware just how close his idol was, he could feel his breathing as he worked. His face turned red. Over the next hour he grew used to it. He was loving the closeness. He was excited to see what it looked like done.

Tala was surprised, usually Kai put his earbuds in and avoided talking to clients. But this time, Kai kept glancing at Tyson’s hair, as if he wanted to say something, but was stalling. At just over the hour mark, Kai made his move.

“I have to admit. I looked through your sketchbook.”

Tyson jumped, “what?”

“Don’t move—”

“Sorry, but why did you do that?”

“I lost the page the design was on. Then I just kept looking.”

Tyson went silent, clearly he was upset.

Kai stopped for a second, “they’re really good.” he immediately started again.

Tyson went stone cold.

Kai continued, “your dragons are insanely intricate. I’ve never seen scale work like yours. Are they all original?”

Tyson hesitated, “yes…”

“I’m quite fond of the silver-blue dragon, the one near the end.”

“I know which one you’re talking about. It’s one of my favourites too.”

“Mhm.” Kai trailed off, still not ready to ask the question he wanted to.

A few hours later, Kai stopped, “I think that’s good for today.”

Kai put his equipment down, and laid his glasses back on his desk.

Tyson went to get up, “ow…”

“Sore?”

“Yeah, I’ve been in this position too long…”

Tyson slowly rose to a sitting position. Kai admired his shoulder.

It’s great work. I did well.

“I want to see it!” Tyson jumped to his feet making his way to the mirror. He looked in the mirror and gasped in awe.

Tala had approached, he observed the design and raised an eyebrow, “it’s really good, Kai.”

Kai crossed his arms, “come back tomorrow. I’ll colour it. But it will be a bit of work.”

Tala agreed, “it might be best to split the coloring into two appointments. Since it’s his first… How was it, Tyson?”

Tyson was still admiring his tattoo, “the pain? It was fine once I got used to it, Kai really helped.”

“Really!?” Tala looked at Kai in disbelief.

Kai shot him a glare.

Tyson put his shirt back on while Tala described how to take care of it. They made their way to the front desk and finished off some paperwork.

Tala had gone back to his desk, still within earshot.

“Thanks so much. Kai! It’s going to be awesome!” Tyson grinned, “but um… can I have my sketchbook back?”

Kai nodded, then went back to his station, and came back with the book, he slid it across the table, but held on to it when Tyson tried to take it.

Kai didn’t let go of the book, he looked into Tyson’s eyes, with his first genuine expression, “I have a question. About your design.”

“Huh?” Tyson looked up to Kai. He was positive there was nothing he could ask that he wouldn’t know himself.

“I want to buy it.”

“What?” Tyson’s voice rang with disbelief.

“Well, I don’t want to buy the rights. Just the design, so I can have it tattooed.”

“You want my design!?”

“Yes, is that a problem?”

Tala’s ear twitched, the situation tickled his interest, and he made his way back to the counter.

“I uh—um.” Tyson was lost for words.

“How much?” Kai badgered him.

Tala intervened, “Kai leave the poor kid alone, let him think on it.”

Kai looked at Tyson, Tyson stared back.

Tyson let go of the book, “keep the book till tomorrow… I’ll think about what you said…”

Tyson backed up towards the door, “b—bye! See you tomorrow!”

He had left the shop faster than either of them could say bye.

Kai still held the sketchbook, he looked down at it. Tala was immediately furious.

“Kai Hiwatari, what the hell!? Are you an ass or head over heels? You’re going to bully some rookie artist into stealing his design? What is wrong with you—”

Kai had opened the book to his favourite page. Tala’s voice changed right away.

“Shit.”

Kai held the open book close to his chest, “I know. It’s well done.”

“You’re not kidding, here let me see—”

Kai handed him the book. Tala admired the drawing for a long time. Before flipping through the book. He let out a long high pitched whistle.

“Could you do it?” Kai asked.

“Do what?”

“Could you tattoo this for me? I want it on my right shoulder—”

Tala laughed, “no. My specialty lies in fangs and fur. I’ve never done a dragon, plus these scales… this could only be done by the original artist.”

Tala looked up from the book, “if you love this design, it has to be done by the original artist. Does he know how to use a gun?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Ah, shame.”

“How come?”

Tala went back to flipping through pages, “because I'd hire him on the spot.”

Kai was dumbfounded, “for real?”

“Absolutely.”

Dude I have so many more ideas for this AU it’s INSANE. AAAH but this is all I have time for now <3 if there’s a demand for more I might write more!

#sorry for accidently stealing ideas #it was just so good #if i continue it ill ask for permission i promise lol #tyka #ressyfaerie #ressyfaerie fic #au #tattoo

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