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cherryonigiri · 5 years ago

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S/O that thirsts over anime/game guys

reposted bc wasn’t showing up in the tags + I want to keep nsfw under the cut

@nononononojustno asked: Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕

A/N: hahahahaha i laughed while writing this. FYI these are all based on legit crushes i had on anime/game characters at some point in my life - see if you’ve watched the shows i’ve watched :) ILY I PROMISE I’M DOING MY BEST TO EAT THREE MEALS A DAY AND GET ADEQUATE SLEEP MWAH. also i went overboard and added an extra boy bc why not. These are a little shorter since there were 4 characters but I hope you enjoy!

Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (both are under the cut)

PS: If anyone wants a spicy sequel/one shot for matsukawa i’m open to the idea 👀👀 let me know in my inbox!

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima definitely knows you’re into anime + games

Having visited your dorm room on multiple occasions he’s seen your extensive collection of manga, anime posters and you always seem to be playing on your switch whenever you have free time

Of course, he notices a significant portion of your collection is centered on male characters

And you’ve definitely mentioned a few games to him - Ikemen Sengoku, Code:Realize, Hakuouki (wow i’m really out here exposing myself) etc.

He doesn’t really mind though? Like - at the end of the day these are 2D men, whereas he is a very real boyfriend

At least he thinks he doesn’t mind

Recently, he notices that you seem to be on your phone a lot, and you seem to be texting the same group chat very often

He asks why and you laugh - it’s not actual text messages you’re just trying out a new otome/simulation game called Mystic Messenger. He finds the name silly but he just brushes it off he’s definitely J E A L O U S

Until one day he walks into your room while you’re calling one of your friends to freak out about that specific game

You sound kind of teary from outside the door “Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD I GOT THE GOOD ENDING WITH JUMIN!” and “[friend name] I THINK I CAN DIE HAPPY I’M MARRIED TO JUMIN HAN WHAT MORE DO I NEED IN LIFE” and “HE’S SO FREAKING ATTRACTIVE UGH I AM BLESSED”

He’s like who TF is Jumin and immediately bursts into your room looking pissed off

Poor babie is all like “you’re married?” and “if you had someone else you were interested in you should have told me.” “Who is this Jumin Han???” 🧐

Oh my god you start cackling, but you manage to tell him that NO you are not married and that Jumin Han is a fictional character from the game you’re playing

Ushijima looks confused after you explain - why would you find fictional men attractive when you’re already dating him?

Tendou almost dies laughing the next day when Ushijima tells him about what happened

Oikawa Tooru

Since practice finishes pretty late he usually goes to see you at your house at night, but tonight things wrapped up earlier - he’s excited to spend more time with you

You’ve finished up most of your homework so you’ve just been rewatching Attack on Titan since you’re super excited for the new season

You’re kinda distracted/have headphones on so you don’t hear your boyfriend knock on the front door. Your mom answers it and lets him in and he climbs the stairs

He can hear your fangirling (freaking out) over something as he walks towards your room

You jump in surprise when he opens the door, because you thought he would be a bit later but immediately release your pent up excitement

“Tooru just LOOK at him he’s such a bad ass like oh my gosh he literally has swords and he’s still running around slaying the MPs who have guns. God whenever he gets angry he looks so hot,” etc. etc.

You’re shoving your laptop in his face, showing him gifs and video of attack on titan, specifically the captain of the survey corps that you are obsessed with

Tooru gets it - for him its space, shitty alien films and astronomy. For you it’s video games and anime - or more specifically, handsome characters from said franchises

Even though he understand that it’s something you’re passionate about he still makes a whole show about whining how you’re in love with Levi Ackerman (lmao i still thirst over our favorite captain) instead of him

“y/n i’m taller than him! And more handsome! He has blood on him all the time! And he’s super annoying because he’s obsessed with cleaning.” *cue pouty Tooru*

You probably shouldn’t tell him that you are an avid follower of the levi x reader tag on tumblr

Tooru still somehow finds out you’re also reading reader insert fanfic and goes BERSERK with his pouting and whining - literally everyone and their mothers have heard his sob story about how “his darling y/n is leaving me for a short germaphobic asshole”

The rest of the team finds it hilarious - the end up pranking him by posting pictures of Levi in his school locker or texting them in the volleyball groupchat (Oikawa is Suffering™)

Makki and Mattsun get him a Levi keychain for his birthday and cackle when he chucks it violently into the nearest trash can

Miya Atsumu

Doesn’t really know you’re into anime/gaming at first

I don’t think that’s on purpose - Atsumu just has such a one track mind when it comes to volleyball and he’s always busy with practice

so he just kinda doesn’t really give all the anime merch in your room a second glance even though it’s a dead giveaway

I bet Atsumu secretly watches some superhero anime - probably shounen stuff like My Hero Academia, one punch man etc.

He probably starts to notice you’re into anime/games because you’ll play games on your phone/gaming device all the time

One day he notices you’re giggling + blushing while looking at your screen. He’s curious to he heads over to you when coach says they can have a break

Peeks over your shoulder because he wants to know what you’re playing - but instead he’s greeted by some 2D samurai guy called Harada Sanosuke asking you to marry him

“Huh, I didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff y/n” tries to sound playful but internally he is screaming / ?????? WOT I DIDN’T KNOW MY S/O WAS INTO OTOME GAMES

Atsumus pretty chill about it at first, he probably teases you a lot about playing the game but isn’t really bugged about it

“Maybe you should thirst over your boyfriend instead of a fictional character babe~”

I mean - he knows he’s attractive and why be jealous? You only really play the game when he’s busy and you don’t really let the game play seep into your dates/hangouts

But one time he walks in on you reading some ~spicy~ hakuouki x reader fanfic and he’s like are u serious

Like you were lowkey quiet screaming to yourself and muttering “omg omg omg” when he walked in and you definitely tried to close your laptop so he couldn’t see what was open in your browser

Too bad Atsumu has mad reflexes and manages to prevent you from making your computer go to sleep

Briefly skims whatever it was that you were reading and smirks at you

“Hey, if you really want something like this, why don’t you let your real boyfriend deliver” before kissing you

Matsukawa Issei

Look, Issei just wants a chill movie/tv show night where the two of you can bundle up on the couch and binge whatever anime you feel like

Has everything set up - this man is ready to go: snacks? he has all of your favorites, couch? filled with soft pillows + multiple pillows. Attire? Comfy sweatpants shirtless 🥵

Last time he chose the series for your binge sleepover so he let you choose what the two of you were gonna watch this time

Turns out you decided to watch Psycho-Pass - it seemed like a pretty cool show, he was down with the whole dystopia/psychological concept

Starts out pretty normal, is appreciating the action + mystery elements and is glad that you chose that show

About halfway through the anime you two decide to take a break - he goes to the kitchen to refill your snacks, leaving to stretch you back.

When he comes back with more food, he notices that you’re hunched over your phone, typing something

He sneaks up behind you after he puts the food down, “Whatcha reading there babe?” You squeak and try to hide your phone, but not before he sees the words kougami x reader typed into your tumblr search bar

Lit-rally exCuSE me what - he’s not mad (more amused than anything else) but he also kind wants to tease you (bc Mattsun is a little shit)

“Is that the reason you wanted to watch this show?” he asks playfully. “He’s pretty hot tho, I kinda agree with you there babe.”

Now that he’s released the floodgate, he can’t stop your occasional comments like “omg how does he look so GOOD when he’s punching someone” or “he could shoot me with his dominator and i’d still say thank you”

The thirst comments are kinda getting to him, so he decides to take things in a different direction

“Let me what I can show you with my dominator~” L M A O I’M SORRY THIS EXISTS

Suddenly you’re being pulled onto his lap, and pressed against his bare chest, Issei barely gives you time to adjust before he’s kissing you roughly, tongue plunging into your mouth

His hands wrap around your hips pressing your core closer to his own, and you can feel his hard-on pressing into your stomach

He’ll be sure to suck a dark hickey onto the side of your neck and his hands travel under your shirt, just to remind you who your real boyfriend is

Needless to say, you won’t remember a single thing about the second half of the show after the night is over couch sex? Couch sex 😏

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massivedrickhead · 4 years ago

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Survival Comes With Sacrifice

The Stowaway/Bechloe AU no one asked for and no one wants to read.

This will spoil the shit out of the ending of Stowaway so be warned!

Angst ahead. I mean… you’ve seen the film, you know what happens…

Thank you to @zoe-levenson for being my beta for this 💖

Read on AO3

With her hands resting on the back of her head, her elbows digging painfully into her thighs, Beca forced herself to slow her breathing down.

In. Out. In. Out.

If she didn’t prevent a panic attack - and quickly - then it would be too late. She wouldn’t be able to do what she needed to do.

In. Out.

Just like she’d taught Chloe.

Chloe…

No. If she thought about Chloe now, she’d lose any resolve she had.

She could hear the muffled sniffling of her crew around her, the heavy breathing of Stacie, who had just returned to the ship with her.

No one wanted to say it, but she knew they were all thinking it.

“I dropped it,” Beca said, voicing that collective thought. Her voice catching despite every effort to keep it steady.

“It was an accident,” Chloe said, her own voice calm.

Beca had no idea how she could be calm right now. The second they received warning of the solar storm and Beca and Stacie had had to abandon their mission, Chloe must have known that was it for her.

“And someone’s going to die because of it,” Beca said, not meeting her eye.

“We still have one canister up there. Maybe… if we could get to it, three of us will make it,” Stacie said.

“The storm will last hours,” Commander Aubrey Posen said, clenching the fist of her broken arm, hoping the pain will keep her grounded. “By the time it’s safe to go out there, there’ll be nothing left.”

“But-”

“We’re talking deadly radiation. A guaranteed death sentence.”

“I’ll go,” Chloe said. “It’s my fault we’re even in this mess.”

“You aren’t trained for this,” Aubrey said. “I know you want to help, but if you don’t make it back, another one of us will still die.”

Chloe let out a huff of frustration. “I can try,” she said.

“You aren’t throwing your life away on the off chance you’ll make it,” Stacie said. “I’ll-”

“No,” Beca said, cutting her off. “You have a partner back home. A family. We... I lost one canister. That’s one life gone,” she said. She looked up and made eye contact with Aubrey, her commander. Her friend. “If we don’t get the other, that’s another life gone.”

“No,” Aubrey said.

“I’m the one who dropped it.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“I can do this,” Beca said, smiling now. “It should be me.”

“Beca,” Chloe said, her voice finally showing some fear. “Please. You can’t do this. I can’t let you do this.”

“I’m not asking for permission,” Beca said, still trying not to look at her. She looked at Aubrey again. “I can do this.”

Aubrey blinked back tears, and nodded. “You know I’d have done it if I could.”

“I know,” Beca said, standing and pulling up her suit.

“Beca, please don’t do this,” Chloe said, sobbing now. “Please don’t leave me. We’ll think of something else.”

“If I do this, all three of you live. If I don’t, two of us will still die,” Beca said. “Think about your sister back home. Think about Stacie’s family. Aubrey’s family. There’s no one waiting for me to come home. It should be me.”

“No!” Chloe said, shouting now. Angry tears spilling down her face. “This can’t be the only way. You can’t throw your life away.”

“I can,” Beca said. “If it means you all live, then I can. And I’m happy to.”

“Someone say something! Aubrey? Stacie? You’re going to let her do this?”

“Chloe,” Stacie said, softly, “this is the only way.”

Chloe let out a scoff.

“I know this is hard,” Aubrey said, putting her hand on Chloe’s arm.

“I don’t want to do this without you, Beca,” Chloe said, pulling away from Aubrey. “I love you.”

“Please don’t make this harder,” Beca said.

“You aren’t going to say it back?”

“Of course I fucking love you,” Beca said, closing her eyes as tears spilled down her cheeks. “That’s why I have to do this.”

Stacie stood up and gave Beca a hug, their foreheads resting against each other.

“Send your kid to Yale,” Beca said, causing Stacie to laugh and cry at the same time.

“Asshole,” she said, sniffing. “I’m so sorry, Beca.”

“I know,” Beca said. She turned to look at Aubrey.

“It’s going to be rough out there,” Aubrey said, trying to keep her composure. “You’re gonna start feeling sick, tired, and you’re gonna be pelted by stuff that’s going to burn your skin.”

“I’ll try not to die before I get the canister back,” Beca said.

“You know you won’t be able to come back in,” Aubrey said. “And we won’t be able to communicate once you go outside.”

“I know,” Beca said.

“So she dies alone too?” Chloe said.

“Chloe, you aren’t helping,” Stacie said.

“Fuck you, I don’t want to make this easy. I don’t want this to happen at all,” Chloe replied, her voice laced with fury.

“Nobody wants this,” Aubrey said. “If there was literally any other option we’d be doing this.”

“Chloe, I killed someone when I dropped that canister. If I do this, you live. Stacie lives. Aubrey lives.”

“But you don’t,” Chloe said, her voice breaking.

“I know,” Beca said. “But I fought so hard to keep you alive. So that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“Baby, please.” Chloe cupped Beca’s face with her hands and kissed her.

“I need you to make it, Chlo’,” Beca said, closing her eyes as Chloe’s thumbs stroked along her face. “You need to survive. You can’t give up once I’m gone.”

“Beca, it’s time,” Aubrey said.

“Okay,” Beca said, taking a deep breath. “Okay. I love you all.”

“No,” Chloe said.

“Please make it to Mars, and make it home. Get them to make a statue of me or something.”

“Beca, please.”

“It’s okay, Chloe.”

“No it isn’t!”

Beca took a step back, out of Chloe’s embrace, and put her helmet back on.

“I love you,” she said, moving towards the airlock.

“No!”

She grabbed Beca’s arm and pulled her back.

Aubrey and Stacie each took one of Chloe’s arms and pulled her away from Beca.

Beca rested her hand on the airlock door, and took one last look at them.

Chloe was fighting to get away from the others, and had even managed to remove her arm from Stacie’s grasp.

Beca pushed down on the handle, opened the airlock, and stepped inside. Chloe broke free as she closed the door behind her.

She couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she could see Chloe screaming and banging against the glass of the door.

Beca gave her one last look, and climbed the ladder up and out of the hatch.

The journey up the tether was worse this time, but she felt less afraid. Her fate had been sealed the second she stepped out into the storm, and now all she had to do was make it up and down without dropping the canister.

As she climbed up to the halfway point, the canister attached securely, she really began to feel it. Her head was throbbing and she was nauseous and tired, and her body was sore and burning. She licked her dry lips and felt a sharp sting. They were already chapped and blistering.

Going down was easier, but she took her time, knowing she couldn’t drop this one.

She landed gently, the canister safe in her arms, and walked back towards the hatch on shaky legs.

She saw Chloe watching her through the window, her face tear streaked.

Beca held up the canister in triumph, and carried on her walk.

She opened the hatch and lowered it back into the airlock.

She wished she could go back in. She knew she was done for. She couldn’t be saved. But she wished she could die with her friends at her side. With Chloe holding her hand. Maybe with an extra dose of pain meds to ease her off to sleep before she died.

But she supposed it could be worse.

Better this than slowly suffocating.

Better this than having to watch Chloe die. Or Aubrey or Stacie.

She sat down on the edge of the walkway, her legs dangling off into open space.

Her breathing was getting ragged now, and she was still being peppered by bursts of radiation.

But at least the view was good.

Her eyes remained fixed on the bright red star ahead, and her last thoughts were of home, and Chloe.

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petri808 · 4 years ago

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~~Day 2 of Lucy’s testimony

“Ms. Heartfilia, on the night of the kidnapping please start from the moment you got off the train and were walking back towards your apartment building.”

“O-Okay.” Lucy closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. ‘Just tell the truth, let the prosecutor direct her answers...’ She opened her eyes as she began. “We had a system in place, so whenever I was out alone, I would stay on the phone with someone. That night, Natsu was on the other end. He talked and kept me company. I was maybe halfway to the apartment building when I heard something behind me, but before I could turn to see what it was, I felt a hand wrap around my face and a cloth placed over my mouth. I-I screamed, and I heard Touka’s voice, and Natsu screaming over the phone but everything went black as I passed out. It happened really fast.”

“What was the next thing you remember?”

“I woke up in an apartment that I didn’t recognize. I remember being dizzy, my head hurt, and my eyes were all blurry. My... m-my hands and feet were tied up, and I was lying on my side on the floor.” Lucy stopped again to take another deep breath before continuing. “That’s when I heard noises like drawers opening and closing. I couldn’t see where it was coming from at first, but I guess my mind told me it must be Touka. So, my survival instincts kicked in at that moment. I stayed still, pretending to be asleep, but I cracked my eyes open to see what I could.”

“And what could you see?”

“I s-saw, like a couch, and a wall, and it was covered with photographs of Natsu— just completely covered. And I could see there was all kinds of them, close ups, far shots, old stuff, new ones, clippings... but they weren’t just Natsu. I could see a lot of me and our friends too, and that really creeped me out cause I knew she was watching us, but just, you know, to see it— that was really hard. I tried so hard to stay focused on what was happening. I just kept thinking, I’ve gotta find a way out of there.”

Lucy took the jury through that night, step, by step just as she’d been coached by the prosecutor. The closer she got to the main event, the slower she moved through each detail. They covered all the visuals she saw from her vantage point, inching their way to the moment Touka had begun her physical assault. Lucy’s hands sat in her lap, but they constantly opened and closed into fists to disburse the building anxieties in a physical way. It was a technique her therapist had shown her specifically to use during the trial. Thank goodness for all the preparations by her therapist, because recalling these memories were to re-live them and that was all extremely difficult.

“You testified that Ms. Shiromajyo did not know you were already awake. So, how did she wake you up?”

Lucy took a deep breath knowing this was the hardest part, but the prosecutor needed her to tell the tale. “She kicked me really hard in the back which made me roll over to try and defend, but before I could she stomped me in the stomach, and just kept kicking me over and over...” Lucy’s body trembled as she relieved the event in her mind. “I-I couldn’t do much because I was tied up tightly, so I kept rolling to the side and curling up in a ball. I didn’t wanna scream, because... b-because I thought that’s what she wanted to hear, and I wasn’t gonna give her that satisfaction. But I think it only made her angrier.”

“Was she saying anything through this attack?”

“Y-Yes...” Lucy’s voice cracked. “S-She was calling me a slut and a bitch and blamed me for the pain she was feeling. Said if only I’d walked away like she’d warned me to, I wouldn’t be in this situation. So, I snapped back that hurting me wouldn’t make Natsu love her. That killing me...” Lucy sucked in a breath, “wasn’t worth going to jail over. I thought— that maybe if I try to reason with her, get her to see this wouldn’t change anything, she’d stop, but— it didn’t faze her.” Lucy shivered at how cold Touka’s eyes had been at the moment. “She said, “if I can’t have him, neither will you.” That, “don’t you think I know that?” But she didn’t care. This woman was going to kill me, and she said it with a straight face. That’s when I knew she was serious, and I started preparing myself to die.”

Eventually, Lucy couldn’t even look in Natsu’s direction. She could see the utter turmoil on his face, and it only added to her anxiety. So, instead, she looked at the jury members themselves. That was another tactic the prosecutor instructed Lucy to do. ‘Talk to them,’ he’d explained. ‘Think of this as your opportunity to tell your story. Let them see all the emotions you were feeling then, or feeling now, because they need to know how much Touka’s actions have affected you.’ So, that’s what Lucy did her best to do, scanning just above their heads. She still couldn’t make eye contact because just like Natsu, listening to her story brought a lot of pain to many of their faces.

With tears trickling down, Lucy continued giving a blow by blow account leading up to Natsu’s arrival, and what happened before the authorities arrived. How she got the cut on her neck and other injuries, and how they were fighting against Touka as hard as they could. Tears trickled slowly down her cheeks as she spoke, but she didn’t stop talking. She told them how Natsu begged Touka to leave her alone, even willing to give up his life for it, but once Natsu admitted that he loved her, that really set Touka off. “That— T-That not how I wanted to find out he loved me!” Lucy screamed through the tears. “That’s not how anyone should find that out! And she took that beautiful thing away from me!” Lucy slumped in her chair, trying to stop the heavy sobs wracking her body. Saying it out loud, the anger was seething inside of her because she hadn’t expected to have this reaction. Maybe she’d buried it for far too long?

“Ms. Heartfilia, do you need a break?”

“N-No,” she wiped away the sloppy tears. “I can finish this. I-I need to keep going.”

“Take a moment to compose yourself,” the judge explained, “then continue.”

Lucy nodded to the judge in acknowledgment, then after a long deep exhale, continued to tell the jury how she’d watched as Natsu defended her and what was going through her mind as she saw him stabbed. “All the blood...” she whimpered, fighting the urge to bawl again. “There was so much blood from Natsu’s injuries. I started freaking out because I didn’t wanna die and I didn’t wanna watch my boyfriend killed! So, I-I grabbed the closest object which was a hardcover book— her school yearbook and just started swinging as hard as I could despite my wrists being tied. I was just running on adrenaline at the point knowing it had to be either her or us, and I’m sorry, but I did not want to die.”

At that stage of the testimony, Lucy took the jury through the police’s arrival from her perspective. What she’d observed, and how they finished subduing Touka. “Once they took her into custody, I think I was just in shock. Frankly, I don’t even know how I managed to stay focused through the whole ordeal, I just remember thinking if this woman was gonna kill me, I’d make it as difficult as possible.” Finally, Lucy covered the timeline for the jury between the scene and going to the hospital for treatment, including the panic attack and his she had to be sedated.

“And how has this affected you since the incident?”

“Objection! Leading! This has no relevance to the case!” The defense attorney argued to the judge. “The witnesses state of mind after the fact could be contributed to multiple factors and there’s no way to attribute it solely to my client or the events revolves around my client.”

The prosecutor countered, arguing that Lucy’s continued reactions to the events over the ensuing months was relevant to the case.

But the judge only ruled partially in the States favor. “Re-word you question counselor to the event itself.”

“Ms. Heartfilia, please provide any specific factors you’ve suffered relating to your experiences with Ms. Shiromajyo.”

“W-Well, my panic attacks and nightmares are because of what happened. I keep seeing and reliving things like a movie replaying in my mind. Especially the attack, I literally wake up screaming because of bloody dreams, and this causes me problems, like I don’t get enough sleep, I couldn’t focus on school. Just the fear of leaving my apartment has kept me from doing anything really for months. I’m scared of being kidnapped, even though logically I know Touka is in jail, it doesn’t just make those feelings go away. I wish it did— Heaven help me, I wish it would just go away, but it doesn’t.”

“So, you still fear Ms. Shiromajyo?”

Lucy stiffened and nodded her head vehemently as she shrunk down in the chair. “Yes.”

“Thank you, no further questions at this time. We reserve the right to recall the witness.”

“Cross?” The judge asked the defense, to which they also responded with reserve the right to recall. “Then Ms. Heartfilia, you may leave the stand, but be available in case of being recalled.”

Lucy nodded quietly at the judge, then slipped out of the courtroom. The bailiff lead her to a back room, along with her therapist so she couldn’t hear what was going on. Once in the safety of the room, she broke down. All the emotions she’d tampered down to get through the testimony, rushed out. She’d shed tears during her testimony, but now she was free to sob openly.

“You did great,” the therapist cooed, soothing the young woman. She tightened her hug, “that’s good, just let it all out.”

A knock at the door came, as Natsu and Levy were allowed inside. Natsu immediately went to his girlfriend and took over for the therapist. “Shh,” he spoke softly and smoothed his hand against her hair. “You did amazing babe!”

“Lu, you did great up there! We’re really proud of you!”

“Thanks, guys,” Lucy sniffled into Natsu’s chest. She was proud of getting through it without having a break down, but the nagging knowledge of this wasn’t over yet, still loomed large. The defense was surely going to recall her at some stage, and even if the attorney didn’t, the prosecutor could, plus just the waiting sucked! “Can we please go home? I-I just wanna go home.”

#nalu #nalu fan fic #nalu fanfiction #nalu au #Natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfilia #Natsu x lucy #angst #nalu fan fiction #strangers on a train #ch 29

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jcmorrigan · 4 years ago

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It's giovanni's bday today! (or yesterday if you get this ask tomarrow) Any HCs for the birthday boy?

Okay I am once again doing this off the top of my head because I wanted to go improv style, but here is a story called THAT TIME THE BLASTERS TRIED TO THROW A SURPRISE PARTY AND IT DIDN’T GO WELL.

-Crusher has Giovanni’s birthday marked in his personal planner, and in his phone, and he also has the week leading up to it marked, and his calendar has that entire week outlined in pink marker, and basically mid-January he bursts in on a meeting of the other Blasters and goes “THE BOSS’ BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP YOU GUYS”

-One of them - I’m gonna say Flamethrower - actually has a late January birthday and is like “Can we not focus on my birthday first? Please? No? Okay.” (Don’t worry. Giovanni himself will throw Flamethrower THE BIGGEST PARTY)

-So for a while, Giovanni has been going around like “So my birthday is coming up. I sure hope nobody..............IS PLANNING A SURPRISE PARTY”

-Crusher: “So, guys, I’m not sure, but I think he might want a surprise party.” Car Crash: “Are you sure about that?”

-They resolve they are indeed going to throw him the most surprising of parties! Which means they CANNOT acknowledge his birthday until the moment of truth. They have to make him think they FORGOT.

-Which is not easy when Giovanni enters the temporary lair (I still love “abandoned library”; pry that one from my cold fingers) and goes “THE BIRTHDAY BOY HAS ARRIVED”

-There’s a host of grunts and vague acknowledgements. Nobody gets up from what they’re doing.

-Giovanni clears his throat. “I SAID. The birthday boy HAS ARRIVED!”

-Ben: “Happy birthday.” Giovanni: “SHUT UP, BEN!”

-So he tries to just focus on heist planning since nobody seems to be up for birthday talk. Halfway through detailing how he’s going to break into the local public pool after hours for illegal swimming, which is TOTALLY a thing high-profile criminals do, he just slams his hands down on a table and goes “SERIOUSLY, DOES NOBODY CARE THAT IT’S MY BIRTHDAY?”

-Nope. (At least...that’s what they WANT him to think.)

-”That’s fine. This is fine. It doesn’t have to be about me all the time. I can take it.”

-Ten minutes and he’s crying in the corner, wiping his eyes with the corner of his cape, because nobody cares about his birthday

-Ten more minutes and he just storms out. Spike: “So I’m thinking maybe we didn’t think this plan all the way through...”

-Nobody wants to celebrate Giovanni’s birthday? He’ll throw HIS OWN BIRTHDAY PARTY

-He spends, like, four hours making the world’s most perfect layer cake, with the layers dyed all different colors

-His mom walks in on him hanging a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME” banner in the living room and is just “Giovanni what are you doing”

-(She then hands him a watch and a gift card because she might argue with her son a lot but she’s a good mom)

-None of the Blasters seem to care about Giovanni’s birthday...so he’s going to invite his OTHER friends!

-Except Molly’s...busy. Busy? With WHAT? Does she not get that it’s her boss’ birthday?

-(She’s helping the other Blasters prep for the party later.)

-Fast forward fifteen minutes and Giovanni has rounded up one (1) party guest. And the only reason Sylvie is here is because it will get Giovanni to stop blowing up his phone. (Bonus reason: there’s cake. Sylvie doesn’t like to admit it but he loves cake.)

-Sylvie starts to rethink his decision when Giovanni makes him wear a sparkly party hat

-Sylvie realizes that generally one should give a birthday-haver a birthday gift. He doesn’t particularly WANT to but it’s only polite. So he offers for a free therapy session

-(..............is Sylvie the THIRD therapist character with weird nightmare powers that I like? That’s for another post)

-Giovanni: “Please. I am completely self-actualized. I don’t need any help with my emotions.”

-Giovanni, two minutes later, on the couch sobbing: “AND THEY ACTED LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL AND I THOUGHT WE WERE ALL FRIENDS”

-Sylvie is...weirdly sympathetic. But also curious. Why would everyone bail on Giovanni? People mostly seem to like him.

-”And then Bear Trap was busy with some weird appointment she couldn’t even tell me about - “

-It hits Sylvie like a freight train, and he says it before he can think through the consequences: “You...you realize they’re all planning a surprise party for you, right?”

-Giovanni: “They WHAT”

-Sylvie lines up the evidence. Everybody loves Giovanni, but they’re acting like his birthday is nothing, meaning it’s a fakeout.

-Giovanni: “WHY THOSE NO-GOOD DIRTY LIARS - I LOOOOOOVE THEEEEMMMMM”

-Well, the problem is that he and Sylvie have already put away an entire layer cake. Oh, well! Birthdays are for eating two cakes. Birthdays are for doing whatever you want, really!

-Crusher calls him to tell him to come down to the temp lair at once and Giovanni’s just “Riiiiiight. I gotcha.” He winks, even though Crusher can’t see him wink over the phone. Then he goes to head out -

-And at the last minute, invites Sylvie to come along, because Sylvie is his rival, and to a true villain, a rival is as important to you as any friend! (Read: Sylvie is his friend and he wants him at this party)

-Crusher, in the meantime: “I think he figured us out.” Molly: “Probably.”

-So when Giovanni shows up to find the temp lair decked out in confetti and streamers, and a big ol’ chocolate cake on the table, the Blasters all yell “SURPRISE!” with these looks on their faces like they don’t know if he will actually be surprised

-Giovanni: “OH MY GOD I AM SO. SURPRISED!”

-Sylvie: “Yeah, literally no one here is surprised by anything. You all knew what each other was doing.”

-Giovanni: “Though I am touched that you guys gave me the surprise party I’d been bugging you about for weeks - “

-Sylvie: “YOU MEAN YOU TOLD THEM YOU WANTED THIS AND THEY STILL FOOLED YOU? WHAT THE HELL”

-And they all dance the night away to rock songs that probably have too many swear words for Molly to be listening to, but she doesn’t care.

That was more of a story than headcanons but I hope you enjoyed it anyhow

#giovanni potage #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DUDE!!!!!!

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karasimpno · 3 years ago

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Hi babe, I thought I would send you a quick msg.

Honestly, life is hard. We’re thrown into this world and are expected to do things to survive. It’s literally so much harder than we think but just cause we see other people coping better than us doesn’t mean we’re falling behind. We all go at different paces. I turned 25 in the summer. I messed up my degree and couldn’t graduate. I’m now trying to resit 2 modules this academic year and I have to pay for them myself. And tbh, I’m half wondering whether I should do it. I don’t plan to do anything with my degree. I have bad memories from my uni experience. A lot of firsts in the bad memories department and I don’t want to think about it anymore. But at the same time. I don’t want an unfinished degree. I’m stuck in this limbo and I need to decide before the end of the month.

I thought by 25, I’d have a job suited to my degree and would’ve moved out from home. But my life went a whole different direction. I am nowhere near to where I want to be and yes, it gets so fucking tiring. But I have hope. It may be very small but it’s there. Everyday I wake up and think “I’ve survived another day, I wonder where today will take me”.

My current situation is that I live at home with my parents, my dad lost his job cos of covid and my mum works full time at a supermarket. I work part time at a supermarket (since my first year of university) and we use our pay checks to pay for bills (no rent because thank god my parents bought this house and have paid off the loan).

I didn’t send this for you to hear my sob story! Please don’t take me the wrong way. I sent this because I want to tell you that you aren’t alone. So many of us are in the same mindset my dear. We’ll get there somehow. I’m there for you. And also, don’t ever worry about putting these kinds of feelings on your page. You are allowed to write out your feelings. It’s healthy. Also, you honestly don’t have to post a response. I just want you to know that even though we live in different countries, our struggles are the same and I am always here for you. Please make sure to always treat yourself well. You should never let go of your happiness. And make sure to give yourself a break. Being a functioning human being is hard. We’ve evolved way too much but our brains and feelings aren’t able to cope with it all tbh.

Take care of yourself my lovely. ♥️

Oh babe!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 Not I teared up at reading this because I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TOOK THE TIME TO SEND THIS TO me oh my goodness no I totally know this wasn't to send a sob story, it's just genuinely to know that there are people out there like me experiencing similar struggles....like I'm halfway through my law program now and people keep asking me "what I want to do with it" and I still don't know I don't know anything! This is so comforting to hear you absolute angel. My heart is so warm rn oh my goodness thank you. This really means a lot to me to hear, thank you.

#elle answers #elle's anons #also u sound like ur from the uk? isn't it like way past ur bedtime??

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shianhygge-imagines · 5 years ago

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REQUEST: FFVII Dating Headcanons [Angeal Hewley]

AN: You know? Haven’t written much of anything for FFVII but these headcanons since my high school years... and I say high school years like it’s been soooo long... but that was literally only five years ago.... But you know... Angeal... I’ve always wanted to hug Angeal... always wanted to smack him, too... i seem to want to slap all the FIRST Class SOLDIERs....

Sometimes I mutter, “Embrace your dreams... and protect your honor.” and promptly break down in tears. I know it’s a Zack quote, but Angeal planted it in his head dammit. As you can tell, I’m still traumatized from Crisis Core. I’D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LATE THIS IS!

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~ I’m going to be honest, everyone... I’ve always imagined Angeal to be the most straight-laced and normal out of the SOLDIER First Class trio, so it’s kinda weird now that I’m actually trying to write a headcanon for him... I’m going to do my best, though, because he deserves just as much love as Sephiroth, Zack, and Genesis do. ~ Manly man. the Manliest man you will ever meet without being an obnoxious manly man. does that make sense? Probably not... >.>

~ This self sacrificing stupid wholesome hunk of a short sighed idiot (;.;) Is the gentleman of the FIRST Class trio that we all love to hate (or hate to love) so much. Angeal always has his friends’ backs... dealing with problems that probably shouldn’t even involve him in the first place.

~ Oh hey... Genesis needs an alibi to skip a social event full of adoring fans? Sure! No problem! Angeal’ll host a last minute dinner party for his friends so that his childhood best friend doesn’t have to spend an entire night dodging marriage proposals.

~ What? Sephiroth fled his apartment after coitus because he didn’t want to deal with a woman’s tears from being asked to leave?...

“Sephiroth...” The use of his given name instead of a nickname is a telling sign of Angeal’s disapproval as the SOLDIER General leans against a shadowy alley, cell phone pressed to his ear. “I can’t keep kicking those girls out of your apartment. Maybe you should let her stay the night... maybe even have breakfast with her?”

The General grits his teeth, remembering the events earlier in the night before shaking his head, “Angeal... not her. Can you please, just... do something? I promise I’ll sit down and have breakfast with the next one.” There’s a heavy sigh from the other side of the phone, and Sephiroth knows that he’d won.

~ And that was how Angeal Hewley ended up walking into Sephiroth’s apartment with a bouquet of apology flowers and comforted the sobbing girl that his friend had abandoned in his apartment.

~ This is actually how Angeal gained most of his fans, and how the “Keepers of Honor” was founded.

~ Now, you may be wondering... oh! You’re probably one of the women that Angeal had to escort out of Sephiroth’s apartment with apologies on his lips! Or perhaps you’re one of the women’s friend? Mmmmmhmmm... nope.

~ You’re actually the one who made the bouquets that Angeal brings as apologies.

~ You don’t really care much about SOLDIERs in general, preferring to go about your life as a relatively normal civilian. The flower shop that you work at is owned by your family, and while you have always worked in the shop with your family, you didn’t start to pay attention to any of the faces that passed through until you were old enough to learn the meanings behind the elegant beauties that your parents worked so hard to maintain.

~ Eventually, your family decided that you should man the till for walk in orders. And it is while you work these shifts that you start to notice a rather tall man with raven hair enter the shop right before you closed the shop for the night, requesting bouquets that conveyed the sincerest of apologies. ~ One night, after seeing the man appear for the third time that week, you raised a brow at him and inquired:

“You always seem to be apologizing...” You knew that it wasn’t any of your business, but apologizing every few days with a bouquet of expensive flowers was excessive and a sign of a failing relationship. “Scorned lover?”

The question startled the taller man as he watched you move around the store, pulling bloom after bloom to put together another bouquet for him that week. It’s the first time you notice his eyes... and the subtle glow of Mako accenting them. The man, who you identified as a SOLDIER coughed in embarrassment before shaking his head, a kind smile on his lips. “No. They’re not for a lover... They’re for...” His brows furrow in thought, “for my friend’s... lovers.” You raise your brows, baffled as you arrange the flowers before wrapping them. “Sounds like your friend’s a “love ‘em and leave ‘em” type, aren’t they?” There’s an air of exhaustion and defeat on the man’s face as he moves to take out his wallet, pulling Gil from the pouch to pay for the expensive bundle. “You could say that.” “Why do you have to apologize for them though?” You wonder under your breath, not intending for him to hear you over the crinkling of the foil as you tied the ribbon on the outside and turned around with the completed bouquet in your hands. Glowing blue eyes met your own, a patient and gentle expression in place instead of what you expected to be annoyance. “My friend has a lot on his shoulders, and his upraising wasn’t the best. Even though it’s a bit of an inconvenience for me, I’m glad that he’s able to rely on me as he learns...” the man smirks, and you can’t help but find him charmingly handsome as the smile lights up his features. “Even if he’s a little slow at understanding things.” His hand extends to hand you the payment for your hard work, but you shake your head and extend the bouquet to him, pushing the handful of Gil back towards the SOLDIER. “It’s on the house.” The confused look on his face brings you great amusement as you shoo him out the door. “You’re a good friend, stranger. Just keep doing what you’re doing. And feel free to stop by any time you need to apologize for your friend. If I’m working that night, the bouquet’s on me.” He allows you to usher him out of the shop and turns just as you lean against the side of the door. “I.... that’s not necessary...” He falters, not knowing your name. “Y/N” You supply with a laugh before turning to walk back into the flower shop. “You better head back, SOLDIER, I heard that you guys had curfews.” “My name’s Angeal.”

The SOLDIER calls out to your retreating form, giving you pause before turning your body to look at him one last time before the door closed. “Goodnight, Angeal.”

~ After that night, you were frequently visited by Angeal... most of the time, it was to pick up a bouquet and have a quick chat with you... but there were times where Angeal would appear halfway through you shift, bringing you dinner. (This was, of course, after you told him that you often skipped meals during your shifts).

~ It’s during these visits that you started to learn that he was a SOLDIER First Class, though he was surprised that you didn’t seem to care that he was friends with the great General Sephiroth or Genesis Rhapsodos. Angeal was surprised to find that your interest in his friends was just the amusing image of the mighty SOLDIER General running away from sobbing women

~ Eventually, Angeal bought less and less bouquets (due to Sephiroth calming down in his escapades), and the simple visits turned into long conversations, nights where the SOLDIER walked you home when he didn’t have an urgent mission, and just times where you two enjoyed one another’s company.

~ Neither of you put much thought into your relationship, and there wasn’t a dramatic reveal of feelings. It just seemed normal and right to slip into one another’s life. A seamless transition from sitting close to leaning against one another, to holding hands, to intimate nuzzling, to light chaste kisses...

~ Before you know it, you’re being asked to move in with Angeal... his official proclamation that you two are in a relationship.

~ It’s awfully domestic between the two of you. The apartment is full of flowers and other plants due to the fact that you both shared a love of flora, and the chores are often split... with Angeal cooking and cleaning whenever he has the day off, and you taking care of the days in between.

~ Angeal is a romantic... though not a dramatic one... and he’ll never miss a chance to tell you how much he loves you.

~ He’s the type to pamper you with chaste kisses at every private moment that you have together, putting your priorities first. Always.

~ He often feels guilty that he doesn’t spend enough time with you. That you’re taking on the burden of taking care of so many chores when he’s away. And you have to fight to reassure Angeal that you’re happy with him... that you wouldn’t trade your relationship with him for the world.

~ There are times where his work life bleeds into his personal life... Sephiroth and Genesis meddling with your relationship, being one thing... and when Angeal decided to mentor one lovable puppy of a teen named Zack Fair... but it’s almost like another family.

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Argh! Let me just wallow in my despair, he’s such a perfect husband ;.;

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my work, please consider buying me a Ko-fi!

#shianhygge #shian imagines #final fantasy vii #Crisis Core Final Fantasy Vii #Angeal Hewley #angeal hewley x reader #ffvii #ffvii:cc #angeal headcanon #final fantasy vii headcanons #requests

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moolovesyou · 5 years ago

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Your Love | JJ Maybank

Request: @sweetestdolan can you possibly do a outer banks JJ x reader imagine where it’s to the song “All I want” in High School Musical TMTS where her and JJ used to date but he couldnt admit that he loves her and they broke up and somehow ends up dating Topper but he’s you know topper (lol) and then reader and Jj end up together in the end again

Author’s note: literally cannot rn. this and the song made my heart go uwu. i was kinda worried writing this cause I thought it wouldn’t be too good and mediocre but :] i think it turned out ok.

Genre/Type: Angst & Fluff

Warning(s): Cursing, Mentions of alcohol.

Word Count: 1,376

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Nothing felt right anymore. The arms I was currently wrapped in didn’t feel like his. The kisses placed on my face didn’t give me butterflies like his did. The hands roaming my body felt meaningless to me. I wanted him.

But he didn’t want me.

I found a guy, told me I was a star He held the door held my hand in the dark And he's perfect on paper but he's lying to my face Does he think that I'm the kinda girl who needs to be saved?

Topper was the first person to see me after him and I broke up. He told me he wasn’t worth my tears. He would call me every night and visit me every morning. My heart swelled up. I had just broke up with someone I’d thought I’d be with forever. Topper came and swooped me off my feet. But the thought of him still lingered.

And there's one more boy, he's from my past We fell in love but it didn't last 'Cause the second I figure it out he pushes me away And I won't fight for love if you won't meet me halfway And I say that I'm through but this song's still for you.

The day it happened was the worst day of my life. He sat me down inside the Chateau, everyone was outside on the porch. My day had been so well, but he had been distant. We used to see each other everyday, and it somehow turned to once a week. He didn’t even hesitate.

“I think we need a break...”

My grin dropped and my face lost all color. I heard what he said but it didn’t feel real. He averted his eyes from me, a guilty look on his face. I stared at him. I didn’t know if I was angry or sad.

“But... Don’t you love me...?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he patted my knee and stood up. He looked at me one more time before walking out the door. I sat there trying to grasp what just happened. When I finally understood it a sob racked through my body. I curled up into the couch and cried. The others might have heard me from the porch since they ran in.

The questions they asked sounded muffled to me.

“He left me.”

All I want is love that lasts Is all I want too much to ask Is it something wrong with me All I want is a good guy Are my expectations far too high Try my best but what can I say All I have is myself at the end of the day But shouldn't that be enough for me.

“Y/N, you need to stop. Give that to me.” Topper tried to take the bottle of beer out of my hand. I pushed him away and drunkenly walked away from him. He followed behind me. “Why are you drinking all of a sudden? You hate drinking.”

I turned to look at him. My intoxicate facade changed quickly into one of pain. “Why did you take me here? You knew he’d be here. He’s he one that throws the fucking keggers.”

Topper rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Of course this is about him. I don’t think you’ve ever gotten over him. I’ve been here, trying to help you get over him, but you just can’t fucking do it.”

I staggered over to him. “Go ahead. Leave me just like he did. I think I know what the problem is.” I tumbled backwards and threw my hands in the arm. “I’m the problem. I’m the fucking PROBLEM!”

And I miss the days When I was young and naive I thought the perfect guy would come and find me Now happy ever after it don't come so easily.

I ignored Topper’s calls and walked away from the party. I leaned down and laid next to a palm tree. I hugged my knees and sniffled quietly. People stared at me but I could care less. I’d fucked my life up twice. I lost the love of my life and a good guy. No one could love me.

Rain started to pour out of the dark sky and people scattered to their cars. I sat still, shivering a little.

“Y/N?”

I hesitantly looked up to see Kiara. She ran over to me and picked me up. She dragged me into her car and drove to god knows where.

“I thought you hated me.” I slurred.

“Why would I hate you?” She glanced at me. Her worried eyes made me feel like a burden.

“Everyone hates me.” I stared at the raindrops trickling down the window. A tear of mine mirrored them. “I’ve ruined my life, Kie.”

She stopped the car and looked at me. She hugged me tightly, afraid that if she let go I’d crumble into pieces. “He didn’t think you really loved him.”

I furrowed my brows. “What?”

“He thought you were too good to be true.” Kie chuckled as she wiped a stray tear from my cheek. “Ever since you two broke up, I haven’t seen him smile the same.”

I couldn’t comprehend it. He broke up with me because I was too good for him? “Where is he?”

“The Chateau.” She pointed out and I realized she drove us here. I thanked Kie with my with my whole heart. I ran out of the car, ignoring the rain drenching me.

I ran up to the door and hesitated for a second. I brought my fist down to the door and knocked. I heard shuffling and the door click open.

There he was.

It was the first time I’d seen him since we broke up. His hair was disheveled and greasy. His once vibrant blue eyes were dull. His lips were chapped and dark bags formed under his eyes. His mouth hung slightly open.

All I want is love that lasts Is all I want too much to ask Is it something wrong with me, oh All I want is a good guy Are my expectations far too high Try my best but what can I say All I have is myself at the end of the day And all I want is for that to be okay.

“Y/N?”

He was probably in shock as well. The girl who turned his life around and invaded every thought in his mind was standing in front of him. She was completely drenched. Her wet hair hung over her face. The clothes stuck to her body. A small glimmer of hope shone in her eyes.

“JJ Maybank, I love you. You changed my life the day I met you. Your smile made my heart do leaps. You saved me from having a boring life. Ever since I met you I haven’t had the same thought process. I want to surf and catch fish instead of playing dress-up and drinking expensive piña coladas. I want to do these things with you. You changed me. I’m not too good for you. I need you. The day after we broke up felt like I was back to my old life. I don’t want that. I want you.”

He started at me for a while. He probably thought I was crazy. He’d probably slam the door on me right now.

A sad chuckle came from him. “I didn’t want to believe we were in love. It scared me.” He mumbled.

“But, Y/N L/N, I love you too. And I will make sure that we can do whatever you want for the rest of our lives. I want to be with you. I can’t express in words how much I missed you. It felt like I lost a part of me. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Just, don’t ever do that again.” The both of us grin.

I could of sworn the color in his eyes came back to life in that moment. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into an embrace. He nuzzled his nose into my wet hair. It didn’t matter. I was finally in his arms. This is what felt right.

I finally got him back.

I got JJ Maybank back in my arms. The love of my life.

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Tagging these lovelies: @anxietyismyspiritanimal @thatboogiebro

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #obx #outer banks #outer banks imagine

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main-to-card-games-and-pain · 5 years ago

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phosphorescence

I originally started to write this in July, and was going to gift it to @blondsak for her 250, but then I was awful and never finished it. BUT my queen has just (ish) celebrated her 500. So, this is for @blondsak as a gift, and for @frostysunflowers because we torment her with so much angst and she’s also a queen.

...

“I like Canada,” Peter declared, watching the trees roll by through the windshield. “Imagine how this drive would look in the fall.”

“I’ll take you in October,” Tony grinned. “You’re right, it’s... something else.”

“Canada’s like, really cool.”

“It’s like the United States bud.”

“But it’s not, it just feels different Mr.Stark. Oh! What’s that?”

Tony smiled to himself as Peter stuck his nose against the window to get a look at the passing group of mountain goats. “Mountain goats, Pete.”

“So cool...”

Peter was a kid who’d only ever seen New York, Washington, and the drive in between, so Tony was understanding of his excitement.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky and see a bear,” he said, feigning casualness, “they’re out of hibernation now.”

Tony pretended not to see Peter’s eyes light up at the mere suggestion of more wildlife. “Really?! They get that close to the highway?”

“Sometimes,” the inventor replied.

“That’s awesome.” The boy shifted himself in his seat, fidgeting with the air conditioning. “Thanks for bringing me, Mr.Stark. I really appreciate it.”

Tony glanced at the kid from the corner of his eye and found a rather inconvenient lump had lodged in his throat. “Yeah well,” he choked out, “I missed my kid - catching up on lost time and all.”

The teen’s mouth quirked in a mixture of sadness and warmth as he wordlessly nodded. There’d been a time of dust and debris and death and devastation, but Tony got him back, and they were okay now.

“How long before we actually have to do the work we’re here for?”

Tony laughed, Peter almost sounded like Pepper when he said things like that. “Three days kiddo, and then I have to make a stop at BCIT and UBC for their engineering programs’ clean energy sector kick off.”

“You funded two universities?” Peter held nothing less than awe in his voice, not for the billionaire’s wealth but for his generosity.

“Not just me,” Tony replied, “there’s a few other donors too.”

“Yeah but not like Tony Stark.”

“Not like Tony Stark,” the mechanic agreed. “As for you, my young padawan, you aren’t working this weekend, you’re just here for the ride.”

“Would you care if I jumped ship and decided to study at one of these universities?”

“Already that attached to Canada, Pete?” Tony laughed. “No, I wouldn’t care. Wherever you want to go is lucky to have you, and your university fees are on me, so it makes no difference.”

“Cause I like Vancouver.”

“We’re on Vancouver Island right now, not the city Vancouver.”

The teenager groaned, “what’s the point of that? Making them two different things.”

“Ask the white dudes who named it, I don’t know.” Peter snorted, resuming his position of pressing against the window. “You can go to sleep if you want, we’re about an hour from the cabin.”

He said this mostly for show, recognizing how Peter was already relaxing into the sweet embrace of Morpheus.

...

Peter’s eyes sluggishly blinked open just as the car rumbled to a stop. “We’re h’re?” He mumbled sleepily, pulling himself up from his place against the seatbelt.

“We’re here,” Tony confirmed, opening his door and stepping into the afternoon sun.

Peter followed, sighing and pushing the car door open. He had just pulled himself out of the car when he stopped dead in his tracks and closed his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Tony asked, worry tinging his voice.

“Nothing,” Peter whispered, a smile beginning to pull his mouth up, “it’s quiet.”

Tony smiled back at him and started unloading their duffel bags. “It’s nice?”

Peter had yet to open his eyes. “So nice,” he murmured. The teen opened his eyes, taking in the surroundings properly. “This place is... it’s stunning, Mr.Stark.”

Tony smiled. “I thought you’d like it.”

Peter could see the lake from where they stood, but it was through the sprinkling of trees that grew high enough that Peter thought he could see them brush the blue of the sky. The water sparkled like crystal, stark and clear against the browning forest floor that shifted and crinkled as he shifted. Everything smelt of cedar and moss. The cabin was up the drive, wooden and big enough to be comfortable and small enough to be cozy.

It was perfect.

Sun filtered through the branches and lit the space in patches, and a breeze took the heat with it, leaving only cool contentedness; it such a surreal and idyllic scene that Peter almost wanted to blink to clear the dream away.

“I...” But there were no words for what Peter was feeling at that moment; peace, maybe, peace and quiet. “I really like it, Mr.Stark,” the boy finally whispered, tears prickling at his eyes.

“Oh- oh no, Peter... don’t cry. Why are you crying?” Tony dropped the bag and gathered the boy into his arms. “Hey, you’re okay… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Peter sobbed, “I’m fine.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the response. “You don’t sound fine, Underoos."

“I’m just really happy,” Peter continued to cry.

“Alright,” Tony grinned, pulling the teenager’s head closer to his heart. “As long as you’re happy.”

…

“Mr.Stark, why couldn’t we swim until literally midnight?”

“You’ll see kid; don’t doubt me!”

“I have to doubt you, or else Ms.Potts would be mad at us - you - way more often than she is.”

Peter stuck his tongue out cheekily at the billionaire’s own snarky expression, mimicking him as he slipped the beach towel into the bag.

“I’m just saying,” the teenager continued, “we can’t even see anything without the light and it’s going to be cold as fuck out there.”

“First off, I’d say language but I don’t want to sound too much like Cap. Secondly, it was sunny and hot all day, it won’t be that bad, and trust me it will be worth it.”

“Fine,” Peter huffed, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he hauled the beach bag over his shoulder. “You should at least have to hold a bag,” he grumbled, “this is your idea.”

Tony pointed at himself. “Heart condition.” And then at Peter. “Enhanced. You do the math, genius.”

“‘You do the math genius’” the boy mocked, ducking a swat to the head.

“God,” Tony huffed without any real malice, “teenagers…”

With an exaggerated flourish he was out of the cabin and into the crisp night air, Peter rolling his eyes and following behind obediently. The pair walked the short trail to the lake, Peter’s flashlight lighting the way when Mr.Stark’s “dinosaur” torch flickered away and died halfway through.

They stopped a few metres away from the shore of the lake, where the water was gently dipping onto the sand and away again. Peter wasn’t exactly certain but he was fairly sure that finding a sandy lake was a rarity this far west in Canada.

“Okay,” he said expectantly, “now’s the time where you give me the explanation for why we’re here this late.”

“Do you know what a phosphorescent organism is?” Tony casually asked him instead. Peter blinked once at the sudden diversion and/or subject change.

“Yeah? The things that make light on their own? Right?”

“Yuppers, Underoos.” Peter watched, still confused, as Tony shed his shirt and began to make his way to the probably freezing lake water.

“And that has to do with this how?”

“Come here.” Tony held out his hand, already submerged up to his calf in the water. “It’s not cold, I promise; we’ll roast marshmallows in the cabin afterwards.”

Reluctantly, Peter did as he was told, wading into the not-unpleasantly cold lake till he was as far out as Tony was.

“Well, in this lake, there’s phosphorescent organisms,” Tony finally explained, a grin creeping up his face as Peter suddenly had a renewed excitement for their little voyage. “You can’t see them except in the dark, and you don’t feel them, but they only light up with movement.”

To demonstrate he shook his foot in the water, delighting in the way Peter’s face lit up as the little lights appeared.

“That’s… that’s so cool,” Peter breathed, glancing away from the water and back at his mentor, “and it’s safe?”

“I wouldn’t bring you if it wasn’t. Want to swim?” Peter nodded his head almost immediately, breaking out of his amazed stupor to smile mischievously and suddenly launch himself into the water, with an arm around Mr.Stark. “Brat!” Tony spat, laughing, when they resurfaced. “That’s one way to get used to the water I guess.”

But Peter was already paddling out into deeper waters, avidly watching his limbs as he did so.

With every twitch or kick the sparks would jump into existence, that’s what they looked like, the sparks that fly off of sparklers at New Years’ and birthday parties. They’d last just a second, and then they’d be gone. As Peter tread the water they flashed into existence moving with the motion of his kick.

The unbridled awe in his eyes made the entire trip worth it.

“It’s like galaxies crawling up my leg,” he exclaimed, looking at Tony with all this childlike wonder that was stored in everyone’s soul for exactly times like this. “This is- I mean- wow.”

“I know what you mean, kiddo.” Tony flipped onto his back and began to float, looking at the real stars instead of the ones flickering below them. “When I was a little younger than you my caretaker, Jarvis, took me on a road trip out here; the cabin is in his name. It kind of puts things into perspective, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Pete whispered, floating beside him suddenly. “It really does. Small things, ya know? There’s still small little pockets of beauty out here.”

Tony glanced at him out of his peripherals, ruffling his hair as best he could while still floating. “I don’t need the lake to remind me of that, Pete, but yeah - you’re right.”

…

They stayed in the water for about an hour, Tony content to float as Peter dove and spun and flipped in the water, experimenting with the little lights.

By one Tony called the both of them in, concerned about Peter’s body temperature.

The teenager, of course, insisted he was fine, but his violent shivering when he wrapped himself in his towel said otherwise.

Tony fussed over him like a dad until he was bundled in about three blankets and sat next to the fire. Out of his little cocoon of fleece a marshmallow poker was roasting a marshmallow in the fire.

“Move over, Underoos,” Tony grunted, sitting next to the kid with a plop. His hair was still wet and the chill had clung to his skin, but Peter couldn’t thermoregulate the way he could; he’d gladly get sick before taking a blanket from him.

“You’re cold too though, Mr.Stark,” Peter grumbled, like he could read his mind.

“I’ll manage; keep your blankets on bud. The fire’s warm.” But Peter continued to grumble, sleepier now, Tony realized. The boy shifted closer and closer to his mentor, till he was leaning his head against his shoulder. “Hi, Pete,” Tony whispered, wiping away a stray curl.

“Hi,” he mumbled, grinning languidly.

“Comfy?” Peter shook his head. “No? What do we have to do to change that?”

Peter shrugged off one shoulder of his many blankets and slipped it around Tony, pushing his head into the crook of his neck. Tony’s instinctively wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

“Tha’s better,” the sleepy teen mumbled, burrowing further into the embrace.

“That’s good,” Tony hummed, pulling him in closer and resting his chin against his curls. “Take your marshmallow out now, that’s it. Look, perfectly golden.”

...

quality? we don’t know her. I recently started uni though so like, this is a mixture of procrastination and random bouts of inspiration. I don’t think this warrants a tag list, it’s not all that impressive. XD

#what is quality? not this lol #can you tell I'm canadian #this is a once in a moon type thing #irondad #me writing fluff #fluff #Peter Parker and Tony Stark #not st*rker #camping #cuddling

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patchwork-panda · 5 years ago

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If A Moment is All We Are (5.1/?)

This chapter is REALLY long so I split the text ver into 2 parts for Tumblr.

AO3 link: here

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Story type: Romance/Drama/comedy

Pairing: Dazai x OC/reader (Dazai is endgame, fic is long-running and will also feature Kunikida x OC)

OC (Kusunoki Kyou) and Ability are based off of "The Story of Your Life," written by Ted Chiang, aka the basis of the Amy Adams movie "Arrival."

Rating: M for Blood/violence/themes of depression, anxiety, suicide TW: The second half of this story will deal more heavily with themes of suicide, depression/anxiety. *No major character death will occur*

Story follows OC as she joins the ADA, partners up with the detectives to solve various cases around Yokohama and develops feelings for Kunikida and Dazai (Dazai endgame).

Written for those who want an immersive ADA experience :)

Updates every Sunday evening around 6pm PST

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It wasn’t always like this.

Okay, maybe it was.

For as far back as I could remember, the visions had always been random, random events I would see of the future. If I was in physical contact with someone, the visions would be from their future. If I wasn’t, then the visions would be from my own life. Sometimes when I was really stressed, the visions of my future would actually come in the form of a dream, like in manga or novels.

Perhaps that was the best way to explain how The Story of Your Life worked; it was like taking out a book, keeping a finger against the pages and flipping until that finger finally caught on a single page. Then, flip open that page and read the first paragraph that jumps out; the book was the person’s life and the paragraph was the event, a single scene from that person’s future that I bore witness to.

The visions didn’t always show me death, blood and despair.

In fact, the very first vision I had was that of a puppy—a cute little thing my friend Kiko gifted me at my fifth birthday party. I must’ve seemed shockingly unsurprised (and possibly rude) to Kiko and her parents, but I couldn’t bring myself to explain that I’d seen her giving me this puppy half a year ago.

In retrospect, the puppy vision had been great. Sure, it took some of the fun out of a surprise gift but it was still a vision about a puppy. Honestly, if my visions were nothing more than glorified versions of baby animal videos, I’d be perfectly fine with that.

Maybe then, I wouldn’t be left with this overwhelming fear of my own Ability.

I used to be able to touch people, shake their hands, and hold them. In the beginning, “The Story of Your Life” only activated with a prolonged touch...

At first, “prolonged” meant more than ten seconds. That meant getting to play tag in kindergarten, going over to friends’ houses and having sleepovers. Normal stuff. My life didn’t even change all that much when ten seconds shrank to seven some time around middle school; I was able to play contact sports and go out on shopping trips without incident. Seven seconds became five halfway through high school. Again, no need to make lifestyle changes. I could still hold hands with friends, so long as it didn’t go on for too long and I was still able to have my first kiss without seeing even a hint of my boyfriend’s future.

And then, college. Five seconds was no longer doable. It became three at best and just before I’d become a shut-in, even an instantaneous touch was enough to trigger my Ability. By then, however, I’d gotten pretty used to having the visions, so I remained relatively unbothered when I’d see a vision of the barista breaking up with his girlfriend when I got my morning coffee. In other words, managing my Ability was no big deal.

Or so I thought.

About six months ago, my visions went from being an occasional distraction to a panic-inducing nightmare. I still wasn’t sure why...

Maybe it was just luck of the draw. I’d only seen good things, mostly, for the first ten-plus years at least: faraway cities, weddings, and graduations. Every once in a while there would be a failed exam or a lost wallet but overall nothing too out of the ordinary for an otherwise regular teenager to see.

Maybe it was just a sign of the times. As I got older, so did the people around me, so the more likely it was that they were entering that phase of their lives where things could start to go south. Or perhaps their previous lives were just catching up to them.

Or maybe, it was karma finally catching up to me. I’d be lying if I said that I’d never used my Ability for personal gain before. There were a few exams I managed to ace with the help of a well-timed touch of the hand and a few pitfalls I’d managed to avoid through a combination of sheer luck and a decently fast reflex. Perhaps six months ago, whatever granted me this power finally decided that I had a good run and it needed to end in the worst way possible...

And it all happened so quickly.

I never had much control over my visions to begin with and they never really bothered me before but suddenly, they were invading every part of my life—and with each vision I saw, the accuracy increased. My dreams became more vivid than ever; I would see things that had yet to occur and before I moved out, my college roommate would wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of my screams. I started passing out in the middle of class if someone so much as tapped my bare shoulder and when I came to again, it would be a minute before I remembered where I was and what I was doing. I was starting to consider seeking some kind of help until one day, I finally saw my first death.

It was horrible. I was at dinner with friends on a group date and I hit it off with one of the guys. He wanted to take me to the movies that weekend, and being relatively new to college and Yokohama in general, I agreed. Then, smiling, he’d held my hand just a millisecond too long and I saw it: him getting hit by a car while crossing the street.

I tried not to think about it too hard. Sometimes the vision were wrong. There were times when they’d been off by just a fraction of a second and because of that, I still had hope. Maybe there was a chance that things could change last minute, either by a miracle or by someone’s sheer force of will. But as time passed, my anxiety grew. He was running late and I didn’t like it. Finally, I spotted him at the intersection and, frantic, I waved him down just as the “walk” sign lit up and he started crossing the street.

That’s when it happened.

A single black vehicle, no license plate, ran a red... and ran into him.

I would remember seeing his body flying into the air for the rest of the semester.

After that, I started taking an alternate route to class, just to avoid going anywhere near the part of campus where he’d died. It wasn’t that people were whispering behind my back or accusing me of having a part of it—I just couldn’t handle the memory.

That was the first death.

The first.

It was as if some kind of floodgate had been opened. I had never seen death before that day but after...? Death became all I saw. I briefly shook hands with a foreign exchange student and immediately saw an image of a middle-aged woman lying in a hospital wing. The woman had been the student’s mother and I heard she died a week later. I could not have been responsible for the cancer that claimed her life but I spent weeks feeling guilty about it anyway. There was another incident where I accidentally, and literally, bumped into my English teacher on the way to class. I saw his brother being hit by a bus downtown. His death was announced a month later, on the morning news. When I saw it, I broke down in the middle of the cafeteria and my friend Eri had to take me home.

And it just kept happening.

I became afraid to touch people. I began wearing longer layers during the summer months and started keeping to myself. When even a brush of the hand or bumping into people on public transit could trigger a vision, I started wearing gloves. I got a lot of stares on the subway for wearing itchy winter gloves in the subtropical heat and the knitted fabric made gripping the overhead handholds difficult so I ended up changing to disposable nitrile instead. I got less stares for that but unfortunately, I eventually had to give up public transit entirely when I got squished between two tourists and had a panic attack in the middle of the car.

But giving up public transportation put me in a tough spot. My dorm was pretty far from campus and I didn’t know how to drive. If I really wanted to, I could walk but that would take far too long and make for far too many chances to see another person’s death. And I really didn’t want to ask anyone for a ride because that would just mean more questions and more explanations I wasn’t willing to give.

And yet somehow, I managed to make it work for a time, waking up early to go to class, avoiding hangouts in-between classes and running back to my dorm as soon as I got a chance. But I was still attending classes with lots of people in a crowded lecture hall and living with roommates in a dormitory building. Ultimately, the stress of trying to avoid people while also trying to keep up with increasingly difficult classes caused me to start having nightmares. They were frequent and they were bad. And I knew that these were all things that would someday happen to me: me and a friend being held hostage in an abandoned apartment building, a woman in a suit and sunglasses pointing two machine guns directly at my face, a man didn’t recognize growing steadily colder in my arms as I screamed for him not to leave me...

That following morning, I woke up sobbing—crying as if I wished I was the one who had died instead. When my roommate tried to comfort me, I jerked away out of instinct and immediately realized I’d made a mistake.

And that was it.

I couldn’t it take any more.

About a week later, I left the dorm and found myself a tiny studio apartment, one that I could still afford on my shoestring budget and more importantly, one where I could live completely alone.

Soon after, I dropped out of college and became a shut-in. In true shut-in fashion, I shunned all contact from classmates and friends in case someone came to visit and decide they needed to barge in because they couldn’t—shouldn’t—do such a thing. My apartment had become both my sanctuary and my jail. So long as nothing changed around me, none of the horrible visions would come to pass.

Thankfully, a month into my new lifestyle, the nightmares stopped.

So long as nobody came near me, I wouldn’t have to witness another death with my waking eyes...

I still remembered the night I decided to stop going to class. It was the same night I looked out the windows and saw my own reflection, touched my fingers to my face and pulled them away, confirming that it was indeed blood and not salt tears that dripped down my cheeks. I started avoiding mirrors from that day on and threw myself fully into watching anime, joining fandoms and drawing commissions, anything to distract myself from the invasive, self-destructive thoughts that grew stronger whenever I looked into a reflection of my own eyes.

Yes... Staying was the only solution. If I never stepped out of the apartment again, the world would be spared the sight of my hollow eyes and bloody tears... And I—I would be spared the curse of witnessing things I should never have seen to begin with.

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“So you’ve been holed up in your apartment for the last six months doing...”

Kunikida frowned, tapping his pen against his chin.

“What exactly? Rent in Yokohama isn’t cheap. How have you been supporting yourself?”

“Commissions,” I explained. “I started watching a lot of anime and playing video games and fans pay good money for drawings of their favorite characters, original characters or even pictures of themselves in a stylized form.”

Summing up my Ability meant practically telling these two my entire life story, not just recalling the events of this morning, and I had to commend the detectives’ patience for sitting through what I would’ve considered a pretty long-winded explanation. Now I was even telling them how I’d stretched my budget and supplemented my allowance.

I held out my hand.

“If I could have some paper and something to write with, I could show you, if you like...?”

Dazai immediately ripped Kunikida’s notebook and pen out of his hands. Ignoring his partner’s protests, he held them out to me and, throwing his arm out to keep Kunikida from taking back his own things, sat back to watch me draw. Within seconds, a coarse outline appeared on the pages, followed by facial features: eyes, nose, hair—a minute later, I handed back Kunikida’s notebook, a quick, rudimentary pen sketch of each detective on its two open pages.

As one, they leaned in to stare at it.

“This is pretty good,” Kunikida said, looking up at me. He squinted down at the page, tracing the lines with his fingers, mumbling, “Does my hair really look like that?”

“It is... isn’t it?” Dazai agreed, rubbing his chin.

As Kunikida puzzled over the drawing, a mischievous glint appeared in Dazai’s dark eyes.

“Kusunoki-san... Have you ever considered a career as a sketch artist?”

At once, Kunikida shot him a warning look.

“Don’t even think about it, Dazai,” he growled, “Making decisions without the President’s approval—”

“I’m not making a decision, only a suggestion,” Dazai declared. “And what’s wrong with a good suggestion?”

“Dazai...”

Ignoring Kunikida entirely, he turned to me.

“Really, I don’t know how we survived like this for so long. We’re a detective agency, one of the best in the city and yet, we don’t have a sketch artist... It’s a shame, don’t you agree, Kusunoki-san? What do you think? Interested in a change of career?”

“Wait... are you asking me to join you?” I asked warily, looking from one detective to the other. “Why would you want someone like me? I can’t fight. I don’t even know how to shoot a gun.”

“I’m asking you,” Dazai said pointedly, “if you would be interested in becoming a sketch artist. I mean, it just so happens that we are in dire need of one—(“No one said that!” Kunikida roared)—and you happen to have the exact skill set we are looking for! Not to mention you’re an Ability User... Just think of all the people you could help.”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, looking away, “Wouldn’t someone like me be more of a burden than an asset? I can’t even control my Ability, much less use it to help people—”

“But what if you could control it?”

I froze. Having had no control of my Ability for my entire life, the possibility hadn’t even occurred to me...

“There’s a way?” I asked, looking back up just as Dazai’s grin turned into a triumphant smirk. “How?”

“I could tell you,” he drawled, his smirk growing even wider, “But it’s a closely guarded secret. You’d have to join us if you want to find out... Of course, I’d be more than happy to vouch for you if you’d like to apply—”

“Dazai—!! You—!”

Kunikida was on his feet.

“We can’t just offer a job to every stray Ability User we rescue from the Port Mafia! Atsushi was one thing but—”

“Oh my, so you’d be perfectly fine sending a nice girl like her back into the jaws of the Port Mafia? Really, I thought better of you, Kunikiiiiiida-kun—”

“That’s not what I said!”

“So you agree, we should take her in?”

Kunikida’s face was in his hands.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but it’s not our decision to make! And besides, she’s clearly been through enough, what makes you think she would agree to—”

“I’ll do it.”

Kunikida’s mouth dropped open. He looked stunned.

“You will—? Wait, no, I never said I agreed—”

“Let me apply,” I said, looking him firmly in the eyes. “I want to help people. I’ve always wanted to. Isn’t that what you do here at the Agency? Use your special Abilities to make their lives better?”

“That’s true,” Kunikida admitted, folding his arms over his chest, “But this can be a dangerous job. Especially for a non-combatant. You almost died today! Why do you want to help people so bad? In fact, let me ask you...”

His eyes flashed from behind his glasses, his expression fierce.

“Why did you go so far for a neighbor with whom you weren’t particularly close?”

I glared right back.

“I had to save her.”

“But it sounds like you already did, when you pulled her off the sidewalk—”

“That’s not good enough!” I burst out, startling Kunikida. “How could I say I saved her, truly saved her, if I knew she was going to die in a week and I did nothing to stop it?”

My hands clenched into fists.

“That doesn’t count. Saving someone means seeing it through to the end, to fully committing yourself and doing what’s right! Isn’t that what you did for me? What both of you did to bring me here today?”

Kunikida was struck dumb. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Dazai got to his feet.

“I think it’s about time I take Kusunoki-san back to her apartment,” he said, making his way to the door, his long tanned trench coat swishing elegantly as he moved.

He patted Kunikida on the shoulder.

“I’ll let you think about what we should tell the President later.”

Kunikida instantly flushed an angry, embarrassed pink.

“Dazai, you—”

Ignoring his partner, Dazai called out to me.

“Kusunoki-san? I won’t be taking you back to your original apartment tonight. We’ll be going to one of the Agency’s safe houses instead. After everything that’s happened, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Port Mafia had staked out your building and had someone ready and waiting for you at home. And if you’re wondering, Yamazaki-san is on her way to her nephew’s place in Nagano, so you won’t need to worry about her.”

“But what about my things?” I asked, “What am I gonna tell the landlord?”

“It’s already been taken care of,” Dazai replied, opening the door for me. “Shall we?”

#dazai x oc #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai #doppo kunikida #fanfiction

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cherryonigiri · 5 years ago

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Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕

Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (Matukawa’s hcs are below the cut - UPDATE TUMBLR IS NOT LETTING ME PUT THE CUT WHERE I WANT IT SO JUST LETTING YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS IMPLIED/SLIGHT NSFW FOR THE LAST 2 CHARACTERS