#maybe aki actually loves sweets?????

[gemwolfz]

i was thinking about how "the keroro platoon goes to pride" would be a pretty reasonable episode premise and suddenly brain blasted into "momoka is there with a nishizawa corp rainbow capitalism parade float" and i just thought that was funny

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[notiddygothgf]

SEX IS FREE (her)

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: nanami being sexy asf, suggestive content, mentions of sex (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HIIIIII omg so i can explain the hiatus lol.... it was totally unintentional. i wound up getting super depressed over school and then fell into a chainsaw man hyperfixation (read shameless, its an aki ff i wrote youll love it). I FINALLY PICKED THIS STORY UP AGAIN because for some reason it's been getting a lot of attention recently??? lol anyway! your comments inspired me to continue writing it (though i cant promise that i'll update quickly, i AM a full time student so #bepatientwithme).

I was salivating over Nanami in this chapter if you couldnt tell lol.... but enjoy!!! keep those comments coming! who knows, maybe i have another chapter stored away and will update a little earlier....... x

★ w.c.; 5.6k

my kinda love; chapter index

‘AND I’M BAD LIKE THE BARBIE. I’m a doll, but I still wanna party,’

“Donnie, baby, you in there?”

“Yeah!” You called back, loud enough for your coworker to hear through the door. You pressed the tube of red lipstick against your bottom lip, peering into the mirror, filling in the outline you had done in black. When you didn’t receive an immediate answer, you continued humming along to the song playing quietly from your phone. “Pink vette like I’m ready to bend. ‘Imma ten so I’m pullin a ken, likeee.”

Your coworker entered the dressing room – you were the only one there. Most of the other girls from the afternoon shift had gone home already. 

“Some dude wants to rent you,” She told you. 

“No. I don’t do private rooms,” You replied without even looking back. You knew who she was. You weren’t the biggest fan. “I’m good, Mandy.”

“He asked specifically for you,” She added. “Offered a lotta money, too. Helluva lot more than we normally charge.”

You froze up at that. Initially, your first thought was to send her off a second time. Then, you thought of her running off with your money. 

“Is he one of them greasy, sleazy old guys?” You asked. It was wild, how quickly you perked up when you heard that. “Last guy was throwin’ himself onto me. I should’ve filed a police report.”

“Oh, stop your ‘bitchin,” The girl sighed. “He’s paying 200 just to see your ass.”

If you had a tail, it would have started wagging. 

What? A girl had bills to pay. “So he is a greasy old pervert.”

“No, actually. He’s a fine, young thing. Well, not young, but younger than most of the guys we usually get back here,” She trailed off in thought. You watched her body move in the corner of the mirror. “Sexy as hell. Serious, businessman type. Tall, blond, handsome, a jawline that could cut paper,” here, she bent over, leaning over you and muttering the next words into your ear, “I could always take him off your hands, y’know.”

“As if,” You replied. Spinning the chair back around, you got up. “Better not be expecting nothing extravagant. I’m considering this overtime.”

With a deep breath, standing in front of the cherry red door, your heart began to pound against you chest. It was some strange mixture of nerves and excitement you felt as you raised your hand to knock. 

Here goes nothing. You reached for the doorknob and entered the private room, turning back only to lock it behind you. 

“Special delivery!” you crooned, trying to embody a playful tone to mask the jittery feeling within. When you turned around to face the client, you were caught by surprise. 

Your wide eyes traced over a familiar silhouette – broad shoulders, perfectly-fitted, navy blue two-piece suit that clung to his large arms, and matching slacks that clung to his legs – his widespread, casual position hinted at sophistication. A pretty, sharp, angular face framed by neatly-cropped blond hair. A tasteful timepiece on his wrist caught your eye. 

Narrow eyes obscured by peculiar glasses, chiseled cheekbones and jawline. His blond hair – framing his apricot skin – was done up carefully, perfectly, sweeping over his head like a ray of sunlight. You recognized him by his signature scowl.

He came back for more?

You liked your lips, trying to play it cool (like you hadn’t been waiting for him to come back). “Oh, hey, it’s you again,” you said with a smirk. Strutting over to him, you cooed, “Couldn’t stay away?”

He’s so fucking hot.

Though his response wasn’t verbal, the pink hue that dusted his face was not lost on you. You swayed your hips from side to side. “Can you give me somethin’ to work with? I don’t usually do these rooms, you know.”

The devastatingly handsome man swallowed, fixing his gaze on the door – the one you had locked on the way in. As you worked your way between his legs, teasingly dragging your hands up and down your body, his gaze wandered back to you. Shamelessly, you reveled in the attention – studying his reaction.

You could smell his cologne from here – again – and, shit, it made your head spin all over again. The warm notes lingered beneath the collar of his dress shirt. Amber. Wood. Musk. Something dark?

“So I’ve heard,” The man replied, finally breaking his silence. His voice was a revelation – deep, mellow, and smooth, carrying a certain tone of weariness that seemed to add to his enigmatic charm. Charm? Yes, you supposed he charmed you.

He loosened his tie and undid the top button on his shirt to let some fresh air in. The action drew your attention to his neck, provoking you to take a moment to appreciate the details your coworker had emphasized: Tall, blond, with a jawline that could indeed cut paper.

You were wretched. You had to have been. This is so wrong.

“You seem tense,” You remark, making your second attempt at breaking the ice. “You’re new to the scene, aren’t you?”

The handsome stranger – Nanami, if you remembered correctly – licked his lips, drawing mindless shapes over the deep-toned fabric that covered his knee. “Is it that obvious?” he asks, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The movement did not go unnoticed.

“A little,” You huffed out a quiet laugh. “Do you want a dance? We could just sit and chat, too, if you want. I don’t mind. I know your type tend’ta like talking.”

You couldn’t control the way your eyes flitted down over his toned thighs – mind hazy with unwelcome thoughts. The temptation to crawl into his lap a second time was strong, but you reminded yourself of the situation – he was your roommate’s teacher, for fuck’s sake. Your roommate’s handsome… muscular… expensive-looking teacher… with a deep, sexy voice that you could hardly resist.

You must have been ovulating. That was the only excuse.

“I won’t make you put on a show for me,” Nobara’s professor trailed off, eyes distant, clearly lost in thought. He seemed to snap out of it after a moment, pretty brown eyes peering into yours – they looked so dark up close. “As crazy as it sounds, I only wanted to speak to you.”

Your sultry facade cracked a bit at that, surprised by the sudden turn of the conversation. From your experience, men usually came here with only one thing in mind. He wanted to talk… to you. Oh my god.

You nearly squealed. Clearing your throat and pressing your legs together, you turned to hide your flustered face from the older man. “Alright,” you said. “You have 30 minutes.”  Plopping down on the couch next to him, you threw your legs over his lap. “What’s your name, handsome stranger?”

You already knew his name. Still, to keep up appearances, you played coy with him. You knew that, reasonably, there was no reason you should be continuing to entertain him — financial commpensation aside, though you could always reimburse him. You should have turned back the moment you realized it was him.

Then again… he had come to see you. It wasn’t like he knew you were his student’s roommate, but that was besides the point. That alone was moral justification enough for you.

The stiff man had his eyes trained on the spot where your legs had been thrown haphazardly over his. Then, nervously, he answered, “Nanami. Kento.”

Kento. You liked that name. It rolled off the tongue real easy — a buttery smooth name for a man as composed as him.

“Nice to meet you Nanami… Kento,” You chipped, mimicking his prose. “Donetta DiVine. I’m sure you already knew that, though. Do you wanna start, or should I?”

Nanami Kento knitted his brows. “Start…?”

You rolled your eyes rather playfully, giving his leg a nudge with your heel. You had ditched the stage platforms for a smaller pair of stilettos. “What do you do for a living?” 

He licked his lips. After a brief pause, he answered, “I can’t really say, but I teach on the side.”

“Ooh— mysterious…” You grinned. Leaning into the couch, you braced your chin on your hand, staring into his eyes. It didn’t take much effort to play the role of the ‘interested’ siren like it normally did. Not with him. “You already know what I do,” You added, “You look tired.”

His brown eyes widened with surprise.

Shit, I overstepped.

You took your statement back quickly, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, it’s not—“ He trailed off. Something in his harsh expression softened. “You’re right. Just the first person to notice.”

If your attraction to the man had been any more obvious, you would’ve been waving a sign around with his name on it.

“Really? You’ve got such tired eyes,” You continued anyway. You figured you would at least try to make the most of this half hour with him. “Wanna talk about it?”

He sighed, “Where would I even begin?”

“Your week?” You answered, making a rolling gesture with your spare hand. “How… how was it?”

He looked equal parts confused and intrigued by you, quirking a perfecftly arched brow before clearing his throat. “My week was alright. I started work again after taking a leave of absence for a few months.”

“No kidding…” You trailed off. It didn’t take much to make your interested tone seem real, as you felt nothing but the most genuine sense of interest while listening to him drone on in that deep, raspy voice of his. You could have listened to it for hours. “What happened?”

Something flashed in his eyes. It was quick, fleeting – you almost missed it. “Workplace injury,” He sighed. “If it’s alright, I’d rather not go into detail about it.”

This guy’s like a brick wall.

“Did you heal up okay?” You asked, eyes wide and prying.

He didn’t seem to mind you much. That was a good sign.

“Had to undergo some minor surgery but, yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking,” He smiled, actually smiled, and it made your chest stir with something unfamiliar. He was devastatingly handsome – the kind of handsome you kept in a little locket in your pocket when you went to war, or something like that. “My bosses have been pressuring me to come back ever since I left. One superior of mine in particular… has been a nuisance. I was under the impression that sick leave was supposed to be a period of peace… but I guess I thought wrong.”

You laughed at his attempt at humor. It came easily to you. Too easily. “I know how you feel. I busted my ass a few months ago. Twisted my ankle real bad,” You raised your leg off of his lap, twirling your stiletto heel around in the air, cutting through it like a knife. “These things are deadly. Boss gave me a solid two days before he started blowing up my phone asking when I was going to be back. It’s like… can you let me live?”

He laughed, then – really laughed, the kind that made his chest rumble, head thrown back against the cushiony couch. And as he released the melodious sound that made your head spin, his eyes creased at the corners. The experience gap between the two you couldn’t have been more apparent. He was a grown man, hardened by years of trials and tribulations – a mysterious one, at that. And there you were, a naive little dancer with your legs strewn over his lap like he was a partner and not a client. He seemed so wise beyond his years, something only accentuated by the tiredness in his eyes. You longed to hear him drone on about his life a little longer, 30 minutes be damned.

“My superior and I actually went to highschool together. He’s been up my ass as long as I can remember,” He hummed, licking his lips, and you followed the path of his tongue as it wet the skin like a hungry feline.

“Which superior?” You asked, mindlessly picking at the fabric of the velour couch beneath you. “The one you were here with last time? With the white hair?”

When the man knit his brows together, you froze up. Shit. I just gave myself away.

There was a brief, tense pause, during which you tried to focus on the music playing from the speakers, the jazzy tune, the faint remnants of a song playing in the showroom outside and up the hall, the wallpaper – anything but him. 

“Yes, that would be him,” He answered, finally. He seemed to be… intrigued by you. Yes, that’s what it was – his half-lidded amber gaze lingered on your face for a moment too long. “You’re very perceptive.”

You cleared your throat. “So, this job of yours… do you like it?”

“I despise it,” He sighed, like he had been waiting his entire life to confess those words. “But, at least, I figure I’m doing something meaningful with my life. You could say I’m a professor on the side.”

I already know that, You thought. Still, he didn’t have to know you knew.

“It’s a demanding job, but I enjoy feeling like I’ve made a difference,” He continued on. “Unfortunately, after the incident, I had to take some time away from the kids to recover.”

“You seem to enjoy teaching,” You answered back, perching your chin on your hand against the back of the couch. 

“Sometimes,” He replied. “Other times, the work can be unbearable,” He looked up, then, pretty brown eyes on yours in a way that had your heart skipping more than a couple of beats. You could practically feel the way they burned right through your extroverted facade, saw past the layers of glitter and scanty clothes and deep into the abyss in your chest. See who you really were. 

It was him who turned to you, then, asking you, “What about you?”

“Me?” You asked, just to make sure you’d heard him correctly. A client? Caring about your experience at work? That was… dizzyingly rare. 

“Yes, you,” He reiterated with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “Do you enjoy working here?”

Do I…? You took a moment to consider your answer. You could lie to him – preserve the perfect, sexual image the women in your company were expected to uphold. That was always an option. But, the moment you peered into those all-knowing, tired eyes of his, you found that you didn’t have it in you to lie to him. No, not when he had been so honest with you.

No one’s ever asked me that before.

Before you could catch yourself, the words were already leaving your lips. “Not really, but it pays the bills.”

His eyes softened at that. He didn’t look the least bit upset by your words. If anything, he looked as if he had grown suddenly tender with a sense of understanding. Women didn’t often join your line of work. Not unless they were desperate for money. He seemed mature enough to realize that – to see right past the fantasy you were supposed to paint for him and peer into your eyes like windows into your soul. One look at him, and you knew he didn’t see you as a dancer.

He saw you as a person. As a woman.

You broke the moment with a hum, “Why don’t you keep telling me about your week?” You asked, changing the subject, shifting the conversation back into comfortable territory.

The rest of the half-hour with Nanami flew by like a fleeting dream. He spoke with a quiet ease, his voice low and steady, yet somehow captivating. He complained about the inefficiencies at work—endless meetings that led nowhere, piles of paperwork that seemed to multiply overnight, and colleagues who turned simple tasks into impossible challenges. Yet, when he talked about his students, something in his tone softened, revealing a warmth that made your chest ache. You found yourself asking questions, small ones at first, but each answer drew him out more. The way he spoke—measured, thoughtful, with just the faintest edge of weariness—made you want to listen forever. For someone who seemed so guarded, he had a surprising amount to say, and you realized how much you liked hearing him talk.

You didn’t even notice how much time had passed until a sharp knock interrupted the quiet cocoon of your conversation.

“Donnie? You okay in there? Your 30 was up ten minutes ago.” 

It was your coworker.

“I’m good!” You called back, swinging your legs off of Nanami’s lap, turning to him with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I completely lost track of time.”

“No, it’s alright. I should have been checking my watch,” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, long fingers combing through the buzzed, blonde strands of his undercut like wind blowing through a field of wheat. Then, after glancing down at his watch, he stood up, cleared his throat, and straightened out his suit jacket. “Thank you for your time.”

You hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch, brows furrowed. “That’s it?”

You had half expected him to extend the time. The conversation was going so well, you had silently found yourself hoping that he would lean over and do something – place his strong hand on your thigh, brush his fingers up your arm, anything. No-touching policy be damned.

You would make an exception for him. Men that fine don’t just grow on trees.

So, trying your best to lure him back in, you kicked one leg over the other, crawling into a sexy pose on the couch. In the most sultry tone you could manage, you breathed, “Is that really all you wanted?”

Please ask me for a lapdance, You found yourself wishing internally. 

He paused, looking back at you like he wasn’t the least bit phased by the sexy pose or the outfit or… well, anything. “Yes, why?”

“Nothing, I don’t know, I just… You spent so much money tonight to be here,” You uttered, suddenly bashful when he was peering down at you like that – he was so much taller than you, a height gap that was only emphasized by your seated position on the couch below him. You imagined you would have to stand on the tips of your toes to be at eye level with his neck, maybe his chin. Mindlessly, you caressed the couch. “I figured you would have at least wanted a lap dance, or something.”

“I’m not going to make you do something that neither of us are interested in doing,” He said, sliding his hands down over his slacks to straighten out the creases that had formed in them where your legs had been resting only a moment earlier. “Sex is free. It’s rare to find someone who’s willing to listen.”

You sat there, stunned into silence, still in that sexy pose on the couch, your body frozen in the aftermath of his words. His calm, unbothered demeanor completely threw you off balance, leaving you scrambling to make sense of what had just happened. Men like him didn’t come in here looking for conversation. They came in here for fantasies, for attention, for touch. But not him. 

“Thank you for everything,” he said softly, bowing his head slightly in a gesture so gentlemanly it made your stomach twist. Then, without another word, he moved to the door, unlocking it with smooth precision. 

You didn’t even have time to gather yourself before he slipped out, leaving you sitting there in your sultry pose, legs crossed, mouth slightly open. The sound of the door closing behind him echoed in the room, final and undeniable.

You blinked, your mind racing, the moment replaying over and over in your head. Did I just get… emotionally blue-balled? 

The thought hit you like a ton of bricks, both incredulous and a little amused at how absurdly fitting it was. You flopped back against the couch, your sultry act forgotten, staring up at the ceiling as the jazzy tune from the speakers drifted lazily through the air.

For the first time, a client had left you feeling something you couldn’t quite put into words. You couldn’t decide if you were more annoyed, intrigued, or just completely thrown off your game.

All you knew was that you wanted more.

DARREN: Hey imu.

DARREN: U busy tn?

YOU: I’m working but I get out early. Y.

DARREN: let me pick u up after work

DARREN: maybe i can help you ease some of that stress.

Darren rolled off of you with a huff and an exhale, proud of himself. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the backside of his elbow, sighing, “That was great. Did you cum?”

“Yeah,” You liked straight through your teeth. Feeling vulnerable, you reached for your shirt and slipped it back on. There was a point in time where the two of you would sleep skin-to-skin after sex. A point in time long ago, of course, but you couldn’t help but reflect. Now, all that was left was a feeling of discomfort where the intimacy used to be. 

He flopped down onto the bed next to you, throwing his arm around your waist. Not moving a muscle, you trained your gaze on the ceiling above, hoping that maybe, if you spent enough time counting the dots in his popcorn ceiling, he would see that you did not, in fact, enjoy the experience. You doubted he would do anything to fix it even if he did know.

52, 53, 54.

You had been counting for the past five minutes – thirty seconds after he had grunted the words, “Let’s do missionary” into your ear before flipping you over. Truthfully, you hadn’t wanted to do missionary. That would mean that he could see you and, more importantly, that you had to look at him. So, to pass time and to avoid his gaze, you looked up at the ceiling, allowing yourself to be carried away by the tides of pleasure that his strokes gave you.

55, 56, 57.

He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling. “You smell like a man’s cologne.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I work at a strip club.”

With a groan, Darren rolled onto his back, finally putting a comfortable distance between you and him. “Don’t remind me. I’ve been telling you that you’re wasting your talents at a place like that.”

Your jaw tightened. There it was, the same old Darren: judgment wrapped in concern, but laced with the unspoken assumption that he knew what was best for you.

You slipped off the bed, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. The cool floor against your bare feet helped ground you.

Unlocking your phone, you typed a message to Nobara, your roommate: 

Can you come get me? I’m at my ex’s.

The response came almost instantly: 

Girl, r u srs?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before you replied: 

I’ll explain later, ik, just pls… I wanna gtfo of here.

Sliding the phone into the pocket of your hoodie, you turned back to Darren. He was staring at the ceiling now, one arm slung across his chest, his fingers idly tapping against his bicep. For a moment, you hesitated. The familiarity of this scene—him in his sweatpants, you in one of his old T-shirts—was a cruel reminder of how things used to be. But you weren’t that girl anymore.

“I think I should go,” you said, breaking the silence.

Darren’s head snapped toward you. “No, wait,” he said, sitting up. His hair was tousled, his expression almost pleading. “Please… I really want you to stay.”

You crossed your arms, keeping your distance. “Why?”

“Because…” He raked a hand through his hair, his voice quieter now. “I don’t know. I thought things were going good between us.”

You blinked, then let out a short, humorless laugh. “Things? Darren, I come here, we have sex, and then I leave. That’s it. That’s all this is.”

“Is that all I am to you?” His voice carried a tinge of desperation, his eyes searching yours.

You tilted your head, studying him. “Or maybe,” you said slowly, “you’re asking if there’s any chance of us getting back together.”

“Yeah.” His voice cracked slightly, and he swallowed hard. “Is there?”

You laughed again, colder this time, shaking your head. “No. There isn’t.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked away for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was sharp. “That’s not fair. I’ve done so much for you—”

“Done so much?” Your voice rose, and you stepped closer, anger bubbling to the surface. “You don’t give me shit but dick and attitude, Darren.”

He flinched, but you didn’t stop. “You wanna know what’s not fair? The fact that you went and knocked me up and then forced me to have an abortion. Where the hell were you during that, huh? Seeing as you’ve done so much for me?”

He sat frozen, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. His eyes darted toward the floor, guilt pooling in their depths.

“And you wanna know what’s really unfair?” Your voice cracked, but you didn’t care. The words spilled out like a flood you couldn’t contain. “The fact that you fucking cheated on me when I needed you the most. That’s what’s not fair, Darren.”

Darren stared at you, his face contorted with frustration. “That’s not fucking fair,” he snapped, his voice rising.  

“Oh, fuck you, Darren,” you shot back, your hands trembling as you pointed at him. “What else do I have to do to show you I’m done? What else do I have to say?”  

“I’m trying!” he yelled, stepping closer. “I’ve been fucking trying! But nothing I do is ever good enough for you, is it? You’re so goddamn impossible!”  

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “You call this trying? You call cheating, lying, and gaslighting me trying?”  

“God, you’re such a fucking idiot,” he spat, his words sharp enough to cut. “You act like you’re perfect, like you’ve never made a mistake in your goddamn life.”  

“I’m not perfect, Darren,” you hissed, stepping forward, your voice shaking with anger. “But at least I own my shit. At least I don’t treat the people I love like they’re disposable!”  

“Oh?” he scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. “You think you’re so much better than me? You’re the one who keeps coming back. So what does that make you, huh?”  

The room was thick with tension, and for a moment, neither of you moved. Then he muttered under his breath, “Pathetic.”  

Your blood boiled. “What did you just say?”  

“You heard me,” he said, his tone dripping with venom.  

“Fuck you, Darren!” you screamed, shoving him hard against the chest.  

His expression darkened. “You don’t get to do that,” he snarled.  

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and pushed you away. The force of it sent you stumbling back, and you hit the edge of the dresser, pain shooting up your arm as you fell to the floor.  

“Wait, I…” His face shifted, panic flickering in his eyes. He took a step toward you, his hand outstretched.  

You scrambled to your feet, holding your arm where it throbbed. “You know what? I’m done.” Your voice was quieter now, but no less firm. “I’m done, Darren.”  

“Wait—”  

“No!” you shouted, cutting him off. “Go fuck yourself!”  

“Please,” he said, his voice cracking. “Don’t let us go. We had something special. You know that.”  

You stared at him, disbelief flooding your chest. Then you laughed—a cruel, hollow sound. “If you thought this was anything more than sex, then you’re the fucking idiot.”  

He opened his mouth to argue, but you were already grabbing your stiletto boots from the floor.  

“We can make it work,” he said desperately, following you as you stormed out of his apartment.  

“Make it work?” you echoed, spinning around to face him as you reached his car. “Make it work?” You hefted one of your boots in your hand. “Make this fucking work!”  

Before he could respond, you hurled the boot at his car window. The glass shattered on impact, the sound ringing out like a scream in the still night.  

The car alarm blared, its shrill wailing cutting through the silence. Darren stood frozen, his mouth agape.  

“Shit,” he muttered, rushing toward the car.  

You grabbed your other boot and slung it over your shoulder. “Fix that, asshole!” you yelled as you walked away, the sound of the alarm trailing behind you.  

“Her!” Darren called after you, but you didn’t turn around.  

You kept walking, the cold air biting at your skin, the adrenaline coursing through you keeping you upright. Your arm throbbed where you’d hit it, but you didn’t stop. You didn’t look back.  

You made it about halfway home before the exhaustion hit you like a freight train. Your legs wobbled, and you collapsed onto the curb, cradling your arm as the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over.  

Your phone buzzed weakly in your pocket. Nobara’s name lit up the screen.  

“Where the hell are you?” she demanded as you answered, her voice sharp but tinged with worry.  

You gave her your location, your words slurred with exhaustion and pain. “I can’t— I just can’t walk anymore.”  

“Stay put,” she said firmly. “I’m coming to get you.”  

By the time her car pulled up, you were slumped against a lamppost, your eyes half-closed. Nobara jumped out, wrapping her jacket around your shoulders as she helped you to your feet.  

“What the hell happened?” she asked, her tone softer now.  

You shook your head, too drained to explain. “I’m hungry. I’ll tell you later.”  

“Let’s stop and get you something to eat,” She didn’t press further, guiding you into the car. As the city lights blurred past, you stared out the window, the events of the night replaying in your mind like a bad dream.  

The car was warm, the quiet hum of the heater and the golden glow of streetlights spilling through the windshield easing the tension in your chest. You cradled your injured arm as Nobara maneuvered through the drive-thru, shooting you occasional glances.  

“You want the usual?” she asked as she pulled up to the intercom.  

“Yeah. Large fries, nuggets, and a Coke,” you murmured, leaning your head back against the seat.  

She placed the order, and soon you were pulling into a parking spot under the dim glow of the lot’s overhead lights. The smell of greasy goodness filled the car as she handed you the bag, cracking open a box of nuggets for herself.  

“So,” she said, dipping a nugget into a cup of barbecue sauce. “You gonna tell me what the hell happened back there, or do I just have to assume you went full-on ‘Carrie’ at prom?”  

You snorted, the first genuine laugh you’d had all night. “Something like that.”  

“Well, shit.” She popped the nugget into her mouth. “Guess I missed a show.”  

You sighed, staring at the fries in your lap. “It’s over. For real this time.”  

“Good,” Nobara said firmly. “That guy was a walking red flag.”  

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Speaking of red flags…” You smirked as an idea popped into your head. “You’ll never believe what happened at work today.”  

Her eyes narrowed as she dunked another nugget. “Oh, this should be good. Spill.”  

You leaned back, a grin playing on your lips. “I got booked for a private room.”  

Nobara froze mid-bite. “I thought you didn’t do those?”  

“I don’t,” you said, shrugging. “But they offered me a shit ton of money. Guess who it was.”  

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Who?”  

You couldn’t help but draw it out for dramatic effect. “Your teacher.”  

Her jaw dropped, and the nugget in her hand fell back into the box. “No way, Bitch.”  

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face.  

“What did he want? Is he, like, a total pervert or something?”  

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, actually. He just wanted someone to talk to.”  

Nobara blinked, clearly baffled. “Huh.”  

“I know, right?” you said, grabbing a nugget. “Easiest money I’ve ever made.”  

“Damn,” she muttered, chewing thoughtfully. “I never took him as the emotional type.”  

“Don’t go telling your friends, though,” you warned, wagging a finger at her. “He told me some pretty heavy shit.”  

Nobara tensed, her expression flickering with something you didn’t catch as you reached for your Coke. “Like what?”  

You laughed, shaking your head. “Like hell if I’d tell you.”  

“Oh, come on!” she said, pouting dramatically. “I won’t tell anyone!”  

You smirked, leaning back in your seat. “I’m not risking it. Client confidentiality or whatever.”  

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” she groaned, but there was a smile tugging at her lips.  

You both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the car filled with the sound of crinkling wrappers and occasional laughter.  

“Hey,” Nobara said suddenly, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “You’re okay, right?”  

You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I think I will be.”  

She smiled, a small, genuine one. “Good. ‘Cause if you ever go back to that asshole, I’m slashing his tires.”  

You laughed, the sound bubbling up before you could stop it. “Deal.”  

As you both dug into the last of the nuggets, the weight of the night seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of greasy food and a friend who always had your back.

a/n: and there she is! my first update in like a year lol. lmk what you thought! tell me what you would like to see in the story, who knows, i might be able to incorporate it in! Thank you all for your lovely comments. I loveee reading them.

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[grapecaseschoices]

sera cute lil noise when she jumps up

sera and dorian together are so funny. to me.

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

We've got a jam packed post this week, folks. The live airing shows continue to impress, a sequel film and a recent GL dropped, and one of my favorites of the year cam to an end. These are all streaming on Gaga or provided via fansub (feel free to ask if you don’t know where to find them).

Our Youth

This week the show gave me everything I wanted from a POV switch, as we finally went back a little to get a peek into Hirukawa's head and learn how his feelings for Minase developed. From there, we continued with the high school era story, with Hirukawa and Minase going together to see his dad's new film, which turned out to be a BL. The show really nailed how meaningful that moment was to both of them, to see characters like themselves depicted on screen and realize what it meant (@twig-tea). This episode also gave us more of a sense of what's broken in each of their relationships with their parents, and they are now heading off to spend the weekend with Hirukawa's mother. I'm nervous to see how this past iteration of their relationship ended, but also excited to get back to the present.

Love is Like a Poison

An excellent ending to all around solid as a rock show. This drama managed to blend several genres and develop a great romance and tell so many good jokes and somehow never take a single misstep in its storytelling. So refreshing! Shiba and Haruto are a battle couple for the ages and I wish them well on their future domestic and legal partnership. Can't recommend this one highly enough!

Love in the Air Koi

Color me charmed. I really like Fuma and Kai as a pair, more than I expected to. Fuma comes across more good-humored and unserious than he does sleazy, and it's clear that he is actually very serious about Kai. “Why do your eyes always look like you’re asking for help?” was a great line to demonstrate that Fuma sees through Kai's bluster, but at the same time he knows when to back off and give Kai space to process. Kai got me with his constant smiling whenever he thought Fuma couldn't see (the shot in the side mirror of the car being my favorite). I also loved the quick scene we got with Arashi and Rei discussing their friends and the casual affection between them now that they're a couple. This show is great, and so far I think they've done a good job with the darker aspects of Kai's story. I really appreciated @bengiyo's reflections this week on what it's doing well and how the show is subverting expectations with the casting.

The Fragrance You Inherit

This week we got more context for Sakura's college days, including meeting her bestie Ryosuke (an ace king!). I definitely suspect that Sakura's affections were not entirely one-sided back then, but Mone remains a mystery for now. This story is definitely about closure rather than any new romance, and maybe in the end allowing Sakura to be who she is more freely. Speaking of which, Toki might just be my favorite teenage son character ever. He's such a good boy, and he seems driven primarily by a desire to know his mother and support her in pursuing her own happiness instead of just his. I look forward to meeting Mone's husband next episode and continuing to watch all these lovely people treat each other with compassion and kindness. You can find the show here, with big thanks to @isaksbestpillow for providing English subs.

Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru: More Please

This week Gaga dropped a sequel to this charming if inessential little food BL film. The first one let us down by not making the relationship explicitly romantic, and the sequel did rectify that as the characters prepared to leave school and contemplated life no longer living together. Though still no kiss for us. It didn't blow me away, but it's a nice little bit of fluff if you have free time and want something light.

Salty Blue

This short GL film (only 15 minutes) tells a solid and sweet little friends to lovers story, with some surprises thrown in for fun. I recommend giving it a watch! You can find it here with big thanks to @nicks-den for subbing and sharing it.

[greattigerssimp]

Maybe childhood hc of the boxers (idk if this a weird req )??

It's not weird at all! Childhood hc's coming up + you can find more about their origins in my AU :>

Glass Joe 🇫🇷🥐

- Lived with his mom, dad, and his uncle, Gabriel (aka Gabby Jay). All his guardians all worked for very long hours (since living in Paris is pricey)

- His mom (Celine) and dad (Dion) were barely in his life because of it; Gabby was his primary caretaker

- Gabby was basically his best friend since he didn't have a lot as a child

- Has had asthma his whole life and was never ever good at sports or PE. (Bro does not smoke in this AU lmao)

- He's actually very smart! Loved writing and math, and is one of the few boxers that was able to go to college

- Some of his best childhood memories are with Gabby, whether it be going to see a play with him, or learning how to bake with him... they were insanely close.

- Went through a small emo phase when he was 13. He's still very embarrassed about it to this day.

Von Kaiser🇩🇪🔩

- Grew up in two different homes... for least part, he grew up with his ultra caring, ultra sweet single mom (named Emilia)... or for the most part, he grew up with his ultra strict, bigoted, and cruel grandparents (Agnes and Leopold)

- His grandparents are where his adulthood trauma stems from. They were horrible... as early as 6 years old, Kaiser was forced to cook, clean, have his bed made at 5 in the morning before school... that sorta thing.

- They punished hard, too. Name any outdated or cruel punishment towards a child, and they've probably done it. Screaming at him, breaking toys, locking him in the attic... and, of course, physical violence. Belt or hand, take your pick.

- Kaiser actually has a small premenant burn on his bottom left hip. It was when Agnes burned him with a hot pan as a kid... if anyone asks about it, he'll lie and quickly tell you it's a birthmark.

- Growing up with them, especially with his grandfather, he was taught to always bottle his feelings. This led him to being very social distant, both in school and when he eventually enrolled in technician school.

- His mom was pretty cool, though. She was an engineer (later an amputee, long after Kaiser moved out of Germany) and did her best to provide for her and her son. Because she had no other relatives and she didn't want Kaiser staying home alone every day (her job is very time demanding), she had to send him to live with his grandparents often.

- If his grandparents were alive today, they'd def be tweaking tf about Kaiser getting with not only a man but a French man.

Disco Kid 🇺🇲🕺

- Omg a childhood that isn't completely sad???

- Lived a comfortable, upper middle class with his mom (Zuri), his radio host dad (Kenneth), and his little sister, April.

- Naturally a very active child! He's been in and out of multiple sports, but dancing was by far his favorite.

- Also very close to his mom and adopted her love for disco and the 80s in general. They boxercise regularly together, and sometimes April will join them

- Certified prom king expert! The dude has completely owned every single school dance he's been to. This made him a popular kid with plenty of friends growing up.

King Hippo 🏝🦛

- Not much to say! Hippo was born an adult. He was a full-blown adult hippo before getting mutated into a human-hippo being. (See my AU for details)

- Has very few memories of his time on Hippo island... he just knows he was the leader of them, though.

Piston Hondo: 🇯🇵🥊

- Lived with his mom (Michi), his dad (Ryu), and his twin sisters, Aki and Aiko.

- Always busy. If he's not at school, he's most likely working at the family restaurant, called "Heart of the Hondo's, as a cook.

- Parents were strict but not outwardly abusive. They raised him right! Taught him responsibility, respect, discipline... everything that he is today.

- Aki and Aiko are little Aran Ryan level menace's... Hondo had to take care of them and make sure they never got into any trouble most days.

- Childhood friends with Heike Kagero ever since grade school.

- Very quiet, non-social kid, and mainly hung out with Heike. If he's not working or at school, he'd spend his time watching anime (mainly Sailor Moon) or reading manga. His sisters loooved teasing him about his love for Sailor Moon...

Overall, pretty good childhood! He has a lot of nostalgia for his childhood, too.

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦🐻

- Didn't have a very great relationship with his folks... at least not until his teen years, that is.

- His father (Caleb) was a big name hunter, and his mother (Elanor) specialized in taxidermy.

- They lived in a rural community in Salmon Arm, Canada.

- They weren't really mean or horrible people, but they didn't know Bear didn't agree with their actions... mainly because Bear never confronted them. At all.

- Got very rebellious as a teen and ran away from his folks one night with his squirrel, Spruce. To this day, his parents seriously think he got kidnapped or something, and nowadays, they actually have no idea Bear is a boxer now.

- Spent his whole childhood with Spruce and other animals. Ever since he was 4 years old, animals just had a natural gravitation towards him.

- Never saw his grieving parents again.

Great Tiger 🇮🇳🐯

- Legit doesn't remember his childhood well.

- He imagines it was pretty mundane and routinely.

- Thinks he had a childhood pet...? He could be wrong, though.

Don Flamenco 🇪🇸🥀

- Lived in a middle class home with his mom (Lucia) and his dad (Juan)

- His mom was VERY dotting and protective... girl would throw a shoe at you if you accidentally looked at her son the wrong way. She bragged about him a lot too. Girl definitely wore the pants in her relationship.

- Ofc, even if Don's mother was clingy and protective of her "sweet baby angel" son, it didn't stop a certain blonde tourists parents from convincing her to let Don leave Spain...

- In terms of childhood, Don was a very popular kid for how social he was. He wasn't a particularly behaved student though.

- Definitely became a jock in his team years, sporting a large male friend group.

- Loved by his community, especially after his dad introduced him to the matador business at a young age.

- Smaller hc here, but was definitely on a swim team. Idk, I feel like that'd be a thing.

- Even smaller hc; Lucia is actually Latina (from Columbia), and his dad is a native Spaniard. This makes Don mixed race, technically :3

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪😈

- Lived in the outskirts of Dublin with his father (Oscar), his 6 younger siblings, including the one was closest to the most, a year younger sister named Brooke.

- Grew up on a small sheep farm, with lots of responsibilities, similar to Hondo. He looked after his siblings, his siblings did farm work, and his father fed them that night. That's how it worked.

- Was homeschooled

- Fought with Brooke a lot, except he was always the instigator. Brooke was a sharp contrast to his personality, being an intellectual and a stickler for rules and safety.

- On again off again relationship with his dad. Some days and nights were awesome, but some nights and days were awful...

- His dad was a hard punisher, and he wasn't afraid to spank or use the belt. He also definitely played favorites with all of the siblings.

- Rowdy sibling, and got into trouble the most. Either that or his dad couldn't handle his adhd.

- Runs away during hard fights, either to a local pub or into a sheep pen

- Had this small childhood toy, a stuffed lamb he named "lucky," that he sleeps with every night... and to this day!

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺🍾

- Grew up in a small, low-income community with his mom (Petra), his hard working dad (Grigory), and his short older sister named Svetlana.

- Absolutely adored child. Basically friends with all his neighbors, and was known as this gentle, soft-spoken giant.

- Naturally very tall kid

- Him and Svetlana were nearly always on the same wavelength, it was almost scary at times. They were basically besties

- Worked as a box carrier alongside school

- Parents are humoursly short compared to him. Funnier because they're very sweet and supportive of him, but not to an overbearing extent

Bald Bull 🇹🇷🐂

- Social shut in + anger issues

- His autism made it hard to understand other kids, so he didn't have a lot of friends

- Can't remember his parents well

- Nothing too notable here

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸🌊

- Very rich actors' parents (Sophia and Lucas) that weren't really parents. They were more like acting agents for young Macho Man.

- Didn't do well at school, and was often taken out so he could focus on his inevitable acting career

- Looks SO different from how he did as a kid... as a kid, he was a tiny blonde boy with a cute smile and rosey dimples. A far cry from how Macho Man looks now...

- Loved the beach, but his parents never brought him there much. He'd sneak off with friends often to be at the beach. Loved swimming, surfing and the ocean.

- His parents dropped all contact with him once reports of him being a spoiled, terrible actor to work with made public. They didn't wanna take credit for the kid they raised lol

- Loved action movies as a kid, had a ton of merchandise

Mr. Sandman 🟢🥊

- First of all, dude will never spill the beans about his childhood if you ask.

- Had absolutely incredible parents that he loved a lot. He lived with his kindhearted, if shy mother (Destiny) and his strong, wise father (Miles).

- Loved boxing ever since he was a boy... his childhood room was adorable, adorned with posters, action figures, and even trading cards.

- Strong, sporty kid who participated in multiple little leagues. He laughed and smiled way more during fights as a kid...

- Moved to NY when he was a teen to get recognized... Mr. Dream picked him up for training and stardom.

- Saw his parents less and less the more he worked with Mr. Dream... but Mr. Dream needed full control over him for true greatness.

- His childhood officially ended when his parents never came home from work one day because Mr. Dream had them murdered...

If anyone wants childhood hc for any particular boxer not mentioned, please comment them!~

[glorixuspurpose]

hello! i saw you have open request for chainsaw man! can i get an aki x reader, maybe aki got drunk and reader needs to pick him up, something fluffy and sweet (aki is clingy and flirty) (and they are in relationship!)

also reader is gender neutral? maybe they love together? i dont know, suprise me :D

have a lovely day <3

this request is so cute lol😭 i’m sorry this took me longer than usual but it snowed for the first time in probably five years and chaos ensued…anyways i hope you enjoy!!

Aki Hayakawa X Reader

 Aki’s plan obviously did not work out in his favor. Information from Makima was important enough for him to try and outdrink her in order to get something out of her. Obviously, it did not work. You had to peel him off the table as you slug his arm around your shoulder, trying to haul his drunk self out of there. He was practically clinging to you the entire way back.

“Who are you? Quit touching me…” Aki drawled as he tried to push you away, as if he wasn’t the one to cling to you in the first place. 

 “I’m your wonderful partner first of all. Plus, I was about to leave anyway.”

“But it isn’t over yet…”

“You’re too drunk to head home alone.”

He scoffed childishly. “I’m not driving.” 

A smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, cause we’re walking.”

He stayed silent for once, seemingly observing you. “You’re so…beautiful..”

You raised an eyebrow. “Um…thank you?” You muttered as you fumbled for your keys.

You kicked the door open as you finally unlocked it, gently attempting to lay Aki down on the couch. 

 “It’s so warm in here….” He muttered as you tried to stay laying down.

“Well, it’s freezing outside…” You told him. “I’m gonna get you some water.”

“Wait…water? Ew!”

“That’s too bad. It should help you feel a little better in the morning.” You weren’t actually sure if that was true or not. You didn’t drink–at least not very often.

You grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it up with tap water, going back to the living room and handing him the glass. He glared at you, but still drank it. 

He practically guzzled the entire thing, before slamming it onto the coffee table and leaning on your shoulder. “At least I’ve got someone beautiful to take care of me…” He muttered, leaning further into you. 

 You laughed at his behavior. He wasn’t usually like this when he was drunk, but it had been so long since he had actually gotten drunk that you couldn’t remember.

“You should get to bed.” You said, patting his chest. 

“Whatever you say, pretty…” He mumbled as he pushed himself up off of the couch, barely making a few steps before you stood up too, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him grounded. You two finally made it to your shared bedroom, him flopping down onto the bed. 

You stifled a laugh. “Don’t you want to change first?” You asked him as he was already kicking off his sneakers and situating himself under the covers. 

“Nah…I’m…okay..” He sighed contently, before falling asleep mere seconds later. You decided not to protest, since he’d been having trouble sleeping the past few weeks anyways.

 You decided to follow suit yourself, changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth before getting into bed alongside him. You always fell asleep before him, but now that it was the opposite, you decided to take a moment to just…observe him, you suppose. His face was much more relaxed as if he was unaware of anything happening. You let his hair down(because you knew he’d be pissed in the morning if he found out he left it in), running your fingers through it before eventually falling asleep yourself.

 When morning came, Aki woke up first as usual, immediately going to the kitchen to make tea. You woke up soon after, following the sound of the kettle. When you reached the kitchen, Aki was sitting at the island, rubbing his temples. 

“Headache?” You asked. 

“Yeah..” He mumbled, before lifting his head. “Hey, was I acting strange yesterday? When I was…you know.”

You paused, deciding whether or not to humor him or just spare his ego for now. You went with door number too. “Not really.”

He sighed of relief. “Good…”

You stifled a chuckle. “Yep.”

[blushblushbear]

The Kitsune’s if they were Yandere’s?😃

who says they aren't >;3

okay but no seriously--

TRIGGER WARNING FOR YANDERE SHIT--- manipulative, violent, toxic as hell, you guys know the drill

Aki

really brings the dere into yandere

he seems so cute and sweet and harmless

and he is!

mostly...

he tries not to show it

and when he does show it he plays it off as haha cutesy I'm just a little guy

but he's got a jealous streak a mile wide

he jokes around about 'the great Aki saw you first'

but you do not understand the depths of his dibs...

has a lot of animalistic tendencies

and he plays it either as innocent or kinky

sorry I bit you, I just couldn't control myself <:c

but don't fall for it

he's marking you

also it's funny how the people he pranks for revenge involving you seem to have their pranks go 'horrible wrong'

oops

welp, guess that guy only has one eye now but serves him right for talking like that to you

plays like he's joking when he acts a little possessive

'hey bud, they're spoken for >:T'

but the moment your back is turned he is giving them a look that they will see in their nightmares

likes to used pranks to remind people he's 'always watching'

and maybe he is maybe he isn't

it's hard to tell

always super sweet and loving with you

and maybe a little insecure

you love him don't you?? <:c

you'll stay with him forever right?? <:c

you're all his right??? <:c

he puppy eyes it but he's ready to take matters into his own hands if any of that ever changes...

don't buy those puppy eyes

Haru

WOOF POSSESSIVE

I mean, all of them are but HIM ESPECIALLY

also SUPER jealous

is hyper aware of the way people might try and get into your pants

mostly cause he does the same thing lol

also a big fan of marking you and isn't even shy about making that known

what?? gotta give you a few bite marks to let them know you're mine

loves to put his scent on you, more marking

is usually constantly hovering

another king of the haha yeah totally :) then once your back is turned HE'S GLARING DAGGERS >8l

likes to have you wear his stuff so people know your taken

if someone is rude to you he'll pull them off to the side for 'a quick chat'

and they are never heard from again

very much standing behind you with his hand on his sword daring a motherfucker to try him

but he's super sweet to you always

constant love bombing

lots of gifts

lots of spoiling you

declarations of love and devotion as he kisses your hand

and you think he's flirting or just being a little romantic

but no he's so dead serious you don't even know

will kidnap you if it comes to that

worried about you being safe

also don't bring up the idea of you dying, either by natural causes or other means, cause it will trigger a melt down

tears and a little bit of violence and a whole lot of not letting you leave for anything

also is about ready to restart the clan wars if he sees the other kitsune touch you for even a second

violently or romantically

your his precious mate and no one else can have you

Fuyu

WELP

this dude is already lonely and violent at the start of his route so

surprising no one he can and will get that way again at the drop of a hat if it involves you

he is actually the most reluctant to backhand a bitch since he did all this growing for you

but don't get it twisted he did all this growing FOR YOU

without you he's not actually grown (at least in yandere form)

he will kill someone very quickly if he thinks even for a second that they'll hurt you

also another dude who will restart these clan wars over you

will rip out the other kitsune's throats if he sees them near you

also more marking here

he's actually very gentle with his marking

until he's feeling insecure

then he bites a little too hard

and is very tearful and apologetic afterwards

he feels like a monster

but he will do it again if jealousy takes hold of him

another one whose easily triggered to dramatics but his aren't always violent

well they ARE just not VIOLENCE you see

violent break downs

violent sobbing

may border on threats of harming himself if you leave

very manipulative but he gets away with it cause it all comes from a place of pain and you're a bleeding heart

will kidnap you and then swan about on how he's such a monster but he can not let you go but he hates himself for it

true drama llama

but when he's sweet or romantic it's like a poem

everything he does he does out of love

you just kinda wish cha boy was more fucking stable about it.....

[suiana]

he was there, and then he wasn't (various yandere characters x gn reader) (angstober day 3)

he was there when you first met.

helping you up after someone bumped into you, you couldn't help but blush at the handsome male who helped you up to your feet. calling you adorable with that attractive voice of his... wait, did he just give you his number?! is he implying that he wants to see you again?!

he was there when you two went on your first date.

you had decided to meet that cute guy who helped you up a few days back. i mean, what could possibly go wrong? he looked nice enough, talked charmingly... you're sure it would be fine. and if it doesn't, you could just pretend to have never have met him and go on with your life! what's the worst that could happen?

he was there when you decided to confess to him.

okay, so that first date went better than expected and now you two were dating, fantastic. you two were like two peas in a pod, the perfect duo, soulmates even! geez, you wonder what your life would've been like if he hadn't been there. must've been really lonely since you now felt that your soul is complete.

he was there when you moved in with him

your relationship had progressed really well and smoothly! apart from a few bumps here and there caused by his jealousy and possessiveness, everything else was great! he was an amazing boyfriend, loving and caring for your every need, and he was a great cook! what more could you ask for? plus that dick was 10/10.

so when he brought up taking the next step, of course you agreed! it's like being a married couple already hehe ♡

he was there when you two first fought.

okay so you two got into your first little argument... could you guess what it was for? that's right! he got jealous that you were spending more time with another man, aka your coworker!

it was horrible. i mean, isn't he being too possessive? sure, it may be endesring at first but after a while it gets too suffocating... maybe you should bre-

oh and he's already apologizing with flowers and tears in his eyes?! shit now you feel bad :( why would you even think of breaking up with your sweet boyfriend? he's just perfect for you! so what if he's possessive? you can overlook this tiny fact haha...

he was there when he proposed to you.

you couldn't believe it. is this... actually happening?! the love of your life proposed to you?! holy shit you can't control your feelings right now...

and so, you sobbed into your lover's chest, happily telling him you loved him as he chuckles, stroking your head in an attempt to comfort you. all while having natching rings on your fingers, promised to each other forever more.

and he was there when you realised that it was no more than a happy dream.

and it was the day of your wedding. the day you longed for, only for it to be ruined when you were informed that your lover had been caught in an accident, taking his life away.

sobbing your heart out, it felt like the world had come crashing down on you. you had promised your life with him and he just left so suddenly?!

maybe this was the way the heavenly beings above pulled a joke? causing you to meet your soulmate, making you two fall in love, and then taking him away from you at your happiest? whatever it is, you were now crushed, as though a part of you had been taken away.

seriously... if you knew this would've happened, you wouldn't have gone out on that god forsaken day. because while the times with him were the happiest, the times without him now would be ultimately depressing.

for he was your other half, the one who completes your soul. and when he left, he took half of your soul with him.

dazai osamu(?), gojo satoru, venti, childe, welt yang(?), jingyuan, aki hayakawa, your faves<3

[silvvermoon]

Y'know after seeing your prompts and all, I was wondering if you'd ever do a drabble of sub!Aki getting pegged (not requesting anything, just curious)

YES 1000000000000% I AM PEGGING ENTHUSIAST 🥹🥳🙃🙃 I honestly have actually been thinking about it a lot but my brain has been so caught up on dom!Aki that I’ve had to write all the smut for that firstly haha.

I’d love to write like a soft? gentle? sub!Aki getting pegged where it’s his first time with you not being a dom. and Aki’s kinda shy beneath your touch, tries to stifle back the soft gasps that fall out his mouth when you’re biting his neck and pressing in, the head of the dildo barely breaching his entrance and you’re only giving him shallow thrusts, worried that you’ll hurt him because this is new and even with all the lube and prep, aki’s so damn tight. but he relaxes when you press a kiss into his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. he wants your lips against his while you make him feel so damn full, wants to reach out and pull you in closer until the dildo brushes up against that sweet spot inside him that he’s only ever found with his fingers. and it feels so fucking good just having you be the one to make him feel like this, his eyes tearing up each time your thrusts brush up against his prostate and Aki can’t hold it back, no, he’s drooling precum on his own stomach while letting out soft whines into your mouth and maybe he should feel the tiniest bit of embarrassment at being so desperate for you, but it feels so good that he wants to cry.

Yeah this turned into a drabble im sorry haha but I really wanna write a longer fic for this later!!!! Aki being pegged would look so pretty omfg

[rottingpirate]

Wondering if you'd be down to write some aki and angel soft headcanons (separately or together, your choice) with male reader. Like cuddling and all that sweet shit ❤️

Aki and Angel x M!reader sfw headcanons

Warnings: none, just fluff

I love them so much <3

Aki Hayakawa

He’s definitely a good boyfriend in every way

Just the most loving boyfriend tbh

His kisses taste like cigarettes

I see him as getting flustered pretty easily

Hold his hand? Kiss his forehead? Cook him dinner? Light a cigarette for him?

He’s just smitten

He does kinda hate PDA

He prefers to express his love in other ways

Like by cooking you breakfast, giving you little gifts or calling you whenever he gets the chance

He likes picturing a nice and peaceful future with you

Maybe get a nice house and have couple of cats running around

He likes it when you play with his hair

Run your fingers through it, brush or braid his hair

It really calms him down

Remembers your interests and what kind of things you love

He saves his money to get it for you, be it flowers, accessoires or a perfume you wore once

Angel Devil

He hates how he can't touch you

He just wants to be able to hold your hand, hug you, run his fingers through your hair and all that cute stuff

Just any sort of physical affection

Will stretch out his wings and brush them against your back

24/7 cuddles and he would be the little spoon everytime

Once he's in your arms he does not get up for another 12 hours

He would give quick pecks and kisses whenever he gets a chance

He'd be way too shocked and freeze when you decide to actually kiss him

Will really think you have a death wish

I feel like he knows how to cook but he's just too lazy to do it

If you mess up while cooking something then he might come and fix it for you

Very lazy and will make you do small chores for him

You’ve joked about him only dating you to make you do all his work and chores

Cute dates where you get ice cream

I like to imagine that if you're about the same height as him then you two can get discounts at places for playing middle schoolers or something

At the end of the day, he loves you very much and would happily accept you even on your worst days

[edvinception]

My thoughts (questions) rewatching episode 3 of epilogen

Paul is still alive right?! Who else sent Sonja the message?

Is Sonja showing her face in the window on purpose or is she just that stupid?

Why did prison girl say someone from the past? What is her connection to Sonja?

Is she Anders secret child? Or maybe connected to the OG major?

Why did Nina owe Linus?

Zoey is such a sweet person. She has cute chipmunk vibes!

Nina and Kevin being partners in crime 🥰

Not Sonja always putting Gustav through shit

Magda 😞 I probably don't care as much as I should though.

I'm glad Tove and him made up and that she admitted she should have listened to him. Their scenes together are actually really really nice!

Why is prison girl so skittish all the time. Why the rush? Why the paranoia? Who's after her and who is her boss?

Her killing them, just like that - kinda bad ass. But why is she so stupid about calling that girl?

Why is it so important that Kevin spies on Akis? Only for Emil?

Barry and Emil, the new ship?! I love them more than any other ship? Except for Kattis and Barry of course.

What about the necklace that prison girl wore?

I miss Lukas Sandrini 💙🩵 The MVP of Gåsmamman. GOAT.

I can't watch Nina so broken and fragile. It hurts so much. She deserves so much better.

Zoey is so in love with Linus. I can't blame her.

Baby Gustav 💙

KEVIN😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

and Nina my sweet sweet Nina

[yukii0nna]

I didn't get tagged by @wingedcatgirl plus I already did this for Camilla but to heck with it!

Alici Scarlet

"Aki listen to me, those guys are just jerks. So just be Aki and you'll be fine."

"One of these days, something will blow on this maskrade and we'll be having to leave. It's sad..."

"Aww Jack Atlas, I thought I heard ego and Jerk. Guess that's you "

"Trudge can be a good guy. Man I never thought I would ever say that"

"So all in favor of kicking Divine's creepy butt to the underworld say Ai. If not, you'll be missing out

"Yu-bunny, do you really think I'm that stupid? "

"I like to have secrets you know. Sorry if that makes me shady"

"Sera, let's have fun! After all a party is needed you know"

"So the son of a bitch wants to bring innocent lives into this ,huh? Fine, so he won't get the kiddy gloves anymore!"

"My bro is known for two things, a major sweet tooth and horrible taste in men. Figured I should be careful about the latter."

"I'm magical that way"

"I saw monsters, heck I used to deal with one every day. So I'm not letting you go down that road"

"Everyone is wondering if we're ghosts, actual demons or a witches. Maybe it's time to put some of the rumors to bed, big bro"

"She's a darling kick-ass and a duelist!? I'm in love!

"Hey, the nightmare is over kid. You're safe now. A fairy told me that."

@punkeropercyjackson @zexal-club @bakawitch @kousaka-ayumu @insomniac-jay @queen-of-twisted @achy-boo

[meownotgood]

omg 🫣 ok so i just saw your yandere thing and ik you said aki wouldnt and i agree!! aki would /never/ kidnap anyone…but maybe…maybe he would tell you to stay at his place, just for the night because it’s soooo late. and then insist he make you breakfast and then take you out for dinner and it’s suddenly it’s nighttime again and he tells you you should just stay over another night since you’re already here! idk i feel like he wouldn’t be full-on yandere, but maybe he just wants to keep you :3

yes!!! I actually made a post about yandere aki a while ago, I'll see if I can find it and reblog it for you... I think he'd still be his very sweet self but with how much he's lost and how he wants to keep those he loves safe, I could definitely imagine him becoming obsessed with you.

he just wants to keep you close to him. it pains him so much to imagine something happening to you — if he can't have you in his arms, you might get hurt. it would be easier if you would just stay with him always........

[deuterium51614]

Boueibu Rewatch Part 6

I actually took some notes while watching last night, so it's time to make sense of them!

Episode Four

Funnily enough, I was just going through my old Otaku/Anime USA magazines, and found the two that had reviews of Boueibu, both pre-season two. And one of them described the series along the lines of "Sailor Moon but with more chest hair." Someone launch Apollo's dodge ball at that reviewer, please.

OMG En, you can't just ask why someone's Italian.

I think there was a little bit of foreshadowing to the Beppu twins' disagreement towards the end of the series about touring with Goura and stuff, because they said "even if the world turned upside-down, we'd still be of one mind in all things." Some missed potential, we could've had like. Aki team up with the Battle Lovers because Haru somehow got Goura all to himself or something.

Anyway, from a distance Alan looks really off model. Also from the side when the twins were confronting him, he kinda looked like Benedict Cumberpatch.

The way the Beppu twins pry for what's weighing on his mind makes me think there's a production team in-universe that has to rush to design the monster based off a student's issue, and it's not just the Zundar needle or Dadacha fwap that randomly assigns a monster... Maybe this one was a rush job?

There's an animation error where En and Atsushi's colors are swapped in the fight from a distance, but I haven't checked if the Bluray fixed it (probably not, they didn't fix two other errors I checked for).

Anyway, I stand by my idea that instead of chest hair, this episode could've been about a younger twin being salty about his older twin getting taller so they're no longer identical, and the monster being a parody of King Kong where he grabs his twin and climbs the school's bell tower. We could've even got the Battle Lovers flying around like they do in the OP to mirror the planes!

Episode Five

Didn't really write notes on this one, since I was crocheting as I did the rewatch...

But I do want to say it would be fun to see an AU where the second season is still BL vs CA, and we get Kinshirou's perspective on Munakata refusing to graduate. Maybe Munakata would have been turned into a Loveless instead? Or do you think the monsters we see in S2 were planned out for CIDER, and the assets are being reused by the twins? (They'd probably be pissed if they knew they were getting leftovers lol)

Episode Six

The sound for this episode was buzzy for me when it started? Kinda like fanime quality (Nyan Neko Sugar Girls-esque). It was weird, but after exiting the episode and going back in, it was normal. Though it really did add to the experience of En and Atsushi asking Yumoto to tell them more about sea slugs.

"Wombat hates sweets." Cue Wombat choking. That's not hating sweets, that's either an allergy or it's blocking his airway lol

Wish they made the Defense Club look visibly different or younger in the flashbacks...

I don't think Kuroshiro was deserving of becoming a monster. The guy literally asked a question, and got a bit flustered when pressed. Like sure, he did admit to being jealous (like 23 times). But still. I feel if he had gotten an internal monologue like other Loveless (Makuwa), my opinion would be different.

If I had a nickel for every Umatani anime that had a giant panda monster, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice.

Yumoto's washing the ridge tiles on the roof and says they're guardian spirits against fire, but since it's a natural hot spring there's no danger of fire... But in a later episode, Goura drops the lore that he was caught in a fire at Binan Land (if I'm remembering right?) but he came out unscathed so maybe he was protected from washing the tiles?

At the end of this episode, Wombat said "Love shock!" which feeds into my AU that he's Martha with time shenanigans. (Martha's said "Martha shock!" in the past, right? I'm not misremembering?)

And now I'm realizing that the episode ends in the school, but the roof that they show is the Kurotama's...

[r4e-ra3]

Relationships - Raede Brisingr!

Heyyy! Made this so y'all know how I'm connected to the rest of 'em on here, Tumblr! :D

No I'm not copying Rado :( ...I mean, does it matter if I did?

Canon!

In the works, gang, hold on!!

Fanon!

Rado Brisingr - @ayo-radsss

Elder twin sisterrrr

She's really chill guys

I get scolded by her almost everyday <3

I exist to annoy her <33

SHE'S THERE FOR ME WHEN I'M REALLY SAD :(( <33

And she loves writing and reading

Josie - @sourbunnie

BABY COUSIN. BABY.

Mwahahahah guess who decided to follow my footsteps for her career

Jk guys she chose to be a graphic designer on her own

She's a magnet to near-death experiences (She smiles after it all but she's actually quivering from fear-)

Her drawings are so awesome!!

My partner to cause trouble in the family <3

Luna Stellan - @lunaunknown404

BESTIE. HOMIE.

If Rado isn't there, Luna's the next mom of the group

Or maybe she IS the mom

But omg she's so cool like she's also an immortal sorcerer like Solomon???

Our protector from Lucifer & Rado if we cause trouble

Ms. Daddy Issues /j (She really really likes Lucifer you get my point?)

Damien - @moneyluvsdamien

NEPHEW (actually Mammon's son)

I'm only callin' this kid "son" when I've over 30 and he's willing to let me take that role

Even my nephew is cool

It's fun to watch him talk to the ravens

I'm this close to spending my money on Hello Kitty merch y'know that--

Lilitu - @lilitu-the-wrathian

NIECE - Satan's daughter

Look at this adorable ball of energy

This gremlin <3

She's shocking yk, callin' Mams MY pet n all (I was HOWLING with laughter)

Bold kiddo, I like

Akiyama D'Amour - @aki-babes

NEPHEW - Asmo's son

HE'S SO ADORABLEEE??

LIKE WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO SQUEEZE HIM IN A HUG

He's such a sweet kiddo

I LOVE taking him on shopping trips <33

Lila - @tomiokagiyuufirststan / @tomiokagiyuufirstfan

NIECE - I have no idea where she belongs on the family tree, but she's fam to me

Whoa, kid's so unhinged I love it

Although like I do get scared sometimes bcs SHE IS NOT SAFE

A cult was after her did you know

And she ate a demon once

Unhinged kid. I love <3

Chanzé - @fairwish / @poly-mc //NOTE: pronouns are sea/star!

Sea is nice :D

Sea almost let me try weed once (but Rado was watching me so I had to say no.)

Though I think Rado talks to star more than I do!!

Soul - @soulessiris

Mammon's unhinged son :D

Honestly idk what our relation is (I forgot to clarify w/ Soul unlike Damien)

Soul you can decide lmao

I'm curious about kid, kid is interesting

We have a pact! :0

I haven't talked to Iris yet!

Malachai - @malachaotic

NEPHEW - Satan's son

Really surprised he wanted to talk to me

He's kinda interesting

Two personalities!!

Oh damn Rado would really enjoy talking to him

His actual parents suck, like wym you hated your son bc he has two personalities

Maybe it's just me, but kid seemed polite :D

That's all for now!! I'll add ppl when I interact w/ them :))

Dividers: @adornedwithlight