#my echo is the dumbest thing sometimes

[tatersgonnatate]

*thunder rumbles in distance with clouds overhead*

Me: Alexa, is it going to rain today?

Echo: No rain is expected today

Me: ...................

Me: *opens my weather app and sees a 75% chance of rain a few hours from now*

Me: YOU LYING BITCH! Y'ALL JUST THINK THIS IS SOME FUNNY GAME HUH I STG

[rowdyluv]

Talk to Me - jh86

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: jack is stressing over how y/n is bottling something up that happened at the event they attended together. but he just wants her to open up to him like she always has

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: mild language, angst, fake dating, anxious themes, oblivious characters,

© property of rowdyluv ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

"Quinn, man, she's just not herself," Jack said, his forehead creased with worry as he talked to his brother’s face through the phone. The bright screen cast a bluish glow on his face, making the shadows under his eyes more pronounced. “Well. She’s herself by being closed off and not telling people what’s wrong. But.”

“But…. she’s not telling you what’s wrong and that isn’t like her.” Quinn cut his younger, middle brother off.

Jack hummed in response. Relieved that Quinn at least understood that part of the situation. Quinn has known her just as long as him, so he figured calling big brother was an appropriate option for some advice.

Quinn's voice grew softer. "Jack, have you ever thought that maybe Y/n's still dealing with what went down at the charity gala? You know she isn’t actually superwoman contrary to your all’s longest running matching halloween costumes.”

Jack was quiet for a moment. Contemplating how to answer his brother’s absurd question. “Of course I have, Q. That is all I have thought about for four days now.” Jack drug one of his hands down his face and groaned in frustration. “Since when do her and I not talk to each other?”

Quinn sighs heavily on the other side of the screen, his voice thick with annoyance towards his brother’s oblivion. "Jack, you know, you can be pretty clueless sometimes.”

“What the fuck Quinn? How did this suddenly become the time to insult me?”

Quinn rolled his eyes and propped his phone up on his coffee table. He sat up, placing his elbows on his knees, looking right at Jack through the phone’s camera. "Jack, she is your best friend. You claim to know everything about her. Or that you know her best. If that is true, we wouldn’t be on the phone arguing about why she’s avoiding what happened."

Jack frowned and whispered, feeling attacked. "I do know her best.”

“And I know you both pretty damn well.” Quinn laughed. “So. I'm going to bet that she isn't avoiding the topic of the WAGs.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard you say this month.”

“Do you want to hear what I have to say or not, dumbass?”

Jack didn't respond to him, hoping he would take the silence as an invitation.

“Alright then. If what you told me about the ‘special moment’ you two shared is true. She could be avoiding you because of that. Think about that one.

Jack’s eyes snapped to the phone, his heart racing. He felt like the air was being sucked out of the room. “What do you mean? We have shared many hugs before. Many close moments. So what I felt like I was in heaven at that moment? She didn’t but I had it for a minute. She doesn’t care?.”

“Would you listen to yourself? Many close moments, many hugs, felt like you were in heaven? What about her? What did she feel? Had you discussed being that open about your arrangement in public yet? Or did you blindside her to have your fill?”

“Quinn.. I—. I have to go. Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you too, Jacky. Good luck.”

‘Rowdy dude. I believe you fucked up.’

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Jack stared at the phone screen for a moment longer before hanging up. He had been pacing the length of his bedroom, his thoughts a tumultuous mess. Quinn’s words echoed in his mind, making him feel like he had missed something crucial. He took a deep breath and headed to the couch where Y/n was curled up, fast asleep. Her chest gently rose and fell with each breath, and the soft light from the nearby lamp danced across her features. Jack was not going to wake her to let her know he was running out. He grabbed a pen and paper to leave her a note.

He scribbled down a quick message, feeling his stomach knot at the thought of her finding it. "Gone to grab a few things. Be back soon. Love ya, J." He placed the note on the coffee table and grabbed his keys. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the apartment eerily quiet.

Jack drove to the local floral shop, his mind racing with thoughts of what to say to her. The cool evening air brushed against his skin as he exited the car and walked through the quiet streets. The bell on the door jingled merrily as he stepped into the warm, fragrant oasis of color. The woman behind the counter looked up from her book, a gentle smile spreading across her face. "Can I help you find something?"

"I'm looking for some flowers," he began, his voice a bit shakier than he'd like. "I need lilies, daffodils, and some cosmos."

The woman nodded understandingly, her eyes twinkling. "Ah, sounds like you're trying to brighten someone's day," she said knowingly. "Lilies for purity, daffodils for new beginnings, and cosmos for a bit of whimsy. A lovely combination."

Jack couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "I hope so. They're for my best friend, Y/n. She's had a tough week."

The woman's smile grew as she began to gather the flowers. "Best friends are the best kind of people to have. Tell her they're for making bad days a bit brighter."

Jack nodded, his mind racing. "Could you make them into a bouquet, please?"

"Of course, dear," the woman replied warmly. "Let me wrap these up for you. They're going to make a beautiful bouquet."

Jack felt a twinge of hope as he watched her arrange the flowers. He knew that Y/n would appreciate the gesture, its who she is, and maybe, it would be the catalyst for the conversation they needed to have. He paid for the bouquet and stepped back out into the evening light, ready to get dinner and head back home.

The pizza place was a short drive away, a place they've been going to each week since she movec. It had the perfect blend of cheese and sauce that made their taste buds dance. As he walked in, the familiar smell of fresh dough and baked bread greeted him. The bell jingled over the door and the cashier looked up, recognizing him immediately. "Jack! The usual?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Yes, please," he replied. She wasn’t necessarily picky with her food, but when it came to this pizza, she was a creature of habit. Pepperoni, ONLY just how she liked it. He watched as the pizzamaker expertly tossed the dough and spread the sauce, feeling a sense of comfort in the familiar routine.

As the pizza baked, Jack couldn’t help but recall the way Y/n's eyes lit up when she took that first bite, how she'd always save a piece for him to share. It was these little moments that made their friendship so special.

‘Friendship?’ His inner thoughts screamed and echoed and ping-ponged around his skull so loudly Jack didnt notice the cashier was trying to get attention to pay.

Jack nodded absentmindedly, pulling out his wallet. "Oh, right." He mumbling his apology and handed over the money. "Keep the change," he said, a little too eagerly, and practically bolted out the door.

The ride home was a blur. He barely noticed the scenery passing by, his thoughts consumed by Quinn's words and the weight of his own feelings. When he pulled up to the apartment complex, his heart felt heavier than the bouquet of flowers in his hand. The elevator ride to their floor was painfully slow, each ding of the passing floors a seeming to get louder and louder.

Jack's palms were slick with nerves as he unlocked the door and stepped into their shared space. The TV was playing softly in the background and the couch was now abandoned. He sat the pizza box on the coffee table.

He called out her name tentatively. The silence that followed was deafening.

With no response he peaked around the corner and down the hallway. There was a bit of light spilling out from under the crack of the door. He took a deep breath and went to knock gently, the bouquet in one hand, his heart in the other.

"Y/n? Can I come in?"

The door to her bedroom cracked open slightly, and a confused gaze met his from the other side. She had been crying again, Jack could see the redness around her eyes and the way her cheeks were still wet with tears.

His heart feels like it just had a skate ran over it.

Jack held out the bouquet, his heart hammering in his chest like a drum. "I brought these for you," he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady. "To make the bad days seem a bit brighter."

Y/n stared at the flowers, her eyes widening with surprise. She had never seen him so nervous before, not even when he was about to go on the ice for a big game. She took the bouquet from his hand, her fingers brushing against his in a way that sent a jolt through both their systems. The sweet scent of the lilies filled the space between them, mingling with the faint scent of her perfume. "Jack, they're beautiful," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears.

“I have something else, c’mon.”

Jack's voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions crashing through his mind. He stepped aside, allowing Y/n to enter the hallway to head towards the living room where the pizza waited. She followed him with a tentative step, the bouquet clutched to her chest like a lifeline.

When they reached the couch, Jack turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of what she might be feeling. "Look, Y/n, I know something's been bothering you, but I don’t want to push. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. But I want you to know that I'm here for you." He took a deep breath and held out his hand to her. "Will you come with me?"

“Our pizza and my favorite flowers? Did you cause a scandal in this fake relationship.” She feigned faked shock, knowing well he didnt. At least she hoped that he hadn’t.

Jack couldn't help but smile at her attempt to lighten the mood, but he knew this was another attempt to deflect attention. He nodded his head no "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

Y/n's eyes searched his, looking for a deeper meaning behind the flowers and pizza. She sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly. "Jack, I know you're worried, but I just don't know if I can talk about it yet."

Jack dropped his head. “I truly wanted to do something nice. But i will admit i had a few motives.”

“I’m afraid that telling you will change things for worse.

Jack looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Y/n, I promise you, I’m not going anywhere. You can tell me anything."

Y/n looked down at the bouquet in her hands, the petals brushing against her skin as if whispering secrets she was too afraid to speak aloud. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Jack, I know you're trying to help, but it's just..." She paused, her voice cracking slightly.

Jack stepped closer, his hand reaching out to comfort her. "It's okay, Y/n. Take your time."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She took a deep breath and spoke in a hushed tone. "I've been trying to ignore it, but I can't. Have you ever wanted something so terribly bad, but you’re no good for it/them. Or do they see you differently?"

Jack's heart clenched at the pain in her voice. He went to grab her hand and she pulled away. His heart plummeted “Y/n.”

“Jack. Let me say it this way. Have you ever wanted someone so badly it physically hurt?” Y/n held Jack’s gaze silently pleading he did understand.

Jack cleared his throat before he tried to speak again. “And if I said yes, would you even believe in me?”

[sebmindbreak]

ITRAPPED X YOU/READER HEADCANONS!

Hehe I love that manipulative mf

HEADCANONS

-platonic

-proposal

-romantic

First of all , 3 parts !

iTrapped (Platonic When he first meets you)

-You weren't scared of him, and that alone made him interested.

-chance had introduced you back at their casino and Itrapped was here.

-He noticed you were observant. Too observant. It made him both grin and grimace.

-Instead of jumping to hostility, he tried talking to you first, just to see what you'd do.

-You gave him a reaction he didn't expect. Not fear, not awe ,curiosity and kindness?..

-He decided he’d follow you a little. Not in a creepy way. More like a cat watching someone open a tuna can.

-When you spoke to him like a person , even though he had countless times tried to manipulate you, he tilted his head. “Weird,” he muttered. But didn’t walk away.

-You somehow reminded him of chance and he both loved and HATED it

-At first, he thought it was to "study your weaknesses." , seeing what you liked , what's your favourite things , Then it turned into routine.

-he realised.. he fell , he fell HARD.

iTrapped (Proposal – How he proposes to you)

-He would never go traditional. No ring-in-a-glass-of-wine , or roses garbage. He’s too theatrical.

-He makes a fake trap one day, just for you. Tells you to step in the middle, deadpan serious.

-“Trust me. It’s not lethal. Unless you say no. Then it might be.”

-When you step inside, lights flicker and a voice (definitely his voice, altered) echoes “CONGRATULATIONS, YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME.”

-He drops down from the ceiling (yes, literally LOL) holding a bouquet of icy flowers.

-“Will you be my partner?”

-He’s not even nervous. He knows you’ll say yes. But he still watches you closely for the reaction (part of him still is afraid you'll say no..)

-When you say yes, he looks stunned for just a second then grins.

-“Sucker,” he teases, before pulling you into the sweetest kiss

-He's proud of making you say yes , and brag about it.

iTrapped (Romantic After you're together)

-He still makes jokes about how he could "trap you again" if you ever try to leave.

-He’s annoyingly clingy but in a way that makes your heart hurt. Always leaning on you, draped over your shoulders, poking your face.

-he demands attention 24/7 , but will DENY it

-Calls you things like “mine,” “sweetheart,” or “my lucky clover.”

-He has no shame being affectionate in public. Especially if it annoys others.

-Whenever you get mad, he just smirks and says, “Aww. You’re cute when you threaten me.”

-He actually gets jealous extremely easily, but hides it behind snide sarcasm.

-unless it gets serious

-If someone flirts with you, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and says something like, “Excuse me , but.. they're MINE...”

-Loves hearing your laugh. Will do the dumbest things to make you smile.

-He keeps the things you saved to him in his room , like trinkets and stuff, One of them is engraved with your initials.

-Sometimes he just stares at you when you sleep. Not creepily. Just… like he can’t believe he got this lucky.

-He once whispered, “How am I even here with you?....”

I HOPE YOU ENJOY! I did a mix of normal Itrapped x FORSAKEN Itrapped, I love Itrapped HEHE

[sodaneko]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏: 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠

♫ saturra - lovergirl

Would you be my lovergirl? We could run up against the world I don't wanna waste my time I just wanna lay with you

⭅ back to m.list

We don’t need memories.

It was only later in life that Osamu fully grasped the deeper meaning of Inarizaki’s volleyball club slogan. While he felt indifferent about it at best back then, in this very moment he wants to vehemently protest it. With her, he needs all the memories. He doesn’t want to miss a single second of it. 

Of her.

Life takes some funny turns sometimes, he learned. One night he’s lying awake and scrolling through the blog of the most feisty and beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on; then a heartbeat later he’s in the exact same spot, unable to fall asleep because the sheets smell so much like her, like the echo of a siren song calling out for him. Some nights it makes him feel like he’s losing his mind from all this unfamiliar yearning in the pits of his stomach. 

He really tried to forget about how perfectly her sleeping form fitted into his side, with her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, her breath steady and warm against him. Or the weight of her leg, thrown over his middle and trapping him in, all tangled up. Her fingertips dancing over the exposed skin of his hip bones before they come to rest against his side, just underneath the seam of his shirt where she slipped them so quietly, naturally, as if they had done this a thousand times before–

Osamu shakes his head in an attempt to dispel the vivid memory, like he wasn’t only a few minutes away from seeing her again. His girl. He’s blissfully ignoring the thundering drum of his heart and throws his backpack over one shoulder, his free hand dragging his luggage behind him. 

He told her to wait in the car for him, knowing she hated crowds and would be overwhelmed easily trying to find him at the busiest station of the whole country. It was a compromise. You know, I can just take a cab from there and be with you in no time, he had told her over the phone to which she had let out a huff, as if it was the dumbest thing she ever heard. Don’t be silly, of course I’m coming to get you. You’d do the same, right? 

She had a point. Osamu would walk to the end of earth if he knew she was waiting there for him. 

Getting to her feels like crossing a maze; and he can’t help but think that this feels similar to conquering her heart, never knowing which turn to take but eventually every path leads to her. He reaches the highest deck of the parking garage, the sun in the zenit, but that’s not what’s blinding him. 

Osamu sees her before she sees him. Inside of the parked car her eyes are on the rearview mirror, and from the distance he can’t tell if she’s reapplying her lip gloss (don’t think about kissing her, don’t think about kissing her…) or wiping crumbs from the corner of her mouth, evidence of that being the half eaten croissant on the passenger seat. When he gets closer he notices how she’s humming to the music playing from the radio, her fingers drumming against the steering wheel, windows rolled down, a small smile playing upon her lips. She looks peaceful, a little giddy even. 

Their eyes meet through the rearview mirror and everything feels electric.

It’s Osamu who moves first, dropping his baggage to the ground and taking the last few steps till he’s at the driver’s door. She hasn’t moved yet, probably paralyzed by whatever anxious thought her brain was shooting at her in this moment, only slowly blinking at him when he reaches for the door handle. 

As if she was in a dream. As if she was his dream.

Only when he opens the car door and holds out a hand for her she’s stirring back to reality. That’s when her lips curve into a smile again and her hand slips into his, so effortless as if it’s something they do on the regular. She says his name in the softest tone and Osamu thinks he never wanted to kiss someone so badly in his entire life. 

His arms wrap around her when she stumbles out of the car, catching her in a warm embrace, and one heartbeat later her arms come around his middle, fingers twisting in his shirt as if she was afraid he’d slip away from her any second. Osamu lets out a quiet laugh and hugs her tighter against his chest, one hand coming up to the back of her neck, calloused fingertips brushing over her bare skin. He’s pretty sure she can feel the way his heart is about to crack his ribcage open, like a pair of hands opening up a pomegranate for her.

“Sorry I kept you waiting for so long.” I love you. “No worries, you didn’t. I listened to the playlist you sent me meanwhile. Was your trainride okay? Did you have enough to eat?” I love you. “Eh, it was fine. I saw a recipe online I think you’ll really like, I’ll show you when we’re home. Maybe we can try cooking it together while I’m here.” I love you. “Yeah! Fun. You must be hungry, I brought you an almond croissant from my favorite bakery.” I love you. 

They pull apart, just enough to search each other’s gaze, and Osamu’s hands tremble slightly when he cradles her face with all the gentleness of the world. The words are lying on the tip of his tongue, sweet and alluring, and when she rests her hands on top of his he’s pretty sure he forgot how to breathe.

If Osamu was a braver man he’d kiss her right here, right now. 

But his heart feels like it’s gonna burst at the seams just from thinking about it, so he pulls her closer again, his lips brushing against her temple. Innocent and yet so heavy with a promise. He knows she understood from the way she hugs him back, her hands now dancing across his back as if she wants to memorize the shape of him. His head comes to rest against hers and Osamu thinks this is the closest he’s ever gotten to holding the sun in his arms.

•┈••✦ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥…

y/n couldn't control herself and ate half of the almond croissant she bought for Osamu (it's ok, they'll go get another treat later) (he would've done the same)

she did NOT let her intrusive thoughts win when she spotted Osamu in the rearview mirror

kiss & tell groupchat is about to go wild soon with all that kissing and telling on the horizon

y/n's room is at the end of the hallway with only Makki's room next to hers, so all hopes are on him to report anything back to the groupchat

when Osamu started the video call he was still at work but it was a quiet evening so they'd only get occassionally interrupted by an incoming order

all the staff said hi too when they saw the propped up phone, asking y/n when she'll be back

also upcoming beach episode? i'm sorry but this smau is basically me wrapping all of my shoujo romance dreams into one story

please know that Osamu completely forgot about the reason why he came to Toyko in the first place (viewing places to open a new Onigiri Miya branch) the second he laid his eyes on y/n

this boy invented being down bad

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taglist open! dm/ask/comment to be added (or removed, no hard feelings ♡)! minors DNI!

[siri-ike]

Empty, chapter 3

A dp x dc crossover fic

P.S. if you notice a spelling errors in any of my posts, please let me know so i can fix them.

Chapter 1 chapter 2

It's hard to tell how long they were sliding for. It felt like ages, yet only a moment. It felt like they had become friends, though they had never spoken. He didn't even know what her life had been like, why she had run away or why she chose this day. He only knew that he wanted to help her. And if that meant leaving all that conflict behind, so be it. He can find more elsewhere.

Eventually, they stopped at a far away park. The sun had gotten low enough that no matter where you looked, you had a 50% chance of being blinded. He made sure to drop her in a patch of grass so as not to hurt her. She was quick to get up and run into the park. Didn't even question the ice. He supposed he could leave her to her plans, but it's not like he had any of his own. So he followed.

All the way to the other side of the park where an officer picked her up like a wet cat. She kicked and scratched, but her limbs simply weren't long enough.

"Out late, are we? Do your parents know where you are, Maggie?" He asked, not putting her down.

Maggie? Oh, right, that other guy called her Margaret before. They must know each other.

"Let's take a look in that bag, shall we?" He took the bag and dropped her to the ground.

"NO! NO! It's mine! You can't have it!" She screamed desperately, trying to reach it. And that's enough. He swooped towards the cop and then through him. Leaving him half frozen, holding her bag. Now that he was still, she could jump up and grab it.

The sun was setting by the time she stopped running. They were at a train station underground. Light barely made it in to outline every surface with an orange glow.

The girls shadow got fainter the deeper into the tunnels they went. And it almost looked as though he had one of his own.

She stopped at a rusty old train cart. She had to put her bag down in order to force the door open. The inside looked like a museum. Everything had been taken out to make room for plastic cases full of jewelry like broaches, necklaces, and earrings, but also things like cutlery, candle holders, shiny wrapping paper. Most of the stuff here looks worthless.

Oh, no.

He was helping a thief. Worse than that, he was helping a kleptomaniac. Was that officer trying to help? Did she steal from the guy who was yelling before? Stupid. How could he be so stupid?!

Klank!

He looked down to the source of the sound. A menorah had fallen to the ground. The sound echoed through the train car and down both tunnels. Who steals a menorah? Sam would be furious.

A better question is: who is Sam?

His gaze wanders back to the girl, surprised to see she's looking at him too.

She just stares at him. Not directly. More so at his torso area. He tries moving over but her eyes follow, sort of. He looks behind him, and there it is.

His shadow. It looks human. Like if a person were just floating in the air. But, that can't be. He's not-

"you're not real." Her voice is much smaller this time. "you're just a filament of my imagination" She insisted, unconvincingly.

"Ok, even I know it's figment, and I'm one of the dumbest people I know." He floats lower. "But, you're right. I'm not real." He sits down on the cold metal train floor. "I might have been once. A long time ago. Sometimes I can see people, in my mind. they're blurry. But they're always the same ones." He lets out a breath of cold air. "A boy with glasses and a girl wearing all black. Those two are usually together when I picture them. Then there's a taller girl with red hair, she feels so warm even though I can't touch her. Then there's a man and a woman, he's big and square and she smells like oil, all the time." He brings his knee to his chest. "I'm not sure if they were real either. Maybe I just made them up." He curls up, trying to hide what would be tears if he could produce them. "Sometimes I, I-" he pauses to gather the courage to confess.

"I hope I made them up."

For a moment, he sits there. Letting the guilt consume him. But after a while with no response. He looks up.

The whole train car is frozen. Icicles have grown from the ceiling the display cases are incased in layers upon layers of ice.

And an 8 year old girl stands in front of him. With a look of horror, permanently carved on her face.

Chapter 4

[hanaybuns]

wow oh my gosh i didn't expect so many people to see that last post, thank you so so much!! and i loved reading everyone's thoughts too, thank you guys so much for taking the time to read my "analysis" (yaps) and taking the time to leave your own responses!!

here's part 2:

alright so after covering the past exenstively, lets go back to the present, where karamatsu hides his true feelings about things to avoid creating or being involved in conflict (and sometimes to avoid doing something that's inconvenient, like helping choromatsu lmao). karamatsu is so funny to me because unlike the others, he's so passive about everything. i have so many examples of this:

he always waits for girls to hit on him, he just poses and waits for the ladies to flock to him lmao. such a diva

he usually isn't the one to ever begin a conversation with the bros as a group, he'll mostly jump in once the conversation is happening

if he does strike up a conversation, it's usually one on one (and it's usually either with choromatsu, osomatsu, and occasionally jyushimatsu, who are the bros he has the least amount of conflict with)

he mostly doesn't start fights, he'll almost always get wrapped into them

ofc, he almost never fights back when it comes to being insulted by any of his brothers

he usually only insults osomatsu (or indirectly choromatsu, but that feels more like teasing than anything)

that being said, he does have his moments of proactiveness. i believe it's really in those moments when you get a sense of who he really is and you get a peek into his true feelings

so these were the ones i knew off the top of my head, but most of these scenes (save for pizza) are him trying to be a good older brother. either that, or trying to take control of the situation for his brother's sake.

(here is where i got a lot of the screenshots above from btw)

but also don't get me wrong, he does have his moments of proactive awfulness. sometimes accidental, sometimes not.

see, in my eyes, his passivity is a form of self preservation. i think on a subconscious level, he doesn't really take an active role in his own life (and his brother's) because the last time he asserted himself and truly tried to take control, he ended up causing his brothers to fight.

but to go even deeper, on an emotional level, he does it to avoid the feelings of rejection and failure he experienced after the fight. it's a way to protect himself from the possibility that he'll end up hurt again (and secondarily, the possibility that he'll make things worse for his brothers again).

this is also why i think he doesn't really listen to people. it's the same principle. karamatsu would rather live in his own bubble of self-aggrandizing delusion than truly face himself and others. he lives in this insulated echo chamber of his own thoughts and feelings, and since karamatsu is a dummy, this makes him ultimately blind to his own shortcomings. this also prevents him from having genuine and vulnerable relationships with his brothers. not only does he refuse to tell them how he really feels, he also refuses to truly listen to them and take their words to heart (as hurtful as they may be). but you know who he does listen to? you know who he does actually tell his true feelings to? you guessed it:

(and honestly? you know who else too? maybe not as deep as choukei but)

in full transparency, this is me being very lazy. but i wrote about this a while back when discussing the amazing doujin: Karamatsu's Brand New World.

(which I highly recommend everyone should read please please please).

karamatsu is a passionate, exclusive, caring, selfish, self-aggrandizing, delusional, stupid, kind, sensitive, cowardly, selfless, petty, lazy, cringey, blunt, lovable guy

he's ultimately a very flawed character and i can truly understand his popularity both here and in japan. but i think a lot of people interpret him as this perfect, selfless guy. no no, he sucks. they all do. and he's really stupid, he may be the dumbest out of the 6, though not by much. but all of his flaws and strong points make him a such great character. i hope i did him justice.

i'm really really excited for the fourth season, i hope we get more karamatsu exploration this season as well! if we don't, then i'll take every crumb i can get and talk endlessly about it anyways.

[angelsdean]

Thanks for the thoughtful reply re: Cassie. I still don’t think she influences the narrative that much but I can see your point of view. I would also point out that Dean tells Sam not to mention Lisa around him again and the experience was traumatic in a way Cassie just isn’t. Not to come off as a Lisa apologist. Also hard agree with you saying there are grievance viewers. TikTok in particular is full of these picking out the dumbest shit to focus on. Like Sam using his colonialist white man existence to appropriate hex bags for instance. Said by a white woman.

Thanks. Yea I think the Lisa and Ben stuff was particularly heavy and Dean's request / threat to Sam to never mention them again really shows how hard it all was for him, but for me it also just kind of reinforces this general grief Dean has re: all the people he loses and/or is forced to leave behind, where speaking and thinking about them just kind of reopens the wounds of those loses. So while he may not verbalize this about other characters the way he does re: Lisa and Ben, the Lisa and Ben request sort of echoes this sentiment of "it hurts too much to think about / talk about all the people I cared about who are no longer in my life" giving an explanation for why we may not hear abt other characters either.

But anyways, ooof tiktok fandom. I like to pretend they don't exist lmao. Such a toxic waste dump of rancid takes in all directions. I am very glad I don't have tiktok. I will never see these people. They can't hurt me lol. There's a lot I think that can be criticized abt Sam (his stance on prisoners for one) but hex bags really? And it's like, okay then where is the criticism then for Rowena, and every other white witch and and and. What about criticism for Bela, the rich white British woman stealing and reselling ancient cultural artifacts. LIKE, you can do this criticism for nearly every character but it's rarely done productively and it's usually just as a way to hate on a specific character, usually one of the literal protagonists and it's always with an air of "Look I am calling out how Problematic the show is! Look give me activism points! Look I am hating the white man protagonists! I am turning the heroes into the villains and stanning every minor character! This show sucks! Am I getting a good grade in TV show watching??" And well, all of that gets exhausting and annoying fast. Like sometimes you can just enjoy things, while still being aware there are issues, but you don't need to like, do penance and list every fault every time you dare to enjoy it.

[headfullofgalaxies]

I want to write a review of Echoes of Wisdom, but I keep going into a tangent about where I think the game falls in the timeline. So, I'm going to write up my theory here and get it out of my system, because I have *~*~*OPINIONS*~*~* on this and I WILL BE HEARD.

Let's get one out of the way first before we delve deep into it.

I know that Nintendo doesn't really care about the timeline. Nintendo barely even cares about its own LORE. Even the basic stuff! There are literally the only two things every Zelda game has in common: the little gremlin named Link who wears a green tunic and the world's dumbest hat, and the quest to save the world from some evil force. That's it. Those are the only things! The Tri Force doesn't show up in every game. Ganon/Ganondorf doesn't show up in every game. ZELDA doesn't show up in every game! Hell, the Master Sword is only in, like, HALF of the games! So, yes , the canon timeline is nonsense but I'm going to play with it like the fun little toy it is.

Anyways... *pulls out conspiracy board* on to the fun stuff.

So, first and foremost, which branch of the timeline is Echoes of Wisdom on?

The Downfall Timeline.

How do we know this?

1) The map

Many parts of the map are copy-paste from the original ALttP/ALBW games. If you've played those games, you can find some fun Easter Eggs and stumble across side quests early by going to places from those earlier games. So, this game would take place in a similar Hyrule. And, as both these games are in the Downfall Timeline, it is the most logical choice.

2) Ganon

The Downfall Timeline is the only timeline that features exclusively Ganon (beast form Ganondorf).

hides Four Swords Adventures under the rug

THE ONLY ONE.

This is because, after successfully gathering the full Triforce with the Hero's defeat, Ganondorf fully transforms into the Demon King, leaving behind his human form entirely and taking on the name Ganon instead.

3) That stupid hat

Look, yes the old Game Theory Zelda Timeline video is kinda... stretching it at places, but the hat thing is a pattern. And one of the hats this Link has features a prominent, yellow stripe.

So now that we know WHICH timeline EoW is in, we need to figure out WHERE.

So the Downfall Timeline is split between three Heroes' eras:

The Hero of Legend (ALttP, LA, and OOA/OOS)

The New Hero of Hyrule (ALBW and TFH)

The Hero of Hyrule (LoZ and AoL)

why does the new hero of hyrule come before the hero of hyrule? idk your guess is as good as mine.

For simplicity's sake, I will be calling the eras Legend, New Hero, and Hyrule. We'll call EoW's era Echoes.

So the map is based off the Hyrule in Legend and New Hero. Hyrule's map has some things in common, but it's not nearly as similar. It makes the most sense to loop Echoes in with Legend and New Hero, putting it sometime BEFORE Hyrule.

Now the question is how before Hyrule? Is it before Legend, between it and New Hero, or after both of them?

The answer comes by taking a closer look at the similar land marks and temples on the map. In Legend and New Hero, the temples are in good condition. However, in Echoes, some of the temples are showing some wear. One of them is even broken down completely. With all that, it makes sense that it comes after both Legend and New Hero, but before Hyrule.

Another thing that lends credence to this theory is the Master Sword. The Master Sword is present in all three timelines, to varying degrees. In the Adult Timeline, Wind Waker Link stabbed Ganondorf with it and left the sword at the bottom of the ocean with the rest of Hyrule. In the Child Timeline, it's used by the heroes to challenge Ganondorf. kicks Four Swords Adventures back under the rug

However, its presence in the Downfall Timeline is weird. The Master Sword is present in both Legend and New Hero, but notably absent in Hyrule. Where did it go?

Well, if Null is as aware of the cycle of reincarnation as it implies (having specifically targeted children to catch the hero and princess before they could challenge it), then it stands to reason it would know about the Master Sword, too. And if it nommed the Master Sword with a rift, that would easily explain why the sword is no longer present in the Downfall Timeline.

So that concludes my theorizing on the location of Echoes of Wisdom's location in the timeline. Now that that's out of the way, I can actually write my review of the game without worrying about this tangent.

(side note: for the purposes of Links Meet AUs, I think it's perfectly acceptable to combine this Link and Zelda into another era. The Hero of Legend era is the funniest and my personal preference, but the New Hero of Hyrule era would probably be easier writing-wise.)

[carecarry]

suddenly, even swallowing feels like trying to choke down a fucking cactus.

it's funny, you know? like, how just seeing your name pop up on my timeline—just your name, not even a picture—suddenly makes my throat feel like it's stuffed with cotton balls. swallowing? not an option. not when i’m hit with this weird-ass cocktail of feelings.

i mean, how do i even begin to explain it? we were never really together, were we? it was all just pings and pixels, late-night texts and stolen moments behind screens. but damn if it didn't feel real. it felt so real that now, when i see you, it’s like this giant, invisible hand is squeezing my heart just a little too tight. just enough to remind me that i’m still here, still breathing, still missing you.

and god, i hate how much i miss you. i hate that i’ve got this mental replay button that won’t stop flashing all the good shit we had—the stupid memes, the endless convos about literally nothing, and how we made each other laugh like idiots over the dumbest things. it’s like my brain is doing this sick little game of "let's remind them of what they don’t have anymore!"

it’s like when you’re so goddamn thirsty but the only thing left in the fridge is that nasty soda no one drinks, and you’re stuck with this dry-ass throat, craving something that isn’t there anymore. that’s what seeing you feels like—like i’m thirsty for something i can't have. and it fucking sucks.

sometimes i wonder if you remember me, if something random—like a song we used to share or that stupid inside joke we had—hits you out of nowhere and makes your stomach twist the same way mine does. or maybe you’ve moved on, maybe you’re out there living your best life, and i’m just a shadow in your memory—a faint echo of something that almost was but never really got the chance to be.

it’s pathetic, really, but i can’t help it. every time i see you, i think of how we ended things—not with a bang, but with this quiet, awful fizzle. like a sparkler that burns out before you’re ready to let go. and it hurts because, despite everything, a part of me still wonders what could’ve been if we’d just held on a little tighter, a little longer.

but here we are, right? just two people who once meant the world to each other, now reduced to fleeting moments, like passing thoughts in the back of our minds, lingering only for a second before we move on.

fuck, i really need to stop thinking about you. but damn, if that were easy, i wouldn’t be sitting here, typing this shit out like some lovesick idiot. because no matter how hard i try to move on, to forget, there you are—just a scroll away, reminding me of everything we had, and everything we lost.

[sailorshadzter]

the peace he brings.

just some soft jonsa.

Should you need me, my door is open…

Those words echo in her mind, even now, as she paces the floor in her small, darkened chamber. But, she must be stronger than that, and must be able to calm her own racing heart. And yet… She cannot. 

There in the darkness of her own rooms she’s frightened of what was and what was to come. She’s afraid of the memories of it all, of what’s been left behind. One of her tormentors is dead, at her own hands no less, but it has done little to alleviate the pain. In truth, she feels as if she’s merely traded one pain for another. 

And so, she throws her shawl around her shoulders and opens her door, stepping out into the dimly lit corridor. Her rooms, the Lord’s Chambers, are rooms she thinks Jon should have, but he’d hear nothing of it. Sometimes she wonders if sleeping in her parent’s room was just too much for him, all things considered. So, she sleeps within them instead, but she can find no comfort in the rooms in which her parents once resided, and can find no peace in touching the things they once touched. 

His rooms are close by, however, just at the end of the hallway and to her left. She stands outside his door for what must be several minutes, arguing with herself over what to do- he offered, one part of her says, but you should be braver than this, says another. Finally, in the end, seeking the comfort of her brother outweighs the rest, and so she raises her hand and quietly knocks, wondering if in his slumber he would even hear her. 

A moment passes and she’s filled with regret, with embarrassment, that of all things she’s done this is the dumbest of them all. Of course, he’d not meant those words he had said that night, he was only speaking politely, an obligatory taste of brotherly affection, but never something he surely intended to take her up on. Fueling her own uncertainty and fears with such thoughts, she turns to go, intent on finding refuge with a jug of spiced ale, when to her shock, the door she stands before opens, revealing his face, slack with sleep. But at once his eyes widen at the sight of her there and he beckons her in without even a second thought. 

He had thought he’d only imagined the sound of the knock, but from where he lay on the rug before the hearth, Ghost had grumbled low in his chest, as if to say you’ve got a visitor. So, he’d risen up from his warm furs, crossing the floor to open the door, revealing to him Sansa standing there, her face pale and her blue eyes wide. “Sansa,” he says as the door closes behind them both, casting her into the shadow of darkness. “Are you alright?” He asks, softer now, the look upon her face telling him all he needed to know. She’s doing her best to nod, to smile, but he can see through it all, even now when she’s doing her best to not fall apart, she tries to hide it. Perhaps not just from him, but even from herself. “Come here…” He murmurs, opening his arms to her and she comes willingly, sinking into the warmth of his embrace as she wraps her own arms around his waist. 

There, in his arms, she feels the peace she’s been seeking all night long. 

For what very well could have been a lifetime or just ten minutes, they stand there locked in one another’s embraces, Jon silently marveling as he always does at just how well she fits within his grasp. Almost as if she were made to fit there, just for him, just for her. “Come… You need sleep…” He speaks quietly, his voice muffled against the crown of her head. She draws back, blue eyes blinking back at him in the darkness, but she does not protest- in fact, it is like relief that floods her face and she’s nodding, slowly, surely. 

He takes her by the hand and draws her back towards the bed he’d only just vacated, gently pushing her beneath the furs before he climbs in after her. Jon is hyper aware of the quickened pace of his heart, of the warmth of his cheeks at this close proximity, but he knows it is what Sansa needs right now. All decorum thrown aside, he does not keep the space between them minimal, but rather draws her in close to his chest, wrapping her in his arms once more. She snuggles in close as she can, like him, well aware of how fast her heartbeat has become, but being there, right there, felt more right than anything ever had in all of her life. Almost as if that was where she was meant to be. Jon always made her feel that way, in truth. 

And when she feels him pressing a kiss into the top of her head, she sinks, further… Further… Until sleep takes hold and she relaxes, a sigh escaping her lips as she drifts off, finally free from the constraints of her mortal pain, if only for a few hours. Jon breathes in her sweet, familiar scent, thankful that he can bring her this peace, this comfort that she seems to be unable to find on her own. He had sworn to protect her and he hadn’t just meant protecting her in battle, but protecting her from even her own nightmares, should she ask it of him. 

Closing his own eyes, he holds her a little bit closer, and he too drifts off to sleep again. 

[alexlwrites]

I am a garbage raccon writer. Truly. I'll paint the picture, help you get to know Alex as I type this in my laptop that is holding on by a thread, or, as I say in portuguese, is already inside the beak of the vulture:

I sit crossed legged in the middle of my bed surrounded by at least five pillows that I stole from other rooms in the house because my back hurts. Still, I hunch over my delapitaded dell with twilight stickers as my $500 gaming chair that I bought to play stardew valley exclusively flips me. I speak in a language that is not my own with a name that is not my own and that I stole from a truly formative disney chanel show that I watched as a very easily manipulated pre-teen that thought that layering 32 shirts was the peak of fashion.

My brain is an echoing parakeet left in front of the tv that spews movie quotes and song lyrics and tiktok audios and pop culture references and a very potter musical trivia with no commas or semi colons and it all becomes a single cacophanous song and it is sang by lin manuel miranda. I type, as you can read, like John Mulaney just discovered Meg Cabot and decided that The Princess Diaries was the greates piece of literature ever - AND IT IS.

I have absolutely no sense of minimalism and I am Coco Chanel worst nightmare as i always add one more thing before I leave the house. I hate seafood. My biases' are always either the shortest, the beefiest or the dumbests. I don't understand the passage of time and sometimes i think that i updated my fics recently and it turns out it had been five months and my food is burning because I thought it was too early to take it out but it was not. I love getting messages but I am horrible at answering them because I have an issue with small tasks in which I cannot get them done. Ladybirds makes me cry but then again so does, like, Julie and the Phantom. I love taylor swift and I sometimes lay in bed and wonder if Yoongi would like me (would he though? would he really?). I treat every writable surface like it's my fucking diary and I get really sad that I cant pay for parents to stop working. Sometimes I think I am the funniest person alive and then I think that I don't get to decided that.

But then you guys say I'm funny too and then I gather all my garbage raccon treasures and I carry it with me as it culminates in my garbage raccon personality that i type it out hunched over my edward cullen decked dell and my back hurts a little less and the food i burned doesnt even taste that much like coal and I do think sometimes that Yoongi would like me even if I don't proofread anything or use comas.

[f1-disaster-bi]

15 Questions

Thank you for tagging me in this @f1-birb

1. Are you named after anyone?

My middle name is my Grandmother's name, but if fictional characters count then my first name is also after someone. It's a character from a book by a classical author my Mam loves

2. When was the last time you cried?

Um, Sunday night/Monday morning while reading a AFTG fic that made me very sad and then very mad.

3. Do you have kids?

Unless you count my cat, then no. I do not have kids, but maybe someday

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to play Gaelic football, football, tag rugby and I ran cross country but not for long or very seriously?

However I did swim competitively until my late teens. I was on my town's swim team and won a good few medals for induvial and relay races. I have some County and National medals for my Butterfly stroke but I quit when it stopped being fun, I had my LC coming up and I did damage to my shoulder

5. Do you use sarcasm?

The day I don't use sarcasm is the day I die

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm, their eyes and smile? Maybe their shoulders too

7. What is your eye colour?

I have very green eyes, like proper green eyes. The kind they stereotype us Irish with sometimes 😂

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I do love a happy ending but I love horror movies more. I live and breath them. I love all the different genre's of horror except maybe gore. I'm actually planning a Scream re-watch soon even if the third movie is crap

9. Any talents?

I can sing somewhat well? I play the piano and have since I was eight but I wouldn't say I'm talented at it. I'm better at teaching it because I am not a very technical player, I am more musically inclined which makes some pieces a dick to play.

Is being annoying a talent? I'm sure my friends would argue that as well as being clumsy as one of my talents

10. Where were you born?

In a county that I didn't and have never lived in in Ireland because our local hospital was shit the year I was born (newsflash: it's still shit)

11. What are your hobbies?

I read a lot and across a lot of genres. I love a good documentary. I love writing, even it doesn't love me. I love going for walks and going swimming. I see travelling as a hobby, but by that I mean even going to a town I haven't been too back home and just wandering (I'm broke and don't have much money for international travel beyond doing so for my research).

I enjoy cross-stitching!

I adore baking and am very sad that I don't have an oven in my little flat over here in Czechia.

12. Do you have any pets?

I do! Currently I have two cats that can be considered family pets although one is purely mine and I pay for him.

There's my sisters cat Echo who is pure black and looks like Toothless with her ears back, and there is my absolute disaster of a cat, Oliver, who is white and ginger and the dumbest creature to ever grace this Earth and purrs like a tractor

13. How tall are you?

On a good day? 5'4

14. Favorite subject at school?

English and History were always my favourite subjects. I could never choose between the two. I loved reading and literature and poetry and picking things apart until they made sense.

The same with History. I loved following sources to find the truth or the best interpretation of the truth through various documents and existing literature. I like giving a voice back to moments forgotten or that haven't gotten the attention they deserve which is why I decided to make a career out of it (if possible)

15. Dream job?

I would love to be an author, but I don't have that type of talent or perseverance.

I will happily settle and aim to be a proper Historian

Time to tag some more fun people to answer these! Off to the usual suspects @princelancey, @wolfsbanesbite, @faerieroyal

[childofathena12]

Partners in Crime

Disclaimers:This is an original story that I have wrote with inspiration from “assistant to the villain”. Please don’t steal this it is a Prologue. I would love ideas for this series and I will credit you. Anyone is welcome to write fan fiction about my characters or story. I have pictures of them if you would like to get a visual of the characters.

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Over here boys,” I say louder than I intended to but the effect stays the same. My magic manipulates my voice into an echo for the forest to bound off its trees. The guards don’t know where its coming from and soon leave, but not before shouting “The king will find you! You will become part of his guard!” “Yeah, he can have fun trying.” I whisper to myself.

I should probably introduce myself to you. Hi, i’m Sage Grace, a 12 year old minor sorcerer and apparently a stab wound in the kingdom’s side. I ran away from my village when I was 8 and have been on the run since. The king wants to put me as part of his ‘Royal Guard of Sorcerers’. I personally think it is the dumbest thing since bottomless shoes, just don’t wear shoes at that point! My parents thought it would be a great opportunity considering the pay. Also they want me to be with my brother, Tango Grace who’s magic awoke about 6 years ago, I think he is 14 now but I’m not sure anymore. My magic has been with me since I was 8, I’ve gotten better at using it but I can’t do to much. Light magic has always been the easiest to use but sometimes I glow from my freckles when I’m surprised. Let me tell you, it can really get in the way of hiding when if something pops out of a tree you become a human star lamp..

Anyways I start to climb down from the tree I climbed to escape the guards and start walking through this forsaken forest. It’s so dark I have to summon a little light into palm to see five feet in front of me. After what feels like hours I hear what sounds like screaming coming from the right side of the forest. I run to see who or what it came from but immediately hide behind a tree when I do. A young no more than 10 year old half-elf on the ground with royal guards surrounding her holding a knife to her throat. I can’t even make out what they’re saying but my instincts take over.

I use most if not all of my willpower to summon a wall of light between the half-elf and the guards but not before I use some more magic to cover both my eyes and hers. The wall knock the knife out of the guards hands and blinds the guards. I get inside all of their heads with magic and make them believe they were never supposed to be here. When they can finally see they mount their horse parked beside them and ride in what I believe is the direction of the Royal Palace.

Like I said before I can’t do a lot of magic at once, I hadn’t ever even done mind magic, so this really took a toll on me. I could barely see anything and not because it was dark, my whole body was writhing in pain from the effort that it took to do the magic. Before I knew what happened, my knees buckled and I felt 2 hands break my fall.

When I came to my senses, a little light was shining through the trees. I took a guess that it was mid day. The half-elf from before was standing next to me pouring what looked like a blueish green liquid into my mouth. I tasted like limeade with a touch of lemon. I looked like the girl had moved her to a safer place, a smaller than average cottage beside them. It looked almost charming.

“Hey, are you ok?” the half-elf asked.

I responded, “Now, yes. Who are you by the way.”

“Clarabella, Clarabella Thompson,” she said, “I’m a half-elf, I can guess that you are a sorcerer, right?”

“Very observant,” I joked. “What did the guards want with you?”

Clarabella or as I like to call her Clare said, “They want me to be a part of the kingdom army, apparently I have great fighting potential. How about you?”

“The king himself wants me to be a part of his ‘Royal Guard’ because of my magical abilities.” I answer

“Ok so I know we just met like a couple hours ago,” Clare says, “But I made this place to hide from the guards, there's an extra bedroom if you want to stay with me.”

I respond with, “That sounds wonderful, but can I try something really quick?”

“Sure,” she says

I summon a purple element into my hand and place both of the elements onto the house. I whisper Clare’s and my name into it and suddenly the house pluses with purple and returns to normal. A bead of sweat falls onto my face.

“Whoa, what did you do?” Clare asks in awe.

“A spell to hide it from unwanted visitors” I say back with labored breathing.

“May I go inside?” I ask as I’m grabbing what little I have.

“Yes you may.” She says as we both run into the little house in the woods that would be our home.

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[xoxozoro]

can i take your order?

synopsis: you are barista

characters: chifuyu, mitsuya, kazutora

genre: fluff

warnings: none.

masterlist.

chifuyu :

chifuyu was living a cliché. he knew it, his friends knew it and probably all of the regular customers of the small coffee shop knew it.

but could you really blame him?

you were just so... pretty...

with your lips of a lively pink, your cheeks full and bright, your eyes so mesmerizing that he could stare at them for hours and your hair that were pulled back into two messy braids with your loose strands of hair that swept back and forth over your face.

what was there to not like about you?

"chifuyu...? are you there?"

your angelic voice brought him back to earth, his cheeks covered of a small red hue at the sound of his name coming from your mouth, "y-yeah?"

you let out a soft chuckle at his stuttering, a smile plastered on your lips, "the usual?"

"yes, please"

he first started to talk to the pretty girl behind the counter when he first found the coffee shop. ever since that day, after weeks of trying to figure out your work schedule, chifuyu showed up every morning when you worked, ordered the same thing every time and spent half an hour talking to you.

"say 'fuyu, you own a pet shop right?" you asked, writing his name on a cup with a sharpie.

"yeah! it's the one down the streets" chifuyu confirmed, paying his order and putting a generous amount of yen in the tip jar.

you continued scribing down on the cub making him frown, his name was not that long to write... "so if i wanted to adopt a little kitten, i could come see you right?"

chifuyu's eyes widened at your words, a bigger smile on his lips, "yeah, you totally could! actually there's a cat that makes me think of you every time i look at it."

it took him a second to realize what he had just said, but when he realized he quickly look away from you, missing the red on your face.

"well," you spoke again, trying to ignore the burning sensation on your face, "we should get coffee together sometimes… so you can tell me more about the cat that makes you think of me."

"uh?" chifuyu looked at you once more, grabbing the cup you were handing him your fingers brushing with his in the process.

"call me" you smiled at him before turning around to take the order of another customer, the coffee shop being abnormally filled for a thursday morning.

the boy looked down at his cup, and if he wasn't blushing before, he surely was now.

chifuyu♡ 178-003-0000

falling in love in cafés was so damn cliché.

mitsuya :

"mitsuya! i was starting to think that you weren't gonna come today!" you smiled at the pretty boy in front of you.

the boy smiled as you started to enter his regular order on the computer, "come on, you know i can't start my day without looking at your pretty face."

"you guys disgust me." a voice rang from behind you. you rolled your eyes at your coworker.

"stop it! they're so cute together!" your other coworker, kyo, an hopeless romantic, squealed at the scene.

you shook your head at the two, "we're not dating, kyo."

"not yet" mitsuya mumbled quietly, glad that you didn't hear him say that.

"please," kyo rolled her eyes, "you rejected the hotness guy in the world yesterday, because 'you had a boyfriend'- so try to tell me that you weren't talking about pretty boy over here."

mitsuya widened his eyes at what he just heard, what guy?

you scoffed at your friend, "he was the dumbest boy i've ever met, he even bumped into an old lady! plus i've got my eyes on someone else"

"wonder who that would be?" your "against any form of love" coworker sarcastically said.

the boy frowned as he sat down on a booth beside the window, living you with your friends. when he thought he had forgotten about the guy asking you out yesterday a loud irritating voice echoed in the small shop, disturbing the calm atmosphere of the place.

"come on babe," a tall guy with a buzzcut was leaning against the counter looking at you with a cocky smile, "just give me a chance."

"like i told you yesterday," you tried to keep your calm and politely rejected him, once again, "i have a boyfriend."

"i don't see him anywhere~" he pushed once more.

"he's behind you." mitsuya stood behind him, his coffee long forgotten on a table, the other guy turned around to look at him, "i get that you have a little crush on my girl, but we have a plane to catch... so flirt with her when she gets back, yeah?"

the former gang member gave you a look making you mumbled a quick "be right back" to your friends, before joining your 'boyfriend' in front of the tall guy.

"let's go, love" he place a hand on your lower back leading you outside the shop, then to his car. he then opened the passenger door for you to take a seat, closed the door, before walking to take a seat in the driver seat.

"um... where are we going?" you asked as mitsuya started to drive away from your work place.

"at the airport"

"okay... but why?"

"we have a plane to catch."

"a plane to go where, exactly?"

the boy glanced in your direction a smirk on his face, before grabbing your hand in his. he brought your intertwined hands to his mouth and placed a small kiss on your knuckles, "we're going on a date, princess."

you glanced at your intertwined hands before looking at him, when did driving a car became so attractive?

"with a plane? where are we going for that date exactly?"

he gave your hand a small squeeze, "anywhere you'd like."

kazutora :

"if you keep staring at her like that she might call the cops on you, you know?" baji's voice brought kazutora out of his trance.

the boy quickly snapped his head away from you, looking at his two friends, "god- she's so pretty..." he banged his head on the table his cup of hot chocolate in hand.

chifuyu glanced over kazutora's shoulder, taking a sip of his coffee, "so that's why you wanted to close the shop earlier... to stare at a girl from afar?"

"yeah, man!" baji agreed, "there closing in like- 5 minutes and all you've been doing is look at her and giggle like a little girl."

the lover boy rose his head from the table, begging them to quiet down, "you can just yell that when she's just behind us! and besides i'm not here to look at her... i'm here to enjoy a coffee with my friends."

The friends in question shared a look, "yeah no, you're totally here just for the girl."

kazutora groaned, banging his head on the table once more.

"she's still in school right?" chifuyu asked watching you doing homework on the counter.

"yeah... she's a med student"

"a studen~" baji smirked at his friend, "damn you are some kinky bastard-!"

kazutora hurriedly placed his hand on the boy's mouth, preventing to say anything else, "she's 24! and stop yelling!"

"oh~ she's walking over here- act normal." chifuyu stated making the boys straighten up, trying to look as normal as possible.

"kazu? you coming?" your soft voice rang through the air like honey.

"...kazu...?" baji and chifuyu looked at his friend, who's face became redder after each passing seconds.

"y-yeah!" the said boy got up from his seat, glancing at his two puzzled friends.

baji stood up from his seat, "wait- where are you going?!"

chifuyu grabbed the boy's arm, trying to force him back in his seat, "baji-! don't-"

"we have a date!" you smiled at the two, your hand lazily wrapped around kazutora's arm.

"...a date?"

"yeah..." the lover boy looked away from the pretty girl, "i brought you guys with me so i wouldn't look dumb while waiting for her to finish her shift."

he mumbled a small "see ya" to his friends, before placing a hand on your lower back, leading you outside the small coffee shop.

"so..." you looked up to the boy, a cocky smile on your face, "how's my "kinky bastard" doing?"

lowering his face in defeat, his face reddening at your words, "please don't say that..." your laughter echoed in the quiet street, sounding like a melody to the boy's ears.

"god i feel so used..." baji grumbled walking in the opposite direction of the two love birds, along side chifuyu.

"you'll get over it." his friend patted his back, rolling his eyes at his dramatic dementor.

note: this is my first writing so please be nice!

[thecameronchronicles]

Enemy

TW: Smut. Language. Semi-public sex. Degrading Language. Spanking. Choking. Blackmail

SUMMARY: Your enemies with benefits arrangement reaches a fever pitch the night of Kook’s party…

WORD COUNT: 2000

*Requested* 

Anonymous asked:

can you do smth where you're the biggest enemies with rafe but your chemistry is so good and intense that y'all can't help but be friends w benefits and every one of your fights ends with rough sex 😩😩yk spanking, slapping, choking, all of that 😳 so you're just fighting and arguing as usual one day and then he fucks the shit out of you lol, also pls add lots of dirty talk and degradation oops

Enemy 

You didn't need another reason to hate him as he had given you plenty. You two couldn't be anymore different in every context, at least all but one...that lack of passion with anyone else. That rush of adrenaline and need taken and delivered to a partner who understood your kinks without judgement. And it was made worse by your tension, more specifically that red hot chemistry that left those around you in preparation to infiltrate before bloodshed. But it never got to that point, at least before the eyes of your individual friends. But it would be the reason for being kicked out of events with your lack of civility and shared hot-headedness. Only, unbeknownst to those same friends, that you two would fuck in the backseat of his truck or even the back of that same building as a means for an outlet. 

And tonight would prove to be no different.... 

"Well if it isn't the littlest pogue..." Rafe teased, coming up to you as you glared at him as he was joined by Topper and Kelce. Meanwhile, Kie and Sarah let out a united sigh of annoyance as they knew what was about to come. The banter that quickly turned to genuine insults, and the final blows before someone on either side of your friend group would split you two apart. 

"And if it isn't the dumbest kook-" The boys all looked at each other. 

"I'll let you all decide on that one...either way-" 

"And what makes you so smart, huh? Because looks to me you're too fucking dumb to know you aren't wanted here...or anywhere…" 

"Oh really?" You cocked your brow. Another detail of your interactions were that nobody, absolutely nobody, knew how you truly released your frustrations against one another. It is what also made it that much more exciting for you two. It let your arguments act as foreplay. Those narrowed eyes and raised pulses as the touches you couldn't offer in public. And you both relished in that. This dirty little secret only you two shared. 

"Anybody want to do body shots?!" You invited, a string of men and women already creating a line as Sarah tried to warn you against this as Kiara shook it off and helped you get set up. 

"Looks to me like there are a LOT of people who want me, Rafe. And any one of them can have me." You moved even closer. "Everyone BUT you..." an echo of a kiss left his eyes to narrow as you were well aware how his eyes were on your sss as you turned from him. 

Sometime later after your body was sticky with alcohol, he found you moving towards the bathroom. 

"Someone finally convinced you to shower? Do they not have any soap on The Cut-" Your eyes fell to the lack of witnesses on you now, only an empty corridor that let you express your need to corrupt yourself in this dead-end interaction yet again. 

"Actually...I had so many men's tongues up and down my body...made me so wet Rafe...I've gotta take care of myself..." You were able to slam the door in his face, locking it tight, before rolling your eyes at how easily he was effected by your words. While cleaning off your skin with a cloth, he made a fist against the door, barreling against it with that grasp, as he threatened you in repetition.  

"Open the fucking door! I'll break the thing down if I have to! You think I'm fucking joking?! Don't try me!" 

"Oh? And what are you gonna do, Rafe?" You teased before cleaning yourself up. But his battering continued, worsening against the door as the entire bathroom shook. 

"Jesus Christ, Rafe, you're gonna tear the house-" You opened the door, slamming at his back as he rushed you towards the sink, bending you over it as you faced your mutual reflection. 

"You wanna let other guys touch you like that and think i won't expect it? Such a dumb fucking slut. Needs my cock to straighten you out. Ain't that right?" You moaned to his words, your pussy throbbed at such degradation. 

"Get off of me!" You fought, not wanting to have a recent bout in the bathroom of this house. 

"Where's don't get to decode where where get fucked. They just GET fucked. So unless you want-" You tried to free yourself from him, but he would only lift your dress to your navel, you lack of panties making him scoff. 

"You too dumb to remember to wear anything or just THAT fucking desperate." You groaned as he teased the lips, taking him in like quicksand as you moved your body to try and garner some form of friction for relief. 

"My God, you’re pathetic. Lucky for you…I’m in a good mood watching all those other assholes take shots off of you…knowing none of them get to fuck you like me…” But to this inflation of his esteem, you met his eyes in the mirror before you both. 

“Who says?” 

He scoffed. 

“Me.” He was undressed and inside of you in seconds, his face contorting to those looks of pleasure that made your fantasies alight against your hatred for him. Every blaring red flag and reminder that this would only be painful for you both as one was more possessive and intense than the other, nothing else seemed to matter but the release you could grant each other in this moment. But for Rafe, it would be more than a moment as he wanted to prolong it, wanting to make you understand just how beneath him you were. 

“On your fucking knees.” He ordered as you prepared your mouth for him, licking your lips for what you’d assumed to be a rough assault on your throat as payment for his aggressiveness made against you. But instead, he would sit on the edge of the tub, cock in hand. 

“Crawl…”

“Rafe..” You cocked your head as he suddenly rushed you, hair lifting your face up following the smack he set against your cheek,knowing just how hard to make contact, as you looked at him with eyes glazed over in lust. 

“Crawl, bitch.” He demanded again, returning to the rim of the tub. 

“Eyes to me. But don’t fucking touch me…” You obliged, moving slowly to allow the way your breasts fell towards gravity having taken the majority of his attention. 

“Take it off. I hate that fucking dress, you look like a whore…” When sitting before him, your ass at rest to your heels, you would sit naked for him, his hand almost sweet against your cheek as a knock suddenly came to the door. 

“Fuck off!” He charged as you chuckled beneath him. 

“You think this is funny?”

“I think it’s funny how desperate you are to fuck me…What WOULD your friends think, Rafe? A dirty little pogue getting railed by you? How I can make you whimper for me…How you’ve come on every inch of me-” His eyes closed at the remembrance of your prior interactions, ones that still left marks on your skin from a lack of a safe word. 

“Or maybe they’re just as willing…Maybe Topper-”

“He wouldn’t touch you…you’re too dirty…”

“And Kelce? I always see him staring at my ass…Maybe JJ would be-”

“Nobody touches you but me.”

“You don't own me, Rafe. I fuck you because you’re good at it, the only thing you’re good at, not because I love you…I wouldn’t love someone who treats me like you do…”

“I don’t need you to love me. But I have no interest in fucking someone who’s filled with someone else. So if you wanna come…you’re gonna pledge yourself to me.”

“Rafe-” His hand wrapped around your throat. 

“It wasn’t a question or an option…So help me God, if you do anything but agree, I’ll carve my name in that pretty little ass so anyone even tries to take you like I know you like, and they’ll know they’re fucking with me.” You swallowed hard, a mindless action made difficult by the grip tightening around your throat. 

“Not to mention what I’ll do to YOU if you let them…So I’m gonna mark you all up…make you breathless and dripping…crying and begging…every fucking chance I get. I don’t care who finds out…you’re mine-” Before you could object, his lips crashed to yours. His tongue was in a frenzy to yours, making you breathless in every possible way, before you were taken over the edge of the tub. 

“I know you’ll say anything for my cock, so I’m gonna make you prove it so I know you aren’t lying to me-” A hand came to your bare ass, forcing you against the cold tub. But when he was only silent, that sting acting as the last form of contact, you would be forced to face him, watching him point his phone’s camera to you. 

“Proof.”

“Blackmail-”

“A sex tape for later…” He corrected, “Either way, leverage…” You groaned in front of him as he recorded the way his cock disappeared into yoru sex. 

“For someone who hates me, your pussy loves my cock-” He slapped your ass, your body sent forward once more as he brought the camera to your face. 

“Ever wanted to go viral? You try me and you will be, I fucking gurantee you will-” 

“Jesus Christ!”

“Hypocrite don't’ you think? Calling out to a God no matter how much of a fucking whore you are? Bet you don't pray for him unless it’s my cock pounding you, isn’t that right?”

“Please!” You pleaded once his hand came to your clit. 

“Not until you say it. Say you’re mine and you get to come…”

But you clenched your teeth. Saying you were his meant more than dry words spoken in the moment. It meant possession and possessiveness; a portion of it thrilling you, but a larger having reminded you that all this would all just be chaos. But your body’s current state and that consistent edging left you desperate. 

“I’m yours!”

“Again-look at me, at the camera! Tell me it again, bitch.” 

“I’M YOURS, RAFE!” You belted as he nodded, thrusting into you and making himself come first before allowing you that promised release. Your thighs drenched with a mix of cum as he would take the camera down the cascade. 

“She fucking squirted for me…Even further proof-” 

“I hate you, Rafe…” You spoke through your breathless breathing as he scoffed. 

“But you’ll keep letting me fuck you because you need it. Because no pogue or kook-no tourist-nobody else will get the chance to prove me wrong. And if you’re stupid enough to test me, I’ll make you so fucking sorry…”

“I already am sorry I met you…”

“And yet, you’ll STILL come back to me.” He took hold of your jaw, pulling his phone to view, “Maybe next time I’ll let you record me…We can watch it…make you touch yourself?” You clenched your jaw, your hand swiping across his cheek as he scoffed. 

“Next time. You’re gonna pay for that…” He would release you following an aggressive kiss as you were left in the debris he left behind. Even if you were rushed with temporary guilt to what you’d allow him to do to you, the moments with him were incomparable. The rush of what i meant to fuck Rafe Cameron was enough to silence those degrading words and abuse he’d allowed. And you knew, just as he did, that you WOULD be back, or he would simply take you anyway…

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[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Part 1: meeting Sano Manjiro

Pairing: Bonten x Fem Reader

Tokyo Revengers Bonten Alt Univers | canon divergent

Warnings: mentions of blood, decisions you shouldn't make IRL, this is fiction. CLICK ON MY RULES BEFORE ASKING ANYTHING!

You should have known better. That is what you keep telling yourself as you walk across the busy streets of Tokyo's nightlife. Drunk people are stumbling here and there; some are trying to get home while others are looking for another place to keep their night going.

As always, you couldn't say no to someone in need, and your boss had his daughter's birthday today, so you offered to stay and close the restaurant after everyone was gone. You had to check inventory, earnings of the day, wait for some delivery, and then restock. When you finished everything, it was past midnight. No subway lines, so that meant you had to take a taxi.

So that is where you are now, phone dead and unable to call a cab, in the streets of a buzzing Tokyo night.

Not even one taxi had the available sign turned on. You were beginning to worry. But all your worries were thrown out of the window when you saw a white-haired man bleeding and about to get hit by a vehicle. Your body moved on its own. You tackled the man before the car could hit him. He must have been in pretty bad shape because as soon you both hit the ground, he passed out.

Fantastic, you thought. Giving him a better inspection, you saw a tattoo on the back of his neck and noticed that from some part of his middle section, the blood kept flowing, and that couldn't be a good sign either. You didn't even know where the wound was! A panicking side of you was about to take over.

“No, no, no, no. Breathe! He needs help,” you said to none in particular but yourself.

Your rational side was telling you to dump him there or leave him at a hospital, but sometimes you took the dumbest choices. In your defense, the wound and the tattoo screamed gang, yakuza, a crime syndicate! And you didn't want anyone hunting you for selling one of those guys to the authorities, or that is what you told yourself.

You don't know why exactly, but there was some kind of pull that convinced you to help him.

God knows where you had the strength to lift him, and it looks like luck was on your side since not a second later, you hailed a taxi and gave the driver your address.

Not so far from where you found the white-haired man, an emergency meeting by Bonten, Tokyo's worst crime organization higher-ups, began.

“Any news? Where is Mikey?!!!” screamed a very pissed-off Sanzu. After kicking a table at the hotel’s top floor.

“No sir” came from the two lackeys that just entered the place. Two shots fired, and the thud of the bodies falling to the floor echoed in the room. Sanzu’s gun now was missing two bullets.

“You know, killing our men won't bring our boss back any faster” the word came from Takeomi as he took another cigarette between his lips.

“I can't believe you lost the boss, Sanzu!” mocked the younger Haitani; not soon after, the older brother followed with a laugh.

“Shut up, both of you.” Kakucho was not in the mood for their teasing behavior, and he didn't want to deal with fights right now.

“I’m sure Mikey is fine. We’ll see him walk through the door any minute,” confidently commented Kokonoi.

Well, that was three days ago. Things weren't looking good for Bonten’s tops members since their boss was nowhere to be found, and as for you... Let’s say you were kind of living with a corps, or so you thought.

He wasn't exactly a dead person. You always checked his breathing, and he was in a deep sleep on your bed for the last three days or so. You’ve gone to your classes, work, grocery shopping, and even went out of your way to buy some clothes for your guest(?), but he hasn't woken up. You’ve been in this kind of sleep coma after finals and days without sleep, so you told yourself to give it time.

“Honestly, what am I thinking? What am I doing?!” you mumbled to yourself as you sat on your couch.

“I would like to know that,” said a rough voice behind you, and a cold object pressed to your neck. You froze; nothing passed through your mind. Breathing? Blinking? What is that? “Listen carefully because I won't repeat myself. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” your response was barely audible; if he weren't so close to your head, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

“Where am I? Who do you work for?” He didn't sound angry or lost, and that is what scared you. He was calm... Relaxed.

“A-at my apartment a-and I-you we-were” you took a breath; that is not how you sounded at all, and it pissed you off. Why were you so nervous.

“You what?” he still didn't sound hangry more as surprised.

“I work for Mr. Fukada at his restaurant,” you finished and the you tensed. Oh god, no! You gave Mr. Fukada’s name to a stranger, you thought.

He hummed as a response, and although the knife wasn't pressed at your neck anymore, he still had it resting on your chest.

“Do you know who I am?”

“How am I supposed to know? You are behind me” there was a thought that came to your mind “Wait! I don't know who or what you want, but please don't hurt the guy on my bed, please. He's hurt and probably needs help! Just, please, don't- don't hurt him.” the mare thought of him in pain made you feel pressure on your chest.

“What?” He couldn't believe his ears.

“Look, I don't have money here, and I have little to nothing of value, and I-”

He began to laugh. Why was he laughing... Your first thought was that you had a maniac on your back. Fantastic.

You felt movement and a body plopped next to you on your small couch. You knew better (not really), and you kept your gaze on the ground. The less you knew, the better it was for you. No face, no crime.

But sadly for you, this person didn't share your thoughts. He held your chin and made you look at his eyes, those eyes that seemed almost... dead. Oh!?! He’s the white-haired dude! You thought. For some reason, you were happy to see him awake. He, on the other hand, saw the look on your eyes change from scared to delight. There was a sparkle in them... What is that sparkle?

“How did I get here?” He inquired with a more casual tone.

“You were bleeding in the street and a car was about to run you over so I kind of pushed you...-” you apologetically replied. “Hmm yeah, I didn't mean to tackle you, but it was me or the car,” you added, feeling the object, which was probably one of your kitchen knives, move from your body to the coffee table.

“How long was I out?” He still didn't change his expression, but he spoke a little less hostile than before, according to you.

“About... Two... Hmmm, three days counting today” his eyes, for the first time, assumed a worried look.

“I’m using your phone. Don't move,” he ordered.

You could hear some parts of his conversation, such as I'm alright, then kind of reassuring the other person on the phone and telling them he’ll be back soon. After some more chatting, he came back to the couch.

“So Y/N hmm? College student, a part-time job and single,” he emphasized that last word as he stared at the roof, “I guess you don't know who I am and what you got yourself into”

“What do you mean?” Now you are lost and kind of mad since he knew things about yourself.

Evading your question, he continued. “You did a decent job with the wound, so I'm grateful for that” he still didn't move his gaze from the roof.

“Really? I followed a youtube tutorial,” you proudly commented. Forgetting what you had asked before those statements.

That earned you another laugh from the man beside you. But it wasn't a mocking one; it was more of a real and pleased/surprised one.

“Why?”

“Why what? The tutorial?” you fastly replayed.

“No, why did you help me?” He looked straight at you, and if it weren't for you nervously pulling at the hem of your shirt, you would have believed you were naked in his eyes.

“I don't understand your question” you honestly responded and he believed you. Something in his gut told him so, and your eyes were the complete opposite of his. “I don't need a reason for helping someone keep breathing! Or in your case, not getting run over...”

“I’m sorry” he replied with a huff of air after he said that.

“What? Why? No! I'm fine, and so are you, right?” You smiled at the stranger that you kept in your house for three days.

“That’s not what I meant” he moved so close to your face that your breathing stopped out of surprise. “I am truly sorry. I like that look in your eyes, and” a hand moved to your cheek and made you held his heavy gaze, “and I intend to keep you and your shining doe eyes for myself.”

“You really must have slammed your head against the concrete, hard,” you honestly said, and again, he laughed.

“Whatever you say, doe.” he went back to his previous position on the couch, although his body appeared a hundred times more comfortable. “But you really don’t know who I am,” he stated.

“Should I?” you were afraid you could come off as rude.

“Look up Bonten on your phone” again; he used that commanding tone. And, of course, you followed him without a second thought.

On your phone’s screen, there are hundreds of news articles about a criminal organization, and one had pictures of them leaving a club. There you saw it, the back of his head and the tattoo. It’s him.

“Oh, so you are part of this Bonten group,” you casually commented after leaving your phone on the table. “That explains the situation when I met you,” there was it again, that calm demeanor when someone else would have been freaking out! Calling the police or, worst!

Mikey was expecting rejection or even terror but what happened next left him speechless.

Suddenly you gasped. “I’m so sorry! You could have been killed if I was followed or worst!” there was that panic he kind of expected, but for a completely different reason.

“The hell you talking about?” the white-haired man had never met someone so... someone so selfless? Were you dumb?

“Your part of the top branch or something, right? You were in danger here!”

“Not precisely, But why are you worried about me? Hmmm, I bet earlier you were panicking not because I had you at knifepoint but because you gave me your boss’ last name. Am I right?”

“yes?” How did he know?

“Thinking about it, I don’t like being in debt with someone, so in exchange for your strange kindness, I’m staying a couple of more days with you.”

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t know if my house is enough and-”

“You are a danger to yourself, doe. You worry about the wrong things.” He said with a laugh. I haven’t had this much fun in ages. He thought

Mikey even found strange how fast you trusted a complete stranger that had your neck almost sliced and who has connections to the crime world of Japan. You were a danger left alone.

“Call me Manjiro,” he spoke once more.

“I’m y/n,” you responded with a smile.

“I know,” he half-smiled

“How rude” you huffed