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yanderu-deredere · 1 year ago

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asdsadf idk if you answer requests like this lmao so ignore this if u dont but which of your ocs would be good with like a really bratty darling? especially one that loves to tease them till they snap but thhen, when they do snap, she pretty much goes *puppy dog eyes* u don't wanna do that do u? im just a lil baby! im just ur lil baby! would u be mean to ur lil baby? lmaooo

a/n: hey, anon.......... this is a serious question but uhm did you get this ask from that one meme LOL

neway emmm i would absolutely love to do this request! here you go lol and i interpreted 'good with' in two different ways so hopefully you like it lmaooo

warning: female parts and pronouns since the ask specified, mentions of blood

liam arieh ★ profile

liam definitely gives off the impression that he's patient and kind but, actually, he's like a predator in waiting LOL

he literally gets angry/irritated moderately fast. not the fastest in the list but it's up there and he gets angrier/more irritated the more he wants it

and oh baby, does he want you so desperately every single time

you're the fruit to his tantalus frfr LMAO (always gotta sneak those mythology references when i can)

for a bratty darling, he wouldn't be particularly terrible. his prerogative, though, would be to turn the tables on you and make you beg for him

sometimes he succeeds, sometimes he doesn't. it's very 50/50 chance

though, when you pull your cute lil 'im just ur lil baby! would u be mean to ur lil baby?' schtick, he'll break very easily and get really annoyed and he wouldn't be able to hold back

"I'm just a little baby!" You grinned in that way that made Liam's hackles absolutely rise "You wouldn't be mean to your lil baby, would you?"

Honestly, normally, you would've been right. Normally, he really would prefer pampering you than punishing you.

But you'd deserved it; prancing around in those tantalising clothes, bending over where he could see, licking your lips in that specific way that made them glisten.

You probably thought you really would get away with it this time but, unfortunately for you, Liam had enough.

Without hesitation, his hand darted forward, his fingers wrapping around your neck, definitely not hard enough to hurt you but hard enough to make you a little lightheaded in a minute.

Then, just as suddenly, his lips crashed into yours.

The kiss wasn't as soft as it usually was with Liam. Sometimes, with Liam, he treated you like you were something precious, touched you like you would break apart in his hands if he wasn't too careful.

He was always calculated with you.

This kiss? This kiss was teeth and saliva. He nipped at your lips till he tasted the copper of your blood. He pressed his lips to yours so hard, it felt like it would bruise.

When he pulled away, a string of drool came with him.

You could see in the dark of his eyes that you had made a mistake provoking him.

With little flourish, he started dragging you by the neck to the back of the tattoo shop "I think it's time for me to remind you how to behave."

fujio watanabe ★ profile

definitely not the fastest to get annoyed by your little bratty acts but definitely the fastest to act on it

to fujio, he's always in control. he's always the top dog. and what do you get when you provoke a dog? you get the teeth

he also isn't kind about it. he needs to always be more dominant than you so, when you act up, he needs to put you in your place almost immediately

holds some affection for you, of course, so he's kind about it. or, at least, as kind as fujio could be about something like that

You let out a choked sob as your fingers dug even deeper into Fujio's biceps. You were sure that, at this point, you'd probably broken skin. Part of you felt victorious at that, felt like you were giving him as good as you got.

Fujio, on the other hand, could hardly feel your nails.

He was too distracted as he watched his thick cock sink in, inch by agonizing inch, into your sopping wet cunt. No matter how hard he drilled into you day after day, you still stayed just as tight as the first time.

One of his hands pushed your thigh closer to your torso, practically folding you in half, while the other hand darted up to your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he made sure you looked straight at him.

"What was that about being a little baby, hmmm?" He taunted, teeth bared in a rather maniacal grin as he fucked his cock in and out of you, making sure to make every thrust as bruising as the last.

All you could do was hiccup and whine, your mind blank as tears pooled in the corners of your eyes.

Fujio laughed this time, cruel and cold, before his fingers tightened around your face “Open your fucking mouth.”

You weakly obliged but, really, the way he held your face already had your lips parting anyway. Without hesitation, Fujio spat in your mouth, his saliva warm and wet against your tongue.

“Swallow.” He ordered and, like an obedient little slut, you did “Good girl. Maybe now you’ll remember your place, huh?”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

quickest to get annoyed LOL but he never gets truly angry

his favourite thing is pampering you and taking care of you so it'll always annoy him when you want to rebel against him

he lets you though. he'll always let you because you're his precious sweet darling

the 'best' at dealing with it in a sense because, though it's obvious he's very annoyed, he approaches you with sweetness and patience

takes a lot for him to snap like liam and fujio LOL

"Why are you acting this way?" Ryouta sighed, turning his gaming chair to look directly at you.

Your previous fire and brattiness disappeared almost immediately. You're left standing in between his legs, shy expression on your face as you held your arms against your back.

You felt a little like a chastised kid.

"N-Nothing! I-I'm just-- I'm just being a lil baby, is all!" You manage to stutter out, nervous under Ryouta's rather dark gaze.

He sighed again, ragged and huffed, before taking your face into his hand, his fingers not exactly digging but definitely pressing into your cheeks "Do you want my attention, my little baby? Is that it?"

That definitely got your cheeks to turn even hotter. Still, somehow, looking at Ryouta like this, all that rebellious energy before vanished into something softer and weaker.

Slowly, haltingly, you nodded, pout playing across your lips.

Ryouta let go of you before leaning back in his chair. Without hesitation, he pulled his joggers down and let his cock out. Despite his obvious irritation, it was already hard and leaking precum.

“Come sit.” He pat his thigh with his freehand. The expression on his face didn’t leave any room for questioning or complaints.

So, you did as you were told. You lifted that short skirt you put on just to tease him and, because you had nothing underneath, it was easy enough for you to get on top of him and position yourself over his dick.

You sank down on it, feeling every single inch as it was fed into your aching pussy.

“Good kitty.” Ryouta wrapped his arms around your waist as soon as you had sunk straight to the base of his cock. “Maybe you’ll learn to behave if I keep you right here, hmmm?"

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

funny little guy doesn't know what to do when faced with your brattiness loool

like ryouta, he very much prefers to pamper you and just give you what you want so he doesn't understand where the brattiness comes from

like you don't have to act out to get his attention, baby

absolutely almost impossible to annoy LOL like bratting around just gets him horny. thatse it

"Baby..." Yeong-bae sighed and, for the first time, it sounded ragged and harsh. You perked up a little at that, looking at him curiously. Had you finally broken through his soft exterior, had you finally revealed the harsh Dom in him?

Instead of what you expected, he cupped both of your cheeks in his hands, his palms warm against your skin, and he kissed you. Like always, the kiss was soft, gentle, but it was the kind of tender that made your brain float.

When he pulled away, it took you a second to get back to reality.

"Why are you being like this?" Yeong-bae asked you as he pressed his forehead against yours "Did I do something?"

Faced with their earnest questions, you were left feeling rather embarrassed by how childish you were only minutes ago. You had stubbornly wanted their attention, you supposed.

Yeong-bae, ever as attentive to your every need, immediately understood. He pressed another soft kiss against your lips before pushing you down on the bed behind you.

Without hesitation, they started gently taking off your bottoms, tossing them aside. You didn’t understand what was happening at first but, when they placed your thighs on his shoulders, you immediately got it.

You grew shy under their rather rapt attention, your face hot and your ears even hotter. Your hands flew up to cup your own cheeks, your eyes wide as you stared down at your lover.

“I’m sorry if I haven’t been paying attention to you, baby.” He pressed a kiss against your clit before licking a broad stripe up your cunt “But don’t worry, we have all afternoon. I’ll give you all the attention you could ever need.”

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #male yandere #male oc #lemony content #drabbles #bulleted #liam #fujio #ryouta #yeongbae #female reader

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maximumkingdomstarlight · 1 year ago

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Chapter 8

"Y/N!" the voice made you turn to see Gojo coming out of the restaurant, one hand in the pocket the other waving at you.

"oh, Gojo, I almost forgot you were here" You smiled slightly, tilting your head.

"hmm... I think I have too much presence for someone to forget me, you know? I am too handsome to be forgotten" he shrugged with a smirk

you scoffed while playfully rolling your eyes "Sometimes I wonder, how much confidence you carry on with you"

"oh, gosh... you won't even believe how much" he replied in a mock-serious tone. "so? he's your boyfriend? it's quite quick for someone who has zero social skills"

"oh, gosh... you wouldn't know how my social skills go so high when I want something desperately" you replied in the same tone he did.

"you wanted a boyfriend desperately?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Did I?" you asked loudly, trying to change the fact that you almost told him you've never had a relationship.

"well, you said your social skills go high when you want something desperately, sounds like you wanted a boyfriend so bad... and that also sounds like you've never had a boyfriend in a long time" he looked at you intently, trying to catch you if you were trying to lie. "or maybe, never had one" he added.

curse yourself for letting that slip. curse yourself again that you can't lie smoothly. you cleared your throat while looking at the car park. "well, what I mean is... I do have social skills when I want something... I didn't specifically say what I wanted" You shrugged slightly.

his eyebrows furrowed 'Okay, I'll act like I believe it' he thought to himself. "you still didn't answer me though? Was that your boyfriend?" Gojo asked. he couldn't believe all this doll-up was for someone so normal, and not for someone special like himself.

"he's m-" you cut yourself, remembering how Gojo was your senpai, even though you liked it or not... you should always follow in their footsteps... you looked at him and smiled cheekily "No comment"

his eyes were wide waiting for your answer, and when he heard your answer... he sighed while closing his eyes "Well, at least you are learning something from me" he smiled slightly.

you chuckled "I wanted to do that for some time now" his eyes softened as he saw you laughing, genuinely, it seemed so, so real.

"I can see that" he replied, acting all high and mighty "You are a good Kouhai, you should consider yourself lucky to have someone like me as your senpai, Y/N"

you nodded eagerly, mockingly "True, true words"

he laughed as he watched you nod "Fine, at least tell me that guy's name?" he smiled, acting like he wasn't thinking about paying the guy a small visit.

"Watanabe Akio, why do you even need his name?"

"uh... he wasn't that handsome" he shrugged, not knowing what he should say.

"The what?" you looked at him, raising an eyebrow "He's handsome, the most handsome guy I've seen after coming to Japan"

"wow, you are such a liar" he replied after leaning in closer to your face with a smirk "I am the most handsome you saw after returning"

controlling your cursed energy, you placed a finger on his forehead while pushing him back gently. you noticed again... your heartbeat was normal. "I do not want to say 'yes' to that, but it's true, yeah, he was second handsome" You shook your head slightly with a small smile

he took a deep breath as he straightened his posture again. 'you don't know how good it felt to hear that from that pretty mouth of yours' he thought while looking at you with half-lidded eyes, a seductive gaze, which you returned, adding a small smile.

"good, you should agree, it's like so obvious" he shrugged, his gaze returning to normal.

"Anyway, why are you here alone here? I don't know why a handsome guy like you came to such a fancy restaurant alone" you asked, while crossing your arms as you looked around for any sign of Ijichi-san.

he sighed softly "You see, I have so much money to spend... so I just come to restaurants like these to eat when I have nothing better to do" he replied in a calm and serious tone, though it was laced with a hint of playfulness.

"ah, right" you mumbled, uninterested by his income.

"come on, don't be like that," he said with a fake pout "What are you looking at?" he asked, seeing your interest was not at him, but at the carpark

"Hm?" you looked at him, "Ijichi-san told me he'll be here by now, I wonder why he's this late"

"ah! That's what it is" he smiled, he had threatened Ijichi to be late, of course, knowing you only had contacts with Ijichi for an assistant supervisor. "I wonder" he added, "why don't try texting him?"

you nodded and texted him asking how long it would take for him, and he replied saying the traffic was bad and it would take time... you sighed. "I feel bad for even asking him to do these personal stuff of mine" you mumbled

"no, it's fine" Gojo replied

"don't act like you are in his place," you said with a sour face.

"hm? he agreed to do it because he was free today" Gojo shrugged

"tch," you looked away.

"How old was that, Watanabe?" he asked, making you look back at him

"you sound so interested in him, I hope you don't pull off anything," you said with a small frown

"I won't," he said with a serious tone "At the moment" he added with a smile

"no, I don't know his age, but I think he is younger than me" you shrugged

"so he's not your boyfriend..." he muttered to himself, he knew it wasn't possible for you having contacts with someone from Japan while being in the US... specially someone who's a non-sorcerer. and even if it's someone from your middle school or someone from your childhood, you couldn't get someone's contact information that quickly, and that Watanabe and you looked so awkward at first...

"huh?" you looked at him with a small frown "I shouldn't have answered you"

he laughed softly "and... that means you and Nanami is not in a relationship either"

"and how did you deduct that, Sherlock?"

"my dear Watson, if that Nanami and you are a thing, you wouldn't go out with the guy in the first place" he smiled

"ah, yeah, right..." you were a little, a tiny bit impressed with his deduction "but what if I am cheating on Nanami?" you smirked

"you are not the type to do that" he replied simply with a shrug.

"what do you know about me?" you looked up at the sky, with a small sigh, a small smile playing on your lips

"and you wouldn't come out to eat with Watanabe if Nanami was your boyfriend"

you looked at him "that's true" you nodded.

"will you tell me who he is now then?" he smiled

"my mom forced me to go on a blind date with him, I didn't expect him to be good looking though, I didn't have any excuse to turn him down... 1 point to mom this time" you chuckled

"didn't have any excuse?" he asked, tilting his head slightly "make one"

"huh?" you raised an eyebrow "what do you mean?"

"make an excuse" he said, looking down at you, his sunglasses sliding down to his nose. "if you really don't want to date, you would make something up..." he added

"I guess that's true" you nodded... "maybe I like the guy"

Gojo held you by your shoulders gently while looking deep into your eyes.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #jjk

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moonchild-things · 2 years ago

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Chapter Thirteen: A Manga-Obsessed Brother

Summary: Being a psychic is not an ideal life, at least for Saiki Kusuo. Didn’t you read/watch The Disastrous Life of Saiki K to know that? Still, this isn’t about him, not really. Instead, let’s focus on his one and only friend, Akari Watanabe, who is also quite abnormal. You might not believe that Saiki would actually have a friend, but that’s what fanfictions are about, right?

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UNLIKE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS, INSTEAD OF FOLLOWING AKARI and Kusuo at the start of their day or at school or something else, we are mixing it up. Oh, look at that, an original chapter, how fun! So like I said, we’re not at PK Academy today, instead we are at the local junior high school. It’s not that far away from PK, actually just a small walk away from it.

If you can’t guess already, but today, we’ll be following a different Watanabe! A trio of junior high school boys were crowded around a few desks in the back of their classroom. School just ended for them and they were all starting to gather their things to leave. Among this trio is obviously Rikuto, who was talking to two of his good friends.

“Did you see it?!” One of the boys, with bushy brown hair buzzed in his seat, “Did you see it?!”

The other, who looked identical to the first boy, nodded his head rapidly, his blue eyes lit with excitement, “The newest volume is on sale today!” He reached out to show the two a flyer that he had grabbed.

“No way!” Rikuto gasped as he jumped up from his desk, “Really?” His messy black hair swaying as he jumped up.

The first twin, for these two other boys were twins, you can’t deny that, hummed happily, “Mhm! It’s only ¥2,500!”

Rikuto groaned in dismay, “Man, I don’t have that kind of money. My parents don’t give me that much of an allowance…” Well, more like he already blew his allowance on some mangas already. He has no sense of money management, honestly. Pretty sure he used it all the day that he got it!

The two brothers shared a look, already knowing Rikuto’s issue with money and shook their heads. One of them shrugged his shoulders as he stood up, “If you save up you’ll get enough for it next week.”

“But it won’t be on sale then!” Rikuto whined as the trio headed out of the classroom. It’s your fault there, buddy. Should have saved your money.

Both of his friends just shook their heads at his misfortune, “Oh, well.”

A thought then struck him as he slyly looked at his friends, “You don’t think you-”

One of them shook his hands frantically, “No way am I lending you money!”

“Drat.” Rikuto groaned before looking to the other boy who just shook his head again.

“Don’t even ask me!” The other exclaimed.

Rikuto sighed, though he’s not that surprised. People know not to lend him money, least they’ll be waiting quite a long time before he pays them back. The twins then looked down at their watches to see the time, and one said, “Well, mom wants us home early today.”

“Oh, okay,” Rikuto said as he waved to the twins as they headed the opposite direction of him, “see you guys tomorrow!”

“Bye, Watanabe!”

So Rikuto started his walk back home. As any normal day, it was nice out and perfect for Rikuto to walk on his own. However, since he was by himself, it meant that there was no one around to stop him from heading into town and stop by the shops. More specifically, the book shop where he can get his mangas. As if he were on auto pilot, Rikuto may or may not have started to walk towards the shop and walked in. He scurried over to the manga section and stared at the piles of books that were just taunting him.

He quickly shuffled through all of his pockets and his backpack to find every last pit of yen that he could find. After rummaging for quite a bit, he eventually found about ¥1,800. Not a whole lot, but enough to get at least a few cheap mangas. So he browsed the books and compared their prices to try and find as many mangas that he could actually buy for the amount of yen that he has. His bright green eyes were drinking in all of the mangas that he would more than love to actually buy, but without having that much money, he wouldn’t be able to get them all, like he wants to.

Eventually, he found the one book that he couldn’t actually afford but desperately wanted. “The Adventures of Bubble Girl and Gummy Bear,” he practically drooled at the fresh manga staring at him in all its glory. It’s basically some silly cliche story of a superhero and her pet bear… that was also made out of candy? I don’t know. MJ may be too lazy to try and come up with an actual manga series or something. Though you can imagine that all this manga really is a ploy to get people to but the other merchandise that goes along with it.

Just as Rikuto was lamenting the fact that he couldn’t get the one manga that he wanted, a certain pink-haired teen spied the junior high schooler. He was at the shop just to browse some books and such like he may normally do. Since he didn’t have that much to do today, and Akari was taking a nap, he thought it would be a good idea just to check out the shop. The last thing he wanted was to run into his friend's little brother.

Even if he wanted to try and keep himself out of sight from the manga-obsessed boy, he certainly forgot that MJ likes putting him in these kinds of situations. So while Rikuto was drooling over the manga, he caught the sight of pink hair from the corner of his eyes. He brightened up, “Kusuo-nii!” He hoped over to the older teen with a wide smile, “What are you doing here?”

Kusuo cringed at his voice and slowly turned around. Sadly his escape was now paused since he was caught. Darn. He grunted, “Nothing. I’m leaving now.” Kusuo didn’t not like Rikuto, but he also didn’t like him completely. He tolerates the young boy because he’s Akari’s brother, but it’s not like Kusuo goes out of his way to have a relationship with Rikuto. Though that doesn’t mean he can’t avoid the way that the younger boy latched onto him and tried to have a brotherly relationship with him.

“Oh, oh!” Rikuto jumped after the older teen who continued to try and get out of there. He grabbed Kusuo’s arm to stop him, much to Kusuo’s chagrin, “can you help me out!”

“No,” Kusuo’s eyes twitched.

Rikuto pouted, still not letting go of him, “You don’t even know what I need help with.”

“You want me to buy you this new book since you don’t have enough money,” he deadpanned, since it’s obvious and perhaps something like this has happened before. No, yeah, this has definitely happened before.

The young boy smiled sheepishly, “Ah, well.” He finally let his hostage go and rocked back and forth on his heels. He flashed Kusuo his most innocent looking smile. “Either way, can you help?”

Kusuo stared at him for a moment before answering with no hesitation, “No.”

Rikuto deflated slightly, but certainly wasn’t going to give up now, “I’ll give you a bunch of coffee jelly! Dad just made a whole batch of it, I’d be willing to get it to you by tonight.”

“Tempting.” Kusuo pursed his lips, which caused Rikuto to brighten. Though he still didn’t cave, “No.”

Seeing that Kusuo really wasn’t going to help him out, Rikuto grew desperate. His seeming addiction to manga certainly needed to be fed today with the volume that he wanted right now. Sure he could just wait a few more days to get his allowance and then buy it then… but why do that when he could just harass Kusuo now and get it. Rikuto pursed his lips, though finally came up with something to try and convince him to help him out. The junior high schooler shrugged his shoulders and glanced away, “Guess I’ll just have to bother Akari about this when I get home. No doubt she’ll want to hear about how horrible big brother Kusuo was to me here.”

The psychic stared at him, with his eyes hardening behind his glasses. “Demon.” Rikuto certainly knew how to play Kusuo to get what he wanted. The last thing he needed was for Akari to bother him because Rikuto decided to run off to her complaining about him. On one hand, he knows that Akari wouldn’t be necessarily happy to know that Rikuto once again blew his money on some manga. However, on the other hand, he knows that she doesn’t want to hear her brother, probably for a long time, talking about how “mean” Kusuo was.

“So?” The boy smirked, seeing how he backed Kusuo into a corner. “You’ll do it.”

Kusuo eyed him, though he had to admit it was impressive how Rikuto could extort him like this. Well, it’s impressive and concerning. Let’s just focus on the impressive part though. “Shut up.” He grunted and started to walk away, “Let’s go.”

“Yay!” Rikuto exclaimed as he snatched up the newest manga that he wanted and followed after him. After the two boys bought the manga that he had wanted, they finally left the book shop. Now, Rikuto had spent all his money once again and Kusuo was now missing ¥700. Rikuto was smiling ear to ear as he admired his new book, he turned that happy smile up to Kusuo. “Thanks, Kusuo-nii! Since you helped me out, I’ll help you out too!”

Kusuo side-eyed the boy, actually walking him home since he knows Akari would want him to keep an eye on her brother. “What could you help me with?”

“You and Akari,” Rikuto said in a ‘duh’ tone, “don’t you need help wooing her or something?” He doesn’t know all that much about romance, but he’s been forced to watch enough American rom-coms to know that the guy usually has to do something to woo the girl he’s interested in. Of course, Rikuto knows that Kusuo is interested in his sister. He’s not an idiot. Well, that’s debatable. Except he may not be wrong here…

Kusuo grimaced, “Why would I woo her?” There’s no reason that he needs help to woo Akari, nor does he actually want to do that. What makes Rikuto think that he wants to do that?! He glared down at the boy, “Don’t make me regret getting this for you.”

Rikuto raised his hands in surrender but laughed, “Ok, ok! I’m sorry! Sheesh, why are you so uptight?” He shook his head, “No need to hide the fact that you like my sister. I won’t tell her if that’s what you’re afraid of.” He then gave Kusuo a closed-eyed smile and flashed him a big thumbs up. “I approve!”

The older teen clicked his tongue, “Whatever.”

What does Kusuo care if Rikuto approves? He’s not looking for approval for anything about this. A relationship with Akari would never happen. As far as they would go is friends. That’s it. They would never be boyfriend or girlfriend or anything like that. They’re friends. Maybe best friends, but Kusuo wouldn’t say that outloud. Sure, he appreciates Akari a lot, is glad that there is someone else who understands him in certain ways. It also helps that she has supernatural abilities. Perhaps the only reason that he befriended her in the first place was because she has the powers. Though deep down he knows that he probably would have tried to talk with her even without her powers. After all, he does like her as a person. Well not like. No. Don’t look any further into that statement.

Though even if he wanted to deny it, Rikuto’s vibrant green eyes were lit with excitement. Much like his father, he liked the idea of Akari getting married to Kusuo. Really, the psychic is the only one that Rikuto would trust to be in a relationship with his sister. After all, an all powerful being such as Saiki Kusuo would definitely keep Akari safe. Blame it on the overprotective nature of being a younger brother, but Rikuto doesn’t want anyone to hurt his sister in any way, even if she has supernatural powers. Kusuo is someone he already views as an older brother, so it wouldn’t be that different if he actually became his brother-in-law. Though only time will tell. Also, how often this story is updated. You’ll just have to wait and see how this progresses. Oops.

So Kusuo started to lead Rikuto back home. The junior high schooler talked excitedly about his new book as the high schooler just listened to him and complained internally. Though Kusuo never once stopped him or tried to quiet him down. He just let Rikuto nerd out as much as he wanted as they headed back home. No doubt after this, Kusuo is going to head right over to Akari and complain to her about it. Which will probably end up with him being scowlded for caving into Rikuto but laughing at how easily he let a thirteen-year-old manipulate him so easily.

Though along with the shiny new manga, there was the price glaring at him; ¥2,500. Rikuto huffed and deflated. He stared at the few mangas that he already had in his hand, basically these three that he has were already equal to ¥1,800, so he wouldn’t be able to get them at all. Such a sad day.

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nexusmhx · 1 year ago

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I Can't Find Love so I Make Others Happy - Chapter 1

I never really understood romance at such a young age.

To be specific, I mean romance between a couple in something like middle or even high school. Granted there are the rare cases where those blossoming romances drive couples to marriage and eventually have a happy life.

However, this time period is the roughest transition that one can make. One that people aren't mature enough to process and deal with responsibly. There are more responsibilities and changes that one endures when going to university or straight into a full-time job when compared to simply being a high school student.

Sometimes, it ends in bitter heartbreak that causes rifts in both couples and the friends around them. Sometimes, there is a natural shift as the maturity changes between two people that is natural. No bitterness or heartache, just reality. I, Watanabe Yuto, had been in one relationship in my life. The result of it? Neither category fits as there was no actual love in it.

People are beings that are reliant on others to make connections. It is a foundational staple in everyday life. I understand that it strives for people to start these relationships, especially when romance is considered a highly popular thing for people in middle or high school.

Personally, I think that the best place for people to start thinking about romance is during the middle years of their time at university. It would make sense. The stress that university lectures have are more intensive and done over a longer period of time. With everything not running on the same clock, it makes sense that people have to learn to manage their time and resources better.

After a year of understanding what to do, is when people can be more grounded and comfortable to start dating. I could see it during the beginning and end of my university's lectures where groups of friends huddle together with male and female pairings who are happening to take the same course to be close together.

"Hey, Yuto."

"Hm? Oh, hey Kyoka-chan."

I wasn't particularly alone in this course. I did have a friend in this course. One that went to the same high school that I did even, Sayama Kyoka. She was diligent and a major tomboy, having a bit of a tan due to playing Tennis for school.

Luckily she was in the same major as me so I usually had one friend to talk to while leaving the lecture hall.

"The lecture was tough today... Why couldn't they go a bit easier on the material?"

"Because ALL the readings are mandatory... Even though I don't agree with some of them."

"What's worse is the quiz came out of nowhere. I wasn't ready!"

"Okay, you got me there... Still. I don't think I did too badly. I should get 70%."

"I did worse for sure... Why are we doing theory when we should be actually doing stuff?!"

"That's why you need to study, Kyoka-chan... To appease them. Also, theory tells us how shots work and such. They signify the meaning behind certain parts."

"Yeah... But still. I don't get some of it."

"Mmh."

It was the usual banter between us. Nothing meaningful and substantial but there was some semblance behind our words. We would just talk about the hell that our lectures caused us while walking through the bustling halls of our university.

"Still... Just one more day until Saturday comes. You're with me for our final lecture tomorrow, Yuto?"

"Haah... Don't remind me. I just wanna crash and play games all weekend."

"Oh? I thought you had to do one of those "magic spells" that you always do."

"What are you talking about? I don't do magic."

"You say that but you're famous at the university!"

"What??? Oh for that? It's not that big of a deal. If anything, I'm getting bored of it."

"Ehh??? For real? That sucks. Especially since I was your first customer! Seeing your work was always fun! Even Serena thinks so!"

I couldn't help but sigh at Kyoka's statement. The statement stung but it was true. It must be confusing to understand without context. It seemed rather harmless at first glance.

What she was referring to is my ability to help people hook up with one another. To take the first step in being a couple. It may sound weird and awkward...

Even explaining it sounds weird but I got put into that role. One that helps people get together. Kind of like a matchmaker but I play a more active role. I have an unhealthy tendency to put myself down to make others look better. Whether it'd be mixers, parties, or over time while being in a group of friends temporarily, I get asked to be used as a stepping stone. I've gotten so good at it that I even got a reputation for it.

Kyoka was the first person I ever did this on. It was unintentional but I had somehow managed to get Kyoka with one Wakatsuki Serena. A relatively shy yet diligent girl who usually keeps to herself while reading books.

"...Right..."

"You could even try it out on yourself to see if it works! After all, don't you have someone you like?"

"Not really..."

"Ah... Sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up. You don't deserve that!"

"It's no big deal... You didn't mean to."

Kyoka looks down because of it. Seeing that makes me sad. My own personal issues were affecting one of my friends. Great.

"L-Look. Don't worry. I'm not out of the count just yet. I just haven't been paying much attention to stuff like that."

"I suppose so. But hey! Don't be afraid to ask if you ever need relationship advice, got it?!"

"Yeah yeah. I got it. Now go. Serena is probably waiting for you."

"Ah! That's right! I gotta go!!! Seeya, Yuto! I know you got this!"

"Sure. I have faith in it."

I lied.

How I managed to get the shy Serena to be bold enough to ask Kyoka out, is still a mystery. I didn't have a clue. I don't know how to make myself look better. It just sounds arrogant coming from yourself. At least with others, you could be saying it to sound nice.

Well, it didn't really matter. I didn't care enough about my own love life to even consider it. It's not like I don't believe in love. I think it's a good thing. It sounds romantic when finding the perfect one to spend the rest of your life with. I'm just a little raw after a bad experience.

"Excuse me?"

A voice calls out to me that stops my train of thought. I turn around to see a girl around my age, probably the same year as me. However, I didn't recognize her so she was probably majoring in a different course.

"Yes? Is there something that you wanted from me?"

"Ah yes! My name is Miyamoto Rei! I would like your help."

"Is that so? Well then. Follow me. We'll discuss the details in a better location. Just to let you know, I charge for the drink alongside the service."

"W-What?! You charge money?"

"Yep! 5 million yen. Add in the drinks which is another 500 yen."

"I-I can't afford that! What am I going to do?"

"Oh dear..."

What the heck have I got myself into? It couldn't be as bad as it sounds, so I took her up on it and the two of us made it to a local cafe to discuss the important subject matter. The two of us took a seat across from each other after ordering our drinks.

"So then... Let me introduce myself, though you probably know. Call me, Yuto. You don't have to use honorifics or whatever."

"Really? Even though you're my senior and everything?"

"It's fine, I don't really care much about customs. Let's leave that for the formal places where people actually care about that sort of thing."

"Alright, then. Please call me Rei... I wanted your help regarding getting together with an upper-classman."

"Oh? Is that so? I won't lie. That's a bold request. How'd you find out about this, to begin with?"

"W-Well, you had helped out a close friend of mine, Minami-chan."

"Uh... I think I remember. She's a second-year student focusing on Biology?"

"Yeah, that's right. It was a few months ago but they've been happy ever since. It makes me envious."

"Really? I heard some good tidbits from now and then but I didn't realize."

I still kept in touch with some of the people from that friend group.

"Yeah. When I asked her, she told me about you and what you did."

"I didn't do that great of a job... Still. Didn't you find it odd about me doing this sort of thing? Must be weird."

"I thought it was suspicious, but I learned that other people have gotten together because of you from the university I decided after a bit of thinking."

"You must really love this guy, huh? Perhaps that's the next thing we should talk about. Got to know a bit about this guy."

"Well... His name is Kanzaki Tomoyo, a second year in Osaka's engineering major. He has been my childhood friend ever since Kindergarten. We grew up together."

"Ah. So pure, blossoming romance? Been holding these ever since you were young I presume?"

Rei nods slowly to my question, causing me to think a bit more.

"Yeah, ever since Middle School."

"Well, that strikes the first step, already. That's a start."

"Already?! Just like that?!"

"Yep. The first step, having you get to know the guy. That's a problem that you see in TV shows, manga, anime, light novels, and stuff that goes into the real world. Getting to know the person. Both parties need to know the other on some level. And with a date, they get better acquainted in a secluded setting. So if you know him well, that saves a massive portion of time!"

"How much time are we talking about, here?"

"Depends on the person. For guys to ask girls, I'd say a couple of weeks to a few months. Girls are more cautious about that sort of thing because men usually have ulterior motives. Fortunately, guys take less time. There's a good chance that they will accept your request if you're cute enough. But the chances increase if you two know each other. The preexisting bond makes the connection stronger."

"Wow... It really works like that."

"Well, I'm not entirely sure about that."

"What???"

"Well, that's just a guess based on results. But it doesn't guarantee that it's right. After all, people are different from each other and this stuff should be taken into consideration. Because the guy may know you, but he just might not see you that way."

"We can't do anything about that to make him consider me an option?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We don't even know if that's the case. He might and we don't know yet. I can't just force people to change their emotions or who they are to meet your needs. That'd be pretty crappy."

"O-Of course not! I wouldn't do something like that!"

"Good! We got ourselves a starting point. Now then, think I could get your contact information?"

"Sure! That's no problem!"

Rei hands me her Line which I graciously accept. I wrote a few notes to make sure to remember things, there were for certain a few things that I will need to do.

"Well then. I'll be counting on you, Rei."

"Huh?"

She had a confused look on her face. To be expected.

"Well, you're my in for meeting this guy. If I'm going to help, I'll need your assistance. So let's not think of ourselves as a worker and client relationships but rather as friends helping each other out. How does that sound?"

"S-Sure! Of course! It'll be great to be working with you, Yuto! I hope that we'll get along together!"

Rei paid for her drink and rushed off to her next lecture which would leave me by myself. It gave me time to think to myself while I relaxed a little.

"Hey! Kenji-kun! What are you doing for summer break?!"

"Eh??? I don't know. Maybe playing games."

"Senpai! Let's go shopping!"

"Now?!"

"Sorry, Akane. Kenji-kun has already made plans with his senpai, hasn't he?"

"Agawa-senpai! You're a bit too close!"

"Moh! Kenji-kun is so mean!"

"Kenji."

"Eh? What's wrong Yuuka-chan?"

"Thank you for staying up all night. You really pushed me like never before..."

"HUH?!"

"Kenji, Kenji-kun, Senpai..."

"Wait wait wait! It's not like what it looks like."

Oh no. OH NO. OH NONONONO!

I was doing so well. Why did those guys have to spoil it? Why are they doing this in public where other people can hear them? Especially, me of all people!

Sorry, I'm being overdramatic. None of these people are bad. I'm just annoyed. Let me explain.

Being a person who helps people get together is an interesting topic. Sure, it may create some fascinating situations but nothing really special. But the story of Yamamoto Kenji was that of the typical trashy romantic comedy harem. There's the main culprit and four girls going after him.

Izayoi Yumi, a third year in the School of Foreign Studies is the childhood friend of the story. She's been best friends with Kenji growing up ever since kindergarten. Diligent in her studies, kind to those around her, soft-spoken, and rarely ever yells. She does well in a wide range of activities which only boasted her overwhelming popularity.

Nakamura Hana, a second year in the School of Health and Sport Science is like when you mix a hyperactive teenager with sugar-infused coffee and energy drinks. Loud, bold, beats to her own drum, and likes to have fun first and foremost. The fact she does well in all sports adds to her merit, even beating a few male players. I say all that but she's an endearing little gremlin. Can be annoying but she means well.

Agawa Nanami, a senior in the Faculty of Medicine is considered an angel by many of her local fans. The rumor says that her smile is so bright that one look could burn vampires. She's very handsy when helping people out despite being a massive klutz. Despite this, she is a big sister who likes to tease and protect those she cares about and help in any way possible.

Suzumiya Mayumi, a junior in the School of Engineering Science is well known for being rather eccentric by her fellow peers. She doesn't talk much and keeps a rather cold expression everywhere that she goes. Rarely does she show any emotions but can be really expressive through text messaging. Once you get used to that demeanor, she's really fun to be around.

Again, none of them are actually bad. I don't have any bad relationships with any of them. If anything, I hope that they consider me their friend since I do the same to them. I just find it all tiresome to have to see this four-way competition to fight for Kenji's attention. I never thought fiction would be able to be demonstrated in reality... However, I was wrong about the power of the dense harem protagonist.

But I suppose that it doesn't matter too much. I'll continue to work to help them from the shadows while helping those who come to ask for my help. Despite all the nuisances and inconveniences that other people have, I will see it through to completion. That is my resolve as both a man and the motivation that this is for the sake of other people's happiness.

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favhere · 2 years ago

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Kyrie Irving coming on strong as Nets adjust to life minus Kevin Durant

SAN FRANCISCO — When Kevin Durant sprained his right MCL two weeks ago, Kyrie Irving was deferring and the Nets were struggling.

Now, Irving is leading.

That doesn’t mean chucking up wild shots or playing hero-ball. It does mean being fully engaged, putting his body on the line for his teammates. It does mean not getting in his own feelings, but being a positive influence. Oh, and it does mean having the ball in his hands during winning time and scoring. In bunches.

“Every night I try to put myself in that place, in that zone,” Irving said. “Specifically in the fourth quarter when it’s winning time.”

Irving will enter the Nets’ game at the Warriors on Sunday red-hot, having scored 69 points in his last five quarters. On consecutive nights, he put up 21 points in fourth quarters at Phoenix and Utah.

“It’s like he’s in a different world. He’s locked-in. He’s in a different type of zone and makes those big shots time and time again,” Nic Claxton said of Irving.

Kyrie Irving makes a move on Larry Nance during the Nets’ win over the Pelicans.Getty Images

“That’s what he does,” Royce O’Neale added. “Right now he’s leading us, and we follow his lead. We’re trusting him, he’s trusting us. So to see him go off like that is always special. You could just tell he had it going.”

Irving didn’t have it going immediately after Durant went down on Jan. 8 in Miami, not really. Over the next four games, Irving missed one contest and shot just 19-for-60 through the 11 quarters he played. That is, until his revival Thursday at Phoenix.

After pouring in 21 points on 8-for-11 shooting in the final period against the Suns, he scored 48 points on 18-for-29 shooting Friday to beat the Jazz. That’s the form he will carries into Sunday against the Warriors.

“I don’t think [50 points nightly] is an unrealistic expectation,” Irving said, only half-joking. “I have the trust from [coach] Jacque [Vaughn] to be able to make plays down the stretch. … We’ve been able to develop a dialogue that continues to grow game-to-game. So it gives me a lot of confidence in the fourth quarter to be able to perform that way.”

Part of that dialogue was putting the ball in Irving’s hands. After Irving did too much watching while other Nets struggled to create — for instance, playing off the ball while Ben Simmons got minutes at the point, and struggled — Vaughn unleashed Irving on the pick-and-roll, and the results have been spectacular.

“In the fourth quarter of Phoenix we really found a good rhythm. And the spacing that we had, we wanted to go back to that,” Vaughn said. “His ability to play pick-and-roll is going to garner so much attention, especially when he shoots the 3 ball.

“We have bigs who are able to catch in the half roll and play-make also. So putting shooters around him — Seth [Curry], Joe [Harris], Royce, Yuta [Watanabe] — is pretty lethal when he has the basketball in his hands and is playing pick-and-roll.”

The Nets didn’t look lethal in their first three games without Durant, hitting .286 from 3-point range. But they shot .423 against the Suns and .439 versus the Jazz.

Irving’s offense also has benefitted from his engagement on defense. He grabbed 11 boards, had four steals and even took a pair of charges Friday, getting himself going.

“It set the tone, just shows how much he wants to win. He’s doing the little things that counts, taking the leadership right now that Kevin’s out,” O’Neale said.

“I talked about just getting out of my own way and really thinking team first and put my body on the line and leading by example. … When I could get it going on defense and do the little things, it really makes a difference for me and I’m dialed in,” said Irving, who downplayed the showdown Sunday with Golden State superstar Stephen Curry.

“That’s the foundation of us growing throughout this process is me getting out of my own way and allowing the other guys to help. …The ups and downs are going to come and go, but we have to stay poised and consistent. And it starts with me showing up every day and leading by example, and putting my body on the line and doing whatever it takes to win.”

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jaesvelvet · 3 years ago

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muse — watanabe haruto

warnings: lowercase,grammartical error,spelling error

pairing: haruto + fem! reader

words: 2.3k words

目が合う目が合う

だけで息が詰まる

ほど美しい my muse

my muse is so beautiful

that i can't breath

just by meeting her eyes

+.*

haruto widens his eyes when you stand not so close beside him. your presence could make haruto cloud nine. your laugh could make haruto smile like a fool and your lips, if the world free from any rules, he would like to put his lips onto yours.

as you felt someone watching you, you turn around only to see some male's back, walking away from you. haruto fastens his pace to go to the dance practice room with hands full of snacks, he doesn't want you to think of him like a creeper, staring at someone without any particular reason.

"oi, what takes you so long?" mashiho asked the younger

haruto smile, he gives the oldest snacks that he bought from yg's convenience store. he gave all of the members snacks and water that he bought with his own money as punishment for losing rock paper scissors.

they all minded their own business, felt too tired of having chat with each other, they have gotten no rest since morning, practicing for their upcoming debut. all they could think now is their comfortable bed. but as much as they want to rest, they need to get this choreo neat and perfect to amaze the audience.

but haruto, his mind could think of you. you with silky hair and always wear your favorite white converse whenever you came to the company. it's unbelievable how you made him go crazy about you since he never felt falling in love with anyone. but when you step in the dance practice room and greeted them with a big smile on your face, that's the time where haruto felt you are so cute and making his heart fluttered

knowing your personality, haruto felt you are his type, he is completely head over heels for you, and he hates how he can't speak even a single word towards you when he realized his feelings. he felt so stupid.

"you guys!!" you entered the dance practice room with your infamous smile. behind you, lee youngsang, your father followed you into the dance practice room and put his belonging on the couch.

"i give you all 5 more minutes and shows me your result" said lee yongsang, or treasure's dance teacher or your dad more specifically.

as the leaders of the group, jihoon, and hyunsuk yelled out a 'yes teacher!' as a response, but once again haruto felt the cloud nine in his body, seeing the person he likes talking to doyoung, you always laugh whenever doyoung make the dad jokes, although haruto and the others find it not funny and lame, you being the easily laugh person, always laugh at doyoung's joke and it successfully made haruto smile like an idiot.

"who are you smiling at?" haruto flinched, truly shocked by asahi sudden appearance.

"no one, i remember when jeongwoo fell the other day, it's still funny till now" he answered coolly asahi can't know his big secret although he closes with asahi.

asahi nodded and left haruto alone, haruto sigh, relieved as the oldest trust his little lie.

"ruto ya" you called him

"yes,y/n?"

"i watched t-map yesterday, and i heard you like collecting butterfly necklaces"

"um yeah, that butterfly necklace is cool you know" haruto's heart flutter when you said you watched t-map, it means you knew how loud he is, a bit embarrassing but felt happy when you knew what he likes through t-map.

"you know– your style is cool and your fashion sense too, what about you wear something cute?"

"um yeah, that butterfly necklace is cool you know" haruto's flutter when you said you watched t-map, it means you knew how loud he is, a bit embarrassing but felt happy when you knew what he likes through t-map.

"why don't you try to wear something cute?" you asked

haruto scrunched his face. wear something cute? like what? like doyoung's all-red outfit? or junkyu's koala pajama?

"wear this. i made it myself, i made for you cause i remember you said you like collecting butterfly necklace" you handed it him a white pink bead necklace with a butterfly locket

haruto smile widely and couldn't help but chuckled at your cuteness. oh, how he wishes he could hug you right now

"thank you y/n, i'm gonna wear this," he said and wear the necklace on the spot, seeing you laugh happily made him happy. love turns someone crazy.

"okay guys that's enough of a break" the teacher yelled, making all of the 12 treasure members turn to their positions. haruto smile as he saw you mouthing 'fighting' to him.

+.*

haruto stares at the bead necklace with love in his eyes, he smiles when he thought you made this while thinking about him who loves collecting a butterfly necklace. he felt appreciated for the moment.

suddenly the door open, showing junkyu with his koala pajamas, entered the room with a towel on his shoulder and wet hair.

"i felt like i could sleep till next week" the older groaned, throwing himself to his bed, ready to sleep.

haruto didn't reply, he also felt tired from all day practicing, he turns his body facing the wall, ready to sleep but junkyu's question made him awake.

"do you like y/n, ruto ya?"

"what are you talking about hyung?"

"we all know"

haruto gulped

we?

who we?

treasure members?

if yes, he is doomed.

"no, how can i—"

"you guys could make a cute couple"

"go to sleep hyung, we got to get up early tomorrow" haruto said, not want to continue this topic.

junkyu let him off, he also wants to sleep right now.

+.*

today is the day, where they need to record their debut song, but in the japanese version. when haruto turns to record his part, you enter the studio with your favorite potato snack.

you smiled at haruto who's now in the recording room, haruto returns your smile and starts practicing his rap before record it as he wants everything to go perfectly.

you still smiling at haruto, secretly adoring how cool he is while working, noticing jihoon looking at you with a smirk on his face, you quickly change your focus to the snack you bought

you don't want anyone to know your crush on haruto because they're gonna debut soon, and rookies can't date. you felt butterflies whenever haruto talks to you or smile at you, although you're the one who always starts the conversation, yet haruto never failed to make your day better

you noticed how haruto always awkward whenever you guys having a conversation and it made him cuter! thinking he must be awkward with a person besides his members

"ready, haruto?" the producer asked through the mic

haruto gives thumbs up, showing he ready to show off his skill to you although you know how good he in rap through ygtb.

he starts rapping in his native language, making you surprised, amazed at how his voice got so much deeper than rapping in korean.

"y/n cover your mouth, i'm afraid if fly flew into your mouth" jihoon joked, making all of the members laugh at you, you frowned at him but of course jihoon, being jihoon, he keeps teasing you more and more.

"it's cute how you flirt with haruto with the bead necklace"

"i wasn't flirting!" you backup yourself

the members gave a sly smile at the youngest, obviously didn't trust all the words that come out from your mouth.

"yeah, but your dad said you took the class for the necklace, and you hate beads since they're so small and hard to do anything with it" said jihoon

you sighed as you can't think of another reply, because all of jihoon said is true.

"am i being obvious?" you finally being your true self towards the olders

hyunsuk nodded

"we can already tell you like haruto— the way you talk, see, and smile to him is different whenever you with us beside you only do bead necklace for him only," hyunsuk said, faking his tear at the fact you didn't give them your handmade bead necklace.

"haruto must know about this too, right?"

"nah he doesn't" junkyu replied

"why are you so sure?" you asked

"i was his roommate and i can tell he clearly in love with you, he slept with your necklace yesterday and we all notice how he smiling like an idiot whenever you around"

you couldn't help but smile at junkyu's statement

"you know y/n,his part in 'boy' he wrote himself. and guess who is the lyrics dedicated to?" yoshi asked

"who?"

"to you of course," mashiho replied

"seriously?" you turn your head, facing haruto who now rapping to his part.

"what does that mean?" she asked

"it means, my muse is so beautiful that i can't breathe just by meeting her eyes" asahi spoke, grinning at the youngest

the members start teasing you, making you turn all red. you cover your red ears when haruto gets out of the recording room. haruto frowned when he saw you covered your ears, did his rap didn't impress you?

jihoon and hyunsuk who sit in front of you could only smirk when they saw how fluttered you are.

+.*

as usual, you only sit on the couch looking at the twelve boys practicing so hard for their debut, your dad keeps correcting their choreo and makes sure they all dancing in synchronize or they need to repeat all over again.

you felt pity for them, but they need to practice for a good result. you keep your eyes on haruto, ah, how charming is he? the way he laughs whenever the others making a joke.

"okay, take 5," said the coach, making them all lay on the floor, catching their breath. you smiled as you take fruit juice from your bag pocket to give to haruto but your dad snatches it away from you and innocently drinks the juice.

"how thoughtful my daughter is? brought juice for her dad" said your dad, continue drinking the juice. you scrunched your face, you want to yell at your father but you decided to not make a scene, instead of doing what you have in your mind- which is throwing a punch on your dad's arm, you push him and leave the dance practice room with a frowned face.

jihoon and hyunsuk laughing, knowing their coach purposely doing that to tease his daughter. meanwhile haruto just finds you sulking is cute(not fully knowing what happen), he just wants to squish that tiny girl.

hours later, you come back to the practice room after wandering around the company. you surprised that they still practice although it's 8 pm. they should head home, right?

as you want to ask your dad when will they go home, a groan, making everyone froze and look at haruto who already lie down, holding his ankle. you quickly go to him and check his ankle

"i think he sprained his ankle," you said and help haruto to stand–with the help of the other of course. haruto winced as the sprained feet touch the floor, without saying anything you took off haruto's shoes and socks, taking ice packs from junghwan who go to the store when hyunsuk ordered him to buy ice packs

"wait, i get the first aid," you said and left making all of the members, including your dad to look at haruto

"what?" haruto asked

"i know you like my daughter kid, just confess i'm tired of answering her about you every day," he said

haruto widen his eyes

"w-what?"

"just confess ruto, i'm 100% sure y/n accept you," hyunsuk said

"if you still not sure, please take a look how fast y/n go to you when you sprained your ankle and the fact she only made beads necklace only for you" jihoon added

hearing their words making haruto smile shyly, she likes him back...?

seeing haruto smiling like an idiot, they all left the practice room as you arrived with first aid in your hands. you ignored the sly smile on others face, haruto's ankle is now more important

you kneel in front of him carefully bandaging his ankle

"you need to rest, no practice, walking making a late recovery," you said

haruto smile

"thank you y/n, i appreciate it" he said

you nod as you can't think any of response, you worried about haruto's injury, their debut only a month away

"i like you" his sudden words making you froze, slowly you look up, facing haruto

"what did you—"

"i like you" he cut you off

you pin the bandage and stand, making haruto look up at you. your smile making haruto's nervousness faded away.

"that is so sudden? i thought you could make it more romantic?"

haruto froze, feeling regret confessing to you without anything special. he needs to give a good impression as a boyfriend! - you could do better haruto! he thought. he apologizes to you in which you reply with your beautiful giggle.

"i'm just playing with you" you said and take a seat beside haruto, taking a brave move, you rest your head on his broad shoulder.

"but really, i'm sorry for confessing unromantically"

"ruto, the rap in your debut album is amazing, and that's the most romantic thing someone ever done to me. thank you" you said while smiling, thinking about his rap.

haruto scoffs, he knows so well yoshi said this to you because yoshi is the one who knew the rap is meant for someone he loves. however, he also wants to hug the older as he 'helps' his feelings towards you.

"let's go home, you need plenty of rest" you said, helping the boy to stand up

"can you come to my dorm? i need someone to take care of me, i can't walk it will cause a late recovery someone said" haruto said in a teasing way making you slap his arm, laughing at his words

"i will make sure dad send me there tomorrow"

#treasure imagines #treasure blurbs #treasure scenario #treasure yg #haruto imagines #watanabe haruto #haruto x reader #haruto scenarios #haruto blurbs

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jetsam-kisa · 3 years ago

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Michiko vs Jetsam

Whew! This is done! I got carried away so I am very sorry for the length :’D

Michiko’s mod and I had some fun talking about our characters and especially the gear Michi is developing!

Unfortunately they were very busy this week, but I was more than happy to write the fight results :D

CW: emetophobia // there is a brief scene describing vomit semi-graphically

The roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium as Jetsam Kisa and Michiko Watanabe entered the battle arena. Both of the students walked to their side of the arena with a sense of purpose, even if they were nervous wrecks on the inside. Once they took their proper starting positions, the two contestants smiled weakly at each other as the announcer called out their names and the people in the crowd cheered for the next fight.

‘I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out,’ Jetsam thought as he gnawed on his lips in anticipation, ‘That or throw up. Oh god I hope I don’t throw up in the middle of the match. Everyone here is watching. God, my parents are watching,’ Thick, heavy plums of smoke rolled out of his mouth the more frantic his thoughts became, until they nearly completely cloaked his figure, ‘I think I saw Best Jeanist in the stands too! He’s not going to want to associate with the kid who threw up during his first match. What am I doing here? What am I even going to do-?”

Jetsam was snapped out of his rapidly spiraling thoughts by movement in his periphery; Michiko gently waved her hands at him and gave him a broader smile, despite clearly being nervous herself (if the crease in her brow was any clue to her emotional state).

“Let’s both do our best during this fight, Kisa-kun!” Michiko called out from her side of the arena, before her gaze hardened with a resolve she often reserved for studying the most complex of quirks, “Although, I hope you know that I will not be taking it easy on you. I need to see how far I can go, and to learn about the extent of my current abilities.”

Seeing Michiko’s determination and hearing her will to succeed was like a salve to Jetsam’s shot nerves. He took a deep breath, then released the pent up smog. The smoke surrounding his body partially dissipated too. It was almost a shame how well Michiko’s words calmed him down; he would be better off easily producing the pollutants that came with high stress. Jetsam briefly wondered if her kindness was double-edged in a way; was it a strategic way to prevent him from building up his quirk before the match? He shook the thought out of his head before yelling back to her:

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Miss Michi!”

He could only hope that his grin masked the nerves that were still rolling in his stomach. He knew Michiko; knew her quirk. It could only be activated by physical contact, so as long as he kept his distance he should be okay.

‘Although,’ Jetsam thought as he gazed at the chain-like device at Michiko’s hip, ‘that capture chain she’s been developing could be difficult to beat. I’ve never seen what it actually does before.’

All too quickly, the announcer began their countdown: “3...2...1...BEGIN!”

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As soon as the bell rang, Michiko shot forward, arm extended, with a single-minded determination to do one thing and one thing only: get to Jetsam before he could gain control of the battlefield with his quirk. If she could grab a hold onto him before his smogs and tars and other (frankly, gross) expellents became too overwhelming, then she could nullify his quirk with her own, and use her capture device to prevent him from continuing the fight.

Jetsam must have realized her plans, and had just enough time to dodge out of her range, smog spewing out of his mouth now that his adrenaline was no doubt pumping again. Not to be deterred, Michiko quickly shifted her balance and dove after him again, careful not to let him hide behind the pillars of smoke he was creating.

‘He’s not going to make this easy for me, but I have been preparing for this occasion for too long to let this game of tag keep me from winning!’ She thought to herself, resolve growing with every inch closer she got to Jetsam, ‘He can’t avoid me forever, and I have a secret weapon I’ve been dying to beta test!’

After a few more moments of chasing after Jetsam, Michiko took a gamble and let him escape to the sanctuary of smog he created across the arena. She knew she had to be quick, but some risks had to be taken to assure victory! She knew that she had the power within her to win.

He wouldn’t be able to outrun her prototype, after all!

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‘Phew, I think I finally managed to shake her,’ Jetsam sighed with relief, dark smog still escaping his mouth and obscuring his figure to the crowd (and hopefully Michiko as well). ‘Now I have a moment to breathe. Hah, figuratively, at least.’

He made sure to keep his eye on the clear silhouette of Michiko he could make out through his smog, never before more grateful for his mom’s sight-related quirk partially making its way to him. She seemed to be standing still, perhaps strategizing her own plan to catch him and throw him out of the arena? He hoped the smoke wasn’t making her feel too sick. He had to be quick.

‘I can probably end the battle if I cover her in tar and stop her movement. It might be unpleasant but it’d be safer than trying to beat her in hand-to-hand or some other physical contest. I haven’t been training with Tsumi for too long, after all. Yeah okay, that’s the plan!’

Just as he was about to produce the sticky tars necessary to carry out his plan, a thin silhouette darted out from Michi’s figure, slithering across the arena at a speed too quick for Jetsam to react to.

As a cold, thin figure coiled itself tightly around him, the only thought sparking across Jetsam’s brain was:

“Michiko brought a snake?”

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‘Bingo!’ Michiko exclaimed to herself as Jetsam’s no-doubt unconscious shout revealed not only his location, but the fact that her capture device had worked perfectly as intended.

While it still had quite a few bugs to sort out, one of the most recently added features was a heat-seeking tracker that would allow the machine to chase after targets even under adverse visible conditions.

She cocked her head towards the direction of Jetsam’s quick yell of distress; she couldn’t get complacent. The capture device was only half the battle! She had to guarantee that Jetsam couldn’t continue the fight in order to assure her victory!

She couldn’t just blindly run through the smokescreen either; who knows what kinds of traps he could have placed while she set up her capture device. No. She had to be methodical, and safely make her way to Jetsam’s location while he was encumbered.

The smog was thick, but now she had her goal within sight: grapple Jetsam and nullify his quirk, thus ending the match.

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Okay, so it wasn’t a snake, but it was still bad news! Jetsam’s arms were completely pinned by the robotic device wrapped around his torso. So this was the work of the capture device that Michiko had worked so hard on? Jetsam had to admit that it was effective. He couldn’t fight with his limbs restrained like this, and that shout he gave out completely alerted Michiko to his location.

‘So this is it. The fight’s over, and I spent the whole time running away and cowering in the corner. Everyone is watching. Everyone saw. Everyone will know I’m just a big failure who doesn’t deserve to be here. Oh god what if Sato-sensei kicks me out of the hero course? What if they kick me out of the school?? What if everyone laughs and ignores me and hates me OH GOD-’

As the panicked thoughts swirled in Jetsam’s mind a pit formed in his stomach. A pit that rapidly expanded into a big, black ball of anxiety and nerves. He could almost picture it in his mind’s eye: an ugly, bloated orb dripping with heat and stress and bile. The more he envisioned it the more it grew until he could almost feel it spilling out of his mouth like a slick oil spill across his lips and---oh wait.

It wasn’t in his mind’s eye.

Jetsam groaned to himself as gushing rivets of slippery, rubbery oil spewed from his mouth all down the front of his body.

“Well this is perfect!” Jetsam exclaimed to himself, although it was muffled by the sheer volume of oil that expelled out of him as he spoke. He really did throw up. God, could this fight be any more of a disaster?

First he gets captured by Michi’s device, then he literally vomits gross oil from the stress. Fantastic. He shifted uncomfortably, as the oils soaked into his jersey under the capture device and--wait a moment. Oil. Disgusting, smelly, beautifully SLIPPERY oil! That was slicking up his torso and arms even now!

Jetsam pulled his arms upwards experimentally and YES! They were sliding out, he wasn’t restrained anymore! Maybe he could hide again and strategize-

The victorious thought was cut off by a hand shooting out from the pillars of smog, reaching for his newly freed arms.

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“I finally found you, Kisa-kun!” Michiko called out, jumping from out of the smokescreen with a triumphant smile.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Jetsam freed from his restraints, but she simply chalked it up to a prototyping failure; she could ask him about the specifics of how he escaped once the match was over, anyways.

This time Jetsam couldn’t dodge her oncoming attack, and Michiko grappled him to the ground, pinning his arms above his head. Now was her chance to nullify his quirk! She had been practicing in hand-to-hand combat, she could still push herself to her limits and come out on top!

Michiko began to focus her energy on her quirk, as Jetsam struggled underneath her. As soon as her quirk began its nullification, she saw the startled look in his dark eyes, and winced slightly in sympathy. She had been told that her quirk was a bit unpleasant to the target; with the process feeling not unlike having your blood drawn through your whole body.

As her quirk took effect, the copious amount of smoke around them began to disappear, once again fully revealing them to the crowd of spectators around the stadium. As her own vision began to clear she was startled to find them lying at the edge of the arena; if they had tussled a bit further out they would have been out of bounds.

Jetsam followed her gaze to the boundary line, and his jaw tightened as his face flushed a dull purple. Was it anger at his predicament?

“I’m very sorry about this, Miss Michi,” he gurgled apologetically, as the last of his quirk bubbled from his mouth into a viscous oil that was spat out onto Michiko’s face.

With a shout of surprise, Michiko’s grip loosened enough for the slick oils still coating Jetsam’s arms to allow him to escape her grasp. Vision impared by the pollution covering her forehead and dripping into her eyes and nose, Michiko was unable to dodge the hefty push against her chest as Jetsam scrambled away from her touch, getting onto his feet. It was only for a moment, but it was enough for his quirk to return in full force.

“Again, words cannot express how sorry I am for doing that.” Jetsam called out to her, although his speech was hard to make out with the thick pollutants leaking from his mouth.

Michiko shot up from the floor, furiously wiping at her face to clear it of the oil. Once her vision returned, she turned to face Jetsam. The two ran at each other, trading blows and each trying to grapple the other into submission. The build-up of tar and oils worked as a double edged sword; Jetsam easily slipped from Michi’s grasp, but she also used that to her advantage to slide out of the way of his attacks.

Then, there it was: that single, gleaming moment where Michiko could see the exhaustion, see Jetsam’s attention waning as the fight dragged on for just a bit too long. Right there! He was right by the boundary line, and had miscalculated a move that left him off-balance and vulnerable.

‘Sorry Jetsam,’ Michiko thought as she built momentum for her final blow, ‘but I am grateful for this amazing fight!’

Just as her victorious punch was about to make contact with Jetsam’s awaiting back, she felt herself freeze, involuntarily. Her arm was stuck in position, unable to move. She tried shifting her feet, but to no avail. Her whole body was frozen in place, like some sort of statue!

After a brief moment of panic, Michiko quickly realized what was happening. The tar. The tar Jetsam had been producing. He had mixed it with all the other pollutants as they fought, and as she was coated throughout the battle, the tar was turning thicker and thicker, until it encased her whole body into a stiff, immovable statue.

She struggled, trying to thrash her way out of the viscous black coffin, but to no avail. She could no longer continue fighting. She had lost.

The crowd burst into cheers and jeers as they realized that the match had been settled, the announcer calling out “AND THE WINNER IS, JETSAM KISA!”

As soon as the decision was announced, Michiko felt the tar slide off her body, like showering off a thick coating of muck, until only black stains remained on her body and clothing.

Jetsam sheepishly looked over at her, hand anxiously scratching at the back of his neck.

“So… that was really, really gross. I’m so sorry. But you were incredible! You almost had me so many times!!” Jetsam babbled out, getting more and more flustered as he continued. “I understand if you’re upset, but we promised we wouldn’t hold back and-”

“That was a great match! I had such a good time, and you really tested out my limits!” Michiko interrupted, smiled brightly at him as she held out her hand for him to shake. “But I’m warning you, next time I’ll be the one to come out on top!”

Jetsam smiled softly as he took her hand and reciprocated the shake.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#this was the first time i have ever written a fight scene!!#i hope it turned out well... again sorry for the length lmaooo #michiko #jetsam #bnha oc comeback #sports event

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 3 years ago

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More than a mistake...

WARNING: This Chapter contains some heavy violence and graphic imagery and excessive child abuse imagery. You have been warned.

*BZZZRT*

*The intercom to Makoto’s apartment buzzes, and he goes to the door.

Who is it?

Munakata: It’s me. Please open the door.

Oh.

*Makoto opens the door and let’s Munakata in.

Hey.

Hi. Didn’t expect to see you again so soon.

Hey, is that Munakata?

Hello Aoi Asahina.

What brings you back here so soon?

No reason in particular. I was popping by to receive an update on the situation we found ourselves in before.

Sorry for prying, but I figured I should play a more active role. I informed Byakuya Togami about what was going on here upon my return to the Future Foundation.

And? What did he say?

The same thing as you really. It definitely sounds like there’s some illicit affairs going on behind the scenes, but we don’t have any evidence.

What about you two?

Nothing much. We’ve seen the kid, Kazuki, around a few times, but he’s never actually stopped to speak with us.

In fact, every time he sees Makoto or I, he runs away...

We can’t even hear his voice through the walls. I only ever hear Mrs Watanabe and her boyfriend.

Did you contact Kazuki Watanabe’s father?

I did...

[Flashback]

*Makoto talks with Blaise over the phone.

Blaise: You’re saying Kazuki doesn’t look well?

And from how things seem he hasn’t for a while. Sorry it took me so long to update you, but I’ve had my hands tied in recent months.

Blaise: That’s understandable.

But it’s not just that. He was acting a bit different too, almost as if he was trying to avoid me.

To be honest, I think it’s best that you come over and give him a visit.

Blaise: *sigh* My hands are similarly tied, and I won’t be able to get there until the weekend, but I’ll pack up and head over as soon as I can.

Good. I’ll see you shortly.

*He hangs up.

The weekend is tomorrow, no? Then he should be here relatively soon.

I’m hoping so. The more I have to sit on this situation, the less I like it.

Anyways, would like something to drink while you’re here? Or...do you want to stay over?

Oh, no, that won’t be necessary. A drink yes please, but I won’t stay for long. Besides, it doesn’t look like there’s enough room in this apartment for more than two people.

You’ve got a point. Here, I’ll make us some tea.

Wait...aren’t we out of teabags?

Oooh...shoot. You’re right...

No problem. I’ll go get us some more.

Are you sure?

Please, it’s no trouble at all.

I really appreciate that. Hold on though. Hina likes a pretty specific brand, so make sure you get the right one.

Hey, you don’t get to tell him that!

What brand?

*Hina tells Munakata what brand of tea she likes.

Um...I’ve never heard of that brand.

Ugh! I’ll just come with you!

Makoto, hold down the fort until we get back. We won’t be long.

Copy that...

*Munakata and Hina leave to go get tea bags and other stuff from a nearby convinience store, while Makoto paces back and forth his apartment, thinking to himself. He at one point instinctively looks up at the clock on his wall.

Munakata came round pretty late...Knowing him, it doesn’t seem likely he was here for a cup of tea and a chat.

...

I wonder if he’s acting under orders or if he came here of his own volition...It’s not my place to pry, but still.

*KER-CHUNK!*

Huh?

*Makoto suddenly hears a noise outside his apartment. He pokes open the door.

That sounded like someone filling the washing machine? Who’d do that at this time of night?

*Curiosity getting the better of him, Makoto pokes his head out of the door and looks out onto the floor.

Kazuki’s Mother: Ooh! Ooh! Run the wash cycle!

Lover: Yeah! Hahaha!

Mrs Watanabe and her lover? What are they doing?

*A strangely suspicious feeling of dread rising up from within him, Makoto spies on the two from his doorway.

Lover: Alright, I’m switchin’ it on!

*Watanabe’s lover switches the wash cycle on, and the machine starts to make a very violent banging noise as it fills up and starts to spin.

(What the hell are they washing? Wait...is that...?)

*The feeling of dread suddenly reaches it’s zenith within Makoto, when suddenly he hears a noise come from inside of the machine...

???: NO! HELP! STOP! LET ME OUT! SOMEONE SAVE MEEE!!

...!!!!??

(No...No way...)

(You’ve gotta be kidding me...! KAZUKI’S IN THERE!?)

Watanabe’s Lover: Man, I really wish we could see the inside right about now, heheh!

Kazuki’s Mother: Yeah, haha!

*CRASH!*

Kazuki’s Mother: What the hell!?

!!!!!!!!!

*Makoto practically launches himself out of his apartment, with such a force that the front door flies right off it’s hinges!

Lover: Who the fuck are you!? What the hell are you doing, breaking down the doors!?

!!!!!!!!

Lover: Huh!?? WH-WHAT!!??

*Kazuki’s Mother and her lover become terrified, as Makoto ducks down and runs full tilt sprint straight at them, his fist clenched tighter than the skin of a gooseberry.

Lover: D-Dude! No!! HOLD ON!!! WHAT THE HE-

RAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!

*SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!!*

Kazuki’s Mother: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

*The situation happens so quickly. Makoto reels back and runs his fist into Watanabe’s Lover so hard, the left hand side of his jaw completely shatters!

Lover: Nah! NAH! NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

*And on top of that, he goes hurtling off the third floor of the apartment, and falls a long, long way to the ground!

GRGH!

*Wasting no time and not dwelling on it for even a moment, Makoto smacks the washing machine’s buttons and immediately stops the wash cycle. He yanks the roof of the machine off and reaches inside.

KAZUKI! Are you alright!?

*With some combined effort, Makoto lifts Kazuki Watanabe out of the machine.

*cough!* *cough!* M-Mr Naegi...

KAZUKI! I-I’m so glad you’re ok!

*Teary-eyed, Makoto yanks the young boy into a hug. Kazuki is dripping wet, and had Makoto arrived any later, he very well may have drowned.

I’m so sorry...! I’m so sorry I took so long! I-It’s gonna be ok!

M-Mr Naegi...! I-I’m so sorry...!

Kazuki’s Mother: M-Monster....! MONSTEEERRR!!!

...!

*Makoto pulls Kazuki out of the machine and sets him down on the ground.

Kazuki...can you be a good boy for me please?

Y-Yes sir?

Listen very carefully...I want you to turn around, face the wall, close your eyes and cover your ears...

You’re not gonna like what’s about to happen...

O-Ok!

*Kazuki does as he’s told. And Makoto turns menacingly towards Kazuki’s mother.

Monster am I? That’s pretty rich coming from you.

Kazuki’s Mother: G-G-Get away from me!!!

You know I really was starting to regain my faith in humanity...I thought people like you had become pretty few and far between...

But I see the world can’t be what it is without corruption. So let me ask you this...

As a despicable woman, who exploited and cheated on her husband, abused and very nearly killed your own son, whom you kept around just for money, as well as a list of other offenses...

Give me one good reason why I should be merciful to you...?

Kazuki’s Mother: Wh-What!?

Come on...Clock’s ticking...10...9...

Kazuki’s Mother: Y-You’re insane! YOU’RE A PSYCHO! I’M CALLING THE POLICE!

8...7...6...5...

Kazuki’s Mother: N-No...Please...a-are you...going to kill me!?

4...3...

Kazuki’s Mother: Please! I beg of you! D-DON’T HURT ME! I-I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!

2...1...

Kazuki’s Mother: PLEAAAAAAASSSEE!!!!

...

Sorry...but begging for your life isn’t an excuse...at least not as far as I’m concerned...

Kazuki’s Mother: Ah-!?

...Zero...

*What ensues for Kazuki’s mother...is the traumatic beatdown of a lifetime.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa 3 #dr3 #danganronpa blowback #drb #danganronpa new world order #drnwo #makoto naegi #aoi asahina #kyosuke munakata #kazuki watanabe #blaise nwo #fall of the future foundation arc

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dawn-of-tomorrow · 3 years ago

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shoutout to @punishing-gray-raven-ocs for this ask game!! (didin't expect to be tagged with one so soon lolol but i'm overjoyed~~ ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡❤️❤️)

1) What made you even think of trying Punishing Gray Raven? What made you stick with it?

Funny story actually-- I've long heard about PGR, way back when it was first released even, but I just didn't give it a chance back then mainly because it was in CN and I couldn't understand shit (rather ironic given how I am now lmao).

As for why I decided fairly recently, a couple of months give or take, to give PGR a shot? It's mainly due to the fact that I heard that the Global version would be out very soon, so I thought why not dive into what I've missed so far... not knowing that I'd become THIS obsessed with the game, aha~.

The most obvious thing that made me stick to this game are the interesting cast of characters, the "fun" story, the amazing yet simple game mechanics, and etc. etc.

2) What problems, if any, do you have with PGR?

Honestly speaking, the thing that most VEXES me at the moment about PGR, specifically PGR Global, is the wonky translations. It feels like a group of half-assed fan translators and one official translator who's not doing a good enough job with reigning everyone in instead of feeling like a group of professional translators who know what they're doing. Hell, I've seen better translations from some of my twitter mutuals!

3) Who is your favorite Construct, and why?

Lee. There's no question about it, Lee is my most favorite Construct at the moment (and forever perhaps ohoho~). As for why, god, hold that mic for a bit, I'm gonna go on a fucking rant. Ehem.

First of all, let's start with the most basic of things, like his appearances; As Palefire, he looks like this suave, very aloof, super serious, unapproachable, and "gets shit done efficiently" type of person, and while that description certainly isn't wrong, it's also hiding more layers of Lee's overall personality; as Entropy, he certainly looks and feels bit more casual than before, along with feeling somewhat more, even if a tiny bit, more honest with his feelings and easier to approach than before.

Despite being a serious, no-nonsense, grumpy guy, he's prone to occasionally quip and snark at anyone at their own expense especially if they get on his nerves (see his interactions with Kamui, not even the Commandant is spared from this!). He's also not as cold and distant as he may come across, given that, early on, he quite literally jumps in front of Liv to take a hit that was meant for her with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever, he's almost always the first person to make comments on the Commandant's state as well as express his undiluted feelings (though not without hiding it on occasion behind anger/annoyance, thus making it a case of "anger born from worry").

You can also easily tell if you pay close enough attention to his dialogue and actions that he's not good with expressing his true feelings even to the people he cares about (thankfully Murray, Skk, Lucia, Liv, Kamui, etc. can usually pick up on what he really wants to say), is the type to often be misunderstood due to him being the kind of person who believes in "actions speak louder than words", that he's used to taking care of others instead of prioritizing himself even to his own detriment; while making it clear that he prefers to think and act in a logical and practical manner, he's not exempt to having emotions/feelings, as such, he can be pretty empathetic towards other people even if he doesn't look like it (he's even the first one in the Gray Raven squad to point out WHY EXACTLY the people they come across in Echo Aria refuse to leave their homes even with high risk of the Red Tide washing everything away, and fully understanding as well as getting it).

Alrighty I'm gonna cut that segment short now before this becomes too long for anyone to read through, ehe~!

4) What made you think of designing PGR OCs, instead of making yourself into a self-insert?

.... Actually, truth be told, both of my Skks are, in some way, self-inserts~. It's just that they start out as one before eventually developing into their own characters with only hints/traces of their self-insert origin. Though my Construct OCs are definitely not self-inserts, that much I can certainly say so!

I made them mainly because I really enjoyed the official cast so much I wanted to make characters that would get to interact with them somehow, though I take great care in making sure they aren't TOO out of character with how they're canonically portrayed.

5) What's your thought process behind creating your OCs?

Honestly, it usually starts of something like this--

"lol wouldn't it be funny if I made this type of character? Oooh, what if they interacted with this character? Or this character? Or that character? Let's see, what's missing... Backstory and profile, check. Appearance, I'll sketch one in a bit. Hmmm... I know! *drowns the OC in mountains load of angst*"

6) What's your favorite chapter from the main story?

If I'm limited to talking only about the main chapters currently released on Global then it would have to be Fallen Star, mainly because it's Watanabe's time to shine~. (*´∀｀*)

However, if we were to look at the overall chapters, then, I would have to say Imprisoned Sight.

7) What do you think of the new Liv shown in the latest stream? Where do you think the story is going with her? What do you think happened to Gray Raven?

With Liv, I have a really bad and somber feeling about what Kuro Game has in store for her, given how she looks almost complete different than what she's looked so far, as well as the vibe her new look gives off.

Fuck, I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to thanos snap her memories away as well like they did with Lucia, or worse, infect her with the Punishing and turn her into an actual enemy (for a while before we get her back).

As for Gray Raven, considering what happened at the end of Evernight Beat, wherein the Skk is in a fucking coma with a chunk of the Mother Structure lodged in their abdomen, while Lee and Lucia are in repairs along with Liv, and, if I recall correctly, the Merciful One managed to reach Babylonia and is now onboard the space station as well-- I have a feeling that the despairing Liv will be approached by her and be given a new frame.

8) Have you seen the animated shorts? What do you think of them?

If you're talking about the Panini anime then yes, I've watched them already! Still ripping my insides open from laughter everytime I watch them lol. Favorite episode has got to be the toilet episode, next to that would be the episode where Chrome takes Kamui to Karenina and Liv for training.

9) So do Constructs eat or not? (I'm really confused, especially since I saw Karenina sipping a drink in one of the shorts)

Oh they most certainly can! Fuck, it's even explicitly stated that Camu likes to eat and sample foods whenever he can (revealed in his secrets, as well as his affection stories).

As Camu explains, while they don't get nutrients from human food, they most certainly can still enjoy them and use them as a type of fuel.

10) Do you think Kamui and/or Camu will be a really pivotal plot device at some point, considering how the information on Kamui is so top secret?

Hmmmm.... unless the story at that point is revolving around Kurono Ops and how shady they're being, then personally speaking, the chances are slim.

11) Do you think, at any point, any of the Gray Ravens will die off?

Naaaaaah. They won't do that. Sure, they TECHNICALLY killed off Lucia, but she's still "alive" in a sense, so it both counts and doesn't count.

Besides, sometimes death isn't the worse thing you can inflict on someone/a character~.

12) Who is your least favorite Construct, and why?

I don't really hate/dislike any of the Constructs if I'm being honest. Though I hate how shitty of a unit Sophia is, and that it's kinda pitiful that she's become even more useless now that the new S-Liv is here; but I am in no way saying you should stop using her, keep using Sophia if you really like her! It's your choice after all, and I'm not about to contest you on that part, after all, everyone's enjoyment is subjective.

13) What part of PGR's lore really holds your attention?

The part of the lore that really holds my attention are the characters, and seeing how they react and act to the situations happening to and around them, especially concerning the Punishing and forces out of their control~.

#punishing gray raven #pgr #战双帕弥什 #戰雙帕彌什 #パニシング #パニシンググレイレイヴン #mun speaks #mun yasu #mun ramblings #ask game #ask #ask box #ask box open

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lockdownfest · 5 years ago

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Lock Down Fest Masterpost PART I (20-30 March)

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feed me just enough that i’ll never need a cage by Cunninglinguist. (E) 7.4k, Tom Blake/William Schofield. “Come on.” Sco stops walking, runs a hand over the faintest marking on a tree trunk. “It’s just a little farther now.” “I’m coming.” Tom huffs a sigh, yanking his shotgun strap over his shoulder so the barrel lands in his hands. They’ve been on the road for nearly a week now, an unfortunate consequence of their last shelter getting swarmed by an army of dead ones. Though skinning rabbits to eat over hastily made fires and taking turns sleeping against trees, spending the days and nights consumed with fear, and jumping each time a stick cracked were hardly desirable circumstances, it certainly wasn’t their longest or harshest stint on the run. They had endured worse, by far, and Tom had no doubt that this particular stretch of time would come to an end when Sco said it would. He knows the way, he always knows the way. Plus, Tom wouldn’t want to spend this time with anyone else in the entire world.

If The World Was Ending by RisingShadows. (not rated) 3.7k, Tom Blake/William Schofield. When a dangerous virus begins spreading across the country William Schofield and Tom Blake quickly find themselves the last two standing of the team working in their lab.

AKB48

#unmeida by summoninglupine. (G), 788 words. Sashihara Rino/Watanabe Mayu, Kashiwagi Yuki/Watanabe Mayu. Ready for an all-girl vacation in Okinawa, Watanabe Mayu doesn't see why she has to be the one to nursemaid their sick tour guide. Things would be different, she is sure, if Yuki was there!

ALL FOR THE GAME

I see truth somewhere in your eyes by DeyaAmaya. (M) 2.8k, Kevin Day/Thea Muldani, Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, other background relationships. In a moment of insanity, Kevin decides to check Instagram. In the multitude of inane celebrity posts telling the mass people to stay home, he finds a lovely, recent photography of Thea. Someone from their College took it. The lighting perfectly captured the dried tear tracks down her unmoving face. Kevin disregards the emotional caption and instead checks the date. 18 March, the night he- (The night he thought he had a hallucination.)

Quarantine and exy by Fornavn. FANART. (G) 116 words, Andrew/Neil. The monsters is stuck at home while coved-19 is terrorizing the world. They are bored.

ANNE OF GREEN GABLES

Alone and in a Circumstance by middlemarch. (T) 700 words, Gilbert Blythe/Anne Shirley, Marilla Cuthbert & Anne Shirley, Diana Barry & Anne Shirley. Anne had a key, so she let herself in, quiet as a mouse, arms laden with bags from the market. Her sophomore class's papers on A Tale of Two Cities were poking out almost jauntily from the quilted bag Diana got her for her birthday.

AVENGERS ASSEMBLE

Worry by Neverever. (T) 2.4k, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark. During the pandemic, Steve wants help the best he can but immuno-compromised Tony worries about his company and his health.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Poetry and Plants by the_many_splendored. (T) 1.9k, Adam/Belle. It's amazing how much you can open up to a person when you're locked in a bookstore reading together.

BELLEVUE

Knives and Lighters by goreds. (M) 2.1k, Annie Ryder/Peter Welland. Annie Ryder finds herself in Bellevue's psychiatric hospital. She pretends to tolerate the whole experience, even if she really hates it. When a new, quiet guy comes to the ward, though, she finds herself intrigued.

BLACK SAILS

If this is Our Last Night by remuirius. (E) 2.3k, Captain Flint/John Silver. Silver and Flint are locked up together on the Walrus. Certain of their looming death at an enraged crew’s hands, Silver finds the courage to do things he’d only dreamed of until now.

BLACKKKLANSMAN

Someone Like Him by cowboykylux. (M) 2.2k, Flip Zimmerman/Reader. 'If there was one thing true more than anything else about all the reasons you loved him, it was that once your husband had his heart set on something, he was going to accomplish it.' Or, a sudden snow-storm cancels your plans for a date, and Flip Zimmerman decides that nothing, not even snow, will get in the way of treating you to something special.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Tell me it won’t always be this hard by Graendal. (T) 4.3k, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto. He’d met Midoriya a few months ago during a field trip to the library. The kids had adored him, of course, even the ones who were usually shy about participating in new activities. Midoriya had a way of projecting a sense of all-encompassing safety and comfort with just his smile.Shouto had adored him too, maybe, even back then. A silly crush that had only grown during every subsequent field trip — which is truly absurd, considering the vast majority of their interactions at the time consisted of occasional eye contact while singing children’s songs.But now that they’ve spent hours talking almost every day for the past few weeks… calling it a silly crush might be an understatement. The idea that he’s actually been able to help Midoriya through this is inordinately pleasing.If there’s a silver lining to this at all — for him personally, at least — it’s that he’d seen Midoriya’s post requesting a virtual board game buddy. And that Midoriya is a patient enough person to teach Shouto how to play everything from scratch. He’d actually seemed excited at the opportunity.Maybe the opportunity for any sort of ongoing social interaction is worthy of excitement. These are strange times.

CALL THE MIDWIFE

Sanctuary (In Each Other) by WednesdayGilfillian. (T) 2.6k, Bernadette-Shelagh Turner/Patrick Turner. Set during the Christmas Special in S2. Specifically, during the unsettled night that Shelagh turned up on Patrick's doorstep.

CAPTIVE PRINCE

When We Went from Strangers to This by Aerica_Menai. (T) 3.5k, Damen/Laurent. Laurent is really sick, and decides to shut himself in his apartment and deal with it alone. His downstairs neighbor, Damen, gets worried enough to check on him, which went just fine - and then Damen got himself locked in. Featuring Star Trek TOS, coming outs both accidental and intentional, and Damen being his usual sunshine puppy self.

DCU

would you lie with me by Glove23. (G) 660 words, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne. Bruce catches a virus, and Diana and Clark come to help him.

DEADPOOL/SPIDERMAN

Avengers Monopoly by MsCaptainWinchester. (E) 1.4k, PeterParker/Wade Wilson, James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers. The Avengers are quarantined in Avengers Tower, and Peter and Wade see this as the perfect opportunity to try the new Avengers Monopoly set. They have their own house rules for property negotiation. No one told Tony. Oops?

omg they were quarantined by Jdragon122, LunaStories. (M) 2.6k, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson. Spidey has a cold and Deadpool, being the sexy boyfriend he is, goes to take care of his baby boy. But they're under quarantine and oh no, there's no more lube? What should they do?

Superheroes Don’t Get Scared by DefendersofMCUniverse. (T) 3.6k, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson. Peter, fresh out of college, gets invited to the tower to stay in one of the guest floors that has been left unoccupied for some time since the previous tenant ‘hero’ decided to leave for unknown reasons. Of course, a few weeks into living there and getting into a routine, the last hero pops onto his balcony. Peter offers for him to stay on his old floor because the dude looks like he could use a familiar place, and also dude is kinda terrifying, and like hell he is gonna admit that to the other heroes in the tower.

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Games. Family. Love. by heizl, NickEllis1314. (G) 1.8k, Carl Manfred & Markus. Because of some rebellious protesters, Androids, and owners of said Androids, were ordered to stay inside. It'd been a long day of restlessness, and boredom, and Markus was almost genuinely excited to get Carl to bed so it could all finally be over. Carl wasn't exactly tired yet though, so they reminiscence for awhile.

DOCTOR WHO

What We Did During Our Quarantine by badxwolfxrising. (M) 4.6k WIP, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler. Rose and the Metacrisis Doctor return to Torchwood from Bad Wolf Bay and are placed in a mandatory 72 hour quarantine. However will they pass the time? }:-)

DRAGON AGE II

shaking fingers, open palms by asexualf. (T) 2.4k, Fenris/Merrill. Kirkwall has issued her people remain in their homes until the sickness overtaking the city is gone. As always, the Alienage suffers the most under this new rule - and those who enforce it.

EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES

Three in a room by Tagus Knoll. (T, Underage) 4.6k, Kazuto/Darius Maynor/Chester Hayes. When Kazuto finds out they all have to be in the same room, he didn't expect that Chester, Darius and him end up dating.

FALL OUT BOY

‘Cause Everything Else is a Substitute for your Love by PadawanRyan. (G) 1.9k, Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz. Patrick and Pete are each self-isolating with their kids during the coronavirus pandemic but well, Patrick’s in Chicago and Pete’s in LA.

quarantine, or: how to land a boyfriend in 14 days by TooRational. (T) 6k, Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz. Patrick turns his head in Pete's direction and sees him, Patrick sees him, and his frown goes up a notch, and a fisted hand settles on one hip in that typical Patrick-is-a-grandma-pose, and Pete grins and runs full-tilt into Patrick's arms, disbalancing them both until they slam into the side of the house, tangled and half-frozen and definitely soon-to-be-bruised. He interrupts whatever rant Patrick had prepared that starts with 'you idiot' by tucking his frozen nose into Patrick's neck and sucking the warm air coming from Patrick's skin into greedy lungs, and grins even wider when Patrick yelps, offended as he always is by a breach of his personal space.

FIRE EMBLEM SERIES

Shelter from the Storm by Dameceles. (T) 4k, Elincia Ridell Crimea/Tibarn. It's a dark and stormy night when Elincia lends aid to Tibarn. He wants to return the favor, but she doesn’t have wings.

FRONTIER

Fever 1793 by goreds. (M, MCD) 2k, Samuel Grant, Cobb Ponds. Cobbs Pond and Samuel Grant experience the yellow fever epidemic in Philadelphia, 1793. One of them gets better.

FROZEN

It all comes out in the wash by middlemarch. (G) 1.1k, Anna/Kristoff. She'd knocked. Really, she had. It was their en suite bathroom, the room he said was over-the-top and extravagant and aggressively tiled, so it wasn't exactly her fault that she'd effectively barged in on him.

GAME OF THRONES

The Luckiest Man in the Whole F***ing World by OrangeTabby. (M) 7.2k, Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark. Sandor Clegane is in isolation at home after picking up the virus in the line of duty. Luckily, he’s got his cat for company and plenty of rubbish TV to stream. Then Stranger decided to go next door for a visit…. A story about friendship, food, romance and dubious television. And a pandemic.

GARGOYLES

Cabin Holiday by Isimile. (M) 1.2k, David Xanatos/Janine “Fox” Xanatos, Owen Burnett/ David Xanatos/Janine “Fox” Xanatos. After everything that happened, they decide to spend a week away in a cabin, to relax and to perhaps talk about their relationship. They're unexpectedly snowed in, which triggers memories of the Unseelie War.

GILMORE GIRLS

How dare the robins sing by middlemarch. (T) 900 words, Rory Gilmore/Jess Mariano, Dean Forester/Rory Gilmore, Dean Forester & Jess Mariano, Luke Danes & Jess Mariano. The two of them, the diner, for how long? At least the coffee shipment had made it in time. What he wouldn't have given for a fifth of Jack-- or anyone else. Literally, anyone.

HAIKYUU!!

Anchor by farfetched. (G) 5.3k, Semi Eita/Tendou Satori. Spreading their arms out either side of them, they stare at the ceiling. This is pulling on them in so many ways they didn't expect; laying here, on Tendou's floor, in Tendou's clothes, right down to their underwear because who expects a lockdown to get enforced overnight? They didn't bring anything much. They should have. They ought to chance going home. But they can't, so they don't. Home is an empty place right now anyway, and here there is food and laughter and music and in between all that is their realisation that they're not so over this Tendou thing after all.

Lockdown by needles. (T) 1.5k, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru. You never know what will escape from a box when you open it, just ask Pandora. For some it may be a disaster, for Iwaizumi could it be a golden opportunity?

Lockdown With A Fox by runningfromrealitytoanime. (T) 4.1k, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi. Sakusa Kiyomi was a very careful person when it came to cleanliness so what happens if a certain setter with no sense of hygiene crashes at his place when Japan goes under a 2 week lockdown period?

HANNIBAL

Crumbles of unfulfilled expectations by Cinnamaldeide. (M) 11.9k, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter and other multi. Collection of ficlets of the length of a tweet or two ❀

Professor Graham’s Cheekbones Hotty & Extraordinary Foodie Husband by TheSilverQueen. (T) 3.3k, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter. Online classes due to the quarantine are Professor Graham's students learn that: 1) Professor Graham has a cute dog; 2) Professor Graham is married; and 3) Professor Graham's husband is smoking hot.

HARRY POTTER

A Long Night on The Bus by CuriousEmWanders. (E) 3.5k, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. In which Draco & Harry are Auror partners stuck on a bus overnight. Draco has some memories that cause him to make some choices. Smut ensues, obviously.

A Pandemic by Theodore_Writes. (T) 611 words WIP, Luna Lovegood & Weasley Family. A new strain of Dragon Pox breaks out becoming a global pandemic. Many were unaware due to Fudge covering it up in an attempt to look better as a minister but when Xenophilius Malfoy/Lovegood reveals to his long time friend Arthur Weasley about what is happening around the world the entire Weasley family is horrified and takes immediate action. This is the story of what happens when a pandemic hits the Magical and Muggle world's.

A Welcome Distraction by MaesterChill. (E) 2.9k, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Draco and Harry get trapped in a Ministry lift. Whatever shall they do to distract themselves?

An Intangible Embrace by Drarrelie. (G) 365 words, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Harry is bored. Thank Merlin his husband had finally agreed to start using Muggle mobiles after Score was born, or he would've surely gone mad now.

And on the Seventh Day... by slytherco. FANART. (T) 0 words, During an Auror raid, Harry and Draco are separated from their partners and end up being hunted by the wrong people. Desperate times require desperate measures, so both men are sent to an unmarked location where a temporary safe house was set up for them. Stuck for Merlin knows how long, they have plenty of time to examine their turbulent relationship.

“Are you sure you know how to play that?” by julchen_in_red. FANART. (G) 0 words, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Harry and Draco offer comfort and entertainment to their neighborhood under lockdown by performing a traditional wizards' evening ballad on their balcony.

Better Side of the Bed by gnarf. (T) 2k, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. It was all Malfoy's fault. Harry could be at the Burrow right now, but instead he was trapped in Malfoy's tiny flat. All because that dick couldn't stop bothering him about a stupid life debt he didn't even care about.

Breaking Point by Drarrelie. (T) 365 words, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. After almost two years as Auror partners, they've learned to function quite well together most of the time. Right now, though, Malfoy seems to be more on edge than ever.

Civil Hands (Unclean) by p1013. (E) 8.5k, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. While he and Malfoy reached something like a truce in the years between the end of the War and now, their Quidditch rivalry has only grown. And with it, a simmering tension that is absolutely not sexual, no matter how many times Hermione raises her eyebrow when Harry's drinking at her and Ron's house. Not even when his head is resting on the kitchen table next to his empty glass, and he's moaning about Draco bloody Malfoy, and his bloody perfect seat on a broom, and his bloody perfect technique.But as Harry stares over his teammates heads towards the Puddlemere United bench, he catches a flash of wet white-blond hair and flashing grey eyes, and he thinks that Hermione's eyebrow might have a point.

Conservation for Beginners by Aneiria. (E) 4.6k, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger didn't think twice about taking guardianship of Hoddholm Island for the summer. A deserted, peaceful island among the endangered Golden Snidgets is just what she needs to escape the anxieties that the end of the war brought with it. When Draco Malfoy arrives as the other guardian and they are left to themselves for a month, they both seem to be struggling in their own ways. Can they be there for each other when they most need it?

Exposure by Bridgette_Hayden. (M) 2.6k, Harry Potter/Severus Snape. Snape and Harry volunteer to quarantine themselves for charity, and to comfort the world. Isolation leaves them feeling exposed.

Flames by Aneiria. (E) 3.9k, Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott. The whole of the Ministry of Magic and its workers are forced into an in-place lockdown quarantine following a magical accident at the DMLE. When Hermione Granger and Theo Nott are put into isolation away from their boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, how will the triad cope?

G Guess I'm Stuck With You by LittleSixx. (T) 4k, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy. Draco and Hermione are stuck in a Ministry lift on New Year's Eve.

In a Week by Suchsmallhands. (M, MCD) 12.4k, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin. Sirius goes under quarantine in his flat, but fortunately he was able to get some reading material and a friend to keep him occupied during isolation.

Into the Wine Cellar by vivi1138. (E) 2.5k, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Harry should know better than to touch random objects that do not belong to him. Getting stuck in a cellar with Malfoy, of all people, leads to an interesting development.

Lockdown with the Malfoys by a_reader_and_writer. (G) 1.2k, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy. Dracos's parents are just visiting Harry and Draco for their weekly dinner when the Ministry of Magic announces a total lockdown. Awkward situations happen.

Lockdown Husband by Houseofmalfoy. (T) 4.7k, Rodolphus Lestrange/Augustus Rookwood. "Got ready to leave after a hook-up for the guy to break the news that we’re on lockdown. We’re stuck together. this is the start of my bad rom-com."

Risk and Reward by nagemeikenu. (G) 2.6k, Rodolphus Lestrange/Augustus Rookwood. Augustus (Gus) Rookwood manages to survive completely alone in a burned down cabin for nearly three weeks. He's rescued by a gorgeous state trooper. Fluff ensues.

She’s A Rainbow by Ladderofyears. (M) 4.8k, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Draco never dreamt that he'd have to give birth without Harry, but when his beloved husband is put under MACUSA quarantine, he finds that he doesn't have a choice. With all the bravery he can muster, the best friend in the whole world and a pilfered magic mirror, Draco discovers that hope can be found even when you least expect it.

Stay with me through the storm by Pinkelephant42. FANART. (NR) 23 words, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Dragon Keeper Draco finds ways to keep his boyfriend Harry on the dragon retreat longer. Harry probably doesn’t mind.

Ten below and falling by agentmoppet. (E) 8.6k, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. In which a pandemic results in Harry being locked in the Astronomy tower with Malfoy while they struggle to find the cure.

The Question of When by Misdemeanor1331. (G) 5.3k, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy. When a global pandemic emerges, Draco and Hermione are once again called upon to discover a vaccine.

Unlikely Quarantine fellows by Isimile. (T) 861 words, Neville Longbottom & Blaise Zabini. Neville and Blaise are quarantined together following an accident in their potions class and they get talking.

HAWAII FIVE-O

Spring Break by stephmex. (T) 3.5k, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams. Danny had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, ever since the Christmas holidays when he had planned the Spring Break vacation together with Grace. But as much as he’d been looking forward to it, boarding the plane with Charlie's small hand grasped tightly in his own feels slightly off. One thing feeling off is this stupid new virus that you just can’t ignore because the news coverage is all over the place. The other thing feeling off goes by the name of Steve—and Danny is leaving him behind with insomnia and a concussion and the sure knowledge that there is something that Steve is not telling him.

HOUSE OF CARDS

Skilled Hands and Talented Tongues by goreds. (M) 1.2k, Remy Danton/Jackie Sharp/Alan Cooke. Frank Underwood's made enemies, so it's no surprise that Jackie Sharp and Remy Danton get locked down due to a threat during one of their meetings at the White House. But Alan Cooke's there too, which just creates a brand new dynamic.

Isolated by Slashaddict96. (T) 1.3k, Connor Bowers/Richie Tozier. Richie and his parents get stuck isolated at the hospital when a dangerous outbreak occurs. What's worse it's with his least favorite person

IWATOBI SWIM CLUB (MAZE RUNNER CROSSOVER)

Free from the Maze by runningfromrealitytoanime. (Graphic Depictions of Violence, MCD). 33k, WIP, Gen. Haru finds himself without his memories except for his name before he was chucked into the Glade populated entirely by boys. As he tries to make sense of his new life amongst the Gladers, Haru realizes there is only one goal in mind: to run and escape the Maze.

KINGSMAN

Rarely Pure and Never Simple by andthenshesaid-write. (T) 2.3k, Harry Hart/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin. Eggsy and Harry get stuck in a train. Some important things need to be said.

LITTLE WOMEN

a party hardly ever goes the way it is planned by middlemarch. (G) 900 words, Theodore Laurence/Amy March, Friedrich Bhaer/Josephine March. Teddy had written she must come. He had run out of arguments.

Distances by MercuryGray. (G) 1.5k WIP, John Brooke/Margaret March. A Modern March AU - In the midst of global pandemic, the March and Brooke families are trying hold it together.

MCU

Bracing by babywarg. (G) 2.5k, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange. In which Tony Stark makes a few declarations in response to a disease outbreak, and brooks no dissent.

Must Love Dogs (Right Here at the End of the Line) by bookjunkiecat. (G) 2.3k, Bucky & PTSD, Bucky & Pal (dog), Bucky & Steve. During the virus pandemic, an already fragile Bucky has to venture out to pick up more of his very necessary meds. Returning home, he has a panic attack and retreats into an alley. While there he rescues a dog...or rather, the dog rescues him. Once he calms down, Bucky calls a veternarian's office, and reaches a warm, calm man named Steve.

Take Two by heyjupiter. (T) 14.1k, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark. When Tony Stark is injured in Afghanistan, he wakes up in captivity to find that a mysterious American doctor has plugged his heart into a car battery and saved his life. Tony is determined to repay the favor; when he escapes from the Ten Rings, he's taking Bruce Banner with him.

MERCY STREET

I took my Power in my hand by middlemarch. (G) 1.9k, Jedediah Foster/Mary Phinney. It wouldn't do to consider just what it was that had spilled. It was war, it was a kitchen with a corrupt steward, it was a rapidly warming April in Virginia and the man she wasn't supposed to have any finer feelings for was looking at her quizzically.

MERLIN

Merlin Versus Quarantine by coconutknightshade. (T) 1.3k WIP, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Leon/Morgana. Merlin isn't quite 50 Shades of Done with Quarantine, but he and Arthur do have dry-erase "Day's Since Last Meltdown" boards mounted in the kitchen.

The Night Is So Long When Everything’s Wrong by Hum My Name. (G) 4.2k, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon. One month after banishing Merlin, Arthur's given a message in the form of a dirty red neckerchief. His ex-manservant's been captured and the captors want the king to pay the ransom.Going after Merlin is the easy part. Spending a long night in a small cell with no one but Merlin with him is a bit more difficult.

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

Love Bug by onetruthree. (T) 3.3k, Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette feels the safest with her friends by her side. But when the dead come back to life, that safety is tested.

Quiet by BookGirlFan. (G) 669 words, Chat Noir & Ladybug. Ladybug and Chat Noir sit on a rooftop in an empty Paris.

MIRAGE

Murder Scarecrow and His Pissed-Off Handler by goreds. (M) 1.7k, Gabriel Taylor/Doug Marsh. Gabriel screwed up a fairly simple mission, and now he and Doug are trapped in a tiny safe house somewhere in Eastern Europe. Sort-of romance ensues.

NCT

I Go Where You Go by CocoaBop. (T) 5k, Dong Si Cheng/Lee Taeyong. Taeyong thought he was prepared for another global pandemic. But this pandemic was different. In just a few weeks of isolation, Sicheng went from the shy, awkward roommate Taeyong rarely saw to his only anchor to the outside world.

OCEAN’S 8

Every Princess Needs a Castle by ShadowHaloedAngel. (T) 1.3k, Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean. Being stuck inside is sending Debbie a little bit crazy, even though she knows it's for a good reason. Fortunately she has Lou and a foster dog to help keep her sane.

Your Princess Is In Another Castle by ShadowHaloedAngel. (T) 3.3k, Nine Ball/Tammy. Nine Ball decides if she's going to be locked down, she'd rather it was with Tammy and her kids.

ONE DIRECTION

and the sun will shine by leighbot. (G) 5.1k, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles. They're practicing self-isolation during the COVID-19 pandemic. Two little boys shouldn't be too hard to entertain, right?

PITCH PERFECT

Basic Sickness by CamGray. (M), 1.3k, Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell. Chloe snaps the mask over her face and replies, “I was always smart, you just weren’t paying attention. Vet school didn’t hurt either. Now come on. I’m going to rest, why don’t you go get some work done. You can’t nanny me all day. You’ve got more important things to do.” Beca shakes her head. “What could be more important than this?” She says, stressing each syllable.

Dry Spell by aliciameade. (E) 2.7k, Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell. Tumblr prompt: Just imagine Beca and Chloe casually watching a porno together and when I say “casually” I mean “getting horny and ending up doing it right there.”

High-Speed Connection by aliciameade. (E) 4.1k, Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale/Aubrey Posen, Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell/Aubrey Posen. So Beca is a bit of an exhibitionist. So what? What could possibly happen when she decides to play with Chloe while she Skypes with Aubrey?Sin. Sin is what happens.

Ready Or Not by aliciameade. (E) 4.6k, Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell. In a time of social-distancing, Beca and Chloe finally find a way to pass the time.

She’s Such a Bad Girl by CamGray. (E) 711 words, Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell. “Chloe!” Chloe pauses her singing to call back to Beca. “Yes, love of my life?” Beca rounds the corner. “You’ve sung ‘Work From Home’ every day for the past 128 days. You know I love your singing voice, but can you please, for the love of the Carona gods, do something else.” Chloe pouts. “Well what should I do?”“I don’t know. I’m about to clean the house.” Chloe flips her hair flirtatiously and rests her arms loosely on Beca’s shoulders before saying, “You do too much. You’re not Superman you know.”

Watch Our Bodies Intertwine by tmylm. (E) 7.2k, Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell. Beca and Chloe are quarantined (yes, another "and they were quarantined!" fic) in Beca's Los Angeles home. Beca has managed to push away the feelings she harbored for Chloe back in college—they're adults now, she can behave herself. Or so she thinks.

you are my favorite thing by iPhone. (M) 3.2k. Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell. Beca and Chloe find themselves alone in their apartment after the instruction comes to self-isolate. Set pre-PP3. Just pretend PP3 doesn’t exist.

POLDARK

Tenderness is not like money by middlemarch. (T) 599 words, Demelza Carne/Ross Poldark, Demelza Carne & Dwight Enys. What was the real crime?

QUEEN

Stay Right Where You Are by Stormtrooperinclogs. (T) 2k, John Deacon/Brian May, Freddie Mercury/Roger Taylor. Brian and John are under government-mandated quarantine because of the virus. What are they gonna do???

RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE

bend the rules by perfect-porcelain. (E) 6.8k, Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor. Alex is stuck inside with his roommate Liam and Liam's boyfriend Spencer and he thinks he's going to go insane but when his neighbor in the alleyway across from his window moves in he supposes that the quarantine won't be so bad after all.

Just Checking In by JessJesstheBest. (G) 1k, Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor. In an au where COVID-19 happens to Henry and Alex, they try and stay connected through self-isolation.

SHADOWHUNTERS

Malec Malaise by Fluxx. (G) 2.9k, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood. Magnus has a cold! In the absence of his magic, it seems he managed to catch some common Mundane bug. Well, that should be fine. Nothing a little rest and tea can't take care of... right?

SHERLOCK

Going Viral by trillian_jdc. (G) 1.1k WIP, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade. Mycroft Holmes has been exposed to the coronavirus and prepares to self-quarantine, which he's very used to. His isolation is accidentally interrupted by Greg Lestrade, who winds up sheltering in place with him.

Thank You John by AnAnYaH. (G), 352 words, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson. Quarantine day fic.

SHETLAND

Remote Communities by aurorlaura. (T) 3.4k, Duncan Hunter/Jimmy Perez. Jimmy Perez, Duncan Hunter and their daughter Cassie experience the Covid-19 lockdown in Shetland.

STAR TREK: PICARD

Of Malady and Mother by Boldlynyooming. (G) 4.1k, Elnor & Zani. There was an outbreak of Beluxian flu on Vashti, and Elnor was not allowed to go out.

STAR TREK: VOYAGER

Confined To Quarters by ShayneyL. (E) 1.6k, Harry Kim/Tom Paris. Tom and Harry are in trouble again. Will they find a way to entertain themselves while confined to quarters? (Spoiler: yes.)

Social Distance by MiaCooper. (T) 1.2k, Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway. The terrible trials of a captain in quarantine.

STAR WARS

Fever of Love by ladyofreylo. (E) 8.1k, Rey/Flip Zimmerman. Rey and Flip shelter in the library overnight during a flu epidemic. Rey believes Flip is part of a racist group, and Flip can't tell Rey he's undercover because it jeopardizes his investigation. He asks her to trust him. Will she? And will she allow him to help her friend's brain-damaged brother escape the clutches of the evil organization?

I Know You by Idrilhadhafang. (M) 739 words, WIP, Poe Dameron/Kylo Ren. After a dogfight outside the Raddus, Poe Dameron and Kylo Ren are trapped on a planet below, with no memories for either of them and only being able to rely on each other.

Please don’t take him just because you can by middlemarch. (T), 911 words, Finn & Rey, Rey/Ben Solo, Finn & Rey & Rose Tico. It wasn't a terrible job, it was the pandemic. Rey kept telling herself that, hoping she'd believe it. Or that it would all turn out to be a bad dream caused by eating government cheese before bed. Still, there were bright spots.

Something To Look Forward To by spacewitchqueen. (G) 1k, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren. While self-isolating, Kylo manages to make a new acquaintance. Perhaps even a new friend? Perhaps in time something more.

There’s been a Death, in the opposite house by middlemarch. (G) 100 words, Kylo Ren/Rey. Crisis was supposed to bring out the best in people. That was the silver lining, Rey was pretty sure that was the line anyway.

STAR WARS LEGENDS

Cabin Fever by Keldae. (G) 1k, Gen. Theron hates being locked down in one location on the best of days. Being isolated with only a Sith Lord, an irate Wookiee, and (the head of) a protocol droid that won't shut up for company? He's pretty sure he's in at least the second Corellian hell.

Pinned Down by Keldae. (T) 696 words, Female Jedi Knight/Theron Shan. The only option is to stay hidden inside and hope for a rescue.

The Waiting Game by Greyias. (T) 4.4k, Female Jedi Knight/Theron Shan, Satele Shan & Theron Shan. The worst part about all of this was the waiting. Theron hated standing on the sidelines as everyone else risked their lives. He needed something to do. Anything to keep him distracted from his own thoughts.

SUPERGIRL

Darkest Before The Dawn by Val_Creative. (T) 1.4k, Kara Danvers/Lena Luther. Lena ends up diagnosed with a serious virus. Kara gets a little panicky about this and worries enough to visit her.

SUPERNATURAL

Fourteen Days and Four Dozen Eggs by Mandala Rose. (E) 5.6k, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester. As the Milton-Winchester household prepare to hunker down and #flattenthecurve, Dean makes a trip to the grocery store, for what was supposed to be their normal weekly grocery run. After all, they aren't the kind of people to panic and over-buy, right?

Hickory Dickory Dean by Carrieosity. (M) 2k, Castiel/Dean Winchester. When Castiel's library has to close because of the coronavirus pandemic, the librarians need to get a little creative in order to keep serving the community. Castiel has no problem recording virtual storytimes, but when it comes to adding in songs and things, he needs to call in a little extra help.

Knock by hit_the_books. (E) 2.5k, Castiel/Dean Winchester, past Dean Winchester/Lisa Braeden. Dean and Cas have been living together as roommates for about a year when the COVID-19 pandemic forces Douglas County health officials to issue a "stay at home" order. With Dean working from home and Cas trapped there with him, Dean starts to realize that he doesn't really know much about the younger man he's living with. And then he knocks on and opens up Cas's bedroom door one day and discovers far more than he was expecting.

It'll Be Fine. by ChloeDarling. (G) 1.4k, Castiel/Dean Winchester. Forced to self-isolate, Castiel finds himself succumbing to the boredom as he runs out of ways to keep himself entertained. Luckily, Dean Winchester has a plan to save the day.

Next Time, I Choose Death by CeliPuff, Winchesterlovr0508. (M) 1.2k, Castiel/Dean Winchester. In light of this pandemic, I decided to write some daily journal entries on how we survived the 14 day quarantine. It’s me, my brother and my best friend, what can go wrong?

No Dent by spnsmile. FANFIC AND FANART (E) 7k, Castiel/Dean Winchester. Because the Impala is the best place to lock Dean and Castiel away when in the middle of another fight. They really need to talk and close the distance created by their stubborn heads. At least, Jack thought so.

Throw Away the Key by CeliPuff, Ketch22. (E) 2.1k WIP, Castiel/Dean Winchester. multiple other relationships. After his father dies and leaves him nothing but the coolest car ever manufactured, the whole world turns to shit. Caught in the middle of a pandemic while attending the funeral, Dean is told he can’t return home and has to find somewhere else to ride out the mandatory month-long quarantine. Out of options, he calls his best friend Benny.Cas has lived with Benny for awhile - the bed was comfy, rent was cheap... the orgies were just a bonus. It wasn’t a half-bad place to live out a permanent bachelor lifestyle, or an irritating lockdown - but he’s about to get more than he bargained for when Benny takes in a stray.

Outbreak 2019 by spnsmile. FANFIC AND FANART (T) 1.7k, Castiel/Dean Winchester. There's a spreading virus around and against it the medical staff are in the front lines. Castiel is a doctor and he just texted his husband he's positive of the virus.He awaits his fate in silence thinking of Dean.

THE 100

In Fair Corona by eternaleponine. (M) 8.3k, Clarke Griffin/Lexa. While returning from a service trip abroad, Lexa volunteers to take another flight when theirs is overbooked, and Clarke is forced to accompany her. When someone on the flight gets sick, they find themselves quarantined far from home with only each other for company. Can they overcome their differences and realize that they're in this together?

THE AVENGERS/MASS EFFECT TRILOGY

Stuck with You by sgteam14283. (G) 3.3k WIP, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Female Ryder/James Vega, Kaidan Alenko/Female Shepard. Adults can handle being stuck somewhere for a long period of time. For the most part.

THE EXPANSE

How to Have Fun in Quarantine at the UN by goreds. (M) 1.4k, Chrisjen Avasarala/Sadavir Errinwright, Arjun/Chrisjen Avasarala. Chrisjen Avasarala and the whole of the United Nations, including Sadavir Errinwright, are on lockdown during a pandemic. Mild non-social distancing ensues.

THE FLASH

Between Hope and Fear by Purpleyin. (T) 4.1k, Cisco Ramon/Hartley Rathaway. During the pandemic, Hartley tries to help. He tries to keep going and do whatever he can, from a distance. Everything is going as well as can be expected, until his world comes crashing down with one phone call from Caitlin Snow.

THE GRISHA TRILOGY

watch the world go by by JemDoe. (T) 823 words, Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov. “The plague of 758 was a very serious issue, made worse by the Fold, Alina. Supplies were so hard to reach to the other side of the country…” “Wipe that smile off your face before talking about a plague that was made worse by your actions, then."

THE HOBBIT

Cave in by Isimile. (T) 1k, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield. Of course the cave in has to happen just when Bilbo is accompanying Thorin to a visit of the newly re-opened mines. Thorin just have the worst luck.

THE LORD OF THE RINGS

Nowhere else by Roselightfairy. (T) 1.2k, Gimli/Legolas Greenleaf. In preparation of an anticipated attack from nearby Dunland, Éomer has ordered that Aglarond go into lockdown.At least Legolas and Gimli are together.

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

a melody played in a penny arcade by aguntoaknifefight. (T) 2.7k, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, Elias Bouchard/Peter Lukas. Jon is trapped in the Institute. Things change.Or: Peter Lukas’s post-divorce pettiness inadvertently saves the world.

THE SIMARILLION AND OTHER HISTORIES OF MIDDLE-EARTH

A WORLD WITHOUT GRANDPARENTS by bluehair. (G) 1k, Maglor & Finwe. I really didn't plan this. But it wanted to be written.

THE SOFT DOCTRINE OF IMAGINOS

On the Wrong SIde of the Mirror by Imaginos_Buzzardo_Desdinova. (M) 2.1k, Gen. Trapped on the wrong side of mirror, Imaginos must find his way back to stop the evil Desdinova. He finds only one other person who also was tricked into the mirror.

THE TERROR

Lift Fire by Gigi_Sinclair. (G) 2.5k, Thomas Jopson/Lt Edward Little. "Tom doesn't speak, either, until there's a strange grinding groan, the lights flicker, and the lift shudders to an unexpected stop.Oh, you have to be joking, Edward thinks, as Tom says, 'I'd heard they'd been having some problems with this one.'"

Look for the Helpers by goreds. (T) 1.2k, Captain Francis Crozier/Commander James Fitzjames. Dr. Francis Crozier, stuck at home, lends a hand to his sick next-door neighbor, James Fitzjames.

THE TRANSFORMERS

Maybe it’s enough by choomchoom. (T) 2.8k, Drift/Rodimus, Prowl/Starscream. The boys deal with the pandemic.

Quarantined by pipermca. (G) 2.7k, Gen. Even when the Decepticons are forced into quarantine to stop the spread of a deadly disease, Soundwave still has work to do. If only his cassettes would keep it down...

THE UNTAMED

The Usefulness of Bunnies as Messengers is Strictly Dependant on the Bunny In Question by theskyandsea. (G) 2.8k, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian is quarantined in an apartment with Jiang Cheng and it's going about as well as one would expect. Which is to say, the second Wei Wuxian discovers just how hot his across-the-street neighbour is he jumps at the opportunity to talk to someone else.Even if that talking is through the medium of messenger bunnies.

We’re on a boat and... by chatcolat. (T) 1.4k, Gen. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian get stuck on a boat and accidentally end up talking to each other for five minutes while they wait for rescue.

THE WITCHER

Carefully We Gather by tackytiger. (M) 2.4k, Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier. They've been snowed in at the inn for six days now, and Jaskier still isn't speaking to Geralt.It's just, killing monsters is what Geralt does. Just because this one came a little bit too close to killing him first, doesn't mean that Jaskier has to get in a sulk about it. And why does he care so much, anyway?

Distanced Dears by jaskiersvalley. (T) 2.2k, Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Geralt of Rivia, Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Jaskier, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer/Cahir. Given the fact Geralt worked in the Accident and Emergency department, it was highly likely he would catch the virus, even with every precaution. Not wanting to put his whole family at risk, he and Cahir move into Cahir's old flat and they try to weather the storm by themselves when Geralt does get infected.

No More Water, but Fire Next Time by ladivvinatravestia. (T) 7.7k, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier. Jaskier and Ciri take shelter at a refugee camp following the fall of Cintra, where they find that Pestilence and War often ride together.

oh my god they were plague-mates by wombatpop. (T) 4.3k, Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier. “They’ve closed the streets, Geralt. We’re stuck in here.” Jaskier and Geralt stuck in an inn together. What could go wrong?

The Fortnight by Elizabeth. (E) 7.5k, Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier. A plague is ravaging the Northern Kingdoms. First Oxenfurt is locked down, and then Novigrad. Geralt is immune, but Jaskier isn't. Rosemary and Thyme is a pretty nice place to spend a fortnight, but it's still a long time to spend with just one person--even if that person is your best friend.A lot can happen in two weeks.

Trouble In Here by Val_Creative. (M) 2.5k, Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier. Jaskier accidentally barricades himself into Geralt’s room when he’s been cursed, forcing them to isolate together.

YU-GI-OH! DUEL MONSTERS

And they were quarantine-mates by Alecto. (T) 4.8k, Jounouchi Katsuya/Kaiba Seto. The order came down while they slept. Now Kaiba was stranded at Joey's place for the foreseeable future.

YUYU HAKUSHO: GHOST FILES

Six Feet Apart by Penguiduck. (G) 2.4k, Kurama/Reader. You've only been living in your condo for two months, but you have yet to meet your neighbor. When you're sentenced to working from home due to the recent COVID-19 virus, you step onto your shared balcony for the first time. You meet Shuichi and really like him. The only problem? You have to stay six feet apart.

#lockdownfest #lockdown fest #Masterpost #Week 1 #fanfic #fanart #fanfest #multifandom event #multifandom #multiship #cw: coronavirus #cw:quarantine #long post

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tsipasce · 4 years ago

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Same Difference, ch.06

A/N: stuffed fluff into this one like I had a shopping spree at Build-A-Bear. Well, maybe not that bad, but Overhaul was definitely a bit softer than usual if not a bit ooc. Just glad these two idiots are finally progressing... Let me know what y'all think~

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

AO3 | Fanfic

They agreed on a schedule of meeting on Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays for the next 6-12 months, assuming there were not technical hick-ups to prolong the process. As annoyed and nervous as she was about having to work with him, she also couldn’t deny the sheer excitement. She’d missed the feeling of diving headlong into research, sequestering herself in a lab full of possibilities, pouring over data. She considered having to put up with her lab partner a just payment for this gift from the universe. While daydreaming about her scientific adventure, she toyed with the keychain on her phone, “One favor”… she contemplated.

A knock came at her door, bringing her back to reality. “Um yes, come in.”

“You alright in here? I was knocking for a couple minutes there.” Dr. Tanaka said from the now open doorway, concern in his features.

“Yeah, I’m great, just zoned out for a little bit. What can I do for you?”

“I think it’s more of what I can do for you…” he said sighing, closing the door behind him. “How was your coffee run last Friday?”

She cautioned a glance at him, sliding her burner phone to the side, folding her hands on her desk. “It was fine, thanks for the recommendation.”

“Anything interesting happen?”

“Nope.”

“I see.” They stared at each other a beat, before he realized he’d have to confront this head on. “You know, something strange happened at a construction site nearby after you left. No one knows what happened, but suddenly there were a bunch of nuts where there used to be a giant metal beam. Know anything about that?”

“…”

“Nanami.”

“………”

“What happened.”

“Ok, ok so I did something really dumb—surprise, surprise! Everyone gets to mess up once in a blue moon, don’t they?”

“Knew it. “He said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “And sure, they do, but they don’t usually happen to mess up on yakuza turf.” Tanaka rebutted. He was one of the only people who knew the extent of her quirk. For a while, they worked together with him thinking all her quirk could do was clear clots. That is until she’d reassembled a patient whose legs had been shattered beyond repair after being run over by a car. There was no way she could lie about it after he’d witnessed it firsthand, but after a long talk, he understood why it was important to keep her secret.

“How was I supposed to know? I was just minding my business and I saw a guy about to get crushed. I couldn’t just ignore it. “

He sighed knowing he would have wanted her to do the same for him if he was in a bind. “Just... be more mindful, ok? No one knows that there was anyone there according to my friends at the police department, and for some reason they also haven’t heard any stirring from the yakuza in that area. I don’t know what or if you’ve gotten yourself into anything, but just be careful.”

Nanami chewed the inside of her mouth, and nodded her head, knowing he’d probably faint if he knew the extent of what transpired afterwards. “Of course,” she showed a small smile, “I appreciate you looking out for me. I’ll try my best not to let it be in vain. We good?”

He looked at her a beat longer before responding, knowing there was more to the story, but also wanting to respect his friend, “We’re good.” He replied, smiling reluctantly as he turned to leave, softly closing the door behind him.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her daydream now over.

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It felt like she blinked, and it was Wednesday evening. She parked in the same spot as the first time and as she got out, her burner phone vibrated.

“Hello?”

“That spot is too obvious. Park here.” He said curtly, texting her an alternate location.

She looked around but didn’t see any cameras, How does he know where I am?

“Well, thanks for the heads up. I wasn’t aware, being new to doing shady stuff and all.”

“Just hurry.” He breathed, already sounding annoyed, and the line clicking immediately after.

Rude. She rolled her eyes and parked at the location he’d sent. After walking a few minutes, she arrived at the entrance, Kurono escorting her in. They made their way to the underground labyrinth and headed in the direction of the lab. Before opening the door, Kurono broke the silence, “Good luck.” And with that he was gone.

Walking over, she could see Overhaul’s figure at the workbenches by the whiteboard, the clicking of her boots echoing through the room until she was standing a safe distance from him.

“Good evening, Dr. Watanabe.” He greeted respectfully as though he hadn’t just hung up in her face minutes ago.

“Good evening. You’re so much more polite in person than on the phone.” Was the comment petty and unnecessary? Sure. Did she regret saying it? Absolutely not.

“Did you come to work with me or bicker?”

“I can do both,” she responded innocently. His eye twitched in irritation, just as he was about to respond, she finished,” but right now I’d like to work with you. Shall we?”

He sighed, “Let’s. First, we need to begin taking blood samples.” He motioned to a cart that had already been prepared with sterile syringes and tubes.

“Agreed. I’ll take yours first.”

He sat down, taking off his jacket and neatly rolling up his sleeve. She grabbed some fresh gloves and pulled up a chair and the cart, sitting next to him. Not wanting to trigger his mysophobia, she reconfirmed it was ok to touch him, “May I?” He cautioned her a glance before offering his forearm, before quickly looking away. “Just get it over with.”

Wait, is he scared of needles?

Refocusing she gently took his arm and fastened the tourniquet from the cart securely around the base of his bicep. As she was sterilizing the area, she noticed it was hard to keep her hand steady and looked down to see his knee bouncing nervously. He really is afraid of needles… Nanami thought incredulously. It was interesting to see someone so fearless get worked up over something so small, but she guessed there was probably a good reason for it. Either way, it would be impossible to get a sample if he didn’t sit still. He might kill her for asking this, but it was the only way.

“Hey,” she began quietly, Overhaul still fixing his eyes on a wall that was suddenly very interesting, “could you do me a favor?”

“Already acting like you’ve won before the experiment even begins. Aren’t you presumptuous?” He taunted her coolly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

“No, not that favor--just a small one.” She cleared her throat before continuing,” Could you hum for me?”

“Do what?” Now his head was turned, and he was looking directly at her.

“It doesn’t have to be a song, just a note.” She quickly clarified.

“Do I look like a child to you?”

“Absolutely not. You’re much less cute.” She shot back, but her face held a small smile.

“That’s definitely not a widely-held belief. And the answer is no.” He replied with a specific brand of arrogance.

“Please?” she pleaded, reflexively clutching his arm closer to her chest, the closeness startling him. “I can’t get a clean insertion if you’re fidgeting like that. Just try it for 5 seconds— it’ll be like meditation.” She reasoned.

Realizing she wasn’t going to give up, he relented. Giving her an exasperated look, he turned away, focused on the wall and hummed. It came as a hesitant, low rumbling and lasted exactly 5 seconds, though Nanami found herself wishing it had lasted just a little bit longer. Afterwards, he rolled his eyes, annoyed she was taking so long.

“Could you hurry up and get this over wit—”

He stopped, watching her place a small, pink band aid with little strawberries on it over the bend of his arm.

“All done.” She said confidently.

“What the hell is this?”

“Evidence of my expertise. Also, you didn’t have any regular band aids so I had to use my own. You’re welcome.” She smiled as he returned a glare.

Rolling down his sleeve in a huff, he impatiently demanded her arm, “Give me your arm.”

Realizing she was skating on thin ice, she decided to spare him a retort and cooperated. He was firm, but not rough and quickly extracted her blood sample. It was clean and clinical. His eyes trained on her arm, he put out his hand in front of her expectantly. What is he.. oh! Not wanting to waste the golden opportunity of seeing him have to do this, she promptly handed him another band aid from her bag. Placing it firmly on the wound, the deed was done, and she did her best to stifle a smile at his mild embarrassment.

Clearing his throat, he rose from his chair and went to the whiteboard. They refocused and decided on the specific day-to-day schedule as well as how they would log and test the samples most efficiently. They needed control samples to test against and, as though it was normal to have a fridge full of mysterious blood, Overhaul nonchalantly offered his stash. Knowing better than to even ask where the samples came from, they began, quickly forming a routine.

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A month of work passed by and the routine became more natural to Nanami. What was first a nerve-wracking trip to a yakuza hideout simply became a less-conventional commute to her side-project. What began as leers from the other yakuza, turned from indifference to casual hellos and then small talk. But most surprisingly, what began as a contentious partnership had evolved into pleasant tolerance.

For all his faults, Overhaul was an ideal lab partner. He was meticulous, tidy, and prompt. Even his usually grumpy disposition was dulled while they worked as she could tell he truly enjoyed burying himself deep into lab work. Comparatively, her day job was taxing and finding colleagues who hadn’t been jaded by the day-to-day seemed impossible. Coming to this lab every week was a breath of fresh air.

“Could you hand me a pipet?” He asked, stirring her from her thoughts.

“Oh yes, of course. Here.” She promptly handed it to him, resuming her work, but she could still feel his gaze.

“You seem distracted today.” He noted, turning back to continue his work.

She was a taken aback by the observation. They had made small talk before, but largely worked in comfortable silence. “Hm. I suppose I am.” She could feel him staring at her again and she looked up to see him raising a brow as though he was waiting for her to elaborate. “Well, I was just thinking it hasn’t been as awful as I expected… working with you here.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, it definitely wouldn’t be my first choice, but coming here… it’s been nice. I’ve stifled my quirk for such a long time, it’s just odd being able to openly discuss it, much less study it.”

He stared at her a beat before asking, “What caused it?”

“What?”

“What caused you to repress it?” he clarified, continuing to work. After a bit of silence, he looked over to see her open her mouth to answer then close it when the words seemed like they wouldn’t come out. Whatever the answer was, she was struggling with it in earnest. “You don’t have to answer that.”

She was shocked and appreciative of the consideration he was seemingly giving her, but didn’t want to waste the opportunity. She’d never talked about it with anyone—she couldn’t. But if anyone would understand, it would be him and she wasn’t going to pass up the chance.

“I killed someone.” She whispered gravely, staring straight down. From the corner of her eye she could see him turn to stare for a beat before resuming his task. Biting her lip, she added,” it was only temporary, but still, I killed someone.” Already feeling a portion of the weight coming off her chest at the simple admission, she continued,” I was twelve and my quirk had already manifested years before, but we didn’t know the extent of it. I had just assumed I could manipulate and reform little things, and only on non-organic matter. I mean I’d never tried it because who in the world would think to disassemble a living creature like that?” At this he gave her a look, raising his brows, “Well, at least I didn’t think to do something like that.” She corrected before continuing, the both of them working while she talked. “A boy moved next door to us and he had a quirk that manifested physically causing him to have these beautiful scales, like a dragon straight out of a fairytale. It was a bright, summer day and we were playing together in the park and I remember the scales shining and reflecting in the sunlight. I was hypnotized. I found myself wondering ‘What could they possibly be made of?’ The next thing I knew I was reaching out and the second my fingertip made contact I—I …” she was now shaking at the memory of it, gripping the pipet so tightly it might break. Suddenly, she felt a gloved hand gently place itself on top of hers while another coaxed her fist to open, releasing the now-dented tool. Clearing her throat she tried steadying her breath and met his gaze. It was placid and if she didn’t know any better, soft. He slowly removed his hand from hers, putting the pipet to the side to fix later.

“Continue.” He instructed as he replaced his gloves, but she could hear a sliver of encouragement in his tone.

“… I disassembled him. There was blood everywhere and I panicked. All I could think about was how badly I needed to put him back together and then... it happened. He was back in front of me, fully formed as though nothing had happened… But something had happened, and nothing would be able to change that. He ran home screaming that I was a freak. A monster. I never saw him again and my parents decided it was best to limit me and rebrand my quirk as simple ‘object manipulation’~. The rest is…history.” I said it. She thought sighing a breath of relief. Even if he thought less of her for it, she knew she would be alright, at least having been able to speak about it once. She’d accept the consequences and ridicule, whatever they were.

“You made a mistake. It’s over now.” He said matter-of-factly as he continued working like she hadn’t just shared one of her darkest secrets.

Staring at him in shock, she realized this was his way of comforting her. Was it sociopathic and a little too dismissive of adolescent homicide? Sure. But she couldn’t deny how nice it was to not be judged for the first time. Here in this lab with him, it was just a small piece of her past, a piece of data for their research. Here, she was more than just that incident and for that, she would forever be grateful.

She felt tears well up but didn’t let them fall. Instead she picked up the pipet and some tools to fix it, before simply replying “Thank you.”

He nodded and they continued to work, the silence a little more comfortable than before.

#same difference #overhaul #overhaul x oc #overhaul fanfiction #mha oc #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic #bnha #bnha oc #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #shie hassaikai

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sachigram · 5 years ago

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Hearts Like Ours Chapter 11

((click here to read on ao3!))

Many things change very suddenly after New Year's. Shizuo doesn't sleep on the couch anymore, and Izaya's cabinets are full of Shizuo's favorite snack foods. The fridge is full of milk. Shizuo doesn't mention it, because he knows if he does, he'll startle Izaya into stubborn denial, and he really doesn't want to deal with the flea when he's in a full fit of lying to himself and everyone else. It's exhausting, and he'd rather deal with this new companionable Izaya, who is still an asshole, but lets Shizuo kiss him.

Kissing Izaya kind of makes up for dealing with him, Shizuo's learned.

Izaya never initiates kisses, at least not since the drunken one from New Year's, but he's always receptive to them, even when he's busy doing something else. He'll be reading, or typing, or watching something on the TV, and Shizuo can reach for him, and Izaya will come. It's simple, all things considered, but Shizuo has never felt more powerful than when Izaya, usually sharp, jagged edges, melts into a soft mess in his arms. Shizuo always takes care not to hurt him, but he could, and while it worries Shizuo, it seems to drive Izaya wild, if the frenzied way he's been climbing Shizuo lately is anything to go by.

Izaya likes danger. Shizuo doesn't understand it, but he does love the way it riles Izaya up.

Something else that changes is that Izaya refuses to allow Shizuo to follow him into public anymore. He'll get up early and leave before Shizuo wakes, and he'll return after Shizuo gets back from work. Izaya has never been easy to get answers from, but it's almost impossible now, since he'll only smile and say he's working. Shizuo doesn't trust it, which is something that won't ever change. Izaya is a trouble magnet, and Shizuo just wants to keep him safe, but it's like stopping ice from melting in an oven most of the time.

One night, after Tom lets him leave, Shizuo decides to make a pit stop and get some answers, since Izaya is an impenetrable fortress, and he knows someone who always babbles too much for his own damn good.

“Shizuo! What a nice surprise!” Shinra says, smiling kindly and stepping aside to let Shizuo in. Celty is on the couch, and she waves excitedly.

“Hey,” Shizuo says, taking off his wet shoes. It's still snow-covered outside, but Shizuo doesn't mind trekking though it. He isn't exactly cold-natured.

“Izaya's not with you?” Shinra asks, looking smug. Shizuo flicks his forehead. “Ow, it was just a question!”

“Your face bothers me,” Shizuo huffs.

Shinra rubs his forehead and gives Shizuo a pout. “Surely you didn't come here to bully me.”

“It's a perk.” Shizuo sits beside Celty on the couch. “I actually came to ask you guys something.”

“If it's about Izaya, I'm not answering anything! Last time I talked about him, I got in all kinds of trouble. I'm fairly certain he's been sneaking in here sometimes just to rearrange my medical supplies. I can't prove it. But I just know it's him.” Shinra shivers.

I would know if Izaya broke in. Celty's PDA reads. Shinra shakes his head.

“Izaya is sneaky. Neither of us would know.”

“It's...kind of about Izaya. But not him directly,” Shizuo says.

What is it? Are you guys having troubles?

“Oh-ho! Relationship issues! Well I am an expert at those!” Shinra says with the same smugness as before. Shizuo stares up at him.

“You realize that just means you have so many issues that you have experience, right? Not something to brag about.”

Shinra sputters comically. “N-not what I meant at all, Celty, don't listen! I just meant that you and I are so perfect, that we can observe the problems in anyone else's relationship and offer advice!”

Celty ignores him. Shizuo glares at him once more before turning to Celty.

“You guys know a lot of the people Izaya works with. Does the name Junichi Watanabe ring a bell?”

Celty shrugs, but Shinra's eyes flash in that way that says he does know.

“Yeah, I've met him a few times. Why?” Shinra asks.

“Do you know where I could find him?”

“No. Does Izaya have business with him or something?”

“He's trying to kill Izaya, so I'm going to kill him.” Shizuo shrugs like it's simple.

“Shizuo,” Shinra sighs. “A lot of people want to kill Izaya. Surely you know that. He's not exactly...likable.”

“I know that better than anyone. But this guy is fucking crazy, okay, and it involves you too. This guy's the reason you got stabbed.”

Shadows erupt out of Celty's neck, and she's on her feet in an instant, hands clenched into fists.

“Celty, relax! I really don't know where he is!” Shinra turns to Shizuo. “Izaya told you this?”

“You got stabbed and then Izaya came back. Seems pretty straightforward to me,” Shizuo says.

“That stupid idiot,” Shinra says, but he's smiling fondly. Shizuo can relate.

I'll kill him too! Izaya is enacting revenge? Celty asks.

“I don't know a lot about it. Izaya keeps secrets really well, but I'm sure he's doing something elaborate and theatrical. It'd be easier just to find the guy ourselves and kick his ass, right? But Izaya can't know we're doing anything, or else he'll just do something even dumber.”

Shinra rubs his chin. “Watanabe-san...has always been a little obsessed with Izaya.”

“He has?” Shizuo asks.

“Well, more like he always wanted Izaya involved in whatever his plans were. I don't know specifics, but they've worked together many times.”

“Izaya says Junichi is some kind of extremist,” Shizuo says.

“Oh, he's crazy,” Shinra says brightly. “But then, aren't we all?”

Take this seriously! How can we help?

Shinra sighs loudly and then turns to Shizuo. “I can dig around and see if anyone knows where he is. I owe Izaya a favor for letting you know his secret, after all.”

“I'm amazed you're not pissed on your own behalf for getting stabbed,” Shizuo says.

“Oh, I'm furious,” Shinra replies, not looking the least bit angry.

We can get him without Izaya even getting involved. Don't worry Shizuo!

Shizuo grins at them. “Thanks. Izaya's a stubborn bastard. Having backup will be nice.”

By the time Shizuo is back at Izaya's, he's feeling a little better, even though he quickly realizes Izaya isn't back yet. He distracts himself by helping himself to some of the junk food Izaya bought him, and he settles in front of the TV. Not much time passes before Izaya's keys are jingling in the door. Izaya takes one step inside, observes Shizuo, and snorts in laughter.

“You look cozy. Is that a romcom?” Izaya asks, pointing to the TV, where some people are sucking face to a cheesy song.

“I guess. You're home late.”

“Had lots to do,” Izaya says cheerfully, shedding his coat and and shoes before he walks over to where Shizuo is. “Are you eating chips for dinner?”

“Did we have other plans?” Shizuo asks confusedly.

Izaya rolls his eyes. “You can do what you want. I'm making omurice.”

“Oh, cool,” Shizuo says, immediately rolling up the bag of chips.

“I have a clip for that, Shizu-chan. Please act civilized if you're going to raid my things.”

“Like you bought these for you. You never eat shit like this.”

In defiance, Izaya snatches the bag from Shizuo, opens it up, and eats a small chip. He makes a face, eyes almost watering, but he swallows.

“Delicious,” he says. Shizuo laughs and yanks him down, kissing him in proper greeting.

“You taste like sodium,” Izaya grumbles, but he doesn't fight it as Shizuo licks into his mouth. Izaya hums contentedly, settling in Shizuo's lap as their kisses deepen.

“You can actually cook?” Shizuo asks, breaking away from Izaya's lips to nose into his neck. Izaya's scent is so strong there, and Shizuo can't help but mouth at the mark he's already left the last time they were close.

“Some things,” Izaya says, tilting his head to give Shizuo better access. “I did raise two sisters, you know.”

“How domestic,” Shizuo says before he bites Izaya's neck. Izaya gasps softly, his hands clenching on Shizuo's shoulders, fingers trailing down to Shizuo's soul mark. He's been doing that lately, brushing lightly before pulling his hand away as if Shizuo won't notice. Shizuo arches a brow at him. “Do you want me to take my shirt off?”

“What? No.” Izaya frowns, and then looks back at Shizuo's arm. “Maybe.”

“I will, but you have to, too,” Shizuo says, and Izaya's frown deepens.

“Is this a ploy to get me naked?”

“Izaya, come on, it's okay to be curious about the soulmate marks. It's not like we have to talk about it.” Shizuo's hands bunch in the bottom of Izaya's sweater. “C'mon. Raise your arms.”

Izaya glares at him, and for a second, Shizuo thinks he's pressed his luck too far. But then Izaya is looking away, lifting his arms, and Shizuo knows better than to hesitate where Izaya is concerned. He gently pulls the sweater up and off, and he tosses it on the other end of the couch, knowing Izaya will bitch if it hits the floor.

Izaya is gorgeous, albeit too thin. Shizuo's eyes trail over Izaya's bare skin, and he wants nothing more than to mark Izaya everywhere he can reach. But as he thinks of marks, his eyes move to where the small, crescent shape is on Izaya's arm. Izaya rarely lets Shizuo touch it, much less look at it, but something in the soft curve of Izaya's mouth tells him Izaya is going to be indulgent tonight.

He presses his fingers over the mark, eyes taking in everything about it, every detail. It looks just like his, of course, but seeing it on his soulmate is an otherworldly experience. He used to scoff at stories where people didn't feel complete until they had their soulmate in their arms, but now he knows exactly what that means. Izaya is his. Izaya was made just to be with him.

“Shizu-chan,” Izaya says, tugging at Shizuo's shirt impatiently. Shizuo quickly removes it, tearing his eyes away from Izaya's mark to look him in the eye. Izaya is gazing at Shizuo's arm. Nothing in his expression gives away what he's thinking, but Shizuo knows him well enough to know he's just as affected as Shizuo is.

“You're looking at me like you're starving,” Izaya says playfully, pulling Shizuo from his thoughts. Izaya's eyes are dark, hooded. He's got that dangerous tilt to his smile.

“You are pretty tasty,” Shizuo says, pressing his face into Izaya's chest. He mouths over Izaya's nipple, lapping at it hungrily until Izaya emits a small, barely audible whimper. Shizuo abuses it until Izaya is trembling, then he moves to the other one, his hand settling over Izaya's soul mark.

“Shizu-chan...” Izaya murmurs, melting into Shizuo's lap. It's amazing that someone like Izaya can be this soft, but he couldn't be for anyone else. He's wearing Shizuo's mark, and his skin is covered in Shizuo's bites. Shizuo pulls away from Izaya's chest and presses his lips over Izaya's soul mark.

“Don't—don't do that,” Izaya hisses, trying to pull back. Shizuo holds him firmly, keeping him where he is.

“Why not? It's mine. You're mine.”

“Shizuo, stop it. I mean it.” Izaya glowers at him, but Izaya's face is so flushed and his lips are so red from abuse that it's hard to take him seriously.

“What's the worst thing about admitting it, anyway? What have you got to lose by letting me know you're as wound up as I am?” Shizuo asks, his hands settling on Izaya's hips. “Do you think I'll tell everyone? Trust me, no one would want to hear it besides Erika, and I stay the fuck away from her on principle.”

Izaya's lips twitch. “There's nothing to admit. Just because I'm indulging you—“

“Indulging me?!”

“Yes. Indulging you. I let you get worked up a few times and—“

“Izaya.” Shizuo stares up at him, thinking of how to word what he wants to say. “We're soulmates. It doesn't matter what you say or what you think, you can't change that. You want me to go back to crashing on the couch? Fine. You wanna stop talking to me so much? Also fine. But eventually you'll end up right back here, with me, desperate for me to touch you.”

Izaya's eyes widen, then narrow. He scowls at Shizuo and tries to get up, but Shizuo doesn't let him.

“You shouldn't be so cocky, Shizu-chan. It isn't attractive.”

“Yeah? Then why the fuck are you so turned on, I-za-ya?”

Shizuo releases him then, deciding he's given Izaya enough to think about in that big brain of his. Izaya topples over onto the cushions and gives Shizuo a hateful glare before he's tugging his shirt back on and bustling about the kitchen louder than is warranted. He slams a few cabinets. Shizuo rolls his eyes at the theatrics before he stands and ambles over to where Izaya is moving in a flurry of limbs.

“Don't cook while you're mad. You'll hurt yourself,” Shizuo says.

“I'm not mad, you narrow-minded imbecile. I'm hungry and tired of arguing logic with you. Your one brain cell can't comprehend anything that isn't grunting, static, or trash TV.” Izaya takes the eggs out of the fridge.

“Give me a little credit. I have two brain cells, at least,” Shizuo says, crossing his arms. He knows Izaya is trying to make him mad, but it's not as easy as it used to be, not since Shizuo learned Izaya does it as a defense mechanism.

“Oh? And if you rubbed them together, what would you get? The dimmest spark anyone ever saw?”

Shizuo doesn't respond, just watches Izaya flit about. It's interesting, seeing him do anything so basic as cooking. It seems like something Shizuo never thought about before, Izaya having to do everyday things like cooking and cleaning. He used to wonder if Izaya really did survive off blood like a real flea, but looking back, that seems hilarious. Izaya is only human.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me?” Izaya asks, whirling on him at last.

“I was thinking about it. I like watching you.”

“And I'm the creepy one,” Izaya mutters, turning back to his work.

“We're both creepy,” Shizuo relents, moving towards Izaya. It'd be easy to go sit down and let Izaya cool off and continue their routine, which is already more than Shizuo ever dared hope for. But now, it seems like there could be more. And Shizuo wants. God, does he want. He puts his hands on Izaya's hips, fingering at the hem of his sweater as he watches Izaya carefully crack eggs.

“Get off me,” Izaya says, but he doesn't move, nor does he sound too angry. Shizuo hums.

“Nope.”

“You can't just manhandle me every time I decide to pay attention to anything that isn't you.”

“Sure beats sending thugs after you to get your attention, don't you think?” Shizuo quips. Izaya laughs.

“Is that what you think I was doing? Vying for your attention?”

“It'd be dumb as shit for you to deny it, actually.”

“I'm not denying it,” Izaya says, tilting his head to the side, and Shizuo doesn't miss the invitation. His arms wrap snugly around Izaya from behind as he mouths over the mark he already left on Izaya's neck. He bites down, watching Izaya's hands put an egg back in the carton in favor of gripping the counter hard, knuckles going white.

“You're such an animal—“ Izaya gasps, leaning into Shizuo's hold. “You can't even wait until I finish cooking.”

“Not hungry for food,” Shizuo says before he turns Izaya around and kisses him deeply, tugging him away from the counter. Izaya doesn't usually allow this much in one night, and Shizuo takes full advantage of it, loving the way Izaya melds to him.

“Shizu-chan...” Izaya pulls back, moans softly when Shizuo roughly tugs him forward. “Shizu-chan, stop...”

“Why?” Shizuo asks. It's clear to him Izaya wants this as badly as he does. If Izaya were really just indulging Shizuo, a knife would already be at Shizuo's throat by now. He knows better than anyone that Izaya doesn't do anything he doesn't want to do.

“Because you don't actually want this,” Izaya says, his hands pushing against Shizuo's chest. “You don't want me like you think you do.”

Shizuo finally pulls back, giving Izaya a confused stare.

“The fuck does that mean?”

Izaya's hazy eyes clear, and then he looks sharp as ever, his brows furrowing as he moves out of Shizuo's hold. Shizuo can see the walls going up, hates it. But he can't force himself on Izaya, even if he knows deep down Izaya wants this as badly as he does.

“You never gave me a second thought before you learned about the marks,” Izaya says. He doesn't go back to cooking, but he's still not looking at Shizuo. “You're just doing what everyone does when they find out. Adapting. And now you feel guilty for my injuries and my...” Izaya pauses, grimacing. He doesn't say “trauma”, but he doesn't have to. It's clear in the way he holds himself, the way he still doesn't sleep through the night very often.

“Is that what you think?” Shizuo asks softly. He's careful not to sound pitying, as he knows that will set Izaya off, and Shizuo doesn't pity Izaya in the least. In a lot of ways, Izaya deserved what happened, and Izaya deserves worse yet for the shit he pulls. But Shizuo stubbornly refuses to let anything bad happen to Izaya ever again, because things are different now. Things have been different for a long time.

“I don't think, I know,” Izaya spits. He's looking at Shizuo now, eyes full of malice. “You hated me for so long, tried to kill me, thought I was some sort of parasite—and then Shinra says some idiotic things and I'm suddenly your soulmate? Nothing has changed! I'm the same person you hate! Don't you know that? How could you possibly be this stupid? This predictable?”

“Izaya,” Shizuo sighs. He isn't good with words like Izaya is. He knows he has to be now, because this is something Izaya needs to hear, maybe a step in chiseling away at the wall around him. A wall Shizuo knows he helped build, intentionally or not.

“I can't lie to you and say the marks didn't start this,” Shizuo murmurs. “They did. Izaya, of course they did. But even before that, I didn't want to kill you. The entire time you were gone, I...” Shizuo growls lowly. “No. Not the entire time. I was glad, for a while, that you were gone. But then I missed you so fucking much, even before I knew. I wanted you to come back.”

“You missed me ruining your life?” Izaya asks, incredulous.

“I missed not being bored out of my fucking mind.” Shizuo moves closer to him. “You drive me crazy. You just—Izaya, you're the absolute worst person who could be my soulmate, but I'm the worst person who could be yours. We needed to hate each other before, I think. But I don't hate you now. I haven't for a long time, and it was before you even came back. We need each other, because no one else would be able to handle us.” Shizuo reaches out, touches Izaya's cheek. “The marks made me able to realize it, but they didn't make me feel this way all at once.”

“You're an idiot,” Izaya says. “You'll regret all of this. Don't you know that?”

“So then let me make my own mistakes,” Shizuo says, knowing full well he'll never regret a thing where Izaya is concerned, aside from not letting himself have what he's wanted for so long. He brushes his lips against Izaya's, who flinches away for all of a second before returning the kiss.

Shizuo doesn't say he loves Izaya. Izaya isn't ready to hear that, and Shizuo isn't sure he's ready to say it, truthfully. But he thinks it as he runs his hands along Izaya's body, thinks it as he tastes his mouth and picks him up, carrying him to his room, their room, thinks it as they undress each other in a frenzied mess. Shizuo loves him so goddamned much, and it isn't scary to think anymore. It seems like it was always meant to happen, a paradox of unstoppable force meeting immovable object, two being that need each other to define themselves.

“You've never done this before,” Izaya hums, hovering over Shizuo, naked and beautiful. Shizuo can't stop looking at him. “Do you need some pointers?”

“I think it'll come pretty naturally to me, like most things to do with you,” Shizuo says breathlessly, fingering over Izaya's soul mark. Izaya smiles at him and leans down, kissing him again, initiating it himself for once.

“I'm going to give pointers anyway,” he says, and Shizuo laughs against his mouth.

“Know-it-all.”

Shizuo watches hungrily as Izaya prepares himself, slender fingers disappearing into his body to ready him for Shizuo's dick, which, according to Izaya, is massively inhuman. Shizuo is too nervous to prep Izaya himself, afraid to hurt him, and Izaya doesn't waste time before taking the reigns himself, rolling his eyes at Shizuo's nerves.

“Don't just sit there and stare at me,” Izaya says, nodding to the table. “Put on the condom, you idiot. If it even fits you.”

“I'm not that big,” Shizuo defends, worrying now that he might be, and he might hurt Izaya no matter how much Izaya stretches himself.

“You're not? Forgive me, Shizu-chan, here I thought my eyes worked just fine,” Izaya quips before he moans softly at his ministrations. Shizuo is suddenly on fire, ready to have Izaya despite his nerves. He reaches for the condom and struggles with it in his haste before Izaya's cool hand is over his, helping him calm down.

“Lucky for you, I like doing everything myself,” Izaya says, and Shizuo feels the last of his nerves melt away. Izaya is a know-it-all. He knows what to do. Shizuo just has to listen.

“Fuck,” Shizuo groans as Izaya slowly lowers himself onto Shizuo's dick. It's all Shizuo can do not to thrust up, but he doesn't want to hurt Izaya, never wants that. He bites his own lip, draws blood. Izaya laughs and licks at the wound playfully.

“Who even...needs a dick this big?” Izaya asks, pausing in his lowering. “This is just insane.”

“Sorry,” Shizuo says, absurdly. Izaya laughs again, shaking his head.

“You should be. Selfish monster, monster cock—never think...of your poor soulmate, having to do this...”

“You could do it to me,” Shizuo says, watching himself disappear into Izaya's body inch by inch.

“I will,” Izaya says, “when you learn to calm down. Don't need you clenching around me and snapping my dick off.”

He...has a point, Shizuo thinks.

Do people normally talk so much during sex? Shizuo wouldn't know, but with Izaya, it seems normal. He never shuts up no matter what they're doing.

When Shizuo bottoms out, and Izaya gasps out against Shizuo's mouth, moving his hips experimentally, Shizuo thinks his brain implodes on itself, unable to comprehend what exactly is happening. But then Izaya is moving, and Shizuo's thoughts come rushing back, telling him exactly what he needs to do, telling him Izaya is his, and they both know it.

Shizuo's hips snap up to meet Izaya's, and Izaya cries out in pleasured surprise, and when Shizuo sees Izaya isn't in pain, he keeps at it, fitting his hands over Izaya's hips and pulling him down to meet him.

“Shizuo...!” Izaya grips him so tightly, arms flying around his shoulders, and Shizuo has it then, their rhythm, and he shoves Izaya down onto the bed and takes over, pounding into him the way Izaya wants him to.

Shizuo comes first, growling out as he feels himself break the condom. Izaya was right, it was too small, and Izaya whimpers as he feels Shizuo come inside him, his nails digging into Shizuo's back as Shizuo reaches for Izaya's dick and pumps him until Izaya is spilling into his hand, arching up into Shizuo like a puzzle piece, slotting against him perfectly.

Shizuo flops down onto Izaya, flattening him into the bed, but Izaya doesn't complain, just holds onto him, panting softly, and Shizuo allows himself time to be content with what is, and not wonder what will be.

After what seems like hours of lying together, taking a joint shower that ends in more sex, and a brief argument about the food Shizuo made Izaya waste, they end up ordering out, eating on the couch as they watch some documentary Izaya chose. Izaya is wearing Shizuo's shirt, drowning in it, and Shizuo remains shirtless, indifferent to the cold.

It's a companionable experience Shizuo has never known before. He wraps an arm around Izaya, who curls into his side and lazily mumbles some argument against whatever they're explaining on the TV. Shizuo kisses Izaya's head, petting down his side, and he falls asleep like that, completely at ease with everything in the world.

When he wakes again to the dim light of morning, he's still on the couch, the TV black. Izaya is gone.

#shizaya #hearts like ours #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #drrr!!#no one say I never give ya nothing #rating change.....

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Extra: “Sanitize” and Outsider POVs (Chemical Reactions)

Well, here’s 1.5k words of outsider POV: a hobbyist chemist/physicist meets Yui. Science results. It’s basically indulgent fluff I wrote for no reason besides, well... indulgence. Sparked by the thought that our knowledge of physics and chemistry has grown so much... people and science are pretty wonderful. Takes place in no specific time. Here’s Chemical Reactions.

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Being wealthy and charismatic meant that Haru Watanabe was called ‘eccentric.’ He was also a middle-aged man with three children and a doting wife, the owner of a thriving spice business—mostly ran by the aforementioned wife—and a self-described scholar with a surprising amount of perceptiveness. Basically, Haru did everything else right so that he could get away with doing some things wrong.

(The first sin in question: throwing himself headfirst into physics and chemistry despite having enough money to pursue respectable subjects like history, politics, literature, or historical political literature.)

Haru had people who could do the tiresome but necessary business of actually bringing the goods from one place to another. Unfortunately, there did come times where he had to make the trek in person, generally when it involved a noble personage of one dinky plot or another who got delusions of grandeur. Haru would then kiss his wife and children, board the caravan, and head to woo the noble who was choking his trade routes. This time, he was with a scribe, a servant, and two hired Sarutobi guards.

(The greater sin: blabbing about his scientific interests with everyone who had the slightest amount of interest, which in Haru’s world, was the equivalent of looking in his direction.)

He’d talked his associates’s ears off during the journey there, and on the way back, both his employees were resigned to hearing his newest ideas--his scribe knew it by heart. Though the younger ninja had been interested at first, now the two Sarutobi were staring into the distance with glazed eyes.

(The final sin: making sure that he walked his hostage audience through the concepts in question until they understood it instead of blabbing without input, denying said audience the luxury of entirely tuning it out.)

So when Haru stopped in Chiyuku to pay the necessary pilgrimage to Healer Yui’s residence, he of course took her offer of tea as an invitation to speak about his newest pet theory. Haru hadn’t met with her personally before, having never been down this route himself, but he and every merchant with business on this side of the country knew about her. And Haru especially knew of her reputation for sharing knowledge. Was it likely that she knew anything about his interests? No, but that had never stopped him before.

“I have a great interest in science,” he began, smiling.

She didn’t pause in the middle of bandaging—the younger Sarutobi was lightly burned, but only because he’d practiced some sort of ninja technique above his skill levels, much to the exasperation of the older one—but she looked up.

“Is that so?” Yui was perfectly polite. “What kind of sciences?”

“Oh, physics and chemistry, mainly.” He let his smile grow brighter. “The very big and very small, the planets and the atoms.”

There was a glint of genuine interest now, even as she said, “Give me a minute, please.” Haru was content to wait as she gave the ninja instructions, washed her hands, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a seat across from him. “You’re a scholar in both subjects?”

Her voice was the mix of a rustic drawl and clipped enunciation that educated rural folk tended to have, and Haru could detect traces of other accents, likely picked up from all the travelers that came through Chiyuku.

(Again, he wasn’t a bad merchant. He was a rather excellent one, though his wife was the exceptional half. Haru was well-versed in the art of sizing someone up.)

“I am!” Haru sipped his tea and was pleasantly surprised by its mellow flavor. He’d had worse tea in fancier places. “Are you aware of the elements of matter?” Before he could start his theory, he needed to gauge her current knowledge.

It wasn’t quite a non-sequitur, but Yui took the small leap between topics in stride. “Yes. Carbon, nitrogen…” She hesitated. “I have the periodic chart of elements. A colleague of mine gave me some books with them.”

HHaru’s interest was piqued. “Did he?” He reevaluated her and took a different tack. “As you might be aware, we can put some elements together and create new ones. Organics from organics and inorganics from like. Not one from the other, and some combinations of elements won’t combine at all. Why do you think so?”

And so began a conversation like none other that Haru had participated in, beyond his wildest dreams. (A virtue: Haru could talk and talk and talk, but he could also listen. With colleagues and scholars—and his brilliant, incredible wife—he could sit spellbound for hours, with little to say but “Please, continue!”)

He kept asking why, why, and she kept answering. Yui spoke about the shape of atoms and the charged pieces that made up them. She spoke about the bonds between elements and the shape of those bonds, all connected by little electric pieces of matter that orbited around them. Finally, he asked about the interactions of magnets and forces, about the minutiae of why some elements had so many electric bits, why the shells around each center were numbered the way they were.

“I’ve...” she paused. “ I don’t really know. This is all a guess, anyway,” she added. “None of this will be proved for decades.” Yui cleared her throat, gone hoarse with talking, and she sipped her tea.

By now, the sun had dipped from its high point to begin its journey downwards. Haru’s guard took the opportunity to hazard a reminder: “Perhaps it would be best to continue—”

“Thank you, Sarutobi-san,” interrupted Haru. “I think we shall stay sometime longer, if it suits the esteemed healer.”

Yui seemed torn, having clearly enjoyed a conversation with someone who not only followed along but also hadn’t questioned her authority. “I wouldn’t want to keep you…”

“No, not at all!” He waved her concerns aside. “Now, you were talking about proof? How would you prove this?” Haru took care to keep his voice eager and curious, letting no suggestion of incredulity or accusation color his voice. He knew how easy it was to dismiss a woman’s knowledge, intentionally or not. Why, his own darling wife needed him as a frontman to manage the business, as silly as that was—she was better than he ever could be.

With a hesitant smile, Yui began to describe a series of fantastical devices: microscopes that used electric pieces, machines that spun bits of matter fast enough to tear them open, and lightning that could split bonded compounds in two.

Haru listened eagerly, soaking up as much knowledge as he could. His ability to listen, his experience, and his surprisingly deep well of common sense gave him a fine-tuned nonsense detector. And yet, her words didn’t set it off, likely because they made sense. Likely because she admitted freely how she couldn’t prove any of it, that this was baseless speculation.

(It didn’t feel like it.)

“What about chakra? Where does this fit in?”

The two ninja, alternatively bored out of their minds and surprisingly keen to listen, perked up at Haru’s question.

And to his ongoing surprise, she laughed. “I have absolutely no idea.” Yui leaned back in her chair, taking another sip. “An energy source from another universe? A force we don’t understand? Who knows. All I know is that it seems to break all laws of the natural world.”

Haru mirrored her body language, leaning back as well. “And you know how to use it.”

“I do, but I don’t understand it.”

He made a contemplative sound. Haru liked knowing things, and Yui had done him an enormous favor by sharing. Then again, he liked knowing things, and she… was a mystery. For not the first time this journey, Haru wished that his wife was with him. She would know what to say. (Another flaw: his stubbornness, his refusal to let anything go when it caught his interest...)

“Is your knowledge supernatural?”

(... and the bluntness that resulted from it.)

This time, everyone stared at him.

Yui blinked, a mix of shock, horror, and annoyance displayed in her creasing forehead.

Haru blinked back, suddenly aware that this faux pas was inexcusable, even for him. “Anyway,” he said, moving the conversation on before it lingered like a carelessly lit firecracker between them, “I must thank you sincerely for indulging me. As a token of appreciation...”

Haru opened the bag that he had carried with him, full of physics and chemistry books that he had planned on going over with the healer—before she’d blown away every preconception and filled his minds with theories in no book before her. He chewed his lip, considering the titles, and finally picked out the one that had the most similar and detailed analysis to what she’d told him. It was mostly a comparison of elemental properties and compounds, but… Haru had noticed that despite her detailed knowledge, she’d made up many of the words for the esoteric parts of her masterful theory.

“Here,” he said, placing the book on the table. “If you want any others in my bag, do let me know. And if it pleases you, I can send you any book on any topic you desire, if you promise to share me more of your wonderful theories.” He undercut his statement with a bright smile, trying to convey that he meant it as a friend—or at least a friendly acquaintance.

Yui gave him a careful smile back, though her openness had shuttered with his blundered statement. “I’d like that,” she said.

And just like that, Haru had another puzzle he knew he had to solve: the source of her knowledge.

#sanitize fanfic #Oc-insert #naruto fanfic #extra

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