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girlboypersonthingy · 9 months ago

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Hiiii I wanted to request hazbin boys x injured male reader? Reader gets into a scuffle, gets roughed up quite a bit and comes home not looking too well (I wanna see em fuss over the reader lol)

Mmph, yes yes, I love boys fussing over their injured darling. Too fuckin cute! I have so many great requests for Hazbin and Helluva, I’m so excited 🫨 thanks for the request and enjoy anon 💟

Notes: gn!reader bc anyone can get into a scuffle so why not, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst

TW: blood, bruises, fighting, cussing, of course it’s suggestive during Angel’s part 😉

Includes Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and Alastor

Hazbin boys x reader- Bruises 🖤

You’re not sure who roughed you up, you barely got a look at the dudes before you were laid out on the dirty sidewalk getting punched and trying to push one of the perpetrators off you. Whoever he was, he was strong and brutal and must’ve really had a problem with you because damn, you were fucked up. Not that you couldn’t hold your own, but there was more than one of them and they really caught you off guard. You had suffered several blows to the face and a few kicks to the stomach and back. Seemed like the group showed just a bit of mercy tho- they could’ve broken your legs or straight up killed you. Luckily, you limped away with only minor injuries but a huge blow to your psyche. While it could’ve been worse, it was horrific and traumatizing regardless.

It’s hard trying to stay tough and take care of yourself because you’re scared, feeling like you’ll have to look over your shoulder from now on when you’re out on the streets. It was also a bit embarrassing considering Husk and Angel offered to tag along with you to keep you safe but your dumb ass insisted you were fine alone.

It was late now, around the time everyone went to bed at the hotel so you were expecting to silently creep inside, hobble to your room and take care of yourself in secret. And if anyone asked about the marks or bruises the next day, you’d just blame it on a wild night of partying. To your surprise, as you walk in the door the entirety of the hotel’s staff and residents were sitting on the floor and couches in the front room, drinking and talking by the fireplace. Of course, Charlie had everyone doing some bonding bullshit late at night. The sound of the door clicking open has everyone’s eyes looking towards you now. “Ah, shit…” Leaves your swollen lips as the crowd gasps and one by one, they all stand and approach your damaged figure. Finally, the one person you really didn’t want to see you like this comes rushing forward to get a good look at you.

Lucifer 🍎

“Oh, Satan! (Y/N), are you okay? What happened? Ohhh, my poor angel!”

Proceeds to fuss and worry over you while wearing the saddest expression :,( his poor bb

Might actually cry a little…just hurts him to see his darling all banged up.

It’s not just the physical pain he senses, it’s the emotional pain you feel too- the fear and the trauma and the stress of it all

His hands just hover all around the most damaged parts of you- fingers almost touching your eye which was now swollen shut, his thumb ghosting over your busted bottom lip

Whisks you away to his room and runs you a bath. Gets you all clean and is probably still whining and crying over you as he watches the bath water turn red with all the blood washing off you and gets you ready for bed.

He’s an emotional man, okay?

He also feels extremely guilty for not being there to protect you. Even if you bluntly told him you don’t need his protection, he feels like it’s still his fault at least a little bit.

Miiiiiiight start a silly little argument over you never leaving the hotel or his side ever again lol

“I just want to protect you, my love. Please! Stop being stubborn.”

He’ll really really baby you tho.

Like even if your legs are working fine, NOPE! Don’t move an inch. Luci will carry you anywhere you desire.

“Lucifer, I just have a black eye and some scrapes. I can walk just fine, babe.”

And he’ll just ignore you and continue to coddle you and do everything for you

For sure this man peppers very gentle, very soft and slow kisses on your tender face once you’re cleaned up and finally resting in his bed

And he for sure cries again in the morning when he wakes up and your face looks even worse

Probably even panics a bit like-

“IM TAKING YOU TO A HOSPITAL OH MY SATAN!!! MY POOR BABY WWAAAA!”

“It’s just some bruises! Luci, they always look worse before they look better, I’m fine.”

Just calm him down with some kisses and words of love

Angel Dust 🕸️

“Holy shit! What happened, babe? Oh no…this is bad. This is sooo bad! This is why we wanted to go with ya.”

Also gets very dramatic and concerned, looks so sad over your battle wounds

But of course he’s a flirt even under tough circumstances and can make a dirty joke even in the most dire situations

He’d definitely tell you you look hot asf and that you’re soooo brave~

Tries to lighten the mood a bit

“(Y/N), I wanna be the only one who gets to rough you up.” *pouts but also winks at you*

Angel has had his fair share of beatings courtesy of Valentino so he’s very good at first aid and knows tons of tricks to help with bruising, cuts, scrapes, preventing scars, relieving the pain.

He’s great at the clean up part but even better at the comfort part

Brings out all six arms to wrap you up in while you lay in his bed, cuddling up to you while offering soft kisses to the parts of you that aren’t so sore.

Angel is always down to fuck so if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll offer you some great sexual healing while being oh so careful of all your wounds and all the painful spots.

Will let you take control too, he hopes it’ll make you feel better and maybe return some of the confidence you lost from this scuffle.

He can spot a bruised ego from a mile away and he’ll do anything to get you feeling happy and secure again.

Also argues with you about never letting you go anywhere alone ever again lol he just loves you too much. If you’re gonna get jumped, he’s either gonna be there to help you out of it or he’s gonna be taking half the beating right next to you.

Reminds me of a song…

“I wanna walk with you, wherever you go to. I wanna hurt with you. Whatever you go through, I do too.” -sour switchblade by Elita

Yeah that’s Angel, just wants to be beside you no matter the circumstances

Husk 🃏

“Oh, you dummy! This is why we wanted to go with you. Oh, doll face. Who did this? You alright?”

Yeah, he’s mean sometimes so he’s gonna scold you for going out alone before the comforting starts.

Ultimately, he doesn’t pull you away to get you cleaned up or anything. Lets you decide what to do next, where to go. He just follows you and keeps a hand on you somewhere to let you know he’s here for you.

Will whip up any drink you ask for in hopes of it relieving the pain a bit

But he’s sneaky, he’s gonna ask you tons of questions about what happened, who did it, where you were, how many of them there was. Won’t give you your drink until you answer him.

Husk is plottin and schemin, wanting to get back at the assholes who did this to you. Hes thinking about all the cool, little weapons he has and what he can do with them to teach those jerks a lesson.

In the end tho, he does get more sentimental and soft spoken later while cuddled up to you in bed.

He’ll purr softly in your ear while letting his hands gently roam your body, tracing comforting circles all over your bruised skin

Will def wrap you up in his silky wings and then proceed to pour out his entire heart to you.

“I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay. You need to listen to me. I know better than you, I’ve been down here a long time. You have to be more careful. I dunno what I’d do if I lost ya, doll. You gotta stick with me, I’ll always protect ya.”

Once you fall asleep, he wanders out to the lobby to find Angel at the bar and there they talk about teaming up to get revenge on the assholes who dared to touch Husk’s little babe

The next morning, of course they’re still talking about it. You’ll have to tell these idiots to stop and just let it go bc omg they sound crazy rn they’re gonna make a mess if you let this continue

Buuuut if you kinda like them fussing over you this much, then by all means let them do their thing as you sit back and enjoy the attention

Ooooh, Husky is getting maadddd. Kinda cute when he lets a protective growl slip out while talking to Angel. Aww he loves you~

Sir Pentious 🐍

Immediate tears and full blown panic attack at the sight of your battered face.

“OH MY GOODNESSSSSS!!! My baby! My darling! Ohhhhhh, you poor thing, come here! I’ll take care of you.”

Doesn’t care that the entirety of the hotel residents are crowded around watching you two- Pentious holds you like a baby in his arms and carefully sinks to the ground with you, holding you so tight it actually kinda hurts due to all your bruises.

Cries for a while like this- goes back and forth between examining your bruises and cuts and bloody nose with his watery eyes to then burying his face in your neck as he weeps for you.

“Pen, I’m okay. Just a little banged up. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!! You’re too pretty to be beaten up like thisssss. Aawwwww.” And he’s crying even harder now.

And this goes on for a while until you finally decide to get up and go to your room with him to get cleaned up.

Babies the absolute fuck out of you- brings you food in bed and tries to feed it to you, gets you in the bath and refuses to let you touch anything while insisting he do all the work for you, carries you everywhere.

It’s actually so nice tho- he washes your hair for you real slow and firm as he scrubs your scalp, very carefully washes the dirt and dry blood from your skin only to reveal more bruises he hadn’t seen before, carefully applies ointment to your bloody cuts and scrapes

Listen…this man is not gonna stop crying until you are 100% healed up. Even the next morning, you wake up beside him to see his face wet with tears as he sniffles.

At least you know he really truly deeply cares for you and loves you 💚

“Oh, it’s okay, babe. I’m felling so much better today, especially since I get to start my morning in bed with you.”

And now he decides he’s gonna keep you in bed all day and continue to baby and pamper you

Keeps his tail and most of his body wrapped around you loosely all day as you watch movies and relax. Cant stop staring at your face and focusing on each blue and black bruise you wear, eyeing every cut and scrape and the split skin on your lip.

You took a beating and he thinks it’s only fair that you and him stay in bed until you’re truly feeling well enough to resume your normal daily tasks.

Of course, he has to stay with you in case you need something! Can’t leave his injured partner alone, wouldn’t dream of it!

Vox 🖥️

(I know he’s not at the hotel, pretend you just walked into V Tower instead, k?)

REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?! Who? Where? When? HOW FUCKING HOW DARE THEY-“

You’ll have to cut him off or he’ll go on an entire raging tangent about revenge and eventually short circuit lol

“Voxy, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. I just wanna get clean and go to bed.”

He slowly cools off and begins to focus more on you and your injuries, asking if you’re okay or if there’s anything he can do. Now behind closed doors, his entire attitude changes.

He’s following you into every room, watching you with an expression of intense sadness and concern, wishing he could take all your pain and give it to himself instead. He’d suffer for you if it meant seeing you happy and healthy

Sits in the bathroom in silence but keeps you company while you wash up. He might ask if you need help but also wants to give you space and make sure you feel safe

Assists you in getting dressed while making it very romantic and being very attentive. Vox will so slowly slip your pajamas onto you while letting his claws ghost over all your bruises.

Will lean in and kiss your busted lips right as your head pops through the top of your shirt, followed by a smile and probably more kisses

Listen, most of these boys are gonna become way more over protective after this incident okay? Vox is most definitely not an exception

Insists that either He’s gonna be with you every where you go from now on or he’s gonna send security with you every where you go from now on.

And no matter who is with you when you’re out in the streets, his cameras will also be watching over you.

Oh yeah, and he goes back in the cam footage and has a perfect view of the whole incident. He watches it over a few times before ordering a hit on every sinner who dared to mess with his lover.

You’ll never have to worry or look over your shoulder or worry again 😘

Alastor 🩸

Doesn’t say much or even stay long to worry about you at first.

He’s more angry and bent on revenge than anything. He’s worried about you too but he knows you’re strong and can take care of yourself.

He slips off to do some exploring and investigating to find out who did this to you

Spends maybe an hour figuring it out and then promptly goes on a murder spree to take care of all those pesky sinners who dared to lay a finger on his beloved

Okay, now that that’s out of his system, he can come back and take care of you.

Isn’t as cuddly and romantic as the others but he still babies you and refuses to let you do anything for yourself.

“Now now, darling. Just relax. I’ll have you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.”

Bathes you, dresses you, tucks you into bed all while humming slow tunes to you

Doesn’t cuddle you but sits on the bed beside you and gives your head some gentle pets

“You won’t have to worry any longer, my dove. I took care of those degenerates and I’ll never let you wander the streets of hell alone ever again.”

Will place a gentle kiss on your throbbing head before leaving you to rest.

He’s serious tho, anywhere you go he goes too. You’re never leaving his sight again ❤️‍🩹

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whatasillyguy · 11 months ago

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" You WILL listen. "

reader x Valentino (not really, reader fucking kills him)

cw/tw ; pretty bad gore descriptions , Valentino fucking dies , reader, being the MC , reader is really fucking overpowered , reader has a description , reader has the power to be reborn.

landing back on the same sidewalk as you always do, you sit up quickly, your appearance the same as all the other times. Usually, you'd just piss off some demon, and get yourself killed as quickly as possible, to get reborn again. But today you were feeling extra mad.

oh look at the lucky you, clad in your signature dark red cargo and long sleeved turtleneck crop top; had fallen next to the last person you wished to see. Fucking Valentino.

As you had sit up quickly, one of his arms yanking you to his side, you'd push yourself off of him, and would continue to walk next to you, your long forked tail swishing in anger.

" what's the matter doll?~ playing hard to get?~ " he'd hiss into your ear, clenching your jaw, you had one more snarky comment left of sanity before you pulled him apart limb from fucking limb.

"shut the fuck up. Valentino."

you'd growl out, your eyes narrowing as you untied your jet black hair, most of it falling, and covering Valentino's person from your view.

" ohhh~ " he'd drawl out, continuing quickly, pulling you in by your waist; "muñeca~ I love the hard to get ones~ "

staring at him with your fully white eyes, you'd look down to the hand on your waist, grabbing his wrist

"awhhh~ is Bonita finally come around?~ "

he'd attempt to kiss your cheek, as you broke his wrist with your bare hands, then you barely tugged on it, as his arm swiftly came off of his waist, he'd scream in pain, another one of him arms going to grab you by the neck, another holding the area that was spouting blood everywhere.

As he grasped your neck, your extremely sharp teeth would smile widely, grabbing the hand around your neck, you'd use your sharp claws to slice it clean off. Doing this he'd scream like a little baby; after his little show, you had decided to show him you were called meat for a reason.

after his hand dropped to the blood-soaked pavement, tentacles your circle you two, coming from the ground, most grabbing his remaining arms, the others shielding you and him from others, as their flashes took photos and videos of the scene going on.

as he was held in place you raised your hand a bit, flicking your finger you sent a rather large tentacle to cut through his gut. Deciding to leave him at that, the tentacles would vanish, picking up his phone you'd call his little boy-toy "Vox" uttering one word.

"meat."

as soon as you said that Vox zapped through the phone as you threw it next to Valentino. " control your little bitch next time Vox."

you'd growl, with a flick of your clawed hand, you vanished.

please do not copy, translate, or repost (on tumblr or another site) if you wish to take inspo, please anonymously ask, or DM me for the go ahead. tag me if you are to ever take inspo from anyone of my projects.

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin angel dust #husk hazbin hotel

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purgatory-is-life · 3 months ago

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Mechtober day 4/prompt 4, mechanization

ohhh boy this is a long one fkaldjkf

@mechtober-2024 - - - How They All Came To Be - Reality666Rift999 - The Mechanisms (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

tw roughly in order; heart issues, heart failure (i am no doctor so this might not be super accurate), gun mentions, blood, blood loss, memory issues, alcohol mentions, fire mentions, implied/mention death via fire, loss of autonomy, i just had a lot of thoughts abt brians morality switch ig, minor character death (bertie), unethical science(? doc turning tim into a mechanism at jonnys request but w/out tims permission), loss of limbs/loss of wings, infection, exhaustion, a bit more minor character death (mostly unnamed characters), impromptu amputation, probably more, feel free to ask to tag something

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Jonny wasn’t sure how to feel. He was free, finally, from that hellscape that haunted him and dragged him down, kept him sunken and afraid and obedient. He was free.

All thanks to the Doc. (He didn’t even know vampires were real before meeting her.)

He was ecstatic, his shoulders felt lighter than they had in years, he was afraid, he didn’t know what he was doing and a part of him wished he had the familiarity and certainty of that damned place, and he was so confused as to why he missed that hellmouth.

But he was at least mostly happy, so he managed to push his fear and sadness and even maybe regret to the back of his mind. Focus on the present, focus on the overwhelming joy and excitement of being free.

He had to return the favor to her somehow, had to help her in some way like she did to him. To show her how much her provided escape meant to him.

So he helped her around her–their, because it was his home now too, because she insisted it was theirs and they were in this together (she actually wanted him around)–space shuttle, small and maybe a little cramped with the two of them living on it almost constantly, one of the three bedrooms converted to a lab that the Doctor never allowed him in. He cleaned, he did the repairs he could do with his little knowledge of mechanics, he sewed and patched up their clothes when they went long stretches between planets, he did whatever he could to show the Doctor how much the escape meant to him.

Though he never truly outright said anything. Growing up in that hellhole, he knew any sign of weakness could make everything flip on a dime and he wasn’t risking the best thing he’d had in years. He was going to savor every moment, every moment and every drop of kindness from the Doctor, before it sours. The Doctor promised she’d never do anything to him that could hurt him, promised that she’d love him until eternity ran dry.

And for once, he believed her. He trusted her, he knew she wasn’t lying. But that didn’t change that he couldn’t show weakness, it didn’t change the beliefs and fears ingrained in him from years growing up in the hell house that was his childhood home and planet. But he still knew that she was being honest.

She was someone he could trust.

So he wasn’t exactly sure why he didn’t tell her before it got this bad.

His heart felt like it was going to explode, like he could barely breathe. Everything hurt but his chest hurt the most. He could feel his heart, beating fast-too-fast, and he needed help.

It happened sometimes, where if he walked around too much or ran around a lot, he had to lay down as the world spun and his heart tried to beat itself out of his chest. But it usually passed, he was usually back to running around like normal within a few hours–a day at most, and on bad days his heart being all weird made it so that he was bedridden for a few days even if he generally felt fine. But this time it wasn’t going away, something was wrong.

Something was wrong and he was terrified.

So he stumbled off to find the Doctor, collapsing as soon as he did.

“D-Doc,” he wheezed out, as the vampire rushed over to him, “D-Doc there’s s-something wr-wrong with my heart…”

Tears pricked at his eyes, even though he was trying really hard to be strong. The Doctor grabbed his shoulders, gently, bracing him up.

“S-somethin’s wrong…”

“Jonny-”

He tried to keep the tears at bay, but they started flowing the moment his name left her lips, her voice thick with gentle care and concern. “S-something’s w-wrong a-and I’m sc-scared… M-mom I-I’m scared,” Jonny struggled to get out a wheeze through his sobs, the difficulty breathing making him sob harder. With as much strength as he could he grabbed Doctor Carmilla’s arm and held on like she was his lifeline. “M-mom, I- I don’t- don’t want to- to die,” he sobbed. He was so tired. Darkness crept at the edges of his vision as his tears blurred the image of the Doctor in front of him, the Doc holding onto him just as tightly as he held onto her. Everything hurt and his chest hurt so much, like someone was ripping him open and squeezing the frail organ beating wildly. If he listened to it, he could hear it skipping more and more beats and with each beat missed the more afraid he grew and the faster his heart beat.

Something in her demeanor changed, though. The Doc squeezed him and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m not going to let you die, Jonny,” She said, words comforting and cutting through the fog of sobs and darkness lingering around Jonny. “Never, okay? You’ll be fine. I promise.”

And he believed her.

And he trusted her.

And he woke up who knows how long later without a heart, but a steady tick-tick-tick replacing it and a cold, metal plate over where his heart should be.

—--

The first few years were hard to get used to. To the ever present tick-tick-tick where his heart should be, to having to ask the Doctor to perform maintenance on it at least once a year when the ticking got too irregular and painful, to the knowledge that he couldn't die. But the Doctor was there for him, there with a warm drink and a shoulder to lean on when everything became too much.

And sometimes he needed to step away from her for a little while, hence why he volunteered to hijack them a bigger, better ship while they were passing through Cyberia. For some reason the Doc had her eyes set on a specific one, but Jonny wasn’t going to question her. And so he went and found the starship, earning the ship in probably the most unhinged game of roulette the soldiers had ever seen or experienced, while the Doc went off to do her own things.

He got to know the star ship he’d won from the Cyberian soldiers. She was the Aurora, and once upon a time she was not a starship. The Cyberians stripped her of her body and her life, but she was free now, with Jonny and the Doctor. Jonny was happy to be that freedom for her, like the Doc was to him. And so their little crew grew that day from two to three.

And soon they grew from three to four.

Jonny protested, at first. He didn’t wish this undying life on anyone, it was painful, it was long, and there were only a few people who could truly relate. But the Doctor insisted it was the only way to save her life, she was too far gone. And so she proceeded, and their crew grew again, from three to four.

Anastasia Nikolaevna Rasputina was not happy about being mechanized, at first. Jonny wasn’t happy either, so he really couldn’t blame her for that. She disappeared into one of the rooms of the Aurora. And she didn’t emerge for longer than a few minutes at a time for at least a year or two. That was fine, Jonny would give her all the space she needed. It was a rough adjustment, and everyone had different ways to cope.

But eventually she started coming out of her room more, opening up to Jonny and Aurora and the Doc. And their crew grew from two to three to four. Jonny’s family wasn’t perfect or normal, not by any means, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Ivy didn’t remember being mechanized. Ivy didn’t remember if she asked to or if she was brought into the Aurora without her permission.

She was scared to find out. She didn’t know if she’d like the answer.

But knowledge was power and power was valuable no matter where she was.

Ivy didn’t know anything about her past, just gasps as she woke up and rebooted for the day, just gasping and fear pulsing through her body as she tried to remember what her nightmare was about, tried to remember why she was so afraid.

She made up for it with the ability mechanization had given her, her ability to remember anything and everything even if she was detached from those memories. But still, she sought knowledge and information and anything she could about her past. Anything that she could grab on to, even if it wasn’t anything concrete or certain.

Ivy didn’t remember what caused her to be mechanized, didn’t remember if she asked or if the Doctor revived her against her will. She didn’t know if she wanted to know, didn’t know if she would like the answer.

There was a 22.1% chance that she wouldn’t like the answer. There was a 24.65% chance she would. And a 53.25% chance that she wouldn’t have a strong leaning either way, that she wouldn’t know how she felt.

When she asked Jonny, he didn’t want to tell her.

But she pushed and pushed until he agreed to tell her a bit.

They found her in a large library, a large library that was burning and burning quickly. She was dying, choking on the smoke and from injuries Jonny didn’t dare specify or describe. Jonny and Nastya protested, when the Doctor brought her unconscious body onto the Aurora. But the Doctor continued anyway. Aurora was the main aid to her the first few weeks as she was adjusting to her new mechanism, when she couldn’t retain anything for longer than a day and couldn’t recognize anyone. It wasn’t pretty.

“Knowing the Doc, your brain might be around here somewhere,” Jonny said, giving her a shit-eating grin, “might find it next time you go in for maintenance.”

Ivy rolled her eyes and left him to his whiskey and misery. She had an answer, mostly.

She didn’t know how she felt about the answer.

—--

Ashes O’Reilly was filled with a burning fire, that’s why the Doc picked them, Jonny guessed. She seemed drawn to people with an inner chaos, and inner violence. Jonny wasn’t fully sure what exactly it was that the Doctor looked for whenever she got the itch to take someone, but he guessed it was probably something similar to that fire Ashes was full of.

Out of everyone so far, Ashes had taken their mechanization the best. They rolled with it, finding joy and a new spark in a pile of dry kindling with their newfound immortality. Often literally, taking advantage in order to burn as much as they desired. They didn’t care too much if they got caught in the crosshairs of their own fires, so long as it got the job done and left whatever it was they were burning a charred pile of soot. They seemed to roll with the punches easily, keeping up with the chaos by not letting it smother their fire but instead letting their fire change directions with the wind.

Jonny wasn’t sure how he liked them. But he definitely didn’t hate them. They were fun, if confusing. They carried themself with a confidence, a gravity that seemed to draw everything around them into orbit. They were fascinating. Jonny thought himself lucky, being able to watch as their story unfurled. He supposed that’s what their gravitational pull tends to do. Makes you believe that you’re lucky to know them. Still.

Ashes was filled with a brilliant, burning fire, and Jonny couldn’t wait to watch it consume whatever they desired.

—--

Brian was the one everyone rioted against. There were a number of reasons why everyone didn’t want the Doctor to make him a Mechanism, but most of them agreed that it just seemed… Cruel. Whatever left him floating out in space was cruel, but not letting him rest seemed almost crueler, somehow. But she was insistent.

Brian wasn’t sure how he, personally, felt about his mechanization. It changed from day to day. From mode to mode.

He did hate his morality switch, he knew that for certain. No matter which mode he was on; what ends justified giving him something that could completely rewrite the way he approached things? Something that could completely rewrite how he viewed himself and how he viewed the world? It was wrong to try and control how another views the world, how another experiences the world and its many ups and downs, it does not justify any possible ends.

The switch was always jarring, too. Not that the others seemed to notice, switching it back and forth constantly like a game or just because they didn’t like how he approached a situation. Apparently he only ever stalled for a minute or two at most whenever his morality switch was flipped. It never felt that short, it always seemed to take hours and hours as his body screamed and his mind changed and everything about him was rewritten and recorded over and changed.

Sometimes he tried to justify the morality switch to himself.

He was a very complicated– thing. The technology needed to mechanize him was very complicated and the Doctor didn’t have everything, saying that she had to use some of the technology that they’d found with him to revive him, to keep his heart pumping. Brian didn’t truly remember making any of the machinery or technology that they’d shown him, that they had found with him, but somehow he knew that it was his before they told him. He wasn’t sure any of the machinery he’d made was any more complex than the beautiful works of art that the Doc had ever made, but she used it for his revival so it must’ve been something masterful. And because the mechanics of his brass body were so complicated, then maybe the morality switch was because the remaking of his brain was just as complicated, if not more so because of how confusing and finicky the mind can be. Maybe it was just a necessary evil.

Although Ivy had a similarly mechanical brain to him, and she didn’t have anything equivalent to his switch. She may not be able to emotionally connect to her memories, and she may have terrible nightmares, but she didn’t have a morality switch. Brian had horrible nightmares, too, he’s had them for his entire life (he thinks. He can’t be fully certain, but something in him knows that the nightmares that are always just a bit too real and a bit too close to events that happen or have happened have followed him since long before his second first death. That the nightmares and the songs that follow them are the one sure thing he has from the past he barely remembers).

But she had to have added it for a reason. Because there had to have been a reason she added the dreaded thing when she revived him, reconstructed his body with brass and iron and copper.

He had to believe she wasn’t just being cruel to him for cruelty's sake.

She gave him this new body of brass and iron and copper, this body that always felt just slightly off and slightly wrong and didn’t always register as his when he saw it; she saw whatever his mangled corpse looked like and decided to pity him and give him a third second chance. So she couldn’t have just been… It couldn’t have just been a decision on a whim. It had to have been for a reason.

Though, if he was being honest, as it’s wrong to lie, he was scared of the reason. He was scared that whatever her reason was cruel or to keep him in line–he saw how the other Mechanisms acted often, they didn’t respect authority half the time and they didn’t often like to listen to her. Compared to them, he was like an obedient little pet, because he often kept his issues with everything going on behind tightly closed lips. If asked, he would be honest about how he felt, but everyone very quickly learned not to ask. He hardly ever had any tact in his honesty, after all. At least on Means Justify Ends.

Of course, he truly didn’t think that was the reason for the switch. He truly didn’t believe that her reason for adding it was as malicious or as heartless as the reasons his own mind presented. But it didn’t mean that he wasn’t full of dread at the thought of asking her. And so he didn’t, because he simply didn’t want to know the answer. Perhaps he would, if someone asked and he was on the right mode, but he didn’t want to know. She gave him a gift, something that he should be grateful for. A new chance at life after whatever happened that led to him getting launched into space. He wasn’t going to ask about the caveat that came with it.

—--

The Toy Soldier was odd.

The crew picked it up while Jonny was in jail for Crimes (thanks, Ashes), and it seemed to seek them out all solely to help them. To do things for them and please whoever was nearest.

Jonny thought it was annoying. It was so helpful, it changed its opinion at the drop of a hat, and it just wouldn’t leave. It was always around, even if he tossed it out of the air lock or into deep space.

Jonny thought it was so terribly annoying.

It’s voice, too, it’s voice was awful. It was haunting.

But the story attached to how a wooden thing got such a beautiful, haunting voice was alluring. It was the one reason he was allowing it to be aboard. Even though everyone would get it back if it didn’t come back on its own.

The Toy Soldier was annoying, and odd, and had a hauntingly beautiful voice that was not its own once upon a time. Perhaps that’s why it fit in so well with the Mechanisms and the Doctor.

—--

Tim was the best thing that ever happened to Jonny. In the tunnels, dark and muddy and reeking of blood constantly. He was having an amazing time, deep in the darkness and free to cause unthinkable violence and no one ever once questioned his ‘luck’ during the battles because there wasn’t really any way to see in the deep, vantablack dark of the moon tunnels. And Tim was his light in that darkness, kind to a fault and caring and stuck in a war he should not be in. He had a violent streak of his own, he could be ruthless and merciless and thoughtlessly reckless. And that’s why Jonny was–fascinated? Yes, fascinated–by Tim. Because he was kind and considerate despite everything, he tried so hard to take care of those he considered friends, and yet he could be bloodthirsty and vicious in battle. He showed Jonny unrelenting care and kindness between bouts of misery and bloodshed.

Tim was the best thing that ever happened to Jonny.

And really, Jonny could say the same to Bertie, too, because Bertie had that same endless well of kindness and compassion as Tim, because Bertie was Tim’s unmoving and unchanging anchor. Bertie was the anchor to Tim’s ship weathering the violent storm of war, and Jonny was just a passerby, a viewer. A stowaway, perhaps.

They were probably the best things that ever happened to Jonny.

But then Bertie died.

And something in Tim snapped, something changed. His reckless abandon became even more reckless, his bloodthirsty ways leaving no one spared when he went charging into battle.

It was the most horrific, beautiful scenes of violence and agony and grief Jonny had seen in a while. But it was going to get Tim killed, sooner or later. Tim would not be able to last like this. No mortal could ever last like that; Tim’s beautiful bonfire had turned into a raging forest fire, one that would smother itself out sooner or later.

And smother itself it did, when he was too busy maiming one soldier to notice another lenny lining up their plasma rifle. Of course, by this point Jonny himself had been captured, and had only heard about it second hand, but he could’ve seen something like that coming a mile away.

Of course, what happened next when Tim had been taken into the Kaiser’s throne room, forced to kneel before the man, Jonny admittedly did not foresee. It’s not like he’s Brian, with his weirdly accurate dreams (how does a robot even dream?), he just has a bit of a sense for how things tend to go. And besides, anyone with eyes or ears could tell how this story in particular would end. The set up wasn’t exactly one for that with a happy ending.

But that didn’t mean Jonny expected Tim to blow the moon up.

It reminded him of Ashes, funny enough. Being full of such rage and devastation that it had to go somewhere, and so they light something up and watch it burn. And watch it burn he did, for when Jonny went frantically searching he found Tim with his eyes melted from his skull.

Jonny couldn’t lose him, couldn’t lose the best thing that had happened to him.

He was going to hate him, Jonny knew, but he couldn’t lose him. So he made probably the most rash decision of his immortal life. And so he begged, he begged the Doctor to save him, despite everyone’s distaste at the idea. Despite everyone’s anger, despite Brian’s disappointment, despite Ashes’s ire, despite Ivy’s confusion and Nastya’s dismay. Even Aurora tried to protest against his request. The Toy Soldier didn’t care, it never seemed to have strong opinions. Everyone protested, everyone raged like they had with Brian.

But the Doctor never could pass up a chance to practice her science, could never pass up a chance to try and make her kids happy. Especially with how strained everything had gotten recently. With how the distance seemed to only continue growing no matter how much the Doctor tried to close the gap.

Jonny didn’t care if Tim hated him. He refused to lose the best thing that happened to him.

—--

Raphaella was bleeding, everything around her was covered in blood.

They had taken her wings.

What crime did she commit to deserve that? She hadn’t– she hadn’t done anything, she thought. She was just curious. She just needed to know. That wasn’t a crime, was it?

Of course it was. Why else would they steal her wings.

Everything was covered in a thick layer of dark red blood. She didn’t have a lot of time. She’d bleed out sooner or later, with nothing and no one to properly help her patch up the gaping open wounds. But she could delay it, hopefully, just long enough. Just long enough. And so she did.

She wrapped bandages around her torso as tightly as she could, hoping to stop the bleeding as much as possible, and got to work. She had scattered notes, half finished tests, a stolen prototype and half finished prosthetics to work with, she could do this. She didn’t want to die. So… She wasn’t going to die. Hopefully.

She worked tirelessly, and quickly, because she could feel the blood loss catching up to her and infection setting in from her bound but not cleaned wounds. But she did manage to finish her work, nearly two days after her wings were stolen. She was sluggish and tired and everything was too hot-too cold and the world was spinning. She couldn’t tell if her fatigue was exhaustion or if she really was just her lack of sleep or if it was the infection. She could hear death’s crooning calls, telling her to close her eyes and rest. But she was always a coward.

And the prosthetics, the most advanced piece of technology she’d ever made, were finished, and hopefully they would stave off death for long enough for her to finish her work, would stave it off for her to live a long and fulfilling life.

But first she had to attach the metallic wings to her body before the infection took her.

She didn’t exactly have the right materials to graft the metal wings onto her body properly, but the infection wouldn’t wait for her to get them, and she wouldn’t wait. Couldn’t, she couldn’t wait. She didn’t want to die, and she refused to die.

The process was a blur, and probably took longer than she thought, but her vision was swimming and she was fading in and out of consciousness. When she was finished, she collapsed and everything went dark.

Eventually she woke up, to find the infection cleared from her body, and the wings on her back integrated into her spine a lot better than she was expecting. As she sat up, she tested her wings. She wanted them to move, to open and close, and they did. She could feel, though slightly delayed, but she could feel it and they did what she wanted them to do.

She managed to escape death. Death hasn’t taken her yet.

She grinned, watching as her new prosthetic wings followed the commands she sent through her brain.

She had some science to do, with these new wings of hers.

—--

Byron sobbed, choking as he cried. The rain poured, acid burning his skin as he tried to drag himself to somewhere more covered.

He wanted Thea. He wanted Zeze. Anyone. Anyone. Everything hurt and his skin burned to the touch and his arm– gods his arm… He didn’t want this. This wasn’t ever what he wanted. This wasn’t ever what was supposed to happen.

The Music was so loud.

The Music almost drowned out the pounding and hissing of the rain, drowning out his thoughts of pain and sadness and grief. But by now Byron was skilled at ignoring the Music, keeping it confined to the back of his head.

Dorothea was always so much better at drowning out the Music for him, though. She and Zeze would sing or play an instrument, and their songs were always so much easier to use to drown out the Sounds of the Music that always haunted him, ever since he was young and small. Sometimes he could drown it out himself but his arm was– but he couldn’t play his violin like this. How would he even get it here? In the middle of a battlefield, long since destroyed and abandoned because everyone was supposed to be dead.

Gods, everyone was dead.

Byron dry heaved, his stomach long since emptied of any of its minimal contents. Everyone’s dead and it was all his fault, everything was all his fault.

His arm was crushed and he was going to die just like everyone else and he’d deserve it because this was all his fault. He was the one who planned their attack, he was the one who led the charge despite what everyone else told him. Charging first– with the Music, his impulsivity grasping him in its claws yet again, his hubris guiding his actions.

But by the gods, was he selfish.

He had to cut off his arm, his mangled, infected, crushed arm. He’d die if he left it there. He’d die if he cut it off. He doesn’t know how to make a proper tourniquet. He doesn’t know how to perform an amputation. The Music would tell him, whisper sweet nothings in whistles and flutes and harps, but the Music lies. It has before. Either way, he’d die here, with his guilt and the memories of his family, and his hubris, and the consequences of his own actions.

It’s what he deserved.

But he was selfish. He was afraid and he didn’t want to die.

He didn’t want to die.

But the Music was loud, and it was playing a song he’d heard many times before. He heard it with Zeze, he heard it with Dorothea, he’d heard it before the battle shifted ties.

He was going to die here.

He didn’t want to die. The wind blew, and acid rain sprayed into the wounds of his horrid and dangling arm, causing him to screech in pain. Or, well, almost screech in pain. Nothing more than a wheezey gasp escaped his mouth as pain raced through his body. The Music was so, so loud.

Byron finally dragged himself under one of the trees that was resistant to the rain pouring from the sky. A smaller mech was damaged and destroyed, but safe from the corrosive nature of the rain, under the same tree as him.

The Music was so loud and Byron didn’t want to die.

He had a choice to make.

The mecha’s arm was about the right size, it wasn’t horribly damaged, and it would be able to respond to his nervous system. It would be good enough for now.

Byron’s vision swam as he crawled closer to the mecha, tugging its arm free from its own mutilated body. The Music was so loud. He wasn’t fully present as he grabbed one of the mechas weapons, a sword that was long and sharp and the best he could use in this instance. With the sword accessible, Byron tore up his uniform jacket, and used the tears to tie off his arm to hopefully prevent himself from bleeding out.

The Music swelled, screaming and overlapping as if rushing to be the first to witness his selfishness and stupidity.

Byron grabbed the sword and leveled it to where his damaged arm was less damaged, and as the Music screeched and yelled and shouted, and as his vision blurred and everything started blurring into nothing but emptiness, Byron cut off his arm.

He dropped the sword, biting his tongue so hard he could taste blood as he reached for the mech’s arm. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die.

He wasn’t going to die today.

And the Music began to change.

And Byron collapsed as he grasped onto the arm of the mecha.

And Byron von Raum died there on that rainy, blood-spattered day.

And Marius von Raum awoke from the carnage of that rainy, blood-spattered day.

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I feel like sometimes Mikey doesn’t respect boundaries sometimes, cause he constantly walks into reader house and sleep in her bed. But I feel like if you go take a shower she just follows you into the bathroom out of habit of following you around, gotta push him out the bathroom while he’s trying to convince you to let him stay in the bathroom while you shower. “Mikey no you can’t go in the bathroom with me I’m gonna shower!” “ I’ll stand outside the shower!” “Mikey no, I don’t want you to see me naked!” “No worries! I’ll close my eyes!” “No!” Dude not a pervert, just knows no boundaries.

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this is hilarious, long so under read more

sometimes Mikey doesn't respect boundaries? you mean he doesn't have any boundaries at all when it comes to you - and worst thing is that its not just him, ohhh no its the needy trio at it again

first time this happens they definitely tried to take a shower with you, since all the boys are basically no older than toddlers when it comes to you, you shoving them out with brute force (a first for you) the moment they tried to take off their shirt - you coming out to Kazutora just full on crying that you hated him, while Baji and Mikey sitting facing a wall looking depressed

had to spend the next few hours letting them cuddle up to you while gently explaining that they were guys, and you were a girl, and that friends didn't shower together, but honestly it just went in one ear and out the other, and you had to bribe them out of their foul mood with snacks and some tlc

same song and dance every day since then - maybe Baji would have some shame left in him, but Mikey and Kazutora will just cling onto your arms for dear life, putting all their weight on you by sitting on the floor insisting that you let them inside, promising that they really wouldn't look. they would never tell you, but it was an open secret that the three of them were worried you would forget about them the instant they disappeared from your sight, or that you would get hurt and no one would be there to save you

try everything they could possibly throw at you to get you to let them in - from offering to wash your hair or back, to asking you to wash their hair, to just outright throwing a tantrum and refusing to move from the shower - but nothing lasts long enough in the face of your food bribes, especially if it was a handmade version of their favourite snack

you having to actually enlist the help of Draken, Mitsuya and Pah on occasion to all but wrangle the other three away long enough for you to shut and lock the door, and then having to try your best to ignore the pounding on the groaning wooden door and the whimpers from the other side - though Draken and Mitsuya look suspiciously amused at the sight of Toman's fiercest fighters being reduced to whimpering messes after just fifteen minutes away from you, lying on the floor and nibbling on the emergency ration of snacks you kept for them in one drawer

you know those videos of cats that paw underneath the bathroom door trying to gain entry through a locked door? ya that'll be Mikey, Baji and Kazutora sticking and wriggling their fingers through the small crack at the base of the door every time you try to take a shower after coming home from school until you came out

and then imagine them one day catching yan Izana happily following you into the shower, fingers intertwined tightly with yours, and not getting instantly kicked out, oh boy - Izana just stating flatly that someone has to wash your back, and that as your boyfriend (former, which he conveniently left out), it was obviously his job

while you just taking the opportunity, with the four of them nearly starting world war three in your bedroom, to quietly close and lock the door behind you - them only realizing the situation when the sound of running water echoed over their angry retorts

great now you have four of them instead of three

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Yandere Bestfriend Baji HCs

sdkfjnslknfskjnfdlsknsdljfkn i can’t get Baji out of my head blessed 🙏🙏 so enjoy this absolute word vomit brought to you direct from my brainrot oh god i love Baji so much

tw: yandere , mentions of violence

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Most likely have been friends for years and attend the same school before you two upgraded your friendship to best friend status

You are someone that is perfectly fine with his toothy grin and his impulsiveness and his constant fighting, accepting him for who he is, and in turn he accepts you for who you are

Face turns beet red when you grab his hand to walk home from school together, but won't pull away

Secretly happy inside even if he tells you this is stupid, and you know that

Bestfriend bands 💯

Those that can click together to make a full image - yours has his name and his has yours

He wears it all the time and expects you to do the same - will absolutely pout and whine if he finds you not wearing it

No issues with bullies at school or outside - anyone that makes you feel even the slightest bit unhappy is getting beaten up

After that he treats you to your favourite dessert

Bestfriend dates and sleepovers all the time

Baji will always take you to go play with the colony of neighbourhood cats that he looks after

Cats can't seem to get enough of you and Baji - you two seemingly perpetually surrounded whenever yall are walking outside

Takes turn to treat each other to food and to bring lunch bentos

He knows all your favourites and dislikes, and you know his too

Your families probs know the other as well as you at this point

Study together all the time - when its near important tests and examinations, the two of you will definitely skip class to study by yourself, because its not like anything the teachers say gets into Baji’s head

Each other’s number 1 fan - you two always encourage and cheer for each other no matter what you are cheering for

You cheer for Baji when he fights, and Baji cheers for you when you study

Still has that hairband you gave him as a birthday present a few years back - always keeps it on his wrist but too chicken to actually use it in case it breaks

When he gets his bike, he takes you out for night rides in the city. Keeps a helmet and a jacket for you and makes you wear it even if he doesn't.

Makes sure you hold tightly onto him and worries that you might fall off - doesn’t actually ride as fast as he usually does

When he starts Toman with the rest, he lets you try out his jacket

Never invites you to any of the meetings or let you get to know the others - even though you are cool with him fighting, he doesn’t want to drag you in

Also doesn’t want you to accidentally fall for any of them

Still expects you to be loyal to Toman like him, so don’t go supporting any of the other gangs and saying they’re cool

You can tell him absolutely anything - he will sit and listen to you gush or rant about whatever you want at any time of the day

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A Friend In Me Part 2: Yandere Platonic Toman

aaahhh finally, this is done! the L O N G brainrot has arrived! Yes it got out of hand again, yes i emergency editted it - no i don’t regret all this self-indulgence. Self-love is important too ya know! Also i love all my toman boys blessed 🙏🙏🙏 may they be happy 🙏🙏🙏

As always, feel free to drop me an ask or dm me - i would love to hear from yall about your general thoughts, brainrot, and suggestions on where you want this to go :D Thanks for hanging around for so long everybody, enjoy~

A Friend In Me Part 1

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Returning to school the following week, your hopes of having another person you could call a friend were riding high off a fun-filled weekend. All the boys had crashed your house, forced you to put all your assignments and errands aside (for god’s sake just this once they groaned, and you just couldn't bring yourself to say no), and had taken turns to bring you out to places that you’ve never been before. You were reluctant, of course, giving up your precious study time when finals were really just round the corner, but with those puppy-eyes and constant pleading in your ear, you weren’t strong enough to turn them down.

And that was, hands down, the best decision you made all month, whether or not you were trying to lie to yourself. As someone whose life had been, up till meeting Baji and Mikey on that fateful afternoon, all but consumed in an endless cycle of school, work, home and utter loneliness, it blew your mind that there was so much to see, so much to do in this city you’ve lived your whole life. Maybe it was just that the city came alive when you were with your friends, maybe it was the laughs and smiles that saturated the sounds and sights. Be it fishing by the riverbank in the outskirts of the city with Draken and Pah-chin, which afterwards you had barbecued there and then and eaten the fish, or trying out a new cafe in outskirts with Mitsuya and Mikey, a half-an-hour bus ride away from your home, or even just picnicking in a public park under the shade of a century old tree with Kazutora and Baji, you never found a reason for your smile to drop.

Needless to say, it was with high spirits and a sprint in your step as you waved goodbye to Mikey, whose turn it was to drop you off at the front gates, your confidence at an all-time high. You could do it. All this time spent around friends that cared about you, who helped you build your confidence, and if you couldn’t make a single friend after all this help, maybe you didn’t deserve any. You were sure of it. You wouldn’t let them down.

Still fresh off a good start to your morning, what you failed to catch as you bounced off was the ever so slight crinkle of the corners of Mikey’s eyes, and the small smirk that was quickly concealed.

You didn’t think much at first when your morning greetings to your classmates went completely unanswered, brushing it off as just the morning blues. It was Monday, after all. The morning sun shone directly into your classroom, rays of sun that refracted fragile lines of rainbows through the clear glass windows. Spending a few minutes watching as they danced across the room before flickering out of existence, you pondered and reminisced about your weekend as you waited out the Monday glooms. But it was only when homeroom, and then first class dragged on with no rise in friendliness towards you did you realize that the situation you found yourself in wasn’t improving.

All you received in response were cold shoulders and even colder glares. Why? What did you do? Biting back the tears you could already feel forming, the rising sun was at least still warm on your skin. Maybe it was the way you were saying things? Maybe it was your expressions? No matter - you could try harder, you reminded yourself for the umpteenth time, even as your fingers picked away at the corner of your nails, the other free hand tugging and grasping at the hem of your school shirt. You could always try harder.

But it became quickly clear to you as the day passed that learning social skills apparently wasn't a strong suit of yours, your mind - your heart - failing to drown out the nagging voices that had been suppressed for so long, allowing them to roar straight back to the front of your thoughts. Remember that dream you had of falling off the tallest building headfirst? Your dream never had you crash into the street below, but you could safely say that you learnt that feeling when your dreams of having even more friends were all but smashed into a million pieces, and you were dunked straight back into the harsh reality of life.

Trying to turn your thoughts off your current treatment even as the afternoon sun, now blazing high in the sky, seemed to abandon you, leaving you feeling a bit chilly in your seat, you mentally noted that some of your classmates didn’t turn up for school at all, but you couldn’t quite reason why. Maybe the flu? But it was too many at the same time, and it wasn’t flu season either. Maybe they had too much fun and didn’t want to come back? Cause that was the way you felt at the moment. And when it was finally time to move for your banded classes, it was from icy voices you never expected, and from mouths you never crossed, that you got the sole, heavy blame for your missing classmates. You scared them away, you caused this, therefore you stay away from them.

All you did was call out for them to wait as you scrambled to pack. And they left you standing there alone in the classroom, half bent over your table, your belongings messily strewn inside your bag and across the tabletop. The cloudy skies and cool breeze that you enjoyed with your friends over the weekend, coupled with copious amounts of food and laughter, was a stark contrast to the bleak present that you faced. You stiffly stuffed the rest of your items into your bag.

No one wanted to sit near you, talk to you, or even look in your direction. No matter where you reached out, who you reached out to, the reaction you received was the same. Different people, different classes. Nothing.

The sudden isolation that your schoolmates imposed crashed hard over you; just when you thought, for once in your life, that you've made it, and all you could do was curl into yourself and mumble apologises under your breath to whoever out there could hear you. For what you weren't sure, but if everyone else agreed it was your fault that something bad happened to your missing classmates, who were you to disagree?

Time seemed to drag on forever, every minute feeling like one painful hour, with those inhospitable glares digging into your back all through the school day. At least the one thing you could be sure of, lost in this confusing world alone, was that the minute hand still ticked uncaringly on, even as your self-esteem dropped more and more. You thought you had hit rock bottom before, but it seemed that it had been nothing but a false bottom.

It was only one day, you tried reminding yourself, huddled and shivering in your seat, the midday heat failing to warm your shaking bones. You could try again tomorrow. Find out why your classmates were blaming you. Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding. But what was this feeling of dread settling into your gut? This incessant thought that your friendships were built on nothing but pity?

You failed, they told you, their laughter echoing in your head and in your ears. You failed.

What were you even thinking? You shouldn't have tried to begin with. You failed yourself, and worse, you failed them. Lips pursued tightly, a silent vow to yourself to at least not to embarrass everyone who knew you by bursting into tears there and then was all you could manage, and you swallowed the sniffle that you felt rising at the back of your throat.

Barely holding yourself together through the various classes and murderous looks you probably deserved, it certainly felt like a miracle that you even made it to lunch without so much as a leaky nose, but you knew that your hastily erected walls desperately bottling the ever rising wave of emotions wouldn't last much longer. You couldn't avoid Mitsuya, who had already been waiting for you outside your classroom, eager look on his face, but still you pushed past him without so much as a glance, your face almost entirely hidden in your sleeve, disappearing into the growing lunch crowd.

How could you face your friends like this? Or were they really your friends? Unable to even trust your own judgement at this point in time, you felt stranded, lost in your own mind - you didn't even know what you did to your classmates. Had you just imagined that your classmates had been friendly to you? Were Mikey's and Baji's and the others fake too? Could you have just been seeing their eager eyes and bright smiles in your head? What if they left you? Certain that you wouldn't like the answer to that question, you pushed it to the back of your mind like the rest of your pathetic existence as you huddled further into your jacket, desperate for some comfort, any comfort.

You didn't return to school after lunch. It was the first time you had ever skipped school too, and you found it ironic that it was this that broke your back, and not your group's persistent invitations of fun and adventure. Finding that your feet had taken you back to the small river where you spent many happier days, imagined or otherwise, with the rest of the group, the sunlight that burned your skin didn’t seem to brighten your life as much as when you had been with them. Kicking a stone down the path, the river continued to flow ever so peacefully even as you failed to stop the tears that welled up and poured down your cheeks in hot streams, or the hiccups and whimpers that leaked from between bitten lips. Given how much you turned them down, maybe you did deserve this. Maybe you did deserve to be alone forever.

Yet even when you desperately tried to find yourself, waving about in the dark, your friends - real friends, you hoped deep in your heart - didn't let you run away from them. Mitsuya apparently tattled on you when you failed to return to school, because when you finally did make your way home, stumbling back from wherever you had ended up from walking down along the river for hours on end, eyes dry , nose red and feet aching, you found all 6 of them already waiting for you, scattered in smaller groups along the street outside your house.

They looked up from where they were scattered along the street when you meekly approached them, eyes lowered, daring not to look at what you assumed was fury - at you? - blazing in those gazes. For a moment, all was silent. Even the wind, which had been faithfully drying your tears, stilled in that moment, and you thought you fucked up this friendship too. But when a cold drink was thrust into your hands by a red-faced and mumbling Baji, and Draken rested a hand atop your head and gently asked you what happened, you couldn't hold back another wave of tears and sobs any longer. You didn’t, or rather couldn’t, care what you looked like any more.

I don’t understand, was what you mumbled under your breath to yourself, clutching on desperately to the strap of your school bag. Was it something you did? Were you just another fuck up they took in out of sympathy? Even though your eyes already were swollen and hurt from the pity party you threw yourself earlier, tears spilling down your cheeks. Pathetic was how you were sure you looked, but there was not much you could do to help that. If they want you gone, you’ll make sure that they never see you again. Maybe move across Japan, or even overseas. No one needed such a pitiful friend, and you understood that. You wouldn’t hate them for their decision.

But in that instant, just shy out of range of your teary eyes and your fragile feelings, your six friends let out the breath they didn't know they were holding, and the tension that draped heavy over them lifted. When you had first ran off at lunch without Mitsuya, they weren’t quite sure what to think of his worried messages and calls to Mikey. Originally brushed off as just you having a bad day - they did have a hand in that after all - it was only when you failed to return to school after lunch, a first for you, that the boys started to panic. Immediately, Mikey was barking out orders, and everyone was racing off to their assigned search area, fanning out to look for you.

Did you find out what they did? Were you trying to break off their friendship? What if you left the group? It had been one of those outcomes that were hesitantly brought up during their meetings, one that was quietly muttered under held breaths. One of those unthinkable consequences that the group decided to collectively sweep under the rug until they needed to deal with it. They didn't want to think about how to plead their case to you, and they didn't want to have to to begin with. But as it turned out, it was just you being you. You didn't even stop to question them - they could do no wrong in your eyes, not your beloved friends - and that was what they liked so much about you.

Mitsuya dragged you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you as best he could under the straps of your school bag, letting you cry into his shoulder. ‘You guys will tell me if I mess up right?’ was somehow pleaded from beneath your almost constant hiccups, even as you dried your eyes on his shirt, arms returning a tight hug.

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Going to the Beach with the Platonic Yandere Toman Boys HCs

yep i was thinking about that episode and how would they deal if they decided to bring their bestfriend along blessed 🙏🙏🙏 i love my toman boys so much they deserve to be happy

p.s. got your asks on more yan platonic toman and yan bestfriend baji anons! jdjdbjdjd i love them! working on them atm! :)

❤ still looking for more scenarios for yan/non-yan bestfriend baji/dabi or yandere platonic toman boys! send in any ideas you have please! ❤

Yandere Platonic Toman Boys Imagine (read this for context! tw: yandere)

Masterlist

tw: afab reader, yandere, mild mentions of violence

you've been talking about how the summer holidays were almost here, right after the most important exam of the year of course

asking them if they had any plans, how were they going to spend their summer holidays

most of the boys just mumble something incoherent back - of course they were each planning how to occupy the highest amount of your time themselves

most likely just waiting to see what your plans were before they make any decisions themselves

you are too distracted to notice, and just nod and assume that they know what they were talking about

when you brought up that you were thinking of taking a trip to the beach, and that some of your classmates had invited you to go with them

it was the excitement in your voice that catch the boys off guard probs

immediately the group was like - no way in hell that you were going alone or with someone else

so instead they planned their own little beach trip to a different beach - gotta make sure there’s no in chance in hell that they accidentally meet up with some you know and you try to run off with them

the plan is to ride their motorbikes up along the coast on a daytrip and then make sure you're home safe and sound by nightfall

some weren’t too excited about it tbh - they rather just laze about the city or do something where your attention wouldn’t be off them

but then you were extremely excited about the plan when they invited you along - as expected, since they were your friends

going on and on about how its been ages

and promised that you would handle lunch and snacks

any last resistance to the beach trip faded at that - none of the boys are strong enough to say no to your legendary cooking

why not come have fun with them instead of hanging out with utter strangers amiright?

logistics like who would bring umbrellas, sunscreen and mats were split between the boys - and you bet that everyone double checked that they brought their agreed items - they wouldn’t want to see you sad, right?

you take turns sitting passenger on every bike

the time and the location that you would switch places were also all agreed beforehand - who do you think they are?

they just told you that there was going to be plenty of “rest stops” so that they could “stretch their legs” and make sure you “don’t get hurt” riding too long on any single bike

of course all six of them waited outside the changing room for you while you were inside

they had to keep you safe, make sure no one tries to sneak in for a peak

you turning up in any form of swimsuit was something that somehow never crossed any of the minds of the 5 boys?

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659 notes • Posted 2021-08-09 08:29:13 GMT

A Friend in Me: Yandere Platonic Toman

This got out of hand super fast and kept getting longer and longer, and now there's a part 2 in the works. Thank you for all your love on the teaser! Hope yall having a good weekend!

Enjoy! ❤

A Friend In Me Part 2

Masterlist

tw: yandere, mild and implied violence

Maybe you were neighbours-turned-friends with Mikey and Baji. You apparently lived just down the street, and came across them in the middle of one of their almost daily fights in a small court in your neighbourhood, and instead of shouting at them to stop or running with your tail between your legs, you chose to instead sit in a corner and wait it out.

The harsh rays of sunlight had softened considerably by the time the sound of flesh hitting flesh faded away, and you finally looked up from your little corner of the court, surrounded by open textbooks and completed homework, to find two panting, yet stubborn, boys. You were fortunate to have recently stocked some first aid material in your bag, and offered to patch up their wounds once you had packed up. It was a cool evening, and the light breeze was a welcomed refresh from the brutal afternoon heat, even though it didn’t completely dry off the sweat pouring off both boys after such an extended fight. You did your best with the limited knowledge and resources you had, washing any cuts and wounds in clean water from your bottle, before sticking a plaster or wrapping a bandage.

The night had taken over by the time you were done, and taking pity on their grumbling stomachs, you insisted on treating them to a nearby eatery, one of your personal favourites you stated. ‘Don’t worry about the money, it’s on me’ was squeezed somewhere through the dinner, but Baji and Mikey almost found themselves alone yet again when you tried to leave as soon as you had settled the bill, your mind already turning to your remaining uncompleted assignments that were due tomorrow. Baji was fast, grabbing the sleeve of your school attire before you had even left your seat, only to turn bright red and avoid eye contact when you turned to give him a confused look. Mikey stepped in smoothly, handing you his mobile with a contact page already open. And when you found the duo waiting for you the next morning on the street outside your house, you didn’t question it.

After that day, wherever Mikey and Baji popped up in the neighbourhood, you were sure to be spotted not too far away. Baji would always end up losing the fights he started with Mikey, but that never stopped him from coming back with yet another challenge. You never quite understood their need to fight and beat the living daylights out of each other, but you didn’t judge them for that instinct either, always making sure to treat their wounds after they fought, humming to yourself under your breath as you gently disinfected their cuts with stinging alcohol, and wrapped bandages around them while they chatted and laughed.

Being allowed to hang out wasn’t an option that was normally open to you, so even being allowed to sit and listen was a treat. You were a quiet one, often finding it hard to talk to others, making it difficult for you to make friends in school. Home life was equally dull, and while you had taken up a side job running errands alongside school, even though you didn't need the money, with the hopes of improving your social skills, there didn't seem to be any improvement from that front. Now, you had your two new acquaintances to at least have a chance at this.

Mikey, as he said to call him, was an interesting character, and a challenging start to your new social life. He didn't speak with words, he spoke with actions, and for someone like you who shied away from both, you found it hard to communicate with him. Still, you persevered, finally finding a breakthrough topic of food, your chatter going from favourite to most disliked food, and then having Mikey poke fun at your preferences. From time to time, you brought him boxed lunches, bentos that you made alongside your own, seeing that he looked forward to lunch so much everyday. You were sure to include at least one of his stated favourites, and receiving back an empty box made your week. The two of you still spent most of your time sitting in silence, and you found that okay. His company alone was deeply appreciated.

As for Baji, your other neighbour turned acquaintance, he was comparatively easier to get along with, seeing how as long as he wasn't provoked, he really was very friendly and kind. He was impulsive, but that was what you found brought the fun, always banging on your door at all hours of the day to drag you out for yet another adventure, even if sometimes it ended up with you patching up more wounds. You always were more than happy to go along with him on his impromptu journeys, provided you weren't in the middle of something important. Making sure to have a stockpile of ingredients for his favourite foods so that you could throw together something for him before leaving, you always found life a bit brighter whenever Baji's around.

Although often finding that you never quite got through to either, you were more than willing to play a supporting role, being a wall to bounce ideas off, lending a ear for them to rant out their problems, or even a shoulder should their emotions get the better of them. Something that didn't require you to dig deep into your non-existential social skills.

So it was with relief when Mikey came back one day with Draken, or Ken-chin, as he insisted you call him, in tow, introducing the taller boy to the group. The two of them clicked in a way you never could with Mikey, and you were happy that Mikey had someone that had his back in ways that you couldn’t. At the same time, you found that Draken had your back in ways that Mikey and Baji couldn’t. Ken was easy going, and much, much easier to talk to, somehow always managing to catch your meaning even if you fumbled up what you were trying to say, unlike the other two who just gave you that confused look and moved on. You enjoyed chatting with Ken a ton, and the advice he dished out on self-improvement was invaluable.

As time went on, the four of you somehow became the seven of you. With school becoming more hectic as the months went by, you couldn’t quite keep track of where or when Mikey picked up his new friends, but you were always glad to meet new people, ready to welcome them with open arms and a warm smile. Maybe it was around then that you started to refer to them as friends, even though the taunting voices in your head said otherwise.

First came Mitsuya with his level headedness and positive outlook on life, an addition to the group that you were glad for - it was tough trying to boost the morale of your friends all by yourself. Another easy-going guy who could translate your jumbled words and thoughts, you thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with him as well, legs swinging and speaking softly about whatever the latest trends in food and fashion, and what you thought would suit the various members of the group. You two sometimes exchanged handmade gifts, and every specially sewn gift you have received has been carefully tucked away somewhere safe, even if Mitsuya insisted otherwise.

Pah-chin followed soon, with his aggressive tendencies and self-proclaimed stupidity, whose brutishness in life seemingly melting a little more every time you quietly rebutted his insecurities. He was almost a gentle giant around you, making sure never to raise his voice or shove his face in yours after that first time you yipped and cowled from him.

And finally Kazutora, who gravitated towards you almost immediately, your motherly nature something that he craved but lacked at home, and your tender care that soothed his wounded heart. Almost losing his balance and curling into your touch when you asked shyly if you could touch his hair, and then demanding you continue when you stopped. This became a regular thing quickly, with Kazutora quickly gaining the courage to lie in your lap as you ran your fingers gently through his hair and along his scalp, missing the fleeting glances of jealousy from the rest.

You could see why people liked having friends. It was nice to have others to hang out with whenever school was out, be it just for a meal or a snack, or when you had more time window shopping or catching up with school work. Even if the workload that you balanced between school and your side job was building steadily, and your sleep was being compromised more and more to make up for time spent with your newfound friends, the heavier eyelids and blacker eyebags were, in your opinion, a small price to pay for a break from the gnawing loneliness. Between school, work and your friends, you thought your life was good. Never one of those dull and lonely moments that you so dreaded before meeting Baji and Mikey.

It only started to dawn on you that your friends were beginning to act strangely when they started popping up more and more in places where they have never cared to be before. Sure you had various members (mostly your neighbours Baji and Mikey to be honest) crashing your house at all hours of the day, and you always welcomed them in, but they never turned up while you were out on route on one of your errands. And definitely not at your school during lunch hour, seeing that you attended a different school from them, blazing a trail of beat up delinquents to boot. You never minded their presence, happy to have company walking down quiet roads in the darkening hours, or see an eager face and a wave of hand through your classroom window whenever the lunch bell pierced the air. Various members (cough Baji and Mikey) had tried unsuccessfully to pull you out of class to go on adventures with them multiple times, while others tried to get you to drop your errands to come hang out and relax instead. Take it easy, they insisted. You look tired.

But you brushed it off as them being worried about you. The warm feeling in your chest at having people that cared about you was new to you, and their hopeful faces were hard to resist. You gently let them down every time, explaining that even though you would love to, school and work were still important to you. When a pout did inevitably appear and made your heart melt, you always reassured them that they were as important to you, before they extracted a promise from you to spend more time with them. It was something you never failed to promise. After all, they went to such trouble to be friends with someone as socially inept as you, plus always having someone accompany you no matter where you were and the time of day. The most you could do was return the favour.

What you didn't know was that the six friends never did organize this among themselves. Snatching time alone with you was something that all six came to do individually, a secret, personal act of selfishness that the rest were never supposed to find out about. It all boiled down to not one of them feeling that they could ever get enough of your company, your attention, your time. Sure, almost every second of your life outside of school and work already revolved around the group, entirely monopolized hanging out with some or all of them. But it was with the whole group. It was never with just them, just one. Your attention never felt enough, and that was when they started attempting to steal more.

Constantly running into each other at various points, way too often to be a coincidence, was probably what tipped the whole operation off. There were only so many times that one could use the excuse of just happening to bump into you, such as Mitsuya bumping into Pah-chin helping you out on an errand, or that one happened to be in the area, with Baji regularly running into Mikey hanging off you at your school during lunch break. And it was only then everyone finally pieced together the ongoings behind the scene, and a secret meeting was called. The group managed to come to an agreement (with some shouting and punches thrown) on the days and times that each was allowed to hang out with you alone, and life went on as usual for you.

Days and weeks passed in a flash, and you had never been happier. You took as many errands as you could with the limited time left after deducting school and friends; the money earned went almost entirely directly towards those bentos crafted specially for each member of the group, filled with their favourites that took a whole day to make. While you did start working more for the social interactions, and never for the money, the appreciative smiles and the empty boxes you received made your effort and time spent all worthwhile.

As the various examinations came and went throughout the year, the number of looks of anxiety and confusion on the various members of the group rose and fell as well. With different levels of expectations put on them and with vastly different levels of capability, it was no surprise when you found some members lagging behind more than others. And with the threat of yet another retention hanging over Baji’s head, you were equally anxious for him, though that anxiety did fade when you heard from the others of him befriending Chifuyu, someone that was helping him study at school.

Being the brightest out of the seven, you never made it a point to single out any particular friend to help, simply making sure to let them know that your notes were there and your door was open. There was no begging for help, like you had to before, no picking on people. Striving to help them as best as you could, it was to your delight when the group found your lessons much easier to follow and understand compared to school. Combined with your open-door question policy, lessons with you, especially those one-on-one sessions, were in high demand, seeing that you went through any doubt they had thoroughly, ensuring that they understood every part of the problem solving before moving on. And no, they couldn’t “just” copy your homework, no matter how many times they asked.

Most importantly, even in the midst of examination mayhem, you made sure that you always had time to be there for them outside of schoolwork, be it day or night; a constant presence in their lives, someone that could lend them a ear and a comforting shoulder without judgement or pity. Arguments and tensions within the group never lasted long when you were present, easily diffusing their hot tempers and that itch to fight with just a crack of a smile or a small laugh that slipped through. Life was easier and a hell lot of more fun with you around, and everyone in the group knew that.

Out of the blue, or seemingly out of the blue to you, your efforts in learning how to be sociable seemed to be finally paying off. Although you never expected results, you did finally manage to connect with a couple of your classmates that you had sat next to for most of the school year, engaging in small talk about their upcoming holiday plans, and their anxiety about finals. It was short, and after class had ended for the day, but you found yourself looking forward to speaking with them again. Maybe this time it would work.

When Kazutora, on one of his scheduled times alone with you, caught you instead laughing alongside some classmates as you came out of class, it was unexpected and definitely unwelcomed. A tick of annoyance started to bubble up in his gut when you took your time to realize that he was already standing right here, waiting for you. Someone had the guts to steal your attention from him, right in his face. But before his negative thoughts could well up any further, before the itch to break their legs took over his hands, everything popped and faded in the light breeze that blew ever so gently down your school corridor when you looped one arm through his. Taking advantage of his momentary stun to wave a final goodbye to your classmates, you turned your attention back on him, giving a gentle tug on his arm, pulling him away from those disgusting, thieving bastards. That cheerful grin and bright eyes that Kazutora lived for apologising for making him wait, and asking him where you two were off to this fine day washed away his foul mood from earlier, although he did make sure to sneak in a death glare at them behind your back before you pulled him away round the corner.

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #cheesus rambles #it's been a wild ride everybody #and i had a ton of fun in the 5 months or so since i picked back up fanfic writing #i hope yall had a good time here as well!#let's have another good year ahead! ^^#now back to the brainrot!

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b00t-s · 3 years ago

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We're all gossip-y bitches sometimes

this is part two

Janus xey/xem

Roman she/he

Patton he/him

Virgil he/him

See the character intros for more info

TW. Swearing, arguments, alcohol, drunk characters, the word v//mit is used once, characters being characters, past trauma mentioned, tiny tiny tiny sprinkle of angst but just a passing of it at end, and nothing to intense

Again, tell me if I'm being insensitive. Shout at me if I am.

Summary: Patton goes to talk to Janus about Roman. The group opens...'some' bottles. Virgil adds on some...interesting opinions.

Events occur few hours after this.

Janus just finished xeir nightly shift when Patton came bounding up to xem. Janus raised an eyebrow at how ecstatic he looked.

"Yes?" Xey managed out, forcing back the hundreds of snarky comments xey could of said right then.

"Can you hang out at My house later?" Patton practically beamed out.

"why would I want to 'hang out'? It's just a social construct created to give people a higher sense of being." Janus remarked, flipping to closed/open side to closed.

"So you'll be there?"

"hmm. Will doom-and-gloom be there?

"doom and---ohhh, Virge. Yeah, probably," Patton realised now that this was a bad mix of people to invite "probably-probably not for long though!"

"Fine" Janus replied, taking off xeir apron. Xey ignored the obvious lie. "I'll be there in an hour." Xey knew one way or another xey would end up there due to Patton's... effective persuading.

"Great!" Patton exclaimed "oh yeah, and...um...it's raining outside so..take my umbrella, kay?"

His tone more serious all of a sudden, Patton nodded to Janus' heavily made up face, so well done an ignorant bystander wouldn't of noticed the thick layers of foundation on xeir face.

Patton handed xem a translucent umbrella, patterned with cute frogs and flowers, to Janus. Ignoring the distasteful cartoons, Janus nodded and took the umbrella.

"See you soon, Jan!" Patton cheerily waved as he bounced off.

Janus folded xeir apron, opened Patton's umbrella and braved the outdoors.

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Janus arrived at Patton's house exactly on time, bone dry, despite the heavily flowing rain. Patton expected nothing less of his friend. He invited xem inside, amazed as always by his friend's everyday fashion.

Jan was wearing a casual yellow shirt over a long sleeved black shirt. Fishnet gloves adorned xeir hands, and xeir ruffled hair was let lose.

Xeir fashionably messy hair was topped with a neatly placed black fedora, which of xey never took off. Xey even scarred persuaded Thomas to let xem wear it to work.

Patton offered xem a smile, and walked xem upstairs. "Hi Jan!" He grinned.

"Hello" xey replied mundanely.

Xey absent-mindedly glanced at Patton's outfit, which contained a violet cashmere sweater, bell bottomed jeans, circular silver glasses and a sunflower clip in his perfect curls.

It was a good look, xey had to admit.

When they both reached Patton's room, Janus stood still, taking in xeir surroundings.

Patton's room was covered with things from the 2000's; Tamagotchi's, stickers pressed up against the pastel wall, stuffed animals, wristbands, old CD's, care bears posters and butterfly clips littering the floor in a deadly trap.

A trans flag was pinned above the single bed with blue tack, right next to some inspirational and motivational quotes.

The whole place looked like it had been puked on by unicorns.

It hurt Janus' eyes.

Xey was a little overwhelmed by all the spiraling colours and nostalgia-inducing objects, so xey sat cross-legged in the middle of the pink carpet. The world slowed down.

Janus wondered, not for the first time, how a 29 year old could be this cheerful.

Or appear this cheerful.

"Jan?"

Janus gave a small twitch of xeir head, realising that xey had spaced out. "Hmm?" Xey replied.

"Hey, you were up with the clouds! I was just saying, I think Virge is here" Patton chirped.

"oh"

"he...might be staying for a little longer then i said"

"How wonderful." Janus muttered, knowing this would happen but hating it anyway.

"oh, don't be like that! I'm sure you guys could become friends!" Janus snorted. "Or...at least not kill at each other whenever you're in the same general area" Patton corrected.

"Anyway! I'm going to greet him at the door!" He suddenly proclaimed, skipping downstairs.

Janus was disgusted at how naïve this man was.

But that was a lie.

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Patton slowed his happy skip to a casual walk. His grin slipped into a content smile as he reached the end of the stairs. Being so happy takes its toll on people, he thought. Soft tapping of the door interrupted his thoughts as he opened the door to reveal Virgil.

The first thing you notice about this man was his unfair tall-ness. He nearly had to duck to get inside; being too skinny didn't help. Virgil was wearing a plain black hoodie over a mcr top, completing the look with a short, pleated skirt and docs. His face was slathered in white foundation, accompanied with dark eyeshadow under his eyes.

"Virge!! I'm glad you could make it, even if you are late!!Again!" Patton hugged his friend, genuinely glad for his presence. The taller man patted Patton's curls awkwardly.

"Heyyyy Pat-" Virgil did the awkward pats on the back everyone does when they want to get out of a hug but don't want to say it in fear of hurting ones feelings. "Traffic-"

Patton withdrew from the hug and smiled. "okay! at least you're here safe! Can't control the traffic"

"Janus is waiting for us upstairs" Patton continued. He hurriedly carried on speaking before Virgil could spit out an insult about xem "say, you know what I hate about stairs? They're always up to something!" Patton laughed at his own joke, whilst Virgil pretended to face-palm, hiding a snigger.

"Alright, Alright dAd, didn't you say snake face was waiting for us?" Virgil mocked. Patton chuckled uncomfortably at the nickname, but nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, we shouldn't leave xem waiting"

They both entered his room, having walked the short journey there in a comfortable silence. Patton noted Janus had not moved from were he left xem; xey had just shifted to read a book xey most likely found lying around. Janus looked up upon their arrival, xeir face immediately twisting into a mocking grimace upon seeing Virgil. "ah, you brought the racoon"

"Janus play nice--"

"you're one to talk, you participated in 2012 Tumblr" Virgil threw back

"must you be so wounding" Janus dramatically threw xeir hand against xeir forehead.

"okAY, that's enough guys." Patton firmly said. Janus pulled a face in reply, and Virgil returned the favour. Patton sighed. He just wanted them to get along, which was probably a high expectation by itself.

Perhaps he had booze leftover somewhere.

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Twelve near fist fights, two crying sessions and many, many, many bottles of alcohol later, it was nearing eleven pm and the group was drunker than a litter of catnip high kittens.

They all crowded into a close-knit circle on the bed, nearly falling off but not caring.

"ssso your telling me that flashy asss hhimbo sssssaid I wasss hot but then rude and that I wore too muchh makeup? What a *hic* bitchh" Janus hissed.

Patton giggled. "yeeeeee, be nice though! She was kindaaaa alllllllll over the place!" Patton continued bluntly, "But how would you feel if I set you guys up????~"

"oh pleassssse do, I would just love that" Janus may be trashed but xey still knew sarcasm. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending who you are, Patton did not.

"yayyy! This is gonna be great!!"

Virgil butted in then, waving around the bottle he was holding "hold on, just holllld on a minute there, you're planning to set up that" he vaugly gestured in Janus' direction "with Princy??? Xey've known her for what, 4 minutes? Life isn't a disney movie"

"Dare I detect a hint of jealousy there emo?" Janus purred "am I that lovable?" Xey hiccuped.

"ooooooooh" Patton leaned into the circle, loving the drunk drama.

"wouldn't you like to know weather boy" Virgil droned back, finishing off the bottle.

"Honey, I would dare ssay that was a yesss"

"nO"

"oooooo, you liiiiike meeeEe"

"you disgust me"

"kinky"

Patton shook his hands excitingly at them, nearly hitting Virgil, causing them to shut up. "I can't believe you're finally open to a relationship after what happened! With my best friend no least! Boy did I try to get you to go on more dat--" Patton suddenly clasped his hands over his mouth as if he just said something nasty.

Everyone went silent. Janus stared at Patron, xeir mouth slightly parted. Virgil laughed nervously to try and break the tension. It sounded strained.

Janus began to speak to stop Patton from starting to spout drunken apologies. "Well thatssss jusst a liee, I've dated pleeenty of people over..well...that...period..of time."

Everyone went silent again, not quite sure on what to say.

Virgil's anxiety was heightening due to the social awkwardness and the influence of the alcohol.

Patton was fidgeting in his lap.

It was Janus yet again who broke the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Sssso, *hic* you ssaid you wanted me to go out with thisss idiot?"

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updated masterpost

tag list: @arrowthenon-binaryroyalty, @spellingwillbethedeathofme,

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and we meet our boi virgil

context is for losers

i could of probably cut out unnecessary things in that but y'know I'm new and I like it

these posts will be in chronological order, unless flashback, but it's not following a set-in-stone story line, so asks are, yet again, much appreciated.

I procrastinated too much during the making of this

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #janus sanders #genderfluid!janus #patton sanders #trans!patton #virgil sanders #alcohol mention #Janus what have you agreed to #hiss hiss bitch #this story is all over the place plz #roceit #platonic moxiety #This won't and never will be a moxiety fic I'm sorry #their father ans son relashionship #no hate on the ones who do ship it #it just isn't my cup of tea #Ok-ish

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jougogo · 4 years ago

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tsukki, iwa, daichi, kuroo, sakusa, akaashi, and shibayam with an s/o who’s afraid of needles getting a flu shot

a/n: wrote this in honor of me getting of me getting my flu shot yesterday and NOT CRYING FOR THE FIRST TIME WOW WE LOVE GROWTH

characters: tsukishima kei, hajime iwaizumi, sawamura daichi, kuroo tetsuro, sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, shibayama yuuki

tw: mentions of needles

tsukishima

"kei, i don't like needles," you whined

"well, you still have to get them. are you really this weak? i thought you were stronger," he responded nonchalantly

ok that pissed you off

"HMPHH I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU"

but once you were on the seat with the shiny syringe right in front of you?

all that confidence was g o n e

"remember, you said you'd prove it to me." he smirked

you gulped and shut your eyes tightly

you could've sworn you felt his hand rest on your thigh as the shot was administered

you don't know what you were expecting, but the sting was only momentary and within a couple seconds, you were finished.

"ouch." you quietly yelped.

"see, you were just being a dramatic. tsk, weakling," he flicked your forehead

nurse looked kinda concerned ngl

but afterwards he'll carry your bags for you and open the doors bc he's proud

"good job, my weakling,"

"tsukki istg"

iwaizumi

iwa knew about your fear of needles

he found out when he noticed you grip the pushpin tightly between your fingers everytime you have to pin sticky notes to the corkboard you had above your desk

so when it was flu shot season, he'll def volunteer to get it done together w you

iwa bby being such a gentlemen gahh i cant

i can see oikawa as someone who was prob also afraid of needles, so iwa knew how to handle situations like this

"iwa-chan but they're pricking my arm and i'm gonna be numb how am i going to practice volley-"

b o n k

"get over it brattykawa"

jkjk he'll be so gentle and patient with you

"hey hey it's okay, dont look at the needle. look at me" he turned your face towards his, cupping your cheek to prevent you from seeing the syringe from your peripheral vision

you gazed into his pretty green eyes.

oh, how they resembled a lush rainforest, full of tropical plants and-

before you could even realize it, the needle jabbed into your tender arm

"ouch," you groaned, leaning your head against his muscled chest.

"see, you did it!" he congratulated you, his lips curving into a small smile as he patted your head

he rolled up the sleevs of his t-shirt to reveal gloriously toned beefy biceps as the nurse administered his flu shot

ok this view is def worth the pain

as expected, he took it like a champ. manz didn't even tense up

afterwards he'll take you out for ice cream hehe

daichi

when you confessed to daichi about your fear, he was so confused

"but i see you sewing stuff all the time?"

"dai that's different im not sticking the needle in my body bro"

ohhh ok ok now he gets it

he'll be so supportive the entire time!

"hey, i know you'll do great, okay? you're the bravest person i've ever met. you dont think a little thin piece of metal will get to you, do you baby?" he whispered reassuring words into your ear and brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face

when it was time for the nurse to give you the shot, you curled your body towards him ever-so-slightly

but he noticed and he thought it was the cutest thing

"hey, i'll protect you, don't worr-" he was cut off

you were gripped his shirt tightly in your fist and wincing at the pain

"ow ow ow" you mumbled into his shoulders as you felt the sting

"you're doing so good, sweetheart," he ran his hand up and down your back, attempting to sooth you

when it's all finally over he'll drive you over to his place so he can cuddle and "protect" you from the scary movie he very conveniently insisted on playing.

kuroo

"babe, you know you have to get your flu shot. what if you accidentally pass a deadly flu to my grandpa? you'd have to stop coming over to my house,"

your loving boyfriend kuroo was currently trying to get you to release your tight grip from the front door of your house

"i don't want to get your grandpa sick, but i don't want to have a needle poke me," you wailed, tears flowing down your cheek

he got tired and just carried you in his strong arms to the car and drove to the hospital, despite your protests

"THIS IS KIDNAPPING TETSU, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME," you screamed

he just whistled and rolled down the windows so everyone can hear

ofc, you shut up right then and there

"i'll get you back for this," you hissed

once you got to the hospital, you had no other choice but to oblige to kuroo as he dragged you through the halls to the vaccination rooms

the nurse was kind, but your heart was pounding

"te-tetsu, will you hold my hand" you whimpered when the nurse went to retrieve the tray

"of course, babygirl", he replied, putting his hands on top of your trembling ones

his large hands completely enveloped yours

when the nurse pricked the syringe into your arm, he squeezed your hands

"see, that wasn't too bad, right?"

"yeah, whatever" *sniffle sniffle*

also the type to take you for ice cream afterwards.

sakusa

"you may not come near me until you have received your flu shot," your beloved boyfriend declared

"omi omi but i need you. and also we were just cuddling this morning bruh" you pouted. "please please please will you come with me" *cue the puppy eyes*

"fine" he grunted.

at the hospital he refuses to sit next to you, insisting that he stands def not bc he's concerned abt the germs on the seat

when you froze upon seeing the needle, he put one of his big hands on your shoulder

"you can hold my hand,"

"really?"

"don't make me take it back"

"okie"

you put your other hand on top of his, your arm draping across your body

his fingers intertwined around yours and clasped it when you winced at the pain

he'll draw you a bath when you get home and wash your body for you!!

so sweet and loving 10/10 experience

akaashi

you were currently hiding under a desk

specifically, the doctor's desk

"my love. it's no use if you hide, we're already here," akaashi sighed

he spent the last 2 hours dragging you to the nearest clinic for a flu shot

"you need to protect yourself so you don't get hurt," he had explained calmly

only for you, his sassy s/o to retort

"so why are you dragging me to a clinic just so i can get punctured by a needle? isn't that like, pain? which im supposed to protect myself from?"

someone help this poor bby boy

but somehow he had managed to lure you into the clinic

"alright. this is the last level i have to conquer. and then everything should be fine again" he thought to himself.

just the shot. just a lil pinch. right?

w r o n g

you were hysterical and sobbing

frankly, he felt really bad. but this had to happen at some point, right? after all, your fear of needles had started since you were a child. he was bound to have experienced something like this, as your dutiful boyfriend

he actually felt really bad

so he turned to the method that has worked for him time and time again to sooth his anxiety

"here, play with my fingers, it'll distract you" he reached out his hand to you and helped you out from under the desk

it worked!!

when the nurse came back, he rubbed the back of your hand, a silent "im here for you"

definitely lots of comfort and cuddles afterward!

"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

shibayama

the syringe was right in front of you and the nurse was currently disinfecting your arm with the alcohol wipe.

when he saw you tense up at the touch, he'll whisper lots of reassuring words into your ears

"hey. you got this, i promise! it'll just be a little sting, and the pain is only temporary."

when he saw tears welling up in your eyes, he'll swipe them away with his thumb, caressing your cheeks.

"make me proud,"

how could you say no to his puppy eyes??

"i'll try, yuuki," you sniffled

he put his hand on your shoulder, gently drumming his fingers to the tune of your favorite song to help distract you

his other hand rubbing your palm

after everything's done, he'll give the bandaid little kisses!!

awwww he's trying to kiss ur pain away my sweet baby

he wants you to know that even through pain, he'll be there by your side.

will take you out for ice cream pt.3

tags!!: @aka-a-shii (anna thank you for getting me into writing i hope i did akaashi justice), @toshisgarden (ily big sis mwah) @gigis-galaxy(bc ILY GIGI)

#the fact the 80% of these are based on my past experiences...#i-this is embarrassing #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #iwaizumi x reader #hq iwaizumi #daichi x you #daichi headcanon #kuroo x you #kuroo headcanons #hq sakusa #sakusa #akaashi #akaashi x you #haikyuu shibayama #shibayama

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khoicesbyk · 4 years ago

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A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,680 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Song And Story Inspiration: In The Still Of The Nite-Boyz II Men | Give Me One Reason-Tracy Chapman | Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here-Deborah Cox

Tag List: @shewillreadyou @choiceslady @queenjilian @bebepac @txemrn @texaskitten30 @glaimtruelovealways @hopefulmoonobject @lucy-268 @pixie88 @otherworldlypresents @choicesficwriterscreations

TW: kidnapping. Read at your own discretion.

Chapter 5.) In The Still Of The Night.

In the still of the night.

I held you.

Held you tight.

'Cause I love.

Love you so.

Promise I'll never.

Let you go.

In the still of the night.

As she slept peacefully in her new bed, Naia dreamed that she was running through the forest. She felt strong. She felt invincible. She could feel the wind on her face as she ran. It was exhilarating. She felt free. When she came out of the woods, she was a wolf. And when she looked up, she saw him. It was the wolf she had seen in her dreams before. It was him. When he howled she did the same.

That’s when she woke up. She sat up in bed, panting with her heart thundering in her chest. She looked around her room in order to get her bearings. That’s when something compelled her to look out her bedroom window. And when she looked out the window she saw a wolf staring up at her. When she shook her head, the wolf was gone. The image of the wolf was still in her head when she went back to sleep.

After waking up later that morning and taking a good hot shower, Naia couldn’t get Roman out of her head. She wanted to feel his arms wrapped her again. He was seductive and mysterious and she wanted more. She could still feel his warm breath on her neck and the closeness of his body to hers. She thought it was insane but never actually questioned why she thought that way.

When she went to the kitchen for breakfast, she noticed a note on the counter. It was from her uncle.

“Good morning. Gone fishing. Be back later. Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge. Uncle Z.”

When she opened the fridge, she grimaced because there wasn’t much in there to begin with. When her stomach rumbled she knew she had to change that.

“Okay well since a home cooked breakfast is out of the question. I think I’ll try the breakfast place I saw when I drove into town. Also I’ll do some grocery shopping while I’m at it. Because this right here ain’t hitting on nothing.” She thought to herself.

With keys and wallet in hand Naia set off for town. After shopping at Banner’s Family Market, she was just about starved and stopped by Tucker’s diner.

After getting a table she sat down and looked over the menu. As she looked over the menu, someone was watching her. Or so it looked that way.

I remember.

That night in May.

The stars were bright above.

I'll hope and I'll pray.

To keep.

Your precious love.

At another table, Trent was eating breakfast with a few members of his team when Naia walked in. He felt a pull towards where she was sitting.

“Yo T! What is it?” Jenkins, one of his team members asked.

“I don’t know. Something weird just happened. Like she just walked in.” He replies shaking his head.

“Man! Please tell me that you’re not talking about that so-called dream girl again!” Sergei said to him.

“If you must know, yes I am.”

His crew collectively groaned.

“Dude it’s been almost a whole 2 months! Let it go already!” Hugo told him.

“As I’ve told you idiots before: I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t? Which one is it T?” Jenkins asked him.

Trent never answered. He just sipped his coffee. Even though he’s blind he could feel her presence. After going over the menu for a solid 20 minutes, Naia decided on the Lobster Eggs Benedict and a sweet tea. Just as she was about to put her order in, Layla walked in.

“Layla! Over here!” She called out to her new friend.

Trent nearly dropped his cup of coffee. Hearing her voice in real time both scared and excited him.

“You almost dropped your cup. You okay man?” Jenkins asked him.

“Huh? Yeah! I’m…I’m good.” Trent replied, while trying to hide the crack in his voice. With his hearing being better than most, he tuned into her conversation

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Layla asked Naia as she sat down across from her.

“Since my uncle has gone fishing, I decided to do some grocery shopping and I was starving so here I am. What are you and the little one up to?” Naia replies.

“The same thing as you. Have you ordered yet?” Layla asks.

“Just about to. What about you?” Naia replies.

“Oh girl! They already know what I want. A pitcher each of cranberry juice and ice water, their triple berry cheesecake parfait, double blueberry pancakes and a ham, spinach and swiss omelette.” Layla replied.

Naia’s eyes went wide.

“You’re actually gonna eat all of that?!” She asked.

“I mean…I am eating for two, ya know?” Layla replied, rubbing her belly. The two shared a laugh as they continued their conversation.

Trent turned his attention back to his team just as the twins came strolling in. His boss Bernard Sayre is a blowhard who only cares about 3 things. Making money, being powerfully unstoppable and his twins Dylan and Tyler. The twin terrors as they’re known around town, just love getting their way no matter what they do or say. And although it annoyed Trent, he was powerless to stop them.

“Heyyyyy boys!” Dylan called out to Trent and his team. Her voice sounded like banshee screech.

“And here comes daddy’s two brats…” Jenkins groaned as the twins approached.

“So what are you guys up to?” Tyler asked.

“We’re eating. Why?” Trent asks.

“Because we were hoping that you’d join us at Buck’s for the Friday night sing a long and pool.” Tyler replies.

“You’d have to ask Layla if we’re allowed back in. Especially after what happened the last time.”

The twins groaned.

“Well she’s sitting at a table with some girl. So I guess it’s worth a shot.” Dylan said with a sigh.

Naia watched in amusement and shock, as she watched Layla polish off everything she ordered with ease.

“I can not believe that you ate EVERYTHING!”

“Told you!” Layla replied as she swiped her finger on the inside of her parfait cup.

“Uhhhhh Layla…”

“Huh?” She asked.

“It’s all gone! Put the cup down!” Naia replies.

The two laughed as the twins approached.

“Hiiiiiiiiiii Layla!” They say in unison causing Layla to groan.

“Ohhh and hi Layla’s friend!”

“What do you two want?” She asked the twins.

“Weeeeeellllllllllll…we were hoping you’d let us have Friday sing a long and pool.” Tyler said in a cloyingly sweet voice.

“After the shit you pulled the last time? NO!” Layla hissed at them.

“Come on Layla! Our dad paid for the damage!” Tyler whined.

“Yeah he did…after I threatened to sue his sorry ass!”

“Please!” The twins begged.

Layla rolled her eyes then replied, “fine! You can come tonight.”

“Thank you!” The twins squealed.

“Whatever. Go away!”

“You don’t have to be rude!” Dylan said.

“Which would you rather: me be rude or me ban you two from ever stepping foot into MY bar?” She asked them.

The twins stood stuck.

“I thought so. Now again: go away!”

The twins turned on their heels and stomped away. When they were far enough away for her pleasure, Layla turned her attention back to Naia.

“Sorry about that.”

“Who are they?” Naia asks.

“Tyler and Dylan Sayre. Their dad Bernard owns Sayre Energy and Power. They’re a public nuisance.” Layla replies.

“They look harmless to me.”

“That’s because you haven’t been around them when they’re drunk.”

“Touché.”

“I guess since they’re having Friday sing a long and pool, you should come too.”

“Me?” Naia asks.

“Yes you! It’ll be fun as long as those two aren’t drinking.” Layla replies.

“I don’t know about all of that.”

“Also there’s normally a $1,000.00 cash prize for first place.”

“Why didn't you lead with that?!” Naia asks.

“Because Dylan normally wins because no one wants to challenge her.” Layla replies.

“Well as someone who’s still paying off student loans: Count me in!”

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still of the night.

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still…of the night.

That night at Buck’s the party was in full swing. People were dancing, drinking, playing pool and mingling amongst themselves. Naia stuck close to the bar and Layla as they watched the crowd. And like clockwork, Dylan was drunk and ready to sing her heart out.

“Alright you party animals! Let’s get this sing a long on the road! Now all of you know the rules. First place gets $1,000.00! And since that first place is always me I have nothing to worry about! So hit the music!”

“Ohhh God…” Layla groaned.

“What?!” Naia asks.

“Little Miss Banshee is about to assault our ears and sing Deborah Cox Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here.” Layla replies.

“It can’t be THAT bad, Layla.”

“Wanna bet?” She asks just as Dylan grabbed a mic.

After clearing her throat, Dylan began to sing. Sorta.

How did you get here?

Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

I've spent all my life on a search to find. The love who'll stay for eternity. The heaven sent to fulfill my needs. But when I turn around, again, love has knocked me down. My heart got broken, oh it hurts so bad. I'm sad to say love wins again.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

This time I swear I'm through. But, if only you knew how many times I've said those words. Then fall again, when will I ever learn? Knowing these tears I cry, this lovely black butterfly. Must take a chance, and spread my wings. Love can make you do some crazy things.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

Standing here…

When Dylan got to the bridge, Naia thought her ears would bleed out.

No, nobody, no, no, no, no, no, no, ooh!

No, no, nooooooooo...

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

When she was done, Naia was ready to run out the door screaming.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! That was fucking horrible!”

“Told you.” Layla deadpanned.

“She has to be stopped! What other songs are on that karaoke machine?” Naia asks.

“Hundreds! So if you’re gonna sing, pick one and make it good! That way ears will stop ringing.” Layla replies.

Naia left her seat at the bar and walked over to where the karaoke machine was and went through the list of songs. Doing so, caught the ire of a very drunk Dylan.

“Ummmmmm what do you think you’re doing?!” She asks.

“Picking a song obviously.” She replies over her shoulder.

Dylan huffed.

“You actually think you can beat my melodious voice?” She asks.

“A dead horse can beat your voice. And just like that I found my song.” Naia replies.

“Good luck beating me!” Dylan sneered.

“Watch and learn young grasshopper.”

Naia took the mic and began to sing Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby I got your number. Oh and I know that you got mine. You know that I called you. I called you many times. You can call me baby. You can call me anytime, you got to call me.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I just want someone to hold me. Oh and rock me through the night.

People started to gather around Naia as she sang. When she looked towards the bar, she winked at Layla. Layla mouthed the words “next drink is on the house.”

This youthful heart can love you. Yes and give you what you need. I said this youthful heart can love you. Oh and give you what you need. But I'm too old to go chasin' you around. Wastin' my precious energy.

Give me one reason to stay here. Yes and I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. Oh I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why. Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why I should stay. Said I told you that I loved you. And there ain't no more to say.

When she finished the applause was thunderous. She had everyone on their feet. When she looked out on the crowd, she saw a visibly angry Dylan. Naia smirked and winked at her, which further infuriated her.

When Naia walked back to the bar, she got the feeling someone was watching her but she didn’t know who that someone was.

“Soooooo…how was that?” Naia asked Layla as she reached the bar.

“AMAZING! Now if you can beat her brother at pool, the bar is on the house.” Layla replied.

“Sold!”

“Well get to it girlie! Because you’ve been eyeing that bottle of tequila over my shoulder since you got here.”

Naia snickered then took off towards the crowd gathered around Tyler. As she went to WB w the crowd was she got the same feeling that she was being watched. And she was indeed being watched. Trent was tuned into her movements even through his blindness.

“Well this looks like fun!” Naia says as she reaches the pool table.

“Go away! Nobody wants you here!” Dylan hissed.

“What’s the matter princess? Scared I’ll beat your brother like I beat you?” Naia teased.

“You can’t beat me!” Tyler huffed.

“Wanna bet?” She asked him.

“Sure. How much are you willing to lose?”

“Since I beat your sister: $1,000.00.” She replies. She didn’t think he’d take her seriously.

“You’re on! Best 2 out of 3?” He asks.

“Then you’ve got yourself a game.” She replies.

Once the balls were lined up and it was up to her to break. She got stripes while he got solid.

“Let’s go!” She tells him.

The two were evenly matched with the first game going to her and the second going to him. And it all came down to the last game. Naia had an impossible split. Or so that’s what Tyler and the crowd that was gathered around them thought.

“I’ll make you a deal new girl. If you bank this shot, I’ll up the bet from $1,000.00 to $3,000.00.” He said to her.

“Deal!” Naia replies.

Naia tucked a hair that out of place behind her ear, lined up her shot and sank both balls. Beating a very stunned Tyler.

“TAKE! THAT!” She squealed.

“But! But! I…we…” Tyler stammers as he goes pale.

“You lost just like your sister? Yeah I know. Now pay up!” She told him.

That’s when Dylan jumped into Naia’s face.

“You cheated!” She screeched.

“No, your brother ran his mouth and lost. And now he has to pay up. So give me my money!” Naia yelled back.

When Dylan reared back to slap Naia, Trent caught her hand.

“Hey! Let go T!” Dylan yelled.

“We’re not doing this again. Now Tyler pay the lady her money. You know you have it.” Trent said in a stern voice.

There was something about him that caught Naia’s eye.

“My dad will kill me if I pay her!” Tyler whined.

The twins looked at Trent with puppy dog eyes. But he didn’t budge.

“You’re no fun, T!” Tyler whined.

“Don’t care. Now pay her!”

Tyler groaned as he pulled money out of his pocket then handed it to Trent.

“Here!” Tyler pouted.

Trent took the money and handed it to Naia. When their hands touched, it set off a spark inside her. The same kind of spark she felt with Roman.

“Sorry about those two. They don’t know how to lose gracefully.” He said to her.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for getting my money.” She replied.

Trent turned to the twins then said, “beat it you two! We don’t need anymore trouble.”

The crowd dispersed after the twins huffed then walked out. And Naia found herself back at the bar gushing with Layla.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! Look at this! I just won $3,000.00!”

“I can't believe you did that! No one has ever beaten the twins. Their dad will be so pissed that they lost that kind of money.”

“In the words of T.I. ‘it ain’t tricking if you got it!’”

They two laughed.

“Okay but in all seriousness, thank you! It’s about time that someone brought those two out of the clouds. So here’s your brand new shiny bottle of tequila!” Layla said as she gave Naia the bottle.

“Thank youuuuuu!” Naia squealed.

Just then Trent called out.

“Layla! Another round?”

Layla groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Who is that?” Naia asked.

“That’s Trent. He works for the twins dad.” Layla replied.

“Is he their bodyguard or something?” Naia asked.

“No but he’s always around when those two cause trouble. Let me go fill their orders.” Layla replies.

“Okay. I’ll be here with my brand new bottle.”

Layla shook her head and headed off towards Trent and his crew. Naia couldn’t help but look the same way. Her eyes instantly went to Trent. He was beautiful and there was something about him that stuck with her.

He enchanted her and what she didn’t know was she did the same for him. After the bar closed, Naia began walking back to her uncle’s house. She got halfway down the street when Trent caught up with her.

“Hey!” He said to her.

“Hi! How are you?” She replied.

“I’m good. You must be new in town. I’m Trent.”

“I know. Layla told me your name. I’m Naia.”

“It’s nice to meet you Naia.”

“Likewise. It’s nice to meet another friendly face outside of Layla and my uncle.“

“It’s dark out here. Mind if I walk you home?” He asked.

“Sure. Especially when I’m not sure which way to go.” She replied.

“Where does your uncle live?” He asked.

“Just outside of town. His house backs up to the woods.” She replied.

Even though it was nighttime, he flashed a smile at her that made her heart leap. As they walked they talked about what their lives were like growing up, what college life was like and past loves. She had just met him but she felt she knew him her whole life. When they got to her uncle’s front door, they weren’t ready to say goodbye.

“So this is me…”

“So it would seem. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“No thank you. Because I probably would’ve gotten lost and would’ve wandered around the woods for days.”

“I think you would’ve found your way home.”

There was a magnetic pull between them that neither could deny. Before either knew what they were doing, they kissed. It was a slow, sensual and deep kiss. And when it ended both were desperate for more.

“Wow!”

“What you said.”

“I better get inside.”

“Will I see you again?” He asked.

“Of course. I’ll be here for a while.” She replies.

“Good. Have a good night Naia.”

“Goodnight Trent.”

When she went inside her heart was racing. And she wanted more. She wanted him. This was the exact same way she felt when she kissed Roman.

The next morning after showering, she was in the kitchen fixing herself breakfast.

Her uncle still hadn’t returned from fishing. She had just sat down to eat her breakfast when the front door swung open. It was a man and a woman. They were two of the people she’d seen with Roman.

“Come! The ceremony awaits you!” He commanded.

“1.) no. 2.) WHAT THE HELL?!” Naia replies.

“We’re wasting time! Come now!” The woman demanded.

“What the hell? Get out!” Naia screamed.

When the woman went to grab Naia, she danced out the way. That’s when the man grabbed Naia and threw her over his shoulder. He dragged her out of the house, with her kicking and screaming.

“Let me go!” She screamed.

She struggled to get free but he was way too strong. She was thrown in the back of a van and a hood was placed over her head. Naia had no idea where they were taking her. And she was terrified of finding out.

#choices #pixelberry #choices stories you play #khoicesbyk #choices fanfiction #fanfic #wolf bride

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eliphante123 · 5 years ago

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Playing tw tag game w/ my oc

I haven't been tagged, yet but this looks fun. I've seen people post this from @edda-blattfe and they're pretty honest with their answers, so why not try it, myself. Also, I brought my oc to answer with me (I want to spice it up a bit) Taniya: happy to answer ^-^

~Dire Crowley appears before you~

Question 1: Welcome to Night Raven College! Did you enjoy the trip here?

Me: i don't know how did i get here but wow

Taniya: hmmm...yes and no

Me: why?

Taniya: if you were me, you know why -_-

Question 2: Wonderful! All students here must choose one of the seven dormitories to reside in during the school year. Which one do you choose? Why?

Me: I’m mostly interested in Ignihyde because of technologies and stuff

Taniya: look at my ears and tails, it’s obvious I’m from savanaclaw

Question 3: Now that you’re officially a student, what would you like to learn first?

Me: history about magic, I luv magic

Taniya: LEVITATION! SO I CAN USE IT TO CRUSH MY EMEMIES BY LIFTING A GIANT OBJECT AND THROW AT THEIR FACES!!! *gives out a cute evil laugh*

Me: 0_0'

Taniya: also I can easily get things from up high since that I'm short and I can easily clean my messy dorm room just like one of the movies *smiles*

Question 4: I’ll leave you to settle in now. Before I go, do you have any questions about the college?

Me: one question, *fangirling scream* why did you accept hot guys in your college?

Taniya: is there a potion for making me taller? 0w0

~Crowley out~

Taniya: hey! I’m talking here!

Question 5: Which dormitory leader are you excited to meet? Why?

Me: ALL BECAUSE THEY'RE SO HOT!!!

Taniya: I'm fine with everyone *whispers* except Leona and Azul

Question 6: Azul offers you the chance to fulfill your heart’s desire. What is it, and do you accept?

Taniya: don't you dare go near with that sea demon

Me: why? he's going to make my wish come true

Taniya: yeah but I'm warning you that guy is bad news

Me: just because you hate fish, doesn't mean you hate him, as well. Also, what about you? do you want something in your heart's desire?

Taniya: of course not! I won't make deals with someone who can impossibly grants people's wish and I still don't trust him, especially the twins

Question 7: Which of the boys are you friends with? Why?

Me: of course, Taniya!, ortho, ace, and kalim are cool to hangout

Taniya: most of my friends are Leona, Ruggie, Jack since we lived at the same dorm and the rest are ortho, idia, trey, kalim, lilia, and silver because they're ok to talk to

Taniya: aww

Me: ur welcome~

Question 8: C’mon, we all know everyone at the school is attractive. Is there someone (or more) you’re crushing on?

Me: WELL DUH! EVERY BOYS ARE ATTRACTIVE! and *looks at Taniya with a smirky face*

Taniya: what?

Me: is there someone you have a crush on?

Taniya: me? nah I'm not interested with guys

Me: ohohoh but there is and I know who~

Taniya: oh yeah tell me

Me: it’s obvious you two are like almost a couple but you just don’t realized it. He’s tall, cunning, handsome face and he's a third year

Taniya: dude every third year are tall, cunning, and handsome

Me: but you know him, right? you're always with him whenever he needs you *smiles*

Taniya: I’ve been hanging out with bunch of guys in my life and even if I do, none of them are my type but what you're refering to....

Me: *waiting for her to realize it’s Leona*

Taniya: hmm....nope doesn't ring my bell

Me: girl you need to learn more about love life

Taniya: no thanks

Question 9: The hallways are a terrifying place to be after hours. Who’s the last person you wanna be out there with?

Me: ready?

Taniya: ok

Me & Taniya: 1, 2, 3...GHOST!!!

Me: nailed it

Question 10: Would you rather listen to Jamil’s puns, work at the Mostro Cafe with Jade and Floyd, or clean the dungeons with Lilia?

Me: I'm fine with Jamil's puns

Taniya: I'll just go help cleaning the dungeon with Lilia

Question 11: Everyone loves karaoke night at the Cafe! Do you sing? If so, which song would be your go to?

Me: yeah I can sing but I don't know which song that fits me, I guess It'll Be Alright by Cody Francis

Taniya: I can sing as well and the song I would sing is Faster Car by Anders Lystell.....wait a minute! since when did the Cafe have karaoke?

Question 12: Riddle invites you to a tea party with the rest of Heartslabyul. Do you attend?

Me: yes, I love tea parties

Taniya: me too, so we don't have to get our heads cut

Me: oh yeah....

Question 13: Choose a champion!

Me: I know who's a champion

Taniya: same here

Both: ME!!! *looks at eachother*

Taniya: actually we're the champions

Question 14: Favorite headcanon(s)?

Me: I don't have a favorite but I like all of it

Taniya: canons x self-insert/oc's

Question 15: Unpopular opinion?

Both: nope/nada

Question 16: You forgot to send Maleus an invitation. Your survival plan?

Me: pretending I'm not invited either and next time, I will invite him to my "I'M SORRY FOR NOT INVITING YOU" party

Taniya: who's that?

Me: you know that horned guy that lives in the diasomnia and always been forgetten in every invitation.

Taniya: oh that guy, was he in the party, last week?

Me: idk but it's better to not mention about it to Maleus because he might gonna zap you with his spinning wheel staff like a grilled potato

Taniya: .....ok, I'm with your plan

Question 17: Be honest, would you trust Rook to shoot an apple off your head?

Me: ohhh yes, I want to see if he really shoot that apple

Taniya: no, I would probably be dead for 1.5 second -_-;

Question 18: Lilia, Ace, and Kalim invite you to hang out with them. Do you go?

Me: Absolutely

Taniya: eh why not

Question 19: Where is your favorite place to chill on campus?

Me: chilling at the Mostro Cafe while wearing my headphones on

Taniya: outside the campus roof or I could do parkour for fun

Me: ohh can I come?

Taniya: sure, if you know how to climb a high building before

Question 20: Ortho asks if you’ll help him drag Idia out of his room so he won’t skip class. How does that work out?

Me: I would convince him to go out because he’ll miss everything that is going on

Taniya: why not we use Idia’s unfinished vr headset then trick him that you, me, and ortho help fixing his vr and telling that we created an adventure virtual reality game called “NIGHT RAVEN SIMULATOR” for him, as a test subject, to practice interacting with other students. We just have to remove the lenses, make very convincing that everything is just a simulator/game, and lure him out from his room to attend his classes

Me: but what if he notice our trick?

Taniya: don’t worry I’ll tell the other students/teachers that we have to play along with his virtual fantasy and not let Idia to suspect anything and everything that is reality

Me: but what if it fail?

Taniya: *sighs* if it fails, well at least we can do is getting him to experience of going out for one last time

Taniya: at the end of class, we’ll send him back to his room and tell everyone never mentioned about our “getting idia out from his room” plan

Me: ok that really is too much work but that’s actually smart of you

Taniya: well it’s that least I can do to help a friend to boost his confidence

Me: aww *hugs her*

Question 21: Who would you rather train with, Jack, Sebek, or Ashton?

Me: is it alright to say none of them?

Taniya: training with Jack, ok but with Ashton, no way

Question 22: You’re locked up in Mr. S’s shoppe after hours, who’s with you?

Me: do I really have to pick? then ace and kamil, we’ll get in trouble in the morning

Taniya: Ruggie, I guess? he’ll help me find a potion that can grow my height

Question 23: Leona fell asleep…again. This time on top of you. You have potions in 15 minutes; what do you do?

Me: I don’t mind sleeping with him, he’s kind of cute and comfy to begin with

Taniya: I’ll gently push him off and draw his face with a permanent marker while he’s asleep. When he wakes up, I’ll pretend nothing happened until someone notice his face

Me: that’s kinda devious

Taniya: that’s what he get for sleeping on me

Question 24: Would you rather go on a magic carpet ride with Kalim, let Vil give you the Pomefiore spa treatment, or play on Azul’s grand piano (with his supervision)?

Me: magic carpet with kalim!

Taniya: a spa treatment would be nice

Me: why don’t you join us?

Taniya: you know I have aerophobia! I won’t go anywhere that involves flying

Me: *whispers* you’re no fun

Taniya: I heard that

Question 25: Grimm feels a little left out. Comfort him?

Me: yes, I’ll give him a stuffed mouse to play with

Taniya: I’ll bring him along with me on a journey

Me: ohh like what?

Taniya: as a dorm assistant, I’ll hire him as my helping buddy to do the work in my dormitory

Me: that’s nice

Ok that's all you want to see here and wow this is really long. For the tags, I bet almost everyone are already been tagged since I've been posting this kinda late so.... I guess @nerdgod555 , @ocean-water-tea , and @mint-sugar-1121 if anyone wants to do this game just go to @edda-blattfe and you can find that mention tw tag game. Hope u enjoy our crazy journey bye~

Taniya: good bye~ *waves her hand* ^-^

#twisted wonderland #oc #Taniya Kalisha #featuring me & my oc #man this is fing long

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I can’t believe this became longer than expected! A chapter about Kafu’s story (My OC, for the ones who doesn’t know her). At this point of time have in mind: Kafu has been in the Port Mafia for 3 years or so, She has interacted with the agency before, she doesn’t know their abilities nor they know hers and the events happen a month after [this] I think that’s all the context you need, for more info go to her tag on my blog or feel free to ask. This hasn’t been proof-readed, so sorry for possible mistakes. This is written in second person so you can know more about how Kafu thinks and feels (or at least I tried to). First time portraying BSD characters and a lot of self-indulgent dialogues.

Spider Lily [ words 4,852 ] [ tw: Kidnapping, stalking ]

in the language of flowers, red spider lily means: Never to meet again/Lost memory/Abandonment

“Remember, at 8 o’clock I’ll come to pick you up”

That was your deal. Chuuya got you a free day, but you had to fulfill all of his requests. It wasn’t a bad deal, in fact, you gained more than him, reason why you obeyed every word he said. You didn’t want to cause him any problem, after all.

You watched the car went away quietly. When it totally disappeared from sight you walked to the big building that was at your back. You didn’t even remember why you chose that orphanage or when did you decide to send part of your money to them. But before you were aware of it you loved those kids as if they were yours. The moment you crossed the main door an avalanche of tiny bodies were running and hopping to your arms. You couldn’t answer all of their questions, but you for sure felt loved. It was going to be a great day.

The morning was progressing like any other time you went there. You first talked with the headmistress about issues with your bank transferences and then you’d have all the time you wanted with the kids. You even had prepared a couple of songs for them. They enjoyed them a lot and you loved their happy smiles, it was a win-win situation. After your “private concert” they ran again where you were -they were always running, though- and started talking about how they were doing in the orphanage and how happy they were because Kafu-chan visited them again. You didn’t always have the time you wanted to visit them very often. Actually, you only visited them each two or three months, so it was special when it happened. Suddenly, you realized one of them wasn’t there.

“Momo didn’t come to play.” –Said one of the children. “Momo! You are so boring, always reading alone.” “Don’t you like Kafu-chan??” “So selfish, Kafu-chan came to visit us and you only think about reading.”

One after another the voices of the kids called Momo, but they only received a minor look from him. Momo was an 8 years old boy with dark hair, grey eyes and a book always in his hands. He was shy, very intelligent and he barely talked, although, when he did, their conversations were really mature for a kid his age. Socializing wasn’t his strong point, although you knew he was good hearted and more loving than he seemed.

“Momo appreciates books, but I know he appreciates us even more! He is one of us, after all, so we are not going to let him alone.”

That said you went where Momo was. This time he stopped reading and stare at you with curious eyes. You were sure he wanted to play, but also knew that chapter was too interesting for him to let it unfinished. Not a problem for you, though! You bowed with your back before him, doing signals with your hands. At first he looked a bit confused until you explained that way he could continue reading and be with them at the same time. Then a little smile drew on his face and Momo didn’t take too long to be on your back, still with the book in his hand. You played with them for a long time as if hours were seconds. Your ability didn’t affect children so you felt safe every time you were with them. No barrier could separate you, you could be yourself and it was the life for you.

Noon arrived before you realized it and the headmistress demanded your presence in her office. The kids complained about it, but you told them it should be important so they had to be patient. You also promised you’d prepare them a surprise to be such good kids. You followed the headmistress through the corridor and when you entered her office you could see some familiar faces. You never thought you would ever see them again after how they got to know you were in the mafia. Much less knowing how you only said goodbye to them without explanations about it, but there they were, eyes fixed on you.

“Long time no see!” –Waving at you with a smile, Dazai seemed less surprised than you. “N-Nagai-san….” –Atsushi, on the other hand, had this face full of worry and mixed feelings. “Nagai-san, please, take a seat, we would want to talk to you about something.” –And there went Kunikida, always straight to the point.

The headmistress looked at you with total distrust and followed all of your movements while you sat on the armchair that was indicated to you. Interrogation was the right word to this entire situation. You already knew the main subject of it, so better be clear from the start.

“Of course, I’ll answer all of your questions, but I’d want to point something out. Maybe I’m from the mafia, but it’s not my hobby to kidnap orphans. You know, I prefer people around my age.” “Ohhh then this is going to be faster than expected! Good~” “You are what?! How do you-??!” –And the headmistress lost her cool faster than you expected. Although Kunikida coughing and putting his glasses correctly was worth your comment. “A little bird said to me two of them went missing and that the headmistress explained to them that they had been adopted. Despite this, they suspected it was a lie, because nobody came to visit them and it wasn’t announced at all.” “Which one told you that?” “You tell the sin, not the sinner~. However, you dismissed them in front of their partners and now others call them a liar and they feel terrible because of it. If you are going to tell a lie, headmistress, at least make sure you don’t hurt anybody in the process. Would you?” “A pitiful girl from the mafia is scolding m-?!” “Being the fact that two minors have disappeared. Shall we continue our work?” –Despite having a smile on his face you could swear you felt annoyance from Dazai’s words. “May you take a look at this, Nagai-san?” –Kunikida continued, passing some envelopes to you. “The headmistress informed us these letters have kept coming during this past month, and you are its addresses. Maybe they can contain any hint?”

You were a bit startled by Atsushi’s words. Technically nobody except Chuuya knew you went to the orphanage, or at least it would be somebody who definitively would contact you in person. You didn’t understand what was going on so you decided to open them quickly. Cut letters pasted on paper creating nasty sentences accompanied by some photos of you, some of them covered in a substance you preferred not to think about. The content of the envelopes were without a doubt, perturbing. You left your recent discovery above the office desk to make the rest aware of the situation. You had handled with stalkers before, but none of them had reached this level. The thoughts of all the presents in the room were cut by a knock on the door.

To the answer of “come in” a little girl opened the door. She was one of the children you were playing with before, Haru. She brought an envelope with herself.

“Ka-chan, sorry, but a man told Haru to give this to you.” “Oh, don’t worry, Harucchi, thank you.” “Haru. Did you know this man or did he tell you something more?” –Kunikida kneeled before her. “….” –But Haru was so scared of him she didn’t tell a word. “Don’t worry missy! Kunikida may have this stern face and be obsessed with ideals! But he only wants to help!” –Dazai to the rescue. “Dazai….” –Although Kunikida wasn’t really pleased about his ways of doing it. “Nope…” –Haru finally stated.- “He only wanted Haru to give the letter to Ka-chan really bad. So Haru has been a good girl and came here quickly!”

“I’ll make you look only at me” and a photo of you with Momo on your back were enough for you to get up and hurry out of the room in his search. Knowing him you were sure where he may be and your only wish was to be on time. You arrived to Momo’s room and it was a mess, that bastard was faster than you. Glued to the window was a note with an address on it…He wanted you to go. You ran to the entrance, but were stopped by Dazai, who was waiting in front of it.

“You weren’t thinking on going alone. Were you?” “If giving that man what he wants saves Momo be sure I’ll do it. Alone or not.” “Well, I wrongly formulated the question, my apologies. This is the agency’s work; it’s our duty to go. My real question is: Are you coming or not?”

You kept silent for a moment, that question stole your words. You understood what he meant and your slight opened mouth changed to a smile. An energetic “yes!” left your lips and he smiled back. You hadn’t time to waste.

Kunikida drove all of you to the addressed destination while Dazai and he explained in detail what they had on mind. You’d go first to distract the kidnapper because that way he would think you went alone. Meanwhile, they would inspect the area looking for the children. With the kids safe and sound, Kunikida would stay with them and Atsushi and Dazai would go and finish the job. Atsushi nodded in agreement, but at the same time was worried about leaving you so much time with your stalker. You told him not to worry because you knew how to defend yourself and joke with an “I’m from the mafia, after all”. Atsushi’s face showed he was having a hard time assimilating it. He was so pure…

Old and abandoned houses lost in nowhere had a discount for criminals or he just was so cliché? You approached the building, the broken windows allowed you to take a peek inside, but of course he wasn’t going to be on sight. You took a deep breath before entering, but didn’t hesitate; you had a mission to accomplish. Soon the kidnapper appeared behind you, you heard his steps, but you stayed still. Maybe it was risky to let him do this, because you didn’t know what he was going to do, still you need him to feel he was in an advantage position. He put his hands on your waist and whispered something nasty on your ear. Then you turned around and distanced yourself, telling him that without information of the kids you wouldn’t do anything. This bastard answered he had them on a cage and if “you were good” he’d give you the key to it. He also pointed out if you didn’t obey him he couldn’t assure the safety of the children. If he always flirted this way you were pretty sure he had to be alone as fuck. Then you suggested him to go to one bedroom to be more comfortable “a ruined entrance hall wasn’t your idea of erotic”. Neither of this was, really, but the rest would need space to operate and with both of you in the entrance they surely wouldn’t have it.

“Ahhh, I’m so happy. I knew you would accept me sooner or later. I still remember your words about how I didn’t know you and that you could perfectly be an assassin or a Mafioso. You asked if I could love you despite that. But now I have my answer! I don’t care what you are, baby, because if I’m as bad as you then our relationship should be perfect! As perfect as you…”

Then he reached a hand and touched your cheek, looking at you with sick eyes. Those love-sick eyes you had seen so many times. With him this close you could recognize he was a regular customer in the bar where you performed. You turned him down a couple of times and it seemed like he wouldn’t give up easily. Although it wasn’t his fault, your ability was the culprit of him having these wrong feelings. Instead of anger, you felt sympathy for him, yet you wouldn’t allow the guy to do as he pleased only for pity. He took a sip of your ability, got intoxicated and touched what he mustn’t. Now he was going to take the full bottle and regret it deeply.

Key in hand you left the bedroom and found Dazai and Atsushi looking for you in the corridor.

“Nagai-san! Are you ok?? How was-“ “I’m okay, don’t mind me. Most important, Atsushin, where are the kids?” “They are sound and safe. Kunikida-kun is at the entrance with them. I’m sure they are dying to see you.” –After Dazai’s answer you were again in a hurry. “Excuse me then! Ah! The kidnapper is in the room! He’s tied so he won’t give you any problem!” “T-tied?!” “Oh~?”

Was he still half-naked when you tied him? Well, unimportant details. His dignity died enough the moment he called you “Kafu-sama”, but now it was Atsushi and Dazai’s problem. At the moment your only preoccupation was the rescued children. The instant you arrived their location they ran to hug you, their scared faces changed to bright ones when they felt your arms around them. The tension, the worry, all disappeared and seemed like a distant nightmare and you couldn’t be grateful enough.

“Kumiko, Momo, Aki. Did you say thanks to Kunicchan?” “K-Kunicchan?!” –was the only contribution Kunikida made to the conversation. “Ahhh, sorry Ka-chan, we still didn’t do it.” “Don’t worry cuties; you have gone through a lot. Do you still remember how to do it~?” “Yes!!!”

Three high-pitched voices talked in unison just before jumping where Kunikida was, starting a group hug. Kunikida’s stability didn’t take long to fall and so he did with the kids clinging onto him. He shouted a lot, scolding them not to attack people that way. He seemed embarrassed at the same time as happy and even Momo was playing along with it. The scene in front of you was so heart-warming and cute you couldn’t help but laugh at it. While this was happening Atsushi and Dazai returned, police already informed to take care of the kidnapper. You went near them while listening to the situation and wait until they stopped talking. Then you broke the distance and hugged them tightly. Each one was embraced by one of your arms and your heads were together. You usually were afraid to be so close to people due to your ability, but you felt so grateful for their help, you were so touched and happy your body moved on its own. “Thank you…” was what you said in a soft, but cracked voice, wishing your feelings would reach them. You stayed in their warmth for a bit before let them free again, looking at them with a sincere smile. The silence was then abruptly cut by three familiar figures that continued their hug attack with the three of you.

The situation returned to normal after Kunikida scolded all of you, this was a serious matter, for god’s sake. For now you were thinking how to return to the orphanage, because you were too many to properly fit the car. You also had to wait for the police to arrive, so Atsushi suggested to divide yourselves between those vehicles. You kindly refused for obvious reasons and added you had to make some things before coming back. Although Momo and co. accepted it would be safer for them to wait for the police, they complained about you going. Dazai agreed with the kids and offered he to accompany you “It would be sad for a beautiful lady to go by herself!” he claimed. That way the space problem would be solved, so you hadn’t much of an option.

Dazai and you took a taxi to the city and he asked where you wanted to go. He looked amused by your response, but you really need to go to the supermarket. You weren’t familiarized with supermarkets so when you got inside it your eyes opened a lot and you stated your amazement in a loud voice. The cashier told you not to raise your voice, still you couldn’t help it. Chuuya always took you to restaurants because you both hadn’t much time to cook, so this was new for you. Dazai chuckled at your back, but you would have done the same to be honest. You went where he was, grabbed his hand and told him you both had a mission. You promised the children you would make them a surprise and they went through a lot so you wanted to keep it no matter what. You thought making Sukiyaki would cheer them up, but you never did it before, so you need his help. Dazai kept staring at you with amused eyes and then he started making exaggerated gestures with his hands, saying how you of course would need his help and how he couldn’t leave a damsel in distress. After laughing at his behavior you started your purchases. Dazai suggested all kind of ingredients, from beef, noodles and mushrooms to wasabi, crab and mochi. No matter how strange it sounded, you put it in the cart without questions. When you were going to pay, Dazai tried to charm the cashier into giving you a discount, but you stopped him on time. That wasn’t right! No matter how ironic it would be coming from someone working for the mafia.

“That has been really enjoyable!” “I’ve never seen someone so excited about buying groceries.” “Well, in company all is better and we did it to make somebody happy. I’m sure it will be delicious!” “Do you think so?” “Yes! Because they are the ingredients Dazacchi helped me choose!” –You couldn’t erase the smile from your face, you were wishing for the kids to prove it. “Dazacchi, huh?” –He kept silent for a moment, somewhat thoughtful. – “Then I was also a good kid! I deserve a prize too! Maybe something like-” “Here!” –Before he could continue you put in front of his gaze some colored and strange-flavored candy. “You have the habit of cutting people’s speech halfway, did you know?” “Ah! Sorry! I just-“ “These are for me?” –He cut your sentence on purpose with a smirk. “…. “–You looked at him for a bit before laughing at the situation and kept talking between chuckles. – “Yes, yes it is. I realized you were looking at them curiously and I thought they would be a cute detail! O-only if you want them.” “Of course I want them! You bought them only for me, they are legitimately mine! “ “Ok, ok~” –You gave the candy to Dazai who was stretching his arms like a toddler asking for a new toy, pout included. “Do you think I could choke myself with the wrapper?” “Don’t you prefer me to feed you?” “Only if it’s mouth to mouth~” “It sounds like fun~, but only if you don’t try to die with my present.” “Your rules are so tough, Kafu-chan.”

Your little stroll with Dazai was accompanied by endless small talk. It was about the most trivial things, but you treasured every word of it. For some reason you felt comfortable by his side and didn’t mind to show it when you were together. Time always flew quickly when you two were chatting and before you were aware of it you were again at the orphanage. You told Dazai to go with the rest, because you had to talk with the headmistress first. She welcomed you with a serious face, yet different from the one she gave you when you clashed hours ago. Her gaze softened a bit; sorry and thanks being her initial words. She was sorry for unconditionally doubting you and thankful to you for rescuing the kids. You accepted her apology, but you had already made your mind and had a long conversation ahead with her.

The sun was hiding by when you finished talking, but you didn’t care, you wanted to leave all this matter clear and closed. You were again at the entrance hall, ready to go. The weather prevision was right per once and you were happy for buying an umbrella because of it. The downpour made the afternoon darker than usual, just like your mood. The more you got away from the orphanage, the more the children filled your thoughts. All the time you spent together, all the smiles they brought to you and then sudden flashes of this incident. “It is for the best, it is for the best” you repeated like a mantra, still the pain wasn’t going away. It always happened, you loved things and then you had to say goodbye to them, but this time you’d make sure they stayed alive. You got to the place where the mafia would pick you up and sat in a rock bench, it was wet, but whatever. Ahhh! These depressive thoughts wouldn’t make you any good! Your kids were going to eat the most delicious sukiyaki ever, be happy and grow healthy! Because that’s what they deserved! And you…well, you…

“There’s place for one more?” –A familiar voice cut your train of thought. “… Dazai-kun? Why aren’t you with th- Ahh! You are going to catch a cold!”

Your reaction time was amazingly slow, but how could you ever think someone would go out without an umbrella in weather like this? You tried to cover Dazai with your umbrella as fast as you could, although by then he was completely soaked. Soon he was the one holding the umbrella, because the 21cms of height difference resulted in a comical situation if you were the one doing it.

“Please, take care of yourself. What were you thinking going out in the middle of a downpour?” –You said while trying your best to dry Dazai with your little handkerchief. “Because the last time you ran away without a word you disappeared for a month.” “…You should be with the rest.” “To be honest, I think it’s the other way around.” “Don’t be silly, I’ll cry like a baby if I do. Besides, I can’t stay.” “…” –Dazai looked at you with a bit of disapproval. “This time I’ve been able to protect them, yet I don’t know if it would be possible a next time. They were attacked because of me and I can’t let that happen again.” “It’s the price to be attached to something. The more things you have, the more you’ll have to lose” “You are right, but I’ll never regret loving them. Not a single time. If I do I’ll be denying the fact they made me so happy.” “Although right now you have this sadness in your face and a hole in your heart?” “Yes.” “It’s a contradictory feeling the one you have.” “They gave me hope and strength. It doesn’t matter if I’m sad right now having to say goodbye, because all these good feelings will stay with me forever.” “Will you be ok losing what you love again and again only for the sake of its safety?” “No. I’ve lost enough things and I won’t lose them anymore.” –You raised your head after being looking at the rain all this time and looked Dazai in the eye.- “I’m going to fight, I’m going to return as a better version of me, using the strength they gave me.” “And what strength would that be?” “Love” “Ohh?~ And you said it so confident at all!” “Of course! I’m not ashamed of how I feel. Love is the best feeling ever!”

Then you raised both of your arms enthusiastically and hit the umbrella in the process, which swayed by your action. After your “woah!” you helped Dazai stabilizing it by holding his hands and continued talking for a bit with a smile before letting him go.

“To protect what I love I’ll become unstoppable” “And your plan starts with you sitting on a wet bench under the rain” –Dazai teased you. “Says the one who came walking under the same rain” “Achooo!!! Ahh~ my body is losing its warm! Maybe the day when I finally receive the hug of death has come???” “pfff… Not on my watch” –You couldn’t help but laugh at his exaggerated affirmation and decided to get along with it. You sat closer to him, shoulder against shoulder and covered the hand that was holding the umbrella with yours. - “I know it’s not very much, but you could also, you know, return before the mafia picks her subordinate up.” “Or I can keep you company until they arrive.” “But-“–Your complain couldn’t continue because Dazai rested a finger on your lips. “Shhhh. If you try to kick me out now I’ll be very offended! Besides, the agency has dealt with the mafia before. No less than Atsushi-kun had a bounty on his head.” –Your surprised face had to be real, because Dazai smiled and kept elaborating. - “Atsushi-kun’s ability… he’s… a weretiger.” –By then you already knew he loved to be dramatic, but you must admit those pauses got your attention. “He’s a big sized kitty!!! I want to pet him!! I bet he’s very fluffy and big in tiger form, like a giant plush!!” “A plush that can break your neck.” “Well, I’ll die happy then. Like in movies when people die in their lover’s arms.” “That’s the spirit for a double suicide!!” –Dazai looked incredibly excited for a moment. “I see… but it would be sad. I mean, I wouldn’t want for the person I love to die just after finding them.” –You made a pause, put together your hands and couldn’t avoid smiling softly. - “Rather than committing suicide together… Wouldn’t it be better to find together a reason for living?”

Dazai kept silent for a while looking at you, silence that was soon ended by the motor noises of a car coming near you. It stopped in front of you and you already knew who they were. For your surprise, the one getting out of the car wasn’t Chuuya, but Kouyou. This made you a bit nervous, because, Kouyou, despite being your mentor, didn’t appreciate you a lot. You were afraid of what could happen and then Dazai stood up and greeted her with total confidence. You felt your heart skipped a beat.

“Shall I be surprised? What are you scheming now, Dazai?” “You flatter me, Kouyou-nee-san. Can’t I keep a lady company?” “Your smiles may fool a bimbo girl, but not me.” –Her tongue was as sharp as her katana, but you were already used to it. – “Kafu-kun, I suggest you to choose better your companies.” The rain stopped a few minutes ago, so you closed your umbrella and stood up too. In a way, you appreciated Kouyou’s comments despite them trying to be hurtful. People always showed their best side to you due to your ability, so said comments showed a part you weren’t always able to see. In addition, she gave you the opportunity to change and let you stay, reason why you expected for both of you to get along someday. However, today wasn’t that day. “Don’t worry, Koi-san, I won’t give you any problem. Besides, I trust Dazai.” “Perhaps did he tell you about his past or the real him?” “For me, the real Dazai is the person who has been with me until now and the one I trust. To tell about his past or his secrets is for him to decide and it won’t change my mind.” “Why so?” “Because he’s my friend.” “…you are so naïve it’s risible. Let’s not waste more time, it’d probably start raining again.” –She turned herself around direction to the car. - “And you, take care.”

You looked at Dazai and saw him waving, still being very quiet. You knew Kouyou would be impatient soon, but you didn’t want to go away like last time, not now. Then you offered your umbrella to him.

“Please, take it. I’m not going to need it and I don’t want you to catch a cold for real this time.” –You left the umbrella in his hands and smiled at him again. - I have said it before, but thank you, for all… Well! I have to go or Koi-san is going to get even more irritated! See you!”

Moments before you could go into the car a voice called your name so you stopped for a moment and turned around. “Thank you” were Dazai’s words. Your eyes brightened and a big smile was brought to your face, you nodded and then parted ways. It was a bittersweet day and a lot of things happened, leaving a mix of feelings inside you. You were sure it would bring consequences in the future, but for now, you peacefully looked outside the window, observing all those bright lights sparkling in the dark of the city.

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