#you have stolen my heart you're very chill and kind

[yesyourstalker]

Oshi: I don't know what to tell you koi.... We're married. We've been married around 40 years. It really wasn't my choice in the matter but you know I didn't object to it....I'm..... I'm settled

Koi-koi: you shouldn't settle. You're young-

Oshi: hehehe I'm not young

Koi-koi: well you certainly are beautiful and very accomplished I just hate seeing someone like you settle for something less than she deserves

Oshi:.....

Koi-koi:...*sigh*.. If this is what you want that's fine but if you're not happy you have options. You can work on your marriage and your relationship with Shimi or you can just leave him. My opinion you leave him

Oshi: koi

Koi-koi: you can do better I'm just saying

[NOW BOARDING FLIGHT 85. KRILLARNEY]

Koi-koi: That's my fligh. I had fun Oshi we should do this again

Oshi: we really should.... Be nice to my husband koi-koi

Koi-koi: I won't.

Oshi:.........*sigh*......... hello?.............. Yes, I remember the interviews for tomorrow....... Yes, I have time.... Yes, I'll be there at 6:00..... Not even out of the airport. I'm already back to work

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Baja: hey zuzu

Zuzu: hey sweetie! Congratulations! you're trending! I knew you were going to be popular cutie

Baja: yeah...ha ha ha ha...[inhale].............[exhale].......... those comments

Zuzu: Don't worry sweetie those comments eventually will mean nothing to you. I remember a picture of me mid-sneeze went viral it's been a meme ever since...hahahaaha anyway...

So the third interview is just a meeting with the owner and co-owner of ink lab studio... It's not an actual interview.... The fourth is an interview with the producer, that one's real.

the last one.... If you get the job is going to be an actual interview with a celebrity and it will be filmed so...... Be prepared

Baja: ok.

Zuzu: great....so how are you liking the others are you getting along with any of them? You know vibing with some of the co-hosts you might work with?

Baja: I talk to some they seem nice..

Zuzu: well that's nice I would suggest you actually make friends with one of the co-hosts It's better to actually like the people you work with, so be friendly.

Baja: I'll try............. I'm not really good with making friends

Zuzu: ohhh hun..... Just be confident. find someone who has that same energy as you and it'll just click trust me . Have you seen the results for the survey yet?

Baja: no they should be coming out tonight though

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Email: hello Baja, this is a email coming from Valerie The results are in and they will be airing tomorrow at 6:00 p.m. after a commercial break, we just wanted to inform you in advance that you have been selected to be in the top six applicants for 'midnight music' The other applicants who have made it passed are Tammy and Gill for host. Ash, Ramone and Lake for co-host. We wish you luck and hope the best in the future outcome

Baja: I made it past...

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Owner: I would like to thank you all for wanting to be a part of the ink lab family. I'm Denzel and this is my co-owner Lyra

Lyra: charmed ..... We are just waiting for one of the producers to show up she should be here around 6. :00 at the moment. Feel free to look around the studio where you will be working. Down the hall will actually be the set for two of you will actually be hosting the show.... Down on the left side is the food court where we provide fresh meals for you from various chains. You are also free to leave the building, but you must be back within 30 minutes..... The break room lounge is over here or you're free to eat your meals and enjoy your breaks and Converse with other people in the studio.

Oshi: I'm here I'm so sorry for being late traffic...*ok*.... hello everyone I'm Oshi Octavio you can just call me Oshi..... It's very nice to see new people here. ....... They will be joining ink Lab studio?

Denzel: Yes at least two of them will be.... The show will be airing on the sister channel O.E.T. network.... Octarian entertainment television... And it will also be streamed on the ink lab studio Plus

Oshi: yes.... yesyesyes...... I remember that meeting. So we will have to do one-on-one interviews with the six of you. Let's start with.....you..uhh..... Tammy.

Tammy: HIII!! It's such an honor to meet you. Mrs Octavio. I love your movies

Oshi: thank you sweetie go to the office and will be there to interview............................. I thought we agreed that this project was primarily octoling and or non inkling run. How did she make it through?

Lyra: her father is one of our biggest investors.

Oshi:.......*sigh*..... ..... All right.....

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Baja:......................

Ramon: (chewing).......hey .....(chewing).... You want one?

Baja: hem?

Ramon: gum.....(Chewing)...... Octoberry blast.....(POP)..... It's pretty good.... I mean I like squidmelon Punch little bit more but it's not a bad flavor....(POP)....

Baja: oh....thank you ..... I like your watch

Ramon: oh this? Thanks it's a mulex dupe. It's their hip-hop line. This one is based off of the group 'undertow terror'

Baja: oh undertow I'm a fan of them. Little flux, Big Eazy-E and Medium Manuel

Ramon: you like the classic group huh? B.B.S. Before Big Sal......

Baja: I like them both equally, both of them contributed to their voice and talent to the rap group......tho I did enjoy Big Sal's record scratches and remixes in the early days. How he mixes the smooth and easy listening jazz music he got from the surface and mixing with urban hip hop from the underground he grew up with. Breaking it down, constructing and morphing it into his own genre of music really shaped modern music today

Ramon: I agree. I can't argue with that .......but compare it to Big sal's freestyle and his excellent wordplay. Nothing can beat his double entenders and his lyricisms. "gotten close to my goal. Got in touch with my soul". Getting in touch with his soul, explaining his journey to self-discovery but also the soul of his shoes.

Baja: He went hiking a lot when he got to the surface. One of his music videos from 'wise up' was in the woods

Ramon: I remember the commercial he used to do for Rockenberg. . When they used to be an outdoors and camping store.

Baja: actually it's a triple entender you see during 1992 Big Sal was in another rap group called ' journey into the soul' and in 94 they broke up and weren't on speaking terms. It was only until he made it to the surface in 97 he actually started to reconnect with them. So it could also insinuate that he was back in touch with his old group

Ramon: wow you know your stuff man

Oshi: Ramon? your interview is up next!

Ramon: That's me..*uggh*..... It was nice meeting you. I didn't get your name.

Baja: Baja.

Ramon: Nice to meet you man...

Baja: yeah... yeah you too......

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Koi-koi: mommy's home!

Merv: hi darling

Noiji: MOM!!

Ikkan: hey mom

Koi-koi: oh my precious boys *kisskisskisskisskisskisskiss* I missed yoooou!...... I missed you..hehehe *kiss*

Merv: hehe we can catch up tonight

Koi-koi: ooooo hehehehe

Ikkan: oh my cod! we can hear you

Noiji: eugh! Stop

Koi-koi: you two hush up. How the hell do you think you got here.

Warabie: hi Mrs Kane!!

Koi-koi: Hi sweetie *peck*..oh ..look at you.... Look at those arms. You've been doing a lot of work.

Warabie: hehehe yeah.... I've been...... I've been working hard.... been lifting.

Ikkan:.............

Warabie: what?

Cirrina: grandma!!

Koi-koi: Cirrina! *Kiss* hey sweetie...... Shimi

Shimi: koi

Koi-koi: hm

Shimi: hm

Merv: you called and told me you were going to be home by tomorrow. Was your flight delayed hun?

Koi-koi: I would have gotten here a lot sooner except someone........ decided to text me and asked me to bring their suit to be tailored right after I got off the plane. I had to buy another ticket to go to your apartment, pick up the suit........

Ikkan: sorry mom

Koi-koi: head back to the airport to buy another ticket to krillarney and now I'm here. ...... Here you go.... You owe me $200 for plain tickets

Ikkan: thanks mom

Koi-koi: hmmm...... Neta says hi and he loves you very very much and he misses you.....he said a lot of things I couldn't keep up but overall he loves you and misses you

Ikkan: sounds like Neta

Koi-koi: also he gave me your dress to try on Cirrina....... it's from Lilith Bay collection

Cirrina: the floral mesh!?! AHHHHHHH! He told me it was too expensive!! i have to try it on now!!!

Ikkan: well I guess I need to try my suit... Mom do you think you can tailor it

Koi-koi: no

Ikkan: why? Mom you know how to sew

Koi-koi: nooo nooo absolutely not. I don't want to see my baby in his suit until his wedding day. Go to someone else, I know Mr Higgins across the road used to do it

Merv: Mr. Higgins passed dear

Koi-koi: oh.......oh......well you can go into the city and get it tailored somewhere.

Ikkan: alright

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Baja:.......*huff*.......*huff*.........

Oshi: Baja! You're interviews next

Ramon: you got this

Baja: [inhale].......[exhale]...... Okay

Oshi: so you're Baja Genson..... Tell me about yourself Mr. Genson what's something interesting about yourself but you would want the audience to know about you

Baja: ohh....well what would you like to know?....I'm 22.....I have several siblings too many to count hehehe ...um...I play the saxophone... I'm actually in a community band We play jazz, classical and other various genres. We actually have a concert in the couple months

Oshi: that's interesting...... Why do you want this job really

Baja: oh um . ......... I'd say I want this job because I love music but mostly were people involved in music. I love musicians I love their history. I love their backstories and their origins and how they came to be. Not only as musician but also a person. A vast array of knowledge and trivia about artists that a lot of people don't know about and I'd love to share it with the public...

Oshi: hmmm

Baja: I'd also would love to ask the artists themselves about the trivia and maybe give me more insight on it. Like maybe they have a funny story or....... Maybe more context....

Oshi: well..........ok.....my son. You know him right? Can you tell me something about him that many people don't know?

Baja: I guess it depends on which son you're talking about. I know a lot of people know about warabie and his music career. His first ever track that he was credited was actually turquoise October when he was 13. it was on a demo track.... Which was only 3 minutes long.... But you could also be talking about your oldest son Dashie who used to make jingles for commercials.

Personally, I feel like that's a very underappreciated form of art in the music world. He specifically made music for food chain shanty's. But the height of his success was when he made the theme song and composed music for 'the Donnie dock show' back in '08. Though he asked not to be credited directly. He was under the alias of Dave. He's won at least two cabbies for best music composition in the kids entertainment category.

Oshi:........................................................................................................................... I think I'm done with this interview

Baja: oh.....ok........uhhhhhh..... I... I'm sorry I know some people get uncomfortable when I know a little too much about-

Oshi: We'll be shooting the pilot at 9:00 a.m. on the 35th. Come back tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. for your photo and ink lab studio ID...... We're also going to be taking promotional pics with you and Ramon.

Baja:........... I got the job?

Oshi: yes. You're very respectful, you seem very kind , you're very handsome and you show off a genuine love and care for artists.......... Congratulations Mr. Genson You're now part of the ink lab team.

Baja:......*huff*.. ..*huff*....ha!...*huff*.....hu....*huff*..huuuuu........................ Where's the bathroom?

Oshi: The hall on the right

Baja: thank you

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Ramon: (washing hands)..........hay man how'd your interview-

Baja:UGGGGGGG.....*cough*....*cough*....uggg..... .... .... ....

Ramon: oh........*sigh *.....you okay man? Hey? It's all right. This is just your first audition you know. There's going to be a lot more opportunities for you... I mean you can put this on your resume. You made it do the top six

Baja:......*huff*.....*huff*.....I got the job!....

Ramon: Right on!...... Weird way to celebrate... (flush).... Let me help you up. Come on let's get you something to drink.

Baja: Hahah...[inhale] [exhale].... alright ...heh...let's go

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part II

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1891.

Part I

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

P.S. To avoid any confusion, I changed the name Savages -> Vicious.

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The next day you spent doubting your own decisions. Was it really wise to leave everything to Steve? How could he find those students all by himself and deal with your problem? Could he really stop them from acting like that? You thought once again it would be so much easier to ask for a transfer, but you had already given him your word to meet him today at 5. It would be very inappropriate not to come when he was trying to help you.

When the time came, you were sneaking in the student council room as if you were some petty thief. You were afraid people would start talking: if everybody knew who stole your things, they would understand you came to Steve for help like a little girl. It was embarrassing - even in a situation like this. Besides, somebody could be following you since at 5 pm the academy was almost empty.

By the time you reached the right door, you heart was beating as if you had just run a marathon. You really, really hoped Steve found some solution, and you wouldn’t have to be humiliated by the student advisor for wanting to leave the school.

Opening the door, you saw a couple of students on the sofa and quickly stepped away, afraid the student council was still having a meeting, “Ugh, sorry!”

“Come in, please,” Steve said calmly behind the door, and you shyly got in again, watching four other guys staring at you with interest. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“What, they too?” You were so perplexed by his words you forgot your manners, speaking of others as if they weren’t in the same room. “I’m sorry, I mean, I didn’t know you were involved.”

Wait, were they the ones who stole your things? Did Steve bring them here for you?

“No need to be so nervous.” One of them, a guy with long, jet black hair forming waves around his shoulders told you, motioning you to come closer and sit in one of the chairs opposing the sofa where he sat. “We’re here to help you.”

You remembered his name was Loki. A mathematic genius, he was considered one of the top students of the academy.

“That’s right! Come, come!” Seeing Peter among others was surprising, but his smiling face made you calm down a little, and you smiled at him in return. 

No, they weren’t those guys who stole your underwear, for sure. Apparently, Steve asked them to join you because they knew something and could give you a hand in finding those bastards.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me.” Feeling a little self-conscious among five different men you'd barely known, you landed on one of the chairs and saw that the other two were Bucky and a captain of the academy’s basketball team, Thor. “Did you find out anything?”

“Yes,” Steve said with a loud sigh, “I know exactly who they are. I can hand them over to the school’s officials and get them expelled by tomorrow, but that’s not the real issue here.”

You felt the chills ran up your back. What did he mean by the real issue?

“Is there something else?”

When you saw Loki smirking at you, you suddenly realized you were among five strong men in the student council room on the fifth floor where most classrooms were already empty. If you screamed, nobody would even hear you.

“Stop it.” Bucky’s angry voice cut through the silence, and you saw him literally burning a hole in Loki’s face. “Don’t make her scared, freak.”

Obviously, he wanted to say something offensive to Barnes in return, but Steve silenced them both with his icy glare. Loki sent him an innocent smile while Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes in irritation. It felt like they were in the middle of some school play, and you bit down on your lower lip, having a feeling something was going horribly wrong.

“The thing is, even if we got those ones expelled, it probably won’t stop the others from doing something similar.” Steve leaned up against a desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “I feel terrible admitting it, but many of our students are completely wild. I’m afraid they might keep harassing you.”

“Oh.”

You averted your eyes, realizing your attempts to find a solution were futile. Obviously, Steve could do nothing - he wasn’t a knight in shining armor, ready to protect you day and night from those delinquents who followed you everywhere. As you thought before, the one thing that could help here was leaving the school for good.

Shit, you didn’t know how to explain it to your family, Even your friends thought it was too bizarre to be true and laughed at your worries, saying you probably lost your things yourself. You would have to find a better excuse for a transfer in the middle of the semester.

“Well, anyway, thank you for trying,” you nodded and smiled apologetically at him as if it were your fault, “tomorrow I will talk to the student advisor about my transfer. Sorry for the trouble!”

“I don’t think it’s real to get transferred by now. It’s passed all the deadlines.” Shaking his head, Bucky raised his voice, and you felt suffocating.

Apparently, you would really have to skip a whole year of school. Explaining everything to your family, looking for some garbage job to have enough money to rent a room and pay your bills... Fantastic.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve found another way.” 

Immediately, you raised your head, your pupils dilating.

“You see, the reason they are doing that is because you have no one to protect you. They know the administration won’t take it seriously because they’re a bunch of old misogynists, and you also have no means of protecting yourself. It would be better if you started dating someone, someone strong enough to make these guys back down.”

Steve looked deadly serious for someone saying such nonsense. A boyfriend? Now? Was he for real? Did he think you'd be using someone like your personal shield? Besides, even if you chose the strongest guy at school, it didn’t mean he would be stronger if several people attacked him.

But when you shared your thoughts with Steve, you saw others smiling at you as if they knew you would say that, and you felt uneasy.

“That’s true. That’s why you need more than one boyfriend.”

“What do you mean? How can somebody have more than one boyfriend?" Puzzled, you stared at him wide-eyed as if he said something stupid.

What on Earth did he mean by that? Were you to have your own squad of bodyguards at all times while you were in the academy? This was so foolish you couldn't believe someone like Steve said it out loud.

But then you caught glances of five men in the room and forgot how to breathe for a second. They weren't serious, were they? Steve didn't assemble all these guys here to make them into your boyfriends. It was preposterous even thinking of that, right?

Right?

"Please tell me it's not what I think it is." You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as if trying to protect yourself.

"Why are you being so nervous?" Baring his teeth, Loki smiled at you. "Some other girl would be happy if five men were to be her boyfriends."

"It's a joke, right? You're all joking."

You hoped to see any of them laughing and nodding their heads, saying they simply wanted to cheer you up, but all you saw was a guilty expression on the faces of Bucky and Thor and the excitement of others. They really gathered here to offer you this.

"All of us here," Steve looked upon others, becoming a little displeased when his gaze fell upon smiling Peter, "are perfectly capable of helping you. If each of us were to accompany you one day a week, others won't be so brave. I'm sure they will no longer be a nuisance to you if they know what we can do to them."

There was something very dark in the way Steve said that, and for a couple of seconds you weren't sure whether you have to be more scared of him rather than those who was stealing your things.

"But it would be very uncomfortable for everyone, wouldn't it? I mean, going with me everywhere, not using your own time as you'd like. And, well, surely, others will see that we won't act like a real couple, so they might still keep harassing me. I don't think it would work."

Apparently, Loki was bored with this talk, you thought as you heard him clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Then don't pretend. Act like a real girlfriend. Kiss in public, hug, go to the cinema together, what else girls do?"

"Wait, you mean, with ALL of you?"

"Yeah? Do you think anyone gonna be against it?"

You very much hoped they would be. Being followed by someone like your bodyguard was one thing, but having a real boyfriend was very different. Did they really want to pretend to be lovey-dovey with you? Act like you were close to them?

Oh. Of course, they would. They belonged to the same kind of touch-starved barbaric men they were trying to protect you from. They would do all those things to you, too.

You realized you were crying only when Peter flew off his seat in a hurry and squatted down beside you, taking your shaking hands in warm his.

"Please, don't cry. Nobody's gonna force you into doing anything, I promise. You will only do things you're comfortable with, ok?" Handing you his pearly white handkerchief, he smiled to comfort you. "No one of us gonna say anything."

"And if she starts dating one of us for real? What's then?" It was Loki again, cocking his head to the side and obviously provoking Peter to yell at him.

"We'll be ok with that, too."

The silence felt heavy. As you opened your eyes, Peter's handkerchief in your hands, you realized it was Thor who spoke for the first time, and the way he looked at you softly made you feel a little better. Despite the fact you knew little of him, for some reason, it felt like you would be safe with him - certainly safer than with Loki.

"Naturally, if any of us will bring you discomfort or do something unacceptable, you need to let us all know, and we'll decide what to do with that person." Raising his voice, the head of the student council made everyone to turn their head to him. "We will be meeting here, in this room, if anything happens. Each of us will give you our phone numbers. We will also make a schedule who accompanies you every day of the week."

It seemed he no longer asked for your opinion if you even wanted it to happen.

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"Bucky will be with you on Mondays, Loki on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are Thor's, on Thursdays Peter will be following you, and on Fridays it will be me going with you. Of course, if you need any of us to watch over you on weekends, feel free to contact whoever of us you like more."

Part III

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[obae-me]

hmm mc singing Barbie girl (you know I never noticed when younger but its quite sexual lol) and their reaction? if you're not up for all maybe luci, Satan and belphie?? 👀

Word Count: 2635

Author’s Note: I never noticed how suggestive it was when I was younger either, and even now just reading through the lyrics I connected a few dots I hadn’t before. I’m sorry this took so long, and I hope it’s enjoyable to read! Thank you for your request, Anon! 

Lucifer

He had come to check on MC to see how their studies were doing. He respected that they insisted on doing their schoolwork on their own, but he still felt the need to check up on them, just in case. Too often did he find people slacking off.

He was just about to knock on their door when he heard MC’s voice reach his ears through the frame. “Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please, I can act like a Star, I can beg on my knees.”

It was a song he had never heard before, which wasn’t too surprising. He didn’t bother with anything...distasteful. He was a very picky listener. He gave himself a few moments to comprehend the lyrics. It sounded almost like a song Asmo would listen to.

He was taken aback, to be honest. The music itself was absolutely annoying, like some kind of glittery audio, but the lyrics coming out of MC’s mouth stirred something in him. He was a demon for sure, and he was no stranger to the more risque aspects of sin, but to hear such things coming out of their mouth drove him up the wall in more ways than one.

He opened the door without knocking, entering like a shadow. MC didn’t even have a pencil in their hand, dancing in their seat, their schoolwork the furthest thing from their mind.

“You can touch, you can play, if you say I’m always yours-”

MC felt a looming shadow behind them, their voice faltering as their heart fluttered. Lucifer’s hand reached around them, touching their D.D.D. to turn off the infernal melody with the taunting lyrics. MC looked up at him, the frame of his body blocking out the light in their room. He glared at them with red glinted eyes, a smirk tugging at the taut corners of his lips.

“That can easily be arranged.”

A dark shade of red covered MC’s cheeks as Lucifer shut their school book,his gloved hand tracing the spine of the book before doing the same thing to MC’s chin. They didn’t seem to be getting much studying done anyway, so further delaying them would do them no harm, besides, then he would have an excuse to be their strict tutor.

Lucifer is going to want to carry out those lyrics as punishment for MC saying such bold and tempting words in his presence.

Mammon

He had finally managed to get MC in his room to hang out, just the two of them. He had felt that his brothers were spending way too much time with them, and it was his turn to have his human. Lucifer had prevented both of them from going out since it was far too late and all of them had to get up far too early the next day.

To get around this conundrum, Mammon had a bottle of wine and demonus already chilled in his room. He’ll do his best to brush past the fact that he had stolen both of them from his older brother.

It didn’t take too long for both him and MC to get drunk, partying it up in his room much to his siblings annoyance. MC was pumping a bunch of human world music from his loudspeakers, and Mammon was secretly loving it. When Barbie Girl came on, he’ll admit he found it strange at first, his face burning as MC sang the lyrics to the song.

“Life in plastic, it’s fantastic, you can brush my hair, undress me anywhere.”

MC would look at him, glancing his body up and down to the words, almost like they were teasing him. His first reaction was to tell MC that they couldn’t just sing stuff like that. Someone would take it wrong, someone would...he didn’t want anyone else to hear those words but himself.

MC would convince him to sing the other part, begging and pleading with him. He eventually agreed, but only this once, and only because MC was the one who asked.

He’ll get surprisingly into it, and they’ll sing it again and again on repeat so much, they both would be capable of singing it in their sleep. MC would laugh anytime Mammon would purposefully lower his voice to a comical degree.

MC was almost torturing him, singing “If you say, I’m always yours”, dancing with their body moving way too close to his, their eyes painted with a sultry glow. He could only take it for so long before he turned the music off, causing MC to frown. Then he got in real close.

“Yes, you are mine.”

Levi

He had invited MC to a karaoke night, one of the few activities he’d do outside his room. It showed up in anime so often, and he would be able to sing his favorite songs as loud as he wanted without fear of bothering anyone. It was just him and MC, he didn’t want to risk the possibility that his brothers would ruin this already rare opportunity.

He sang some sort of anime opening, and he went hard, hitting notes that MC didn’t even know he could reach. It was beautiful. Levi thought nothing would be able to make this moment any better. Then MC retaliated with Barbie girl, and as soon as the first few lyrics left their lips, Levi went completely still. He was frozen, his concentration buffering.

“I’m a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world, dress me up, make it tight, I’m your dolly.”

They were purposefully teasing him, but he couldn’t do anything about it. MC had him completely red, his hands up to cover as much of his embarrassing face as he could. With his eyes still free to watch MC, of course. Sure he had probably heard and seen worse in anime, but he never said anything like that aloud, he had never...heard that aloud...by another person.

MC directed it all towards him, bouncing up and down on their feet as they sang, giving him flirtatious winks. If this were an anime, not only would he have had a severe nosebleed, but his soul might’ve just floated out from his body. Unfortunately for him, this wasn’t an anime. He was still frozen to his seat.

“You can touch, you can play.”

MC came on over to him and sat next to him, getting real close to him, tugging at the collar around his neck, playing with the stray hairs at the bottom of his head. He got so freaked out, he slipped out of his own seat and onto the floor, accidentally dragging MC along with him. MC almost couldn’t continue singing due to how much they wanted to laugh.

“If you say, I’m always yours.”

Right now it seemed as if MC had him as theirs instead of the other way around, with them on top of him on the floor, Levi feeling like he was literally melting. He wasn’t a huge fan of anything without some sort of connection to anime or video games, but he’d give this song a pass this one time.

Satan

While he can be a fan of some music, he typically likes silence, it makes things easier to read. But when MC asked if they could listen to some of their music while they studied together, he let them. He was curious about their tastes if anything. He took it as an opportunity to learn more about them, but he didn’t know that they were planning on testing his patience.

Their songs came up randomly, each one of them obnoxious noises. Satan knew immediately that the only reasoning to them was to see which one annoyed him most. MC tried hard to hide the smile on their face, but Satan’s expression left them highly amused.

He had just about had enough, ready to blow a fuse along with MC’s D.D.D. Then Barbie Girl came on. The breathy squeaky noises felt like they had taken a few centuries off his lifespan, but then MC started singing to it.

“You can brush my hair, undress me anywhere.”

He pressed his hand to his chest. This kind of song, these words, this behavior...was completely inappropriate. It’s what he wanted to say anyway, but anytime MC sang something else, he found himself speechless.

“Imagination, life is your creation.”

He ended up having to turn his head away from them, closing his eyes and doing his best to tune them out long enough to get his focus back, to get his logic back. He was ignoring the growing heat in his face.

He didn’t move until the song was done, and then he hastily took MC’s device from them, turning the music off and then insisting that they get stuff done. MC whined a little bit but obliged, having been mostly satisfied by his behavior.

The only thing was, now Satan was lost in his own mind and thoughts, unable to even comprehend what he was reading. MC would ask him a question, and he would find it difficult to even try to come up with a solid answer. He could only look into MC’s eyes and angrily shut all his books.

There would be no more studying tonight.

Asmo

Human world music or not, he knows this one by heart, and he loves it. It’s so playful and sexual, it’s exactly his thing. So, it was actually Asmo who had the song playing in the first place, much to MC’s surprise.

He had MC over for one of their self-care nights. He would do their nails, their hair, make sure their skin was nice and moisturized, and maybe they’d let him give them a deep massage. He had some of his music playing to set the mood. Some of his hype songs. When Barbie Girl came on, MC snapped their head up in surprise.

“You know this song?”

Asmo almost had to put down his polish, exasperated at the question. “Do I know this song?? Honey, I adore this song.”

He was the one who started singing, making his body sway and move as he gave MC flirtatious glances. MC shrugged, figuring the song was too catchy to not join in with. Asmo had never been so excited, he wanted to shout, maybe post it on Devilgram.

“Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky.”

He’s heard people talk dirty before, trust him, he’s just never heard MC talk like that before. Even if they were just singing goofy lyrics of a song, he had always wondered what it would be like for them to say such things. Only now, now that Asmo had finally had a little taste of what he wanted, he couldn’t handle it.

He had been doing his nails, but now his entire finger had nail polish over it. The air in his lungs was suddenly absent. He felt like breaking the bottle in his hands, so he quickly put it down.

“You can touch, you can play, if you say-”

MC had been interrupted by Asmo almost body slamming them against his bed. They stammered and sputtered for words as Asmo whined and almost cried for them to stop giving him false excitement, he wouldn’t be able to take it.

MC, maybe slightly influenced by the song, the mood the demon of Lust had set, and maybe some alcohol, told Asmo that maybe they wouldn’t mind if it were him.

Screw his nails, he had more important things to do right now.

Beel

MC swore the only reason why Beel even knew what flirting meant was because he had Asmo for a brother. He didn’t really take any steps himself to be promiscuous, and if he ended up doing something...spicy, he didn’t really mean to.

So when he came into the kitchen to check on MC while they were on cooking duty, he wasn’t sure how to feel. At first, he was just so happy to hear MC sing, if they were happy, it meant the food they were making would taste ten times better. Somehow he knew how someone was feeling based on the food they made.

Then his second reaction was towards the actual words they were singing. It made his stomach feel kind of full, even though he hadn’t eaten anything for a few minutes. MC was looking pretty tasty...

Then he shook his head to himself, shooing away those kinds of thoughts. It was just a song, nothing to get so worked up over for. He wasn’t like Asmo. Or his other brothers apparently.

MC will admit they were a bit disappointed when Beel started rummaging through the kitchen for a few pre-dinner snacks, ignoring the song. They expected a bit more of a response. MC loved trying to get a jolt out of the demon brothers, but Beel was Beel.

The demon of gluttony just kept them company while they cooked, none of the lyrics setting him off. He just happily munched on some crackers. Beel told MC they had a lovely voice, and while he wasn’t a huge fan of the song, he respected their taste in music.

He was almost too pure sometimes.

Belphie

He had been asleep for much too long, and in such a deep sleep, nothing seemed to be able to wake him up. Each of the brothers had tried and subsequently failed. They had given up on him, even Beel who went off in some search for food after his attempts left him starved. Only MC remained, and they tried the first thing that came to their mind.

For some reason their idea had been playing Barbie Girl and singing it to him in the most ridiculous way possible. They turned the song up on their D.D.D. at full volume and started dancing and singing on his bed while he remained fast asleep.

“Come on Barbie, let’s go party, ah ah ah yeah.”

With each little ‘ah’ and ‘oo’ that came out of their mouth, they poked Belphie’s body. Still nothing. If MC wasn’t able to see his chest moving and the air from his nose pushing the hair covering his face, they would’ve been convinced he was dead.

Except the fact was, he was awake, wide awake in fact, he was just pretending to be asleep. MC’s voice had both the power to snap him awake or lull him to sleep. Right now he was doing his best to stay still as they continued.

Yes, he kinda wanted to kill them for waking him up. Yes, the song was driving him absolutely crazy in the worst way. But also, MC kept touching him and saying things he had never heard them say before. The breath against his pillow was getting warmer, his nerves feeling jittery.

When they finished, MC was a bit disappointed to find Belphie still ‘asleep’, their plan had failed. They turned the music off and missed Belphie’s immense sigh of relief. They went to move off his bed, but he snapped to attention to grab their ankles. In a blur of movement, Belphie had them pinned down on his bed.

He had planned on just falling back asleep on top of them, but their expression...now he was awake, restless, and left with only one way he would be satisfied enough to sleep.

Bonus: Each and every one of the demon brothers has had this infernal song stuck in their head for literal days. A few of them don’t quite mind, and for the rest of them, they wonder if they’ve been subjected to some sort of torture. Lucifer has banned the song for eternity, and each of his siblings, with himself included, has some sort of demand for MC to fulfill as payment.

[writingsbychlo]

I really wanna know your opinion on Steve Rogers cause you have like really good and strong opinions that I like to read and I dont know if I like him or not, its kinda like a love/hate relationship yk

well that is a hard question. lets unpack it.

I think the endgame situation was fucking shitty. like, I get that chris had a contract that was ending, or whatever, but yikes it really through his character into a bad light. so, lets put aside the logistics and talk about steve as a character.

okay but also these are my personal opinions and if anyone comes for me over them I'm gonna spiritually dick punch them.

tfa. he's noble and his heart is in the right place but fuuuuuck something about him pisses me off. I do like his development, though. he has to come to terms with himself, it's a war, I get it. but, he very clearly has something to prove to the world. I don't hate him, but it's not my favourite steve.

aa; steve is a nightmare in this fucking movie. like, okay, we get the excellent progress of him actually becoming captain, seeing some weird shit, and having to come to terms with the modern world. however, despite the struggles that were really good, he was a wee bit too big for his boots. he definitely tried too hard to be the best man at the table. just chill, steve, everybody is coming to terms with some stuff, you're doin a little too much.

ws; okay, steve hit his peak so far in this movie. we love some good strong morals paired with crime. fuck the government. love that for him. also, he is actually in the headspace to sacrifice himself for bucky, it creates some real good storyline which obviously gets fucking abandoned by endgame. I like steve in this movie. he's not too bad, he makes a good speech and a new friend, it's calm.

aou; I mean he's back to being a bit of a wet-wipe in the beginning but I will allow it. the struggle comes and they pull together, I think he's getting a better handle on the 'captain' part of it, and actually being a part of a modern team. I don't have many complaints about this steve. at least, nothing that immediately comes to mind.

cw; immediate what comes to mind is the words 'get in the fucking bin' but I will explain. now, I try not to focus too much on the actual situation because I have always been a little undecided on which side I would take. I wanna' say tony, because like the mess they continually make? I mean, wow. but at the same time, fuck the government they don't tell me what to do. however, it all got a bit dramatic, steve knew what happened to tony and didn't tell him, tony most likely would have forgiven it if steve hadn't lied by omission. so, yeah, there's liar steve and the dramatics and their airport fight I mean, yikes. I love bucky too but let's just stop and think things through, steve. fuck.

iw; I will allow it. the beard makes me slightly feral. I would probably fuck rogue steve or whatever everyone calls him after a drunk night in a bar so there's that. also he fistfights thanos with his bare hands so I gotta respect it, plus he's getting about in the stolen flying thing I forgot the word but you know what I'm talking about. he just gives off all kinds of good vibes. I can rock with it.

e; tony dies so I don't have a single thought about anyone else except for him in this movie but bucky in the jacket does look good? no, I'm kidding I have strong fucking opinions. lol, got u. anyway, steve can get fucked like for real he's just gonna fucking dip like that? he's just gonna fuck off for peggy and ruin her life? WE KNOW SHE FOUND A HUSBAND AND HAD KIDS AND WAS HAPPY. he fucked that right up. also, he shaved the beard so I have no sexual attraction to him, which really takes from the 'I'll forgive you because you're hot' thing. I don't know. I just don't like endgame steve.

conc; steve is ok. he's not the worst character but like he's far from the best and the ending suuuuucked.

[lov3nerdstuff]

Cursed

*Loki x reader*

Parts: oneshot

Summary: After touching a cursed vase, Loki and you end up in a situation that requires for both of you to finally face your feelings.

Warnings: medieval love curse

Words: 3k

A.N.: This is my first story after a severe writer's block, so please be kind 💗✨

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"I can't believe I touched that thing!" You groaned in utter frustration as you stormed into the Avengers' headquarters, throwing open the feeble glass doors as if they were made to be slammed by an angry Hulk. To hell with them, maybe they even were made for that!

Right on your heel, the sole cause of your current frustration: Loki. Your partner. Fellow avenger. Friend… the most frustrating being on the entire planet. On any planet, really. The man… god… person you couldn't get out of your head, even if you got your brains bashed out repeatedly in training. As of late he simply seemed to invade your every waking and dreaming thought, and it seemed to you as if suddenly the entire world only reverted around him – To him it probably did, anyway. Then again, maybe this peculiar development of things hadn't been so sudden at all, if you gave it a little thought.

When you'd first been paired up with this insufferable nuisance that was Loki, about four years ago, you had very much despised each other. More for the reason that neither of you actually wanted to work with (read: for) the Avengers than because of each other, and as soon as you'd discovered your mutual dislike for your coworkers, the fun had unraveled. After about a month, the two of you had accepted the fact that neither of you would get rid of the other any time soon. Half a year in, you'd both come to realize that the other wasn't half bad and actually the best possible option for an acquaintance in this odd group of self proclaimed heroes. A year and various almost-deaths later, you'd come to terms with the fact that you were friends. Sort of. Two years down the road, and you'd become practically inseparable. The very best of friends, and the tornment of every other resident in the headquarters. If only it had stayed at that...

Over the course of time, you had begun to see your idiot best friend as more and more of a necessity for your very existence. He made you like who you are, when you were with him, for the very first time in as long as you cared to remember. Without Loki, you felt like a part of you was missing. Like someone had stolen the sun and stars from your universe. Like you'd suffocate in the drowning darkness his absence left behind. And that's when it had started to get really complicated, really quickly.

Your missions required for both of you to strive towards your (or rather the Avengers') goal and reach your aims, no matter what. Casualties expected, and the death of either you or Loki a long accepted and maybe even appreciated collateral damage. That's how it was supposed to be, that's why they had paired you up. Both guilt ridden to your very demise, believed to be vain in any attempt to find forgiveness, you were expected to be happy to sacrifice each other (or anything really) to reach the very goal imposed on you without your will. Everyone thought forgiveness to be your highest aim, and they believed that they could abuse you both as long as they dangled a glimpse of that forgiveness in your faces at the end of the road. The flaw in that plan however lay at its very core: the longer you worked with Loki, the more your one and only aim was to keep him alive and by your side. You needed him, horribly so, and you'd gladly sacrifice your own life for his sake. Not that you doubted that he would do the same –he very likely would– but even if he may, it would be for utterly different reasons. The problem was, is, and probably will be till the end of you, that your friendly feelings had long turned into more. So much more, to an extend that you couldn't even fully grasp yet. Not with the brain anyway.

But you needed him. You needed his friendship. Hell, you even needed his partnership for work. And you couldn't risk any of that by whining about an unrequited love. He was ancient, brilliant, divine. You were… you. Not that you weren't quite the catch, you wouldn't downtalk yourself unnecessarily, but you knew that he viewed you as anything but a potential lover. And that was fine, really, you could handle the overwhelming amount of feelings that you'd locked up some place deep within you. Most of the time.

"Will you stop running away from this conversation?!" Loki snapped as he followed you through the somehow still intact glass door and slammed it shut behind the two of you. It rattled like a thunderbolt in chilled air, shaking like the leaves moved in the storm. But it held up. "It's not like I did this on purpose and you damn well know it!" The intense glare in Loki's eyes made your blood sizzle once you turned around, but you didn't let that stop you from angrily grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Maybe a sip of freezing liquid would somehow quench this roaring flame within you that had been ignited not so long ago. Of course it didn't, and that frustrated you even more.

"I'm not blaming you, Loki, but aren't you supposed to know about these things?!" You groaned and rolled your eyes as you leaned back against the counter. "Aren't you the magic man from another world?!"

"Too bad that blaming me is exactly what you're doing right now, darling." His voice dropped two octaves as he stepped up close, definitely invading your personal space, but he didn't seem to mind at all. "You know what happened last time we played this game, Y/n, and I assure you that this time around won't end in a pillow fight either."

Your heart made a painful leap that would've sufficed to break records, as his subtle scent invaded your senses. He often got up close with you, sure, but not this close. It felt very right and very wrong at once.

"Well, but if SOMEONE had checked for curses before I went around gathering those objects WITH MY BARE FREAKING HANDS, we wouldn't be in this situation now!!!" You snapped right back and glared up into his face, crossing your arms in front of your chest. His presence gave you goosebumps, and you felt in desperate need for some composure.

"In case you forgot, I also touched that cursed vase… and so did the redhead and the soldier." His response was way too calm, spoken in that dangerously collected manner only he could convey as actually threatening. He placed his hands on the counter on either side of you and his eyes grew inevitably darker as they dug souldeep into yours, and yet they harbored no hostility, no real anger. No, you didn't feel anger either. Not really.

"Loki…" Your voice came out hushed, a mere whisper that was laden with both urgency and desperation. "Ever since I touched that vase…"

"I know." His tone had turned from the threatening calm to the comforting one you could positively drown in. "I feel it as well. However the other's don't, so it's… it's between us."

You didn't know if he was talking about the raging wildfire in your chest that was slowly starting to become seriously painful, or about the truly maddening affection you felt for the god right in front of you, but you kind of hoped that it was neither.

"How do we make it stop?" You asked then, in the hopes that what he was feeling might indeed be the sooner rather than the latter. Not because you wished him pain, but because you hoped that he could take yours away.

"I�� I don't know, Y/n." He sighed, at last averting his eyes from yours to look down at the minimal space between your bodies. There was something he was not telling you, but this wasn't the time to prod. The frown on his face told you just how deeply upset he truly was about the incident, and your heart squeezed almost painfully as you suddenly felt beyond sorry for yelling at him.

"This bloody curse!" He groaned and turned away from you, taking a step backwards before he started pacing back and forth through the kitchen right in front of you. "I should have known, I-I… I should've protected you like I was damn well supposed to!"

The more worked up he got, the more the fire in your own torso stirred and roared until you had to clench your teeth to keep quiet.

"I'm sorry." He stated almost desperately, and your eyebrows rose at the statement alone. Loki never apologized. For anything. "I'm truly sorry, Y/n. This curse… it's my fault that you're… that we're burning up on the inside, and I was supposed to know that this would happen!"

"It's not your fault, Loki. It's really not." You tried, but he lifted a single finger to silence you before you could continue in an instant.

"But IT IS!" He snapped at you as he turned on his heels to face you, immediately realizing what he had done and turning away again. "You don't understand this, Y/n." He spat in dismay or disgust, you couldn't tell in the uproaring anger that really was merely the curse's doing. Still, it surely felt real enough in the moment.

"You're right, I bloody well don't!" You yelled back, brought to the brink of tears by the overwhelming amount of emotions coursing through your body all at once. It was becoming too much to bear. "Enlighten me then! What's this curse? What's it do? And why for God's sake is ANY of this your fault?!"

"Because I love you, damnit!" He yelled back, the same pained frown on his face that just then vanished from yours. "It's a stupid sacrificial curse from the stupid middle ages of your stupid little planet! And it will kill us both… because of my own stupid feelings for you that I tried not to have in the first place. But I do have them. And I am sorry."

Your lips parted ever so slightly as your gaze locked with his, taking in the not-even-once-in-a-lifetime sight of Loki falling apart right in front of your very eyes. But not a single word would pass your lips, and your mind had fallen into a momentary catharsis.

Upon your silence, Loki's expression hardened and he looked away once more. "I didn't mean to tell you. I know you don't feel that way about me and I honestly wanted to spare us both the embarrassment of having you say it out loud." A broken laugh cut in between the words, and the goosebumps on your skin returned as he spoke on. "But I guess my pride doesn't matter anymore if we end up dead anyway."

"I… I don't understand…" You finally managed to say, pushing yourself away from the counter to take a certain step towards Loki. "How are we both affected by the curse, but not Natasha or Steve? They touched the vase as well… back at the carrier, before we knew it was cursed… how… " Your voice trailed off as you took another step closer to Loki, feeling like the flames in your chest were dragging you towards him rather painfully. He however started pacing again, the very second you came closer, lost deep in thought.

"Gods, Y/n, it's… complicated. Ancient magic is not something for humans to meddle with! And while this particular one only affects individuals with mutual feelings of deep love and adoration, it certainly does have a history with the sacrificial spells used in various rituals all over the galaxy. However rudimentary this one might be executed-"

"Loki…"

"-it still holds the single purpose to force the participants to succumb to the rituals will or they end up dead by-"

"Loki!" You almost shouted at him, stepping into his way and placing your hands on his shoulders. The physical contact seemed to burn your body alive, and yet it aided to soothe the flame inside you. He seemed to feel a similar sensation, as his word vomit ebbed down and he simply stared at you in irritation.

"What?" He sounded as exasperated as he looked.

"Did you even listen to yourself?" You asked with the tiniest upcurve of your lips.

"What kind of stupid question is that?!" Loki frowned down at you, like the idiot best friend you'd known for years, and you almost would've laughed if the pain in your body wasn't constantly growing.

"Go two sentences back and repeat what you said." You insisted, and Loki rolled his eyes in return, but decided to comply anyway. He always did what you asked of him, even if he would never admit to doing such thing, and your heartbeat was now officially through the roof.

"I will count this as your death wish then." He sighed in sarcasm and leaned into your touch so subtly that you assumed it was unintentional. "I said ancient magic is not to be meddled with. And that this spell only affects individuals with mutual… oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'..." You managed a half smile, while Loki looked like a deer caught in the headlights. An expression seen on him oh so rarely, yet one most adorable for sure. "I hadn't meant to ever tell you either." With that you took two steps backwards again, eyes not leaving his as he looked right through you, while your entire being protested against the physical separation. But you knew that he likely needed space, he always did when it came down to the important things. To the things that actually meant something to him.

"What are we going to do now?" You asked as you leaned back against the counter in feigned ease, hoping to give away as little of your pain as possible. There was no need for him to worry even more now.

Loki already looked like a million thoughts raced through his mind at once, and they very likely did just that. It wasn't unusual for you to see him without his guard up, but you still enjoyed the rawness of his being that he allowed himself to show around you only. But right now, you weren't all too fond of his dwelling in internal multitudes and more concerned with the problem at hand.

"Loki..." You pressed, frowning against a new wave of scorching pain. "Please, do the thinking later and the acting now. I need you here with me… I need you."

The frown fell off his face in an instant as his eyes focused back on you in a blink, and the brief flash of emotions you saw in them had your breath caught in your throat. With one single step he was right in front of you once more, so close that you could feel his shallow breathing on your skin and his warmth all over your body. In his eyes you found the same darkening, the same desperate intensity as before. The burn in your body grew less painful the closer Loki got, and you reluctantly reached out to the lapels of his coat to pull him closer to you. He did nothing to resist, and a few short second later you were pressed against the counter by his larger frame.

"Feels better already, does it not?" His low voice met your ears in a whisper as he leaned his head against the side of yours. "As it seems we both were quite wrong about the reciprocation of our feelings."

"And yet here we are, burning up from the inside until we die. How ironic…" You replied quietly, your voice less shaky than you felt. It hadn't been your intention to sound bitter, but the impending death really dimmed down your excitement about the entire situation.

"As things happen to be right now, we won't have to die after all, darling…" He mused, placing a small kiss onto your jaw that made your blood freeze underneath your scorching skin. The sensation was almost… relieving. Pleasant very much, even. "As it seems, we might just be alright." Another kiss, slow and tender, to your neck right over your pulse point. A shaky breath escaped your lips.

"How?" You asked, holding onto his shirt tightly as you bent your neck to give him more room, a small sigh escaping your lips without your consent.

"Keep making that noise and I'll show you right here." He replied quietly and his words made your skin crawl once more while he placed feathery kisses from your jaw to the corner of your mouth. "Say it, darling…"

"I love you." You breathed, in the utmost knowledge of what he was asking you for, while more and more of the pain vanished and was replaced by sincere happiness and adoration. "I have for a long time now… but I never believed you would feel the same."

For a short moment Loki halted, his lips almost touching yours as he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers. Then his lips curled up into an honest smile. "My own love for you is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Never has been."

"Quoting Shakespeare, huh?" You smiled as well, reveling in the feeling of his own against your lips.

"He got all his best lines from me and you know it!" Loki's smile turned into a grin, moments before he picked you up off the ground and made for the glass doors. You didn't even try to protest, for you knew it would be in vain anyway. And honestly, you didn't want the pain to return to your body upon any physical separation from Loki either.

"What's next?" The curiosity in you finally won as you grinned up at him expectantly. Loki… partner, best friend, idiot, and at last, your love.

With that grin that promised both heaven and hell at once he looked down at you, before capturing your lips in a kiss that was barely enough to tease, to hint, to promise. "Now, darling, we undo this bloody curse."

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[sungie]

lee minho ; thunderstorms

- - -

summer decided to take a rain check, and the skies are cloudy and rumbling, the rain outside rhythmically pattering against your window

and although you stayed inside all day, it was nice to take a break from the heat to relax and bundle yourself in knit blankets and fuzzy socks 

you’re scrolling through your feed when a text message from minho makes its way across your notifications

minho 8:45 : how are u inside on a night like this

minho 8:46 : unbelievable 

and first of all, rude, because minho is one to talk 

minho is the epitome of i stay at home and do nothing because i’m tired and you’re boring 

and second of all, bitch, of course you're inside ,, it's raining and stormy

you 8:52 : get tf out who even are you

minho responds not even a second later

minho 8:52 : the best thing that’s ever happened to you that’s what.  but ig ur just not ready for that yet. 

you 8:52 : *worst

you 8:52 : autocorrect really hyping you up there

minho 8:53 : fine, then. definitely not @me eating all this food by myself.

you sit up immediately 

because minho isn’t? he’s not -- you peer outside your window, squinting as you try to make out something in the dark, but it’s kind of hard with the rain and your reflection against the glass. 

you 8:54 : wait

you 8:54 : you’re not?

minho 8:54 : dumbass smh

you fly out your bed and run to the door, opening it with such force that minho stumbles and nearly crashes into you 

it's raining outside, really raining, and you look up and blink to see minho holding a bag to his chest, which he’d apparently pressed against the door to stop it from getting wet

and sure enough, the one thing you immediately notice about minho today is that he looks so pissed 

like, the level of pissed his cats get when he gives them a bath every so often

but when his eyes land on you, it’s like someone switched a flip and minho visibly softens

there’s obvious relief that flashes across his face for a millisecond

honestly, the only reason you know this is because you’ve been around him for so long and you can read him well

and then, because he’s such a tsundere, he ruins it by narrowing and rolling his eyes.  

"i could've died, leaving me on your doorstep like that, the disrespect"

excuse me the audacity

“i didn’t know hyunjin invited himself over”

minho: ಠ_ಠ 

but nonetheless, you quickly drag him inside and are genuinely concerned about his well-being

minho can't help but watch you with hidden amusement

you're trying to do so many things at once

turn on the crappy heater to your apartment, shut the door, try to find blankets, no, a towel so minho can dry off, maybe some extra hoodies you've stolen from him -- until minho has had enough and gently, but firmly, rests his hands against your shoulders to make you look up at him. "breathe, (y/n)."

you're suddenly all too aware of the close proximity between the two of you

and minho's eyes make you lose all train of thought

minho's always been attractive, but damn, he's really gorgeous up close

you suck in a breath and hope that minho sees it as just being overwhelmed, so you gesture to him wildly and hope that he can make something out of it, because you really can't figure out what to say

"i brought us take-out," is what minho finally says with a cheerful smile, and you can’t help the snicker that escapes your lips because his random cheerfulness always feels so fake but also teasing all at once, and you wanna smack him

"you're gonna catch a cold," is all you manage, still fussing over him 

and this is exactly what minho was trying to prevent, but he just rolls his eyes and lets you take care of him, and shh, it makes his heart feel super warm because, god, you're so adorable, and he doesn't know how he got so lucky to have a best friend like you 

you tug the jacket off his shoulders --

“if you wanted to get me out of my clothes, you could have just asked”

“MINHO”

-- and you dump it in the dryer, tossing minho a hoodie that you swear he left at one of these movie nights.  even though both of you know very well, that you stole it from his closet

as you're busy finding blankets, minho pulls the take-out from the bag and opens to-go boxes, frowning when he realizes some of it is cold

he’s super focused about this and pours the cold take-out into a bowl and reheats it in the microwave for a bit to make sure it's warm again

because he won't have his baby best friend eating cold food, no, you're eating the best of the best if he has anything to say about it 

afterward, when both of you are satisfied, it’s time to just crash on the couch and eat food, and minho always gets two different things (although they're suspiciously both your favorites), and he lets you take some of his food, too, if you want

while he simultaneously whines that he does so much for you 

but you know he means nothing by it, because the smile that tugs at his lips when you get happy is everything to him 

minho lets you choose the movie, and after a while, you realize he's not really watching the movie

because he doesn’t laugh as loud at his favorite part as he normally does which is already suspicious

and to test this out, you watch him out the corner of your eye

minho,, minho is really just gazing at you with the softest expression in the world

you’re shocked

he’s actual heart eyes whipped 

when you turn your head to catch him in the act, he tries to play it off as being cool, and he actually accuses you of looking at him,, smh minho you ain't chill

but there's one thing minho hasn't taken into account, and that's the faint blush on his cheeks, and the way he can't meet your eyes again

“minho?”

"i might like you," minho whispers, and it's more of a statement than a question 

you don’t respond, too busy gazing fondly at him

minho looks up, finally, and he knows as soon as he sees your face that you like him back

his soft expression turns into a smirk and he throws a crumpled up napkin at you.  “i knew you were trying to get me out of my clothes earlier”

“minho.” >:(

minho just laughs, but you can tell he’s so happy, and when you fall over to rest your head against his chest, minho’s heart literally skips a beat

"ew get off me.”

and then, when he can’t keep his blank expression any longer:

“I knew you liked me," and he sounds so smug 

"then why didn't you say anything idiot”

minho raises an eyebrow, “why didn’t you say anything?” 

“because!”

“well, i’m not an idiot,” minho scowls

"you’re my idiot”

if someone told you that’s what it took to break minho, you would’ve laughed at them 

but you literally do not understand how minho is unaffected by your mutual feelings, but is soft boy tm when you call him your idiot? like ,, make it make sense please

but cue cute, flustered minho 

and the two of you continue to cuddle as you mindlessly watch the movie, but it's more background noise, as the two of you continue to eat the rest of the take-out while listening to the summer storm outside and gently smiling at each other 

- - 

continue your journey?

[twistedsinews]

Hey! You're probably tired of seeing me in your questions box but here my request anyway LOL : 193. “Come on, this doesn’t even make it into the top 10 of stupid things I’ve done. You’re completely overreacting.” mucho love <3

[nooooo, if I didn’t love prompts I wouldn’t reblog prompt lists.  you’re fine!  <3]

Cyberpunk 2077; Jackie/V; PG-13

It calmed him down.  A little.  But she was still trapped in the server room and he was still on edge and they still had a handful of minutes at best before someone came to investigate why the mainframe they'd just sabotaged was down.

"You're makin' some of these up."

"Am not."

"Alright, make it easy: give me one thing dumber'n this, since I met you."

V could name half a dozen without putting any effort into it, and she was pretty sure Jackie could, too.  The plan part of the plan had gone off without a hitch.  It was merely the escape part of the plan she hadn't thought fully through.

"Falling in love."

Kinda like the words that were out of her mouth before she realized it.

There was a poignant silence on the the line to tell her how badly she'd fucked up, and when Jackie did finally answer his voice was low.  Flat.

"You think it's dumb, huh?"

"I didn't mean like that."

"How did you mean it?"

"I-..."

"Never mind."

"Jackie, I'm not saying-..."

"Not the time for this conversation right now, V."

And he was right.

V closed her eyes.

The security doors were linked into the mainframe.  Backup power was down, but this wasn't a matter of backup power.  Because linking through the mainframe would mean cutting through any time there was so much as a hiccup in the system.

Hunching down to better see, V followed the path of the lines wired into the databanks through the darkened room.  Near where they disappeared into the angle of floor and wall, her fingers brushed over a smooth, seemingly out of place indented square in the steel paneling.  A smaller hidden rectangle slid out easily, giving her a manual release for the hatch beneath her fingertips.

It was as good a lead as any, and she dropped through the floor into the crawlspace beneath.

"I found some kind of a maintenance duct," she told Jackie, twisting a bit under the cramped space to slide the hatch closed above her.  "See if you can figure out where it comes through on the other side."

"Yeah, sure.  On it."

Directly in front of her, she found a wall.  It took some flailing to get herself back around, but V nevertheless managed, and started crawling down the passage.

"Got it."

There was a sound up ahead of scraping metal.  Turning a corner, there was a dim flash of moving light in the distance.  Once she reached the end, she found Jackie waiting for her.

"See?" she huffed, taking the hand he offered to help drag her out of the gap in the floor.  "An oversight, not the end of the world."

Jackie grunted an acknowledgement, which settled poorly with the icy chill of silence in her chest.  He let go only to push her right along in front of him, and she took the hint.  The way out was the way they came, up a flight of stairs out of the basement, through some hallways, and out an intricate lobby.

As they made their way down the main hallway, there came the rustle of movement.  Killing her light and trusting Jackie to do the same, V spun right back around, grabbing for his jacket to haul him back again and into an adjoining hall.  Tension radiated off him as Jackie pressed close to the wall behind her; his arm settled on her shoulder, less for reassurance and more ready to throw her back if things lit up any more dramatically than a few heavy flashlights.  They crouched in the darkness, waiting for the security detail - headed by one computer scientist, frustrated it seemed to the point of negligence in his surroundings - to pass them by; the hired corpo soldiers scurried along behind him, no doubt equally frustrated by the clip at which he was walking straight into the unknown.

And then the light was gone, and the clomp of heavy boots faded into the distance.

V inched forward to peer around the corner, then stepped out into the dark.  Jackie bumped into her, and she froze, but he nudged her onward.  With security now behind them, they managed a much faster pace, and escaped out of the back rooms and through the moonlit lobby without incident.

On the street again, they fell into the crowd.  A couple of blocks up and one across, they caught the line with seconds to spare, paid the fare in cash, and even snagged the last empty seat in the row.

And sharing would never have been an issue, except for the stifling rift she'd caused.

Jackie made no complaint when she settled in his lap, but other than bracing her when they got underway, he kept his hands to himself.  After a mile or two of distance, she got to her feet and opted to stand in the aisle instead.  Gripping one of the lines overhead, she put all her weight on it and twisted in space.

A man slipped off one of the nearer seats, and didn't seem bothered when someone immediately claimed it after him.  He stepped up behind her, near enough to touch but didn't, and she stood a little straighter.

"If he can't do it for you," a smooth, unfamiliar voice reasoned over her shoulder, "maybe I can."

"Yeah, maybe you could," V mumbled in vague agreement, without any of the enthusiasm she'd have found in flirting.  Still, proximity and his touch on her arm at her answer gave her an excuse to fleece his pockets.  She froze as her fingers found a plate of metal, and traced the bumps on its face.  "And maybe again, not."

The man gave a gruff little hmmph at her drab dismissal, and drew his hand away.  Keeping her hand low, V flashed the badge behind her.  Under the notice of the plainclothes dick she hoped was cruising for an easy pickup and not taking note of two mercs that were hardly out of place in taking the public transit.

Regardless of which, she opted for a quick exit at the next stop, feeling her confidence ebb back when Jackie fell in behind her.  He stopped her from flashing the badge again, this time at the very cop she'd stolen it from, snatching it from her before the man could see it.

Once they'd stepped off again, Jackie whipped his hand and the badge skittered away down the sidewalk.

They made it down another block and halfway through the next alley.

With a huff, V stepped in front of him, causing Jackie to stop short of walking into her, only to jostle her all the same.

He blinked down at her.

"I wasn't saying you're stupid."

"Didn't think you were."

"And I wasn't saying loving you was stupid."

Jackie didn't answer right away, which formed something of an answer all unto itself.

"It's cool, V.  I'm over it."

Squaring her shoulders, V raised her chin as she studied his face.

"Liar."

Jackie hissed sharply.  Clenching his jaw, he bared his teeth in a thin grimace of distaste.

"Digging yourself deeper, chica."

Brushing past her, he kept walking.

V stood rooted to the spot.

When he noticed she wasn't following him, Jackie turned back around and stalled.  He sighed heavily, and came right back.  His hand settled on her shoulder, warm and familiar.  Some of the tension eased out of her shoulders, and V shoved her hands into her pockets.

"Mira..." Jackie said, only he didn't seem to know what else to say.  Whatever was in his head, he went with, "You go home and get some rest.  I'll go and collect our pay.  I'll catch up with you in the morning."

Her heart sank.

"Yeah," V agreed listlessly.  "Alright.  Great."

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, leaving her with only the shadow of his smile.

It helped.  And... it didn't.

"Hasta mañana."

This time, Jackie didn't look back.  Just disappeared into the next street.

V took one step and stopped again.

She didn't even know where the hell she was.

With a sigh, she scratched her eyebrow and pulled up her geodata.  Then, once she had a read, she started on again.  And each step felt heavier than the last.

***

Jackie parked his bike near as he could to V's car out of mindless habit, but it was a flash of color huddled in the backseat seized his attention.

It wasn't where he was expecting to find her, though not unheard of, and he knocked on the window anyway.  She stirred, squinted up at him over her shoulder, then twisted to reach the lock, followed by the latch.  Jackie stepped back as the door swung open under her weight, not anticipating for her to pour out on the floor of the parking garage like she did.

Grabbing the top of the door, two seconds too late, he winced in sympathy.

"How's that first taste of concrete, first thing in the morning, eh?"

V flipped him off.

A sign of life if ever he'd seen one.

Jackie clasped one hand firmly around her wrist.  Reaching down, he got the other into a hold on her jacket to lift her entirely off the ground, and set her onto her feet.

She combed her hair out of her face with her fingers, scrubbed her sleeve across her face, and regarded him with a dull, guarded expression that slipped a little near the corner of her mouth.  Her eyes remained narrow, more to do with her hangover than anything.

Jackie smiled.  And he meant it.

V's expression slipped a little further.  Losing ground, she turned and stalked away.

He fell in step beside her, keenly aware that it was her money sitting in his pocket.  

Among other things he was feeling overly aware of.

V survived the elevator on her own two feet.  She only opted to stop once, leaning over the low terrace wall in whatever solemn post-drunk contemplation it was she fancied this morning, and tolerated him rubbing a hand down her back before finally moving on.

They made it back to her apartment at last.  V immediately went for the sink; the mirror flickered on, and she turned on the water to scrub her face clean.

Jackie hung back, leaning into the wall as he watched her.  Trapped between feeling out the situation, and getting lost right down the subtlest play of the muscles under her skin and the patterns adorning her shoulders.

"Last night I was thinking..." V told his reflection.  "How far a full tank would get me, and I thought about three hundred miles.  Not very far, really."

Jackie didn't answer.  He didn't know what to answer.  Luckily, he apparently didn't need to answer, as she continued, "So I thought... maybe if I loaded up six or seven tanks, still have room for supplies, and I could get maybe a couple of thousand.  Still not far enough to get to the East Coast."

Ah.

Words.

Something would probably have been more appropriate than nothing right about then, but he still couldn't think of any, and careless words got them here in the first place.  Moreover, he was just smart enough to know better than to speak just because.

"I thought about it for maybe two minutes total," V admitted, without his input.  "But it wouldn't make a difference, would it?  No matter how far I could go, it doesn't change how anything feels."

Dipping her hand under the faucet, V combed the water through her hair.  Droplets caught between strands, and spattered on her ink.

"How come it's so much easier being your choom than it is being your output?"

"I don't know..."  Jackie had never really thought about it, certainly never saw it that way.  "Maybe 'cause you're thinking of it as two separate things, when really it's somewhere in between."  Her eyes narrowed as she mulled it over, and Jackie shrugged.  "Just my take on it, though."

The mirror flickered off, and he pulled back out of her way as she moved to step out of the sink cubby.  She breezed past him, and started picking through the cans on her desk.  Several empty ones went right under it, until she found an unopened one, which she cracked open for a long drink, abandoning the rest.

"But come on, really; it's not that bad," Jackie argued.  "I think... if a couple of dumb words is all that ever gets to us once in a while, we're doing okay.  Better than, I'd say."

V stared at him over the rim of the sodacan.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she stated.

Jackie blinked.

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

"I know that, too."

V sighed.  Still eyeing him, she took another sip, and, wandering over to the bed, dropped down, leaning her back against the outer wall.

"It was a stupid joke at my own expense, okay?  Falling in love wasn't part of my plan for when I got here."

Jackie scoffed.

"Implying you had a plan when you landed in N.C." he reminded her, easing down across from her to lean against the inner wall.  "Which as I recall, was not the case.  Not at all."

"Okay, but I wasn't even thinking of it as a distant possibility.  I sure as fuck wasn't expecting to trip and fall into your arms and for it to be all..." She waved her drink around in a vague pattern, encompassing the all of it.  "Isn't that stupid?"

"Love ain't stupid, chica.  Never is."

V stared at him.  Jackie stared right back, until at length he glanced off, and her gaze fell to the tab of her drink as she toyed with it.

Finally, draining the can, she set it down on the floor.  She kicked off her shoes, followed by rolling off her socks, and drew her legs up loosely onto the bed in front of her.

"...if it could have been anyone," she murmured, "I'm glad it was you."

Jackie smiled.  Then he chuckled.

"And you know what?"  He admitted, "you weren't part of my plan, either.  You fell right into my lap out of fucking nowhere, and I didn't have the first idea of what to do with that..."

As V listened quietly, her expression grew quizzical, until she shot him a very particular stare.

"...okay, you're right.  You're right," Jackie amended, "I had the first idea what I wanted to do with that, but maybe not the whole thing." Sighing, he continued, "But really.  I wanted to be the best out there.  And I wanted to do it all alone, to prove that I could.  Falling in love, tch - yeah, someday, definitely.  But having a partner?  Wasn't even on my mind.  Not until you came along.  Now I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Not even for what you want most in the world?"

"No.  Wanna know why?  'Cause you're part of everything I want most in the world."

V pressed her lips together.

Then huffed a small, shaky little breath.

She reached into her pocket to dig out her knife, opening it with a soft click.  As he watched her, she wound her braid around her fingers, and pulled it taut.  Closing her eyes, she cut it free in one concerted, jagged little effort.

Jackie found himself at no less of a loss when she crossed the bed and inched up to his side.  Reaching for his hand, she wound the braid around his wrist and fastened the ends together under the small clasp.

He glanced from the new splash of color encircling his wrist, and back to V as she closed the knife and set it on the shelf overhead.  She combed her fingers through her hair, threading out the form of another braid.  Jackie brushed his fingers through the loose strands on the other side, and her movements slowed.  Biting her lip, she reached for his hands, one after the other, guiding him to help her weave the braid together.

"This ain't some kind of Nomad marriage thing, is it?" Jackie teased, "'Cause I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet."

"No... I'm making it up as I go along."

"Oh."

At length, the braid reached a point that he had to let her take care of the rest.  Holding the end in her mouth, she tugged free several loose threads from a tear in her jeans to tie it off with.

Jackie grazed her cheek with his thumb, and she grabbed his hand, holding it there for several long moments.  There was a sound in her throat, a softened lilt like it could have been a question that didn't quite form.

"V?"

"...are we okay?"

With a glance to the window, Jackie shrugged.

"We're fine, V.  You don't have to go riding off into the desert or to the East Coast or off to Mars or someplace lookin' for some kind of absolution."  After a thought, and he added, "And while we're on the subject, you don't need to go around tripping over yourself thinking how you got to make me feel better about gonk-brained shit when it happens.  I'm tough.  I'll survive."  And after another, "Ay, I almost forgot, but I got your money."

With his free hand, he found the roll of eddies that were stuffed in his inside jacket pocket, and offered it to her.  She snatched it from his hand, and it went...

...somewhere.

Flying into the laundry basket, he was pretty certain.

But he had other things to think of right then than money that wasn't his, like how soft her mouth was, and how she tasted like artificial kumquat-flavored corn syrup.  How soon enough, he wouldn't be thinking of much at all, and if he played his deck right, neither would V.

[toukenramblings]

hiya mod! thank you for the letter! it was super sweet 💖 i hope you're doing well- eating water, drinking food, and taking meds responsibly and resting when possible! i also really liked your child saniwa headcanons, so can i request akita, gokotai, and kenshin interactions (platonic of course!) with a child saniwa? - 🎂non

CAKEY IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED THE LETTER I GOT SO SCARED HUOGHUGFHD BUT IM DOING OKAY, I HOPE UR DOING OKAY TOOO BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL OF UR SUPPORT. HERE’S SOME HEADCANONS I HOPE THEY OK

Warnings: nOTHING BUT BABIES

Akita Toushirou

“My name is Akita, I’m so excited to-” “....” “....new sibling”

This Saniwa is adopted into Akita’s family now. Akita took one look at this kid and immediately claimed them. Ichi-nii eat your heart out, Akita is gonna do his best to be the bEST BIG BROTHER-

And then Akita and the saniwa take a nap together while bird watching and Ichi-nii is found cRYING

Akita is a sweetheart no doubt and while he doesn’t partake in war much as a blade, damn right he’s going to be protective as hell of this saniwa. As said before, Akita is going to try to be a good big brother since he’s like...several hundred years old by now? Catch him always holding hands with the saniwa, leading them around the citadel, excitedly enjoying the day with them!

His favorite thing to do with them (regardless of age) is just well, bird watching or cloud watching! He’ll pick a sunny patch of grass or help them climb up into a tree and just...look up at the sky with them! Stargazing counts too. Then they gotta scream for someone to help them get down. PlEASE HJELP

Hell yeah Akita will fucking stumble into the kid’s room to stay up late. They’ll probably conk the hell out while playing ANimal Crossing or something. He tries his best to stay up though! It’s not super healthy but like...he just wants to spend more time with his new sibling!

Akita can kinda cook? He more or less bakes with the rest of his siblings, expect him to always feed the lil saniwa first though. He cares for them a lot!

Akita also attempts to get stronger in order to protect them. He’s mostly a protective sword for nobles and being close to this new lil master like this makes him happy to be of use, no matter how much he can do!

Akita also looooves going out for a walk! He’ll always hold the Saniwa’s hand as they run around a forest or a mall and get lost beyond belief. Akita will try not to cry though, even though he’s scared as fUCK. He just loves having new adventures with them!

Can and will try to give them a piggy back ride.

Akita Toushirou is a sweet little kid, and having a saniwa that is a child will honestly help him feel at ease. He’ll do his best to be a good big brother, even if he and the saniwa are mentally rather young. He just wants to do his best and see the world along side them!

Gokotai

“I-I-I’m Gokotai...I’m so sorr-”

*Mew~!*

“....I-I think they like you...?”

Gokotai isn’t even a true Toushirou place, an artificial and yet part of the Toushirou family. Despite the rest of his brothers saying that they love him nonetheless, he still feels like he doesn’t belong. So when he meets this little master, a part of him is terrified that they will not like him. Gokotai already has pretty crippling self esteem so being around someone who has a similar mentality to him does help ease him a lil bit???? But his tigers like him and animals can tell shit like that.

So when his tigers trust the lil saniwa, Gokotai’s shoulders slump a little, letting out some breath he had not realized he was holding. He’s rather shy and quiet, hesitant to talk to the master and will just prefer sitting there in silence with them. Most likely reading a book together or chilling with the tigers.

Speaking of books, Gokotai adores picture books - stores with animals being his favorites. Momotaro is an example as it’s about a young boy who goes on a brave adventure with animal friends - but like in the Hanamaru anime, another book he loves is The Blue Bird of Happiness. He and the lil saniwa will just read it over and over, and then probably have a permanent like lil corner of this one library or bookstore they always visit. The people working there know their damn names by now and probs have snacks for them.

When it comes to the little tigers, I think Gokotai will adore it when the saniwa comes to visit - his tigers will run to them, and beg for their attention. They groom them together, pet them, play with them, honestly it’s so fucking cute. Please hug my lil son for me. Cuddle him and give him a foREHEADD KISSY

Gokotai will slowly become protective of the Saniwa as he becomes closer to them. Taking in the idea of Kiwame!Gokotai, when he comes back with the sole tiger, he promises to protect them better!

To quote Gokotai, “Master always looks straight into my eyes.” and those are the window to his soul. He shies away at first but as he and the lil saniwa become closer, he feels comforted by the fact they always look at him in the eyes, a sign of trust and that they care for him? I don’t know how to explain it but it’s kind of a zen state when you lock eyes with someone you trust and just...wordlessly pass on thoughts to each other.

It warms the heart of the Toushirou fam to see Gokotai open up like this. He is one of the more timid of the bunch because of his...ya know, general disposition and past. This saniwa now has the entire Awataguchi fam at their beck and call now, find them being carried by Ichi-nii

GOkotai’s tigers will love them~! Always pouncing on them to wake them up, big ol cuddles. Oh cuddling with Gokotai will be angelic, just...so much floofiness and warmth.

This leads to the fact the tigers will straight up do anything for them. Are they crying? Suddenly there’s 15 stolen blankets and several other Awataguchi family members at the door to ask what’s wrong. Are they hungry? KAsen is found screaming at the mess the tigers made as they bring a whole (half eaten) turkey to the saniwa. Gokotai ad the lil saniwa are watching a scary movie and it terrifies them? Well now they gotta buy a new tv because the tigers attacked it to defend them.

Seeing, the lil saniwa being best friends with Gokotai is like getting a new sibling plus 5 new lil pets. It’s just one big ol happy family man.

Kenshin Kagemitsu

“I’m Kenshin Kagemitsu! I do not wish to be taken li-”

“.....”

“I am big brother now”

See, Kenshin will jump at the chance to prove that he can grow up and be a wonderful mature adult. So when he first meets this lil saniwa, he’s oh so giddy! He almost jumps for joy! Of course he stills himself, clearing his throat and properly introducing himself to them, wanting to come ass as mature as possible. It’s obvious in his eyes that he’s excited to get to know them though!

The first thing Kenshin tries to do is almost be like Azuki and Hasebe rolled into one. He’ll try to learn how to cook and clean and even though he has a miniature habit if sleeping in late and Azuki is most often waking him up in the end but Kenshin always wants to try and emulate him. He’ll be found bringing a big ol tray of breakfast of the saniwa and waking them up, yawning while he’s talking to them and denying that he’s tired.

Kenshin is allowed to be a kid rather often, and if Azuki is fond of them too, he’ll spoil them both~! It’s like having a bro and father combo!

This lil kid is always ready to learn new things, and is often found with some kinda new book that he will share with this new Saniwa. He will often be found reading together with them, learning new things! He may be trying to look tough and adult-like, but to do that you need to learn new things!

Kenshin almost tries a little too hard to help the saniwa. He’ll try to stay up a little too late to help them, or to ensure that they go to bed on time. It’s fine to be a kid sometimes, Kenshin! Thus, the lil saniwa sometimes drags him to cuddle, it’s cute as hell, Azuki found taking all of the pictures.

He’ll try to not be swayed by sweets and is often giving his snacks to the lil saniwa. Yes he’ll be envious and puff out his cheeks, claiming he doesn’t want them, but they always share the snacks anyway. No worries.

Going back to the idea that Kenshin tries a little too hard to help the Saniwa, he’ll go to Hasebe or Azuki for help at times, wanting to learn how to do paperwork for the saniwa. Honey, no, not until you understand the words and wtf is happening. THe government is a ho anyway.

Despite all of this, Kenshin is still very much mentally young. He is nervous at times and especially so when going into battle. He does his best and ultimately he comes home with the rest of the swords - running into the arms of the lil saniwa and asking them to praise him - but he won’t lie that he sometimes feels like he isn’t enough for them? More so along the lines he wants to become better and be a better sword for them, I suppose?

Kenshin is actually very easily scared. So whenever there’s thunderstorms or something, he says he isn’t terrified but with the way he’s clinging on to the saniwa or Azuki tells volumes.

Kenshin is just trying his best when it comes to this saniwa. They’re around the same age (mentally?) and Kenshin will automatically want to try to be their elder, to show that he can be depended on too!

[dirt-cup-draco]

Edmund x Reader- New Start (2/2)

Can you please do a part two of the “It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU. from the au post with edmund pevensie please? I love where the story is going also you have lovely writing it really feels like a book to get lost in.

Part 1 Here! ---> Ta Da

Previously:

“Lady Y/N,” Edmund smiled, extending his hand. “May I have this dance?”

Lady. He called you Lady! Your mind screamed as you took his hand. It was oddly comforting to have your hand encased in his.

“It’d be foolish of me to say no, your highness,” You added, and he nearly scolded you yet stopped when he saw the teasing smile on your lips. His heart pounded uncomfortably at the sight. You were quite pretty, weren’t you?

You could leave your status behind for at least one dance.

Peter and Rose were truly a match made in heaven. Peter was Rose’s rock and Rose was Peter’s peace.  They had found love within royal status. A young king and a gorgeous princess, they had the universe wrapped around their finger. You envied them. 

“Any reason for this silence that has been plaguing you for weeks now, my friend?” Rose asked as you tightened her corset, her voice getting caught off as her breath was stolen from the restricting article of clothing. 

“I don’t know what you’re referring to, your highness,” 

“Now I know something is wrong,” She scolded as you used a formal title. Rose was very intent on breaking you of the habit, feeling as if servants should still be treated as friends, if not equals. You were lucky, others were lucky enough to get even a shred of respect. 

“You know I don’t want to talk about it,” You sighed, growing more glum as she pressed for information. It was no secret to Rose you were suffering from a broken heart. 

“You could-” Rose started but you had the gall to interrupt her. 

“I can’t!” You cried out, pulling particularly hard on the laces as her spine straightened. Your Queen let out an impertinent huff as you tried to make the corset more comfortable, to no avail. “I’m sorry, lets just drop it,” 

“If he knew how you suffered he wouldn’t be marrying someone else...” Rose chattered on.

“Rose.” You said, voice hard but eyes misty from the tears that you refused to let fall. You would not cry over Edmund Pevensie. “Leave it.” 

“I just want you happy,” She said earnestly, spinning in your grip to rest her hands on your shoulders. “He loves you as you love him,” 

“Being anything more than a temporary companion to Edmund is nothing more than a dream, my sweet Rose,” You said with a watery smile. “You’ve always had quite the imagination, seeing change where change cannot be,” You let your hand travel the length of her silky hair before pulling away from her as you went to fetch her evening gown. It was nearly dinner. 

“You’ve always denied the obvious,smothering any sign of hope there might be,” She mumbled but said no more as she followed your lead, letting you dress her before you escorted her to the dining room. 

You knew Rose was right. The night you and Edmund had danced as equals a seed of hope had been planted in your chest, growing strong with every meeting after. Even months after you were yearning for Edmund to be your equal, to be yours, permanently. 

You were a maid with many duties but Rose gave you the freedom to wander as you pleased, to familiarize yourself with Cair Paravel and the peninsula you resided on. By chance you had decided to explore the library, despite only having the most basic education in reading and writing. Edmund was reclining in a window sill, eyes raking over the page but going straight to you as his happy place was intruded upon.

 “Y/N, odd seeing you here,” He commented as he went back to his book.

“Apologies for interrupting you, your highness. I will come back later,” You announced but Edmund’s voice glued you to the spot.

“You know I hate it when you call me that. Now don’t be stubborn, come sit down,” 

You nodded and your legs carried you towards him. You prayed he couldn’t see how they shook. “Yes, your high- Sorry. Edmund,” You tried again. 

“Pretend I’ve known you as long as Rose has, we are friends,” He instructed. 

“But you know not a single thing about me,” You let your lips twitch up into a smug grin as you took your spot across from him, his legs shifting to make room for you. You looked to him and found the sun spilling in through the window lit up his eyes marvelously. 

“Then teach me,” Edmund shrugged, but he mimicked your smile, a corner of is blush pink lips tugged up in amusement. 

“What is it you wish to know?” 

With a wicked grin Edmund simply said, “Everything.” 

Those had been simpler times. Yet, you could only keep your head in the clouds for so long before a cold north wind blew the fantasy away, bringing you back to your stark reality. Unfortunately, you were clear minded. Rose, however, had a vice-like grip on her fantasies. Fantasies you still shared but couldn’t indulge.

You stood behind her in silence as the royalty ate their meal, discussing airy, unimportant things. It was an era of peace, after all. Yet it seemed that peace needed maintenance and Edmund was the pawn in this tricky game. Peter had gotten so lucky, loving the woman he had been convinced to marry. He was blinded by that love, not realizing that it was far from likely his brother would have the same experience. 

Edmund’s eyes were glued to yours as his fiancee, Cassiopeia, chattered on about nonsense, batting her eyelashes even as it went unnoticed. He raised an eyebrow. Are you alright? He seemed to ask.

You rolled your eyes. Doing as well as you are. You tried to express back to him. Edmund smiled a little at your sassy non-reply and you smiled simply because he looked beautiful. 

“I seem to be feeling under the weather, if you’d excuse me,” He suddenly said, sparing a short glance to Cassiopeia, who looked as if she had been told he was had a week to live, and then to Peter who had a far more severe expression. The older king turned his gaze on you. You were ruining this evening. 

Silently Rose gripped her husband’s hand, fixing him with her own withering gaze as they had a silent conversation. Susan distracted the visiting princess as Lucy looked to you, mischief twinkling in her eyes.

 “Would you go check on him?” She asked sweetly, as if she wasn’t playing at something. No wonder and her and Rose got along so swimmingly. Menaces those Pevensies were. You wouldn’t have them any other way. With a barely concealed smile you excused yourself. 

The second you were out of the dining room, two strong arms were encircling you as a familiar scent took over your senses. “You could have tried to look less miserable,” You teased softly as you tangled your fingers in the Just King’s hair. 

“I could say the same for you,” He whispered against the junction of your neck and shoulder. “If looks could kill, she’d be long dead,” 

You tensed up. You knew she was a kind girl, or she meant well at least, but you couldn’t bring yourself to like her. She was the thing that stood between you and Edmund. “I-I’m sorry,” 

Edmund sighed, pulling away so he could grip your chin lightly in between his thumb and index finger. “You don’t need to apologize, especially not to me, okay?” You relented, grabbing his wrist so you could press your lips against his fingertips. 

“It’s not fair,” Edmund growled, frustration clear on his face as you held his fingers against your lips. “And don’t say we could have avoided this,” He seethed as you opened your mouth. 

Edmund was holding your hand, face set in a grim expression as he tried to find the words but nothing sounded right. None of this was right! 

“We can’t be together anymore, can we? That’s what you're here to say... That we are over,” You had tried to sound unbothered but your voice caught as your stomach churned. 

“You have the uncanny ability of reading my mind,” Edmund mused, sighing deeply as he squeezed your hand. “I wish I could say you were wrong,” Even now, with the truth dangling in the air between you, he couldn’t look you in the eyes. 

“A-are you- I mean to say-” You stumbled over your words, not being sure you wanted an answer to the question that was racing around in your mind. 

Edmund nodded. “Princess Cassiopeia, from Anvard,” His voice was thick with emotion as he finally turned to you. “I don’t want her Y/N, you must know that,” 

You bit your lip, focusing on the way that hurt instead of the way it hurt as Edmund chewed your heart up and spit it out. “It’s okay,” You reassured even if nothing about this felt okay. “I always knew this would happen, we both had our head in the clouds. It’s time we come back down to earth,” 

“Y/N-” Edmund began as your voice turned chilled. You were freezing out any feelings you might be having to save face but Edmund wanted you to be vulnerable with him, hurt with him. He wanted to know you were having just a hard time letting go as he was. 

You stood abruptly, brushing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you around, your highness,” 

“I’d be lying to you then,” You laughed humorlessly as Edmund took hold of your hand, pulling you with him as the servants started to leave the dining room. Soon his siblings and fiancee would be leaving and they couldn’t find you like this. Only Rose knew you two had decided to stay together, despite Edmund’s impending marriage. The both of you had hardly lasted a full seven days before crawling back to one another. 

“You can’t avoid love, Y/N,” Edmund commented icily as he opened his bedchambers, tugging you with him as he secured the door behind him. 

“I-I know,” You sighed, rubbing at your temples. “And I don’t want to. I would rather love you and lose you than still be pining away never having known what it was like to be cared for in such an overwhelming way by such a perfect man,” 

“You aren’t losing me,” Edmund promised as you both sat heavily on his bed, your head falling to his shoulder. The playfulness from earlier had vanished, the weight of your future crushing the both of you. 

“Don’t pretend that you could ever betray your future wife.” You spat out, the words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. “You’re a man of your word Edmund, and once those vows are spoken, there is no power in the universe, even love, that could cause you to be disloyal,” 

“I’d do it, for you,” He declared. 

“I would only ever be known as the shame of the kingdom, the Just King’s mistress,” You whimpered as tears prickled at your eyes. “I can’t tarnish our names in such a way,” 

“Then what are we going to do?”  Edmund cried out, desperate for everything to be simple as it was before with stolen kisses in the library and flirting subtly as Rose asked you to take a meal to him while he worked alongside his sisters and brother. 

“Make a new start, a new future” You said, trying to force anything that resembled conviction into your voice, “without each other,” 

“I don’t want that,” Edmund argued. “I love you,” 

“I’m just a maid,” 

“You’re far more than that, always have been since the day you knocked me off my feet,” Edmund pressed his lips to yours desperately as the steel walls started to erect themselves around your heart, casting a shadow over your normally expressive eyes. You were frozen for only a second before you melted into his familiar touch. With a shaky breath, Edmund parted from you, his forehead pressed to yours tenderly.

 “If you can look me in the eye and say you don’t love me, I will let you go,” 

You immediately shook your head, the ultimatum weighing heavily on your heart. “Please, Edmund-”

“No, Y/N.” Edmund said, pleading with you to understand. “The day you don’t love me anymore is the only day I am willing to let you go,”

“You’re to be married!” You said, as if this had never occurred to him before. 

“One day, yes, but not to Cassiopeia.” Edmund had you frozen to the spot, his warm eyes hiding a storm. “You will be my wife, the only future that I will have,” 

“You can’t promise me that,” You croaked, eyes burning as your defenses crumbled, tears spilling over the dam of your eyelids and streaming down your cheeks. 

“I can, marry me,” Edmund not so much asked as he demanded and you would have laughed at the absurdity of it all if it didnt hurt so much. 

“You are-”

“Just say yes,” Edmund begged, pulling you onto his lap as his hands found your cheeks, cupping them so he could direct your gaze to his. 

“I can’t,” 

“You can,” Edmund insisted. “We’ll leave tonight, find a chapel in one of the towns nearby. I can’t marry Cassiopeia if I am promised to another,” 

“Peter will be furious,” Your arguments were weakening. 

“He doesn’t know what it’s like to be told you can’t be with the person he loves most. Imagine the lengths he’d go to to be with Rose if someone told him it wasn’t possible to have her,” Edmund made a point. “Peter will get over it. Rose is our number one fan, Susan and Lucy adore you,” 

“You are an absolute mad man Edmund Pevensie,” 

“Then be my mad woman, be my Y/N Pevensie,” 

Your defenses had been completely demolished, reduced to nothing but ash as the swelling of your heart blasted the last of your fears away. You surged forward, kissing Edmund with a bruising force. 

“How could I ever say no to you?” You gushed.

“You do it quite a lot actuall-” 

“Edmund,” You scolded lightly. 

His gorgeous laughter resonated through the air. “You are going to make a perfect wife,” 

“And you a perfect husband, now get me to that chapel,” You encouraged, wanting to make the right decision before your fear won out. 

“You won’t regret this,” Edmund grinned, his sunshine breaking through your gray clouds. 

“I could never,” You reassured as you intertwined your fingers with his. 

No matter what the future brought, you would have Edmund beside you from now until the end of your days, as your husband and as your equal. 

[deadbydelight]

Legion (Frank Morrison) x Reader: soulmate AU.

Someone requested it on wattpad so am going to try to deliver :D warning for some blood, violence and manipulation.

I am using this theme for the soulmate stuff: at age 18, you get your soulmate's name on your chest, written in their handwriting. When the two of you meet, the writing warms up a lot. After the first meeting, it just grow warmer when the two of you are near each other but it won't be as warm as the first meeting.

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Ormond.

It was a nice evening in Mount Ormond, snowflakes falling silently and the sky as grey as ever. The Legion was what we could say chilling in their small "basement quarter"

Usually it was on one of those calm day that Frank would order everyone to run around and wreck havoc in the small town... But this time he decided that they needed the rest. He was casually smoking a cigarette (stolen, mind you) while Joey was reading some comics (stolen too) and Susie was discussing with Julie, the two of them giggling from time to time.

Puffing out some smoke, he mindlessly scratched his neck, thinking about what they could do on their next "mission".

"Oh Frank, who is that?"

He stopped his thoughts instantly, his attention turning to the soft spoken voice of Susie. She wasn't really one to speak her mind so it was acutally surprising to hear her initiate a dialogue.

"Who?" He questionned back, raising an eyebrow at her question, Julie and Joey now curiously watching them.

"The name on your chest."

His eyes widened a bit at this but his whole face stayed put, doing his best to hide any feelings that his face might betray. He hadn't noticed his jacket had loosen up and that it was showing the first letter that were written on his chest. Of course Susie would be the one interested in those soulmates stories. She always was the naive one. He carelessly pulled the the left side of his jacket, showing off what was written on his left pec.

They all stared, Susie with longing and envy, Joey with disbelief and Julie with amusement. Seems like their opinions on the whole soulmate stuff differed greatly from one another.

"Have you met them ?" The pink haired girl asked, a smile forming on her face, showing her braces.

"No."

His voice was cutting. Not cold but clear as to show that he didn't really care about this whole story. Not anymore that is.

"Really ? Not even a tiny bit of warm?"

Now Frank was starting to be annoyed by Susie's insistance. He could understand that someone like her would be into soulmate stories but why was she satiating her curiosity with his own mark? Joey seemed to notice his change of mood and went in for a save.

"You know that soulmates rarely even meet each other right ?"

"Yeah Susie, let the men go they're not ready for a hopeless romantic like you!"

Julie snickered at her own comment as Susie's cheeks grew red. She quietly went back to where she had been, next to her best friend.

Frank took a much needed smoke of his almost finished cigarette, feeling strangely agitated. After one year of desperately looking for his soulmate, he just stopped caring all together. Yet his heart betrayed him, still hurt of the void that had took place in his chest. He stomped on his cigarette adding one more thing as he grabbed his mask:

"We're going out tonight."

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Entity's realm.

You were running. From what? Hell, you didn't even know. It felt like seconds ago you arrived in this... place? You had met another person that you remembered as Bill who sighed dramatically when he saw you, saying he had to deal with a "new one". You didn't know what that mean. He just told you that you were stuck in a sort of game in which you could get hurt at any moment. You had the time to have a very brief explication about generators needed to open the exit of this hellhole and then he yelled that you needed to run away as fast as possible because the two of you were being chased. Bill basically told you he was going to be a bait for you to get away.

Part of you was very moved by his act, the other half wish he didn't left you alone.

Now you were still running, your lungs hurt so much and your muscles were screaming in pain and you were simply running out of energy. What exactly was even chasing you? Was it some kind of monster ? A wild animal that went feral? You cried out as you felt a sudden burn in your chest, as if you were being marked with a red hot iron. As you ran it got warmer and warmer making you almost fall from the pain, but you kept running, scared of what was pursuing you, scared and-

"Agh!"

You had collided with someone so harshly that you fell on your bum, your pants getting wet as you landed on the snow that imediatly melted at the contact. You grunted, the pain and exhaustion hitting you all at once. Luckyly the burn in your chest had subsided, leaving a pleasant warmness that you couldn't exactly identify at the moment. When you came back to your senses you actually took note of the person you bumped into. He looked as lost as you, blinking at you and out of breath. He had a black jacket, his face actually quite attractive unexpectedly. His brown eyes were staring right back at you, taking in all the details of your own face. His hair was a light brown, looking even blond where the light was shining on it, short and well kept, the last detail you noticed was the tatoo on his neck.

"Well... hello?"

You jumped from your dreamy state, your cheeks warming up at the thought that yes, you were totally checking this guy out while you were supposedly being hunted.

"Sorry for bumping into you like that, I was... well running away, just like you."

He helped you getting up and you thanked him shily, your heart beating rapidly and this warmth in your chest, buzzing pleasantly, you couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"You're new ?" He asked, "I've never seen you before."

You explained him your situation, he listened intently at everything you had to say. You felt so warm... and those eyes...

"Well it seems like you're indeed the newest addition... I'll make it simple for you. All the people stuck here, you included, have been chosen by the entity. I can't really explain you what it is... it basically created this whole world and it's aware of everything. Basically like a god... from time to time, four survivors like you and I are reunited in a sick game of cat and mouse. We're being hunted by a killer."

You gaped, completely horrified at the situation.

"So to get away we need to fix those generators right ?"

"Exactly! How did you know?"

"An old military guy named Bill told me about it. I think he literally saved my ass back there by distracting the killer..."

Now you felt bad that you actually left the guy alone against a killer... but you had no clue of what was going on...

"Hey, he'll be fine, I'm sure. Here let me show how to fix those."

You felt a pleasant tingle at the warmth of his hand holding yours. He did show you how to fix a generator even though you made it explode several times. He was so patient and sweet with you... and still this warmth in your chest... finally you started putting two and two together. What if he was..?

"Uh tell me..." you finally said, catching his attention off of the generator, "I don't think I have caught your name?"

"Oh right ! Sorry about that, I'm Frank M-"

"Morrison." You finished for him.

He stared at you, looking half surprised.

"So I wasn't the only one feeling it..."

You stared at one another once again, completely oblivious to the killer that might be looking for you at the moment.

"So we meet... and in a place like this, how peculiar!" You laughed, your eyes lighting up at the thought that you just met your soulmate.

He laughed with you, a small smile on his lips. It looked like he was admiring you so much right now. The noise of a generator being repaired rang and you suddenly remembered what you were doing.

"Let's finish this first and get away then alright?"

He nodded and you both got back to work. In no time the engine roared back to life and you beamed at Frank.

"We did it ! I think the exit is this way, let's go."

You began walking rapidly toward the source of light, Frank following closely. Or so you thought. You heard your name being called by his voice. You would have been happy to hear it if it wasn't for the... off tone he had. You curiously turn around to see him standing still near the generator. He had a mask on, all white with some disturbing features drawn on it. Was that blood smeared where his mouth should be? You froze as you saw the hunting knife in his right hand.

"Now let's see how fast you run, dear soulmate" he said in a sing song tone, apparently amused by your shocked expression.

And then it dawned on you. The killer was none other than him. You had been fooled and so devilisly so. Your heart throbbed painfully at the thought that... your soulmate was a crazy killer. You made a sudden u turn, dashing for the general direction of the exit. You heard him running right behind you, his breathing heavy with what seemed an insane excitement. He laughed at your poor attempt to run from him and pounced on you, making you both fall in the snow, his weight crushing you and preventing you from getting away. He got up and as soon as he did so, he grabbed you by the arm to forcefully roll you on your back.

You were terrified, tears rolling down your face and heart beating furiously in fear of dying right here right now. Your eyes were locked on his hunter knife and his bloody mask. You closed your eyes when he raised his weapon, expecting a brutal death... but it did not come. Instead he had started cutting the shirt under your jacket. You cried and whined, horrified at what he might do to you.

"Stop moving. I just want to see it."

You stood still, eyes wide as he literally cut a whole part of your shirt. There his name was. Written in his handwriting. He seemed hypnotized by it. His hand went to touch it, his fingertips feeling so cold on your sweaty skin. The writing reacted, heating up at his contact and making you tremble, this time you weren't sure if it was from fear only. After what felt like an eternity of him sort of molesting your chest, he abruptly stood up, watching you intently, his knife twirling expertly in his hand.

"Get up."

You did as you were told, too scared to consider disobeying him. He advanced toward you, his mask nearly inches from your own face, you could feel his breathing fanning over your own skin. He caressed your cheeks surprisingly soflty, drying some of your tears.

"You will run straight to the exit. We will meet again. You will NOT forget me. Understood?"

You nodded, terror preventing you from forming actual words. He seemed contempted about that for now as he chuckled. He lifted his mask, his oh so enchanting brown eyes staring right back at you.

"Don't forget that from now on, you're mine. "

You ran. Tears still rolling and heart hammering in your chest. You looked back one time, wondering if he was chasing you, but he was still there, not moving from his pot. He was waving, his knife still in hand. You knew for a fact that, as you ran to the exit, somehow you felt empty, the pleasant warm from being so close to your soulmate now fading as you ran as far away from him.

You knew for a fact that this wouldn't be your last encounter.

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Aaaaaa finally, I finished it! I just hope it's readable and not too ooc lol

[fal-carrington]

On my own [3/??]

Pairing: KamilahxMc

Disclaimer: The characters belongs to PB

Prompt: Love can happen on unexpected occasions, people fall in love when they least expect, bringing feelings that they thought they had buried long ago within themselves. Falling in love with mortals was off Kamilah's to-do list until a certain stubborn mortal emerges and changes the CEO's heart. When Kamilah finally admits being in love, an unexpected event happens, but can love survive death?

A/N: Sorry for taking too long 😪

"I should be working, not wasting my time with you." Kamilah grunted with an ugly face as she stared intently into the rooms of Priya's house.

"Oh my God, Kami. This words are so hurtful, you are going to break my little heart.” Priya said touching her chest as she poured whiskey into two glasses, she saw the menacing expression in Kamilah's brown eyes and giggled.

"Get to the point Lacroix." Kamilah sat on Priya's leather couch, crossing her legs and unbuttoning her suit.

She would never come to Priya's house unless it was an emergency situation. Kamilah looked disapprovedly at Priya's houseboys, who asked if she needed anything as soon as she crossed the door. She was supposed to be working, there was a lot of work waiting for her and she hated wasting her time on futile things, with futile people like Priya.

"So... You and my delicious snack, uh? Do you mind explaining to me how this happened?” She turned with a raised eyebrow as she handed Kamilah a glass.

"Why do you want to know?" Kamilah rolled her eyes.

"Do not look so defensive, Sayeed. I just want to know. When I heard about both of you, I was kind of shocked to tell the truth. I always thought that little human would end up in my bed first rather than yours.” She shrugged.

“So that's about it? Are you jealous? Did you want her to end up in your bed instead of mine?” Kamilah raised an eyebrow.

"Do not get me wrong, but... How can she sleep with you, you do not have the slightest fun, I think I've never seen you smile and a primitive being like you should not be good in bed"

Kamilah rolled her eyes. Her patience was between at one thin line right now.

"In two seconds, I'm going to get up and I'll leave you talking to yourself." She threatened and Priya chuckled as she approached.

"I think Hayley underestimated us all, huh? Who would have thought Kamilah Sayeed the every powerful Queen of New York would end up falling in love with a human.” Priya smiled, her eyes shining with malice.

"What do you want?" Kamilah asked through clenched teeth between controlled breaths. She was losing her temper.

"Ah! We're finally getting there, so let's go to business. You want me to keep my mouth shut, so I want you to do something for me."

"I could kill you and get rid of it." Kamilah smiled for the first time. “Or maybe I could just cut your tongue out.”

"This is not a fun option, Kami. See how I don’t understand? How did Hayley choose you?”

"Right. What you want?" She crossed her arms.

"I want you to sponsor my newest collection of winter clothes. In addition to sponsoring, you will have to attend all the parades and demonstrate your public support for my collection. You can even choose some clothes if you want."

"Absolutely not." Kamilah got up and walked toward the door. She would never give Priya her money or go to those stupid parades.

"Uh, so should I call Adrian and have a little talk with him?" Priya asked behind her, watching her fingernails.

Kamilah stopped halfway, her fists clenched, she turned.

"Our relationship was more than just sex. So much more, she meant the world to me. You have no right to blackmail me."

"You do not have to explain anything to me. I had already noticed that exchange of looks between you two from the beginning."

"Adrian will not know anything. Not for you or for anyone.” Kamilah looked deep into Priya's evil brown eyes. "If you dare open that mouth to say a word to him, I'll kill you."

"So we have a deal? Adrian will not know that you broke the friend code and I get my sponsorship.” Priya gave a smile in response. Kamilah sighed, killing Priya would be so easy, but then it would probably start a war. "Kami? I'm waiting for my answer."

"Whatever you say." Kamilah shrugged.

"How nice! It's great to do business with you, I've always dreamed of a business partnership between us. I think we'll both benefit." Priya smiled, lifting her glass of wine.

"I suppose." Kamilah answered before turning back to the door and leaving. "We have a deal. Now I want to know about Hayley.”

"I tell you what I know about Hayley's death, but first I need an act of faith on your part," Priya said.

"My act of faith is not killing you."

"Right then, Kami. I wait for you on my next fashion week and then we discussed this after" Priya screamed as she heard Kamilah slam the door.

Wednesday 23h30pm

Adrian watched the people around him closely, Kamilah on the other hand, only had eyes for her glass of whiskey.

"It's great, is not it?" Adrian smiled. "Get out of work early, drink a little... Between friends."

"Of course, but I'd rather be in the office, than come to a pub." Kamilah sighed.

"Age is making you grouchy," Adrian teased with a smile.

"I would not doubt that." Kamilah took another sip of her whiskey, feeling the liquid burn in her throat. Priya's words echoed in her head — "I think Hayley underestimated us all, huh? Who would have thought Kamilah Sayeed the every powerful Queen of New York — she knew perfectly well that she was in the hands of that psychopath, but not for long, a plan was being formulated in her mind.

Fashion Week, Saturday.

The limousine stopped, Kamilah watched intently the flashes of photographers reaching into the windows of the car. Her driver got out of the car and went to open the door.

As she got out of the car, paparazzi rushed toward her, reporters had her attention turned solely to her.

Kamilah walked elegantly between them, sliding her black dress across the red carpet.

"Kamilah, do you have a minute?" One of the reports dared to approach her.

"Sure," she replied.

"This is the first time we see the powerful CEO of Ahmanet Financial at a fashion show, we did not know you were friends with Priya Lacroix"

"I would not say we're friends, just think of us as co-workers." Kamilah replied.

"Kami!" Kamilah rolled her eyes as she heard Priya's behind her back. Priya put an arm around Kamilah's shoulders, which shuddered at the touch of it. "I hope you guys do not mind of me stealing my bestie!"

"I'm not—“

"Come!" Priya led her away from the reporters.

"Stop your games, Priya. You know the reason I'm here.” Kamilah pulled Priya's arm off her shoulders. "Do not you dare play with me."

"Chill, my queen. Until the end of the night you will have your answer. Until then, enjoy the night.” Priya winked and walked away.

Kamilah sighed.

At the end of the parade, Kamilah knew where to find Priya. She was backstage, with her back to the vampire queen, leaning against a counter, taking a sip of her old fashioned.

"I knew you'd come for your answer sooner or later, but tell me first. Did you enjoy the show?"

"It was very... Surprising."

"I'll take it as a compliment." Priya smiled, holding out a glass of whiskey to Kamilah, who accepted it. "About your dear Hayley... You asked about the necklace. Yes, it was in the hands of one of the men in my clan, Jerry found him in a poker game at Long Island"

"This does not make any sense. How could have gotten there?” Kamilah put the necklace on the table.

"If you asked me, I would tell you that someone wanted to get rid of him, mislead you. Someone must have found it and stolen it."

"Gaius or Jameson."

"Yes. I would bet Jameson. That poppet"

"But why? She's dead.” Kamilah could not understand, despite everything that had happened, why hide? Why was it so important? "How do you know all this?!"

"Call of intuition"

"I'll kill him even if it's the last thing I do."

Unknown place

It was a dark, dimly lit and dusty place, there was only one window that stood on the ceiling with a little sunshine lighting through it.

There was nothing in that cellar, other than a dirty cell with large iron. Just it.

A girl was leaning against the iron soles, her arms stuck in long, thick chains, her face was dirty, her stomach rumbled, and she was with pain all over her body.

The door finally opened. The only door in that cell, giving way to an Asian man. Jameson.

"Oh, hello. I'm glad you're awake, Hayley.” He said coming over and kneeling on the other side of the iron cell.

[givemeuniversalcrossovers]

The movie ain't even out yet but I'm here thinking about it Sonic gets a threquel, lot of writing under cut this is mainly how I get through work

please god give me Amy Rose, BUT I want her to be Stones daughter like, I want Amy to find sad sad pathetic little sad stone after robotnik fucks off and breaks his heart again (seriously robotnik like, Highkey hate the fact he just,,,, let's Knuckles crush Stones hand in the trailer? Like what the fuck dude and just sips coffee all sassy like, like???? That's your assistant he doesn't know why the fuck would you let him get hurt and not just go no not a space porcupine my dear Stone I believe he's an echidna, boom saves knuckles being pissy and they get respective handshake.) but anyways she's like hey what's up. And stones back of his mind is like another hedgehog??? Keep for robotnik maybe then he'll respect me. But then him and Amy bond cause she's like hey don't waste your energy on a boy he's not worth it come on get up dust down your jacket *pat pat*. Essentially just gives him girl advice like if he's not kind and loyal to you now he ain't SHIT dump his ass!! And Stone slowly picks his life back up, especially if he got abandoned in sonic world but Amy took him back but stayed due to Intel like oh stay there just in case, so he reopens his lil coffee shop and Amy works with him, (sonic and Tom high key keeping an eye on him 24/7 cause he sus), and I think it'd be really cool if Stone maybe had some robotnik tech and was able to work on it and engineer it and shit cause let Stone be a lil clever, and make a fake emerald for powering his shop cause electricity exponsive so why not use ur exes governmental funded tech and alien power to make a fake energy source. Cue the gang investigating, shenanigans of them trying do a break in robbery to get the emerald thinking it's stolen, maybe have a bit of Rogue too she wants the emerald but end of the day it's fake and needs recharging every day and it's a bit shit but powers his shop so he can keep it lmao (I like the idea of them calling it Emmy the emerald (stones can name inanimate object as a treat) just cause I imagine the emerald is treated very well as it's a good lil power source and it'd be funny if Emmy became a sentient emerald powered robot by end of the movie through rogue ai and alien powers like ah yes I am Emmy, Emerald, Machine mechanical?? Yunit :D Emmy! Like baby (robotnik better keep his mouth shut about her name and keep his mitts off her that's stones second daughter))

And he has a goth part timer as all coffee shops do she's there for her check and tired but is really friendly to Amy and they're friends with her taking Amy out to see the local teen hanging spots as Amy's probably like,,, 17? So gets to hang out with the cool emo goth kids at the skating skate board park thing cause woo hanging out in public spaces listening to music, maybe she learns to roller blade there so Amy can have a lil speed around as a treat, and the coworker teaches Amy about hair dye and like dyes her quills as per request letting Amy experiment with color giving her dark quills cause aesthetic and its like woah you're like not Amy you're like dark Amy. And she's just "a hahaha I am Damy!" just mostly dorking of socialising one of the part timers friends is like woah chills man I wouldn't wanna fight u, just they're dorks. Stones is crying and taking pictures of his lil girl experimenting and takes her and the part timer on a shopping trip cause let's be real, the goth is also his daughter and enjoys escaping her home life to work cause Stones genuinely cares about her ya know and just it sweet he has a found family, and his found family is so much stronger than you robotnik!

Also Amy's quills glowing pink sparkling and boom hammer summon and toss very powerful. Also no romance she kinda sees sonic as a bother as him and Tom try to find dirt on Stones and she's just there like can I get you anything or will you just be sat here chatting up ways to try to arrest my boss for something. Sonic is like *long ass complicated coffee order* and Tom is like No. Cause sonic and coffee? Nah no u don't kiddo. Sonic maybe tries to impress Amy a lil only cause he's tryna distract her and also learn how to make coffee but he's shit at it cause it requires time and patience and sonic just, he can't handle that one bit nah and he does get a bit frustrated and wants to genuinely make a coffee that she'll say it okay, he needs his ego fix, but that's like the most content you'll get for SonAmy cause I'm not here for it really they're just friends.

Amy and part timer also lie face down on the floor in her room in the renovated attic of the building listening to dark music, and also the meme song carameldansen? Cause I'm here for memes in my movie

Rogue ends up working at the coffee store after stealing the emerald cause like lmso she had to return it it powered down at least this way she can see it working and she can mess with knuckles, also free coffee and I feel she has a fav drink there. Her and goth talk fashion and makeup.

The shop is called Stone and Roses cause ahaha it mixes their last names

Stones comes out of a break up with nothing year later he's got 3 daughters and a Rogue and like good for him

Tails is allowed on girls night with the 4 girls cause he asks nicely to come, Sonic ain't allowed cause he called it lame and Knuckles could probably go but they know him and Rogue would argue

Tom pats Stones shoulder as the gang walk off to go be kids have fun and play when the dangers gone, off to the park or something, and tells him he did good cause stones deserves compliment. Stones is unofficial adopted by them lmao an adult friend.

[imaginedanganronpa]

Hello there! It's always nice to see another Danganronpa blog around, I'm sure excited for more of your writing! ^^ If it isn't a bother, may I ask for ndrv3 guys as a yandere? Though, it's perfectly fine if you're not comfortable with this ask, feel free to turn it down if you want to! Also, I wish you the best of luck with this blog!

Thank you so much! I won’t turn it away, and I appreciate all of the kind words! Please enjoy! I tried my best.

V3 Yandere Boys 

Note: Violence and mentions of blood/death under the cut.

Saihara Shuichi

He seemed innocent enough, at first. He appeared to be gentle and kind. Normally, he was very shy around most people but whenever he saw you, he’d do whatever it takes to get to you.

When he’d be around you, though, is when he’d start to shy away and hide his face under his hat whilst dropping his head.

He never quite knew what to say to you. Most of the time, instead of speaking to you, he’d admire you from a distance. He also liked to communicate from a distance as well, smiling at you from across the room, passing notes, or waving at you from the end of the hall.

It didn’t start to bother you until he started taking pictures.

He was discreet about it at first and it slipped under your radar more than once. This made you wonder how many photos did he have saved that you didn’t even know existed? Saihara would hide his phone in his sleeve and press the button on the side to take a photo, then store it away back in his sleeve. 

This only lasted for a short time. He got more and more blatantly obvious about it as time went on, eventually he stopped taking the time to even hide his phone and sometimes posted the pictures he took onto social media, with his captions saying how attractive you looked and how much he loved you with hearts and kissing faces.

Through social media, he also discovered that you had feelings for someone else.

How could you do this to him? Didn’t you know how much he loved you?

Saihara would not accept this. He did all his research, extensively tracking this boy from your school. How long had you loved him?

It didn’t bother you until your crush stopped coming to school for a few days, which turned into weeks. He was filed as a missing person. You came to him and asked if he could use his Ultimate talent to find them, which only made him angry. You shouldn’t care about someone like that..!

Of course, luckily for Saihara, he was a detective and knew exactly what the police would be looking for, which made hiding the body a breeze.

He mentioned that very briefly and nonchalantly once, which sent chills all over your back and goosebumps down your arms. You didn’t fully understand what he was capable of, but it’s okay, because Saihara knew there was no one else standing in between you two, and would make sure it stays that way.

Ouma Kokichi

He didn’t get crushes often, nor did he ever feel the way he did about you. Something about you was different, though. The way your hair bounced and flowed behind you, the way you walked, the way your eyes shine in the sunlight.

Everything about you was breathtaking, and from the day he met you, he knew he needed to talk to you. He craved to make you his, and more importantly, he craved you.

He asked everyone who came in contact with you all about you, did his research online, and everything he could to learn every last detail there was to know. He went to extreme measures to find your old accounts on all forms of social media, and he wouldn’t be stopped by any means.

He liked to claim what he felt was his, so when he went around the school telling everyone how much he loved you and that you belonged to him, no one was particularly surprised. Those who questioned or corrected him would be met with fists and screams in their face.

“How could you EVER question mine and (S/O)-Chan’s love?!”

First, he got close with your classmates, and then your friends, and then he made his way to you.

When he finally started speaking to you, his heart felt like it was going to burst and he could hardly contain himself. You began to see him everywhere you went, whether he was invited or not, and whether you told him your whereabouts or not. He was always there.

He monitored your friends and made sure you stayed loyal to him. Eventually, that wasn’t enough, and he grew fiercely jealous of your friend group.

They’ve known you for so much longer, got to have so many experiences and made memories with you by now. They were so selfish, they’ve had enough time spent with you and it was his turn now. You were his, after all, in his mind at least. He was a leader, he knew how to control people.He’d discovered a party you decided to throw with only you and your group of close-knit friends, but none of them showed up. In fact, none of them had answered any of your texts either.Your doorbell rang and you sprang up, knowing it had to be one of them. Maybe they just wanted to scare you and they were going to show up later. But… when you opened the door, it was just the face of the boy who you noticed had been following you around town. Even more shocking was the fact that he was covered in blood.

Rantaro Amami

He was a naturally cool-headed person and it was easy for him to dismiss his true emotions. That all changed, though, the day he laid eyes on you.

No one has ever managed to make him sweat and his heart to race, he could feel each and every single one of its beats hitting the inside of his chest and echoing throughout his body.

He could easily approach you and did his best to not stutter. The way you talked, the way you moved your hands and brushed past him all made him even more giddy. He wished he wasn’t acting too strange and that you wouldn’t think he’s weird.

You began to see him in places you shouldn’t. Like, he’d coincidentally meet you in a grocery store, or in classes you didn’t have together. It only got alarming when you saw him on a walk once, in your neighborhood. You asked if he lived close by, and his face turned pale and his hands were shaking, butt he forced out a “Y-yes…”

You could tell when he was lying. If so, why was he in your neighborhood? There were so many coincidences all close together with him, it was a little bit strange.

Secretly, he only wanted to spend time with you. He loved you, and he knew you loved him back. It could be considered an unhealthy obsession, but he didn’t care, he’d never loved someone so hard.

He cut out your yearbook photo and blew it up, lighting candles around it and making a shrine in his bedroom. He also began collecting things. A pencil you’d lend him, the wrapper of the gum that you chewed, he even stole one of your bracelets that you sat on your desk very briefly, stealing it away from you when you weren’t looking.

He cared so deeply about you.

That’s why he got intense and angry when you opened up to him and told him you didn’t feel that way about him.

He tensed and he didn’t want to scream at you or hurt you, but it only got worse when you told him how you were already seeing someone else. The way he said, “Who?!” was a little bit frightening because this wasn’t the calm Amami you knew.

Then, he insisted that he’d ‘take care of this.’ Which, you had no clue what that meant, but you couldn’t stop him when he stormed off.

The next time you saw him, he’d been carrying around something behind his back and walking along the wall. You couldn’t see it, but you thought it could be a kitchen knife. Why was he carrying a knife?

It made a little bit more sense when the boy you were interested in ended up in a ditch.

Kiibo

He had no idea he could even feel this way, he was a robot and that should be impossible, robots don’t feel emotions. Certainly not ones as strong as what he was feeling right now.

The robotic equivalent to blushing was their systems overheating, and his entire body felt as hot as fire. It was a strange thing, something he thought he’d never have to feel and yet, here he was.

He doesn’t realize that it’s a romantic feeling at first, since he’s not used to these types of emotions. It takes him a while to begin to obsess over you as well.

More than once he caused himself to crash just from excitement or nervousness when he was around you. It got to the point where you had to tell him to cool down and relax, which hurt just a little bit. But, at least you were talking to him.

Since he’s a robot, he doesn’t feel many emotions. Due to this, he has no shame in pushing himself into your daily life. It seemed innocent at first. Little did you know, he used his body to record you while he spoke with you and he’d re-watch the videos from that day over and over again, until he could memorize what was said and done perfectly.

He’d take pictures and store them in his hard drive, so he always had them in the back of his mind and could keep a literal mental image of you with him forever. He never got embarrassed so he had no issue joining you whenever you were with someone else, and he always came between you and your friends.

Jealousy was another emotion that he didn’t think robots could feel.

Eventually, though, the people you hung out with started to tell him to leave you two alone. This pissed him off, and he would screech and fight, and get in their face, insisting that that was discrimination and that he just wanted to spend time with the person he loved.

These people were taking you away from him, and he wouldn’t stand for it. He began to get hot again and he’d plotted his way to keep you to himself for months now. There was no way he’d let his love get stolen away

People underestimate the brute strength of robots. He may look and act innocent, but Kiibo is extremely strong, and he proved his strength to everyone who ever told him to leave you alone. They found out by ending up crushed to death in an alley somewhere, and when the news broke to you, he was always there to comfort you.

Their deaths were always ruled as accidents. Kiibo was the only one who knew that it wasn’t an accident at all, but being your shoulder to cry on made him feel more fulfilled than ever before. He finally had you to himself.

Kaito Momota

You’re the only person to ever make him feel less confident than what he actually is. Around you, his hands got clammy and he stuttered like no other, he couldn’t handle himself and he fumbled over his words.

Even before speaking to you, he already felt responsible and wanted to protect you no matter what. He’d go to any length it took to make sure you were safe.

He would follow you everywhere you went, always saying he was just being a watchful eye. He always monitored your actions and closely examined everyone you interacted with. When he did get close to you and speak to you, he played himself off as a confident and flirty guy who was interested in you.

In reality, he was breaking down on the inside, and it was so much more than just an interest in you. He was absolutely head over heels for you and wanted to always be with you, and to love you for the rest of his life.

That’s why, when he got a bad feeling about someone, he insisted that they weren’t good for you and that you should leave them out of your life. It was always for your best, wasn’t it? 

He was only looking out for you.

When the people he warned you about started to vanish, you just assumed that they got tired of you, and that Kaito was right. 

He always acted like an overprotective older brother.

You had no idea that he built a basement into his house and was keeping those whom he told you to stop associating yourself with locked down there. It got a little suspicious when they stopped coming to school, and when you brought it up to him, he simply avoided the comments or told you he had no idea what could have happened to him.

It was very obvious that he was hiding something, but he kept a neutral and relaxed face, which only made him difficult to read. However, he it was as if he forgot about all of them. He no longer reacted to their names being said, and you had no idea how he could just forget about the people he was threatening just a few weeks ago, as if they never even existed.

Regardless, it made you depressed that your friends stopped hanging out with you. Kaito offered to cheer you up, take you out and try to lift your spirits. He also gave you his jacket to keep, to remind you of him, so you could always have it to make you smile when you were upset.

The jacket had dried blood on it.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

His love didn’t come out of nowhere, nor did it develop right away. He was intrigued and astonished by the way you moved, the sound of your voice and your laugh. The first time he heard you laugh, his heart started racing and he felt himself tremble. Goosebumps rose all over his body.

He was always fascinated by humans, but this was an entirely different level. You single handedly put the rest of the human race to shame.

For a while, he kept his distance. He found out your name, which became the name that he would always hear in his dreams. He kept a journal where he wrote your name in the corners of the pages and kept a track of your daily activities. He always wrote what you were wearing, looked like, did, and said that day, so he would never forget.

All of his studies on humans turned towards you, he even began drawing you, and he wasn’t truly an artist. Your charm was too much for him to handle and he fell in love.

He kept himself calm and didn’t reveal his true obsessive side to you, acting laid back and relaxed. He walked alongside you swiftly and his voice sounded like butter, but it was all part  of his act.

Something about him, though, always seemed a little bit off. Like, he stared at you too intensely and he had a sort of piercing gaze that cut through you. The things he said felt a bit too forceful. Never aggressively, but they were definitely… off.

It scared you a bit. Every time you looked over, he seemed to be staring at you. While most people would turn away and stop, he would keep looking at you when you caught him. Sometimes, he’d wave.

You knew he liked you, you simply didn’t know the extent of it. How he pinned his drawings of you into the wall and now had journals full of writings about you. However, you didn’t know how to break it to him that you were already seeing someone else.

But, he found out. Oh, he’s known for a long time now. He’s been plotting to make you his for as long as he can remember. It’s no surprise that when you found your partner’s body, dead inside your home, with blood covering the walls and candles being the only thing lighting the room, you screamed.

Then, an all too familiar voice emerged from a dark corner of your room, and suddenly the boy who has been staring at you every day for months now was in front of you, consoling you and admitting to his crimes.

He couldn’t contain himself. Truly, he didn’t want it to get as messy as it did, but he wasn’t expecting them to fight back like they did. He didn’t mind. All that was important is that you were his now.

Gonta Gokuhara

The thing you loved about Gonta was his standards. He was always so kind to everyone he met and he valued being a gentleman, it wad admirable.

You never thought twice when he held the door for you, or complimented you, or asked to walk you to and from your destinations. You always figured he was just being sweet, but it was something much darker than that.

Ever since he first laid eyes on you, Gonta hasn’t been able to truly contain himself, and his more primal urges have been rising since. He spent so much time with you and always assisted you throughout your day, not because he was being a gentleman, but because he was trying to manipulate you and force you into his life.

Being a gentleman went completely out the window with him once he begun to obsess over you.

He was charming and kind and everyone figured he was a soft hearted individual. No one expects him to keep pictures of you hanging along his walls, for him to write poems and collect trash you leave behind after you eat or things you leave behind. He’s even gone so far as to make a shrine for you.

In his mind, you love him back just as much as he loves you, and you know how deeply he cares. It isn’t like that at all, though. You weren’t interested in a relationship with anyone at the moment, and he couldn’t seem to accept that.

In Gonta’s mind, he pretended like you two were together. That’s why he’d go out of his way to act like your partner, because mentally, he told himself that he was.

His childhood primal instincts kicked in when you began to spend more time with your friends than you did with him. He felt abandoned, because the person he loved was leaving him out and giving him the cold shoulder.

This made him very angry.

He got angry with you, and that never happened. When you two were alone, he grabbed your shoulders and pinned you back, getting in your face and barking about how, “You need to spend more time with me! Gonta only wants you to love him like you do them. You are mine.”

It terrified you, because you’d never seen him act like this. You had no idea how scary he could be, or how violent he could get. He was a big guy, but you always thought he was just a gentle giant.

You began to distance yourself from him more, avoiding him out of fear of him hurting you. Little did you know, he’d already started hurting your friends, going through them one by one and ridding them from your life. How dare they try to steal you away from him?

Don’t you dare get close to (S/O). That’s what happens when you begin to ignore Gonta.

Ryoma Hoshi

His whole motto is to stay away from him and for people to not get close. That’s because he knows he’s dangerous, and people don’t seem to realize that. He refuses to involve himself romantically with anyone because he knows the consequences that can come of that.

But… then again, he’s never felt what he feels when he’s with you.

It’s hard for him to stay away from you. Even when he tries not to, he’s thinking about you 24/7. You have no idea what his past is like, and if you did, he knows you’d be afraid of him.

He couldn’t have that.

He needed you in his life. It wasn’t just a simple want. He craved you, and he’d do whatever it takes to have you.

Even little pieces of you. Locks of hair, dropped pieces of fabric or accessories, he held them all close to his heart. Hoshi dreamed of what it would be like to hold you close many times, and he knew he’d be able to protect you better than anyone else ever could.

All he needed was for you to be his forever.

You found him to be a little strange. He couldn’t form thoughts straight and he didn’t have any friends, so what was so special about you? Why did he want to be a part of your life so badly?

In a way, you were flattered, but every time you felt like someone was watching your back, you were always met with his serious and intense gaze. It was a little startling. He seemed to be around every corner and his voice made you jump sometimes when he spoke to you out of turn.

You had a lot of friends, and you began to develop feelings for one of them. Hoshi noticed you looking at them the same way he looks at you, and that made him very… upset. That isn’t something he can allow to happen.

You loved him, and he loved you, and nothing would change that. Scratch that, no one would change that.

His past was riddled with dark things. He’s killed people before, and he wasn’t afraid to do it again. Sure, he’s never killed in the name of love, but you were worth it. That’s what love is right? Dying for someone, having someone die for you. He was only protecting you.

He wasn’t so discreet. He was never messy when he killed, and he was always careful, but he slipped up and you saw him dragging the body away and dumping them on the side of the road.

You screamed, and his heart sank. This couldn’t happen… he couldn’t lose you. He did his best to calm you down, but nothing seemed to work.

He thought that this is what love was.

- Mod Rantaro