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eating the fruits of his labor 💪
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 5 all chapters
-You take him home, and you can't help but stare in awe as you go through the gate. The Wick residence is quite the cabin-style manse, a behemoth in dark painted wood and stone and massive mirrored windows.
“Do you...want to come in?” he offers as you park in the circle drive. “Dog would love to see you.”
You look at him, not sure if that is code for he would like you to spend more time with him. It’s so hard to read this man. It doesn't seem like he's hitting on you though. Just…being nice? You know he must be lonely, and you truly have nothing better to do.
“Ok. I can stay for a little while.”
The mudroom leads into the kitchen, which is dark cabinets and black marble countertops. Dog trots up to you immediately upon entrance, snoofing your outreached hands and leaning heavily on your legs. “Hi sweetie,” you say, scratching his side.
“How about a snack?” John offers, opening the refrigerator. “I’m always hungry after a hike.”
“Okay.”
“Want some coffee? Tea?”
“I can make it, if you show me where your stuff is.”
“No, it’s your day off. Let me take care of you. You always take care of me.”
You're a little dumbfounded, standing in this man’s kitchen who by his own admission, you barely know. Never once have you been invited by any of the wealthy visitors from the coffee shop into their homes. Why would you be?
You aware again of how he towers over you. It makes your very bones weak, when he looks down at you with those shining dark eyes. He does not look away from you, holding your gaze. You don't know why, but you feel a little like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.
“Have a seat,” he directs, nodding towards a leather-upholstered stool at the island.
“Ok...”
You are not used to being taken care of. You’ve been on your own for so long.
You feel a little out of place, and cautiously slide up onto the stool, looking around. It’s an open plan, you can see into the recessed living room with its cavernous ceiling. The house is painted in dark shades, masculine, but very stylish. It's classy but comfortable, with large windows to let in the light and the natural beauty from outside.
Then you watch with more than a little fascination as John sets up a kettle and a French press, then starts putting together a little charcuterie spread on a wooden board. His hands are poetry in motion, and like when he’d helped you with your burn, you cannot look away. He slices artisan sausage and cheese, expensive locally crafted treats from the grocer you can never afford on your ramen budget. They look delicious.
You feel like quite the honored guest. The kitchen fills with the heavenly scent of coffee as he pours the hot water into the carafe, and you relax slightly.
“You didn’t have to do all this for me, Mr. Wick,” you say as the selection on the charcuterie board expands to sliced apple and herby crackers, still a bit mortified.
“Call me John,” he insists, looking at you through his hair. Your heart does an extra hard tha-thump in your chest. “And it’s my pleasure, really.”
With sundries in tow you go to the living room, where there are soft leather couches and a rustic walnut wood coffee table. He turns on the gas fireplace, lending the room a warm glow. You notice there are bookshelves flanking the fireplace that rise almost to the ceiling, completely full. This place is incredibly cozy, and as you settle into the cushion you regret already that you’ll have to leave.
Dog clambers up on the couch with you, practically climbing into your lap. You laugh, hugging the affectionate canine as he licks your face, but John gives him a funny look.
“Is he not allowed on the couch?” you ask, feeling sheepish.
“Not usually, but I'll let it slide.” He says it with a slight smile, looking at the animal bemusedly. “It's not often we have company.”
Dog offers a canine smile, undoubtedly well aware that he is getting away with something this special day.
You take a sip of your coffee, and sigh. This is the good stuff. “God. You make better coffee than I do. Why do you even bother to come into the shop when you could just stay here all day?” You could just sit and read in this room for hours, you reckon. Look out the window. Watch the fire, and forget the outside world even exists.
“The shop has its perks,” he says quietly, looking at you out the corner of his eye. As usual, you're not sure if he's talking in double speak. In the end you decide it’s all in your head, and you relax a little more.
After snacking on tasty tidbits and sipping a bit more brew, you look around more. A wrought iron staircase leads up to a landing. You can tell the house sprawls a long way further back than just what you can see. Before you can stop yourself you blurt out, “Do you really live here all alone?”
You’ve never noticed a wedding ring, but then, he’s missingthe appropriate finger.
“Yes.” He looks off into the fire. “I was married once, but she passed away.”
Shit. You and your big fucking mouth.
“Oh. I'm so sorry.”
“Thanks. It seems like it was a lifetime ago now.” He frowns, clearly still deeply pained about it, and you feel so terrible for bringing it up. But sometimes once the scab is open, it's best to remember something good.
“What was her name?”
“Helen.”
“How pretty.”
“Yes. She was...a lovely woman.”
“What was she like?”
He smiles then. It's slight, and completely to himself. But you feel some validation in your train of inquiry. “She was smart, and funny, and she lit up any room she walked into.”
His total opposite, it sounded like. There’s a reason opposites attract, to make a whole.
He sighs, a forlorn sound that squeezes your heart. “And, I loved her with all my heart.”
“What a lucky woman,” you say before you can stop yourself.
You absolutely feel the weight of the sidelong look he pays you this time.
“We had some luck, before she was diagnosed. But when you love someone like that...eternity wouldn't be long enough.”
You're not sure why there are tears in your eyes for someone you never met.
“I wouldn't know,” you admit.
No one has ever loved you so much.
“You're young yet. You will, someday.” You can still feel him looking at you, out the corner of your eye. His gaze has such weight to it, a heady, heavy thing that is like a hand on your skin.
“I’m not sure I want to,” you admit frankly. “It sounds…terrifying.”
“It is,” he agrees. “But when it hits you...you don't really get a choice.”
Before you can think of an answer to that, somewhere in the house a phone rings. With a little frown John gets up to answer it. “Make yourself at home,” he tells you. It sounds a bit like an order.
You take an impossibly soft blanket and drape it over you and dog, snuggling up in the cozy warmth. You don’t really mean to fall asleep, but you close your eyes, and you ae done for.
You dream that someone is gently touching your face, tracing the curve of your cheek ever so lightly.
You only wake up when there's a small noise, and you find John cleaning up what's left of the charcuterie board.
“Sorry,” he whispers, glaring down at the cheese knife that dared roll off onto the table.
That he would apologize to you, when you're the one who fell asleep in his house, is pretty absurd.
You sit up a little. The weight of dog has made one of your legs go numb.
“I'm sorry,” you counter. You are mortified as you wonder if you were snoring. Waking up early for your shift at the coffee house tires you out so badly. It can be hard to have a real life, when you wake up at four in the morning. “I didn't mean to doze. It's so warm and comfortable here.”
He frowns again, but you don’t realize it’s because he’s wondering if you are warm and comfortable in your own tiny apartment. He holds up a hand when he sees you struggling to get free of the blanket.
“It's alright. Stay as long as you like.”
He takes what little is left of the sundries back into the kitchen.
You manage to get up, and stretch, reawakening your limbs. You join him in the kitchen. The sun is hanging low in the sky. It will be dark soon. You have sooo overstayed your welcome, or so you think.
“You might as well stay for dinner now,” John says. As usual, you can't really tell if he's joking.
He’s not, in fact, but he is being careful about how he handles this delicate thing between you. Seeing you snoozing contentedly on his couch with his dog moved him to his toes, and the notion of keeping you there with him is becoming harder and harder to resist.
It would be so easy, he thinks, just to keep you.
Fat snowflakes have started to fall outside.
“I think I've imposed on you enough for one day. Thank you, this was nice.”
He looks out at the snow, which is falling even more heavily now.
“Sure you want to go out in this?”
“Right now? Yes. In two hours, probably not.”
He nods at that, seeming to think on something. “Will you...text me that you've gotten home safe?”
You are finding out that this outwardly stone-faced man has a protective steak that is totally endearing. You never would have guessed from his prickly exterior.
“Sure. What's your number?”
He tells you, and you punch it into your phone. “Alright. See you later, Mr. Wick.”
He doesn't correct you, and is it just you, or do his pupils dilate when you call him that?
Hard to tell, with eyes so dark as his.
There is a pregnant moment between you, in which you wonder if you should offer him a hug, or if that would totally ruin the balance of your companionship. You briefly wonder what he would do if you stood on tiptoe, steadied yourself with a hand on that muscular chest, and kissed him on the cheek, before you decide you need to go.
Later you text him a funny string of emojis involving a house, snowflakes, the wide-eyed smiley, and a penguin, imagining how they would make him scrunch up his brow.
Does this mean you're home safe?
Yes, Mr. Wick.
Glad to hear it. Good night, y/n.
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comfort - fushiguro megumi
megumi x reader
I wrote this on Wattpad for someone else, but I modified it so that it would fit Megumi. It was probably one of my favourite pieces I have written, so I thought I would post it here as well.
Summary: sometimes Megumi has bad days and he needs you to feel better.
TW: anxiety, self-consciousness, impostor syndrome. Please do not read if any of those topics make you uncomfortable!
You woke up to your boyfriend holding you tighter to his chest than he usually did. He liked showing his affection with hugs and cuddles when the two of you were alone in the safety of his dorm room, but that morning his touch seemed different - it was desperate. You figured something must have been wrong. You tried turning around in his embrace so that you could be face-to-face with him, but his grip around your torso got even stronger, not allowing you to move.
"Everything alright, Gumi?" you whispered softly.
"No." he answered quietly, his voice breaking slightly. He buried his face even deeper into the crook of your neck, trying to hide from the cruel world he lived in. You carefully took one of his hands into yours and slowly started stroking it in an attempt to calm him a bit. He sighed and his grip on your waist lightened and you didn't hesitate to turn around, looking him in his green eyes. They were glassy, but dull at the same time, the usual sparkle missing from them.
"Oh, pretty boy." you whispered worriedly "What happened?"
"Nothing, I just don't feel so good..." he answered quietly. He buried his face into your chest, he was too embarrassed to look you in the eyes. You knew Megumi wasn't hurting physically. He was fit, took a million vitamins daily, he had a healthy diet. You knew he wasn't feeling good mentally. He was always a perfectionist, he wanted to be a good person, a good Jujutsu Sorcerer. He kept being too hard on himself, especially when something didn't go the way he wanted it to. The fact that Yuji seemed to have surpassed him so easily made him even harsher about his abilities and his progress, or in his opinion, the lack of such.
"Megumi, you don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to, but I want you to know that I am here for you. We can stay in bed all day cuddling in silence if that's what you would want, okay?"
The boy nodded silently and your hands found their way into his hair as you started stroking the unruly dark strands lovingly. You could feel the stiffness leaving his shoulders as he calmed down slightly. You didn't know how much time had passed, but you were glad to notice that he fell back asleep as soft snores started leaving his slightly open lips.
Your phone went off on the nightstand and you read Gojo's message. He asked why the two of you weren't in class and you didn't hesitate to explain the situation at hand. Despite being the most childish person you have ever met, Gojo understood how Megumi's mental health sometimes got the best of him, so he gave you the green light to skip classes for the day, he even canceled them, knowing that the raven-haired boy would feel bad about missing school later.
"Baby, who are you texting?" the boy asked shyly, his voice laced with tiredness.
"Just Gojo-sensei. He canceled all of our classes for today, something came up." you answered, leaving a soft kiss on the top of his head "Are you hungry, Gumi?"
The boy shook his head no and you tried soothing away some loose strands of dark hair that were covering his pretty eyes.
"I can order some ramen if you want, Gumi. That way we don't have to leave the room at all." you said, knowing that he must have been starving, but he probably didn't want to be around people when he wasn't feeling the best.
"Okay, I would like that." he said, his sad features turning a bit lighter "I love you." he whispered shyly. At this point, he was feeling so bad about himself, he wasn't sure whether you would still reciprocate the feeling.
"I love you too, beautiful."
"Please, don't call me that..." he said, his voice breaking slightly.
"Why not? You're beautiful, Gumi, both on the inside and the outside." you said, almost offendedly "You're eyes are the prettiest I have ever seen, your eyelashes are so long and curly no mascara ad could do them justice, your hair is soft and always smells good, your body is hot as fuck. And don't even get me started on that heart of yours, the loyalty you never fail to show me and your friends. You are the most reliable person I know, you are intelligent and always ready to help the people you think are deserving of it. You always prioritize other people's well-being over yours and your presence is calming in every room you walk into. I know sometimes it's hard to get out of your own head, Megumi, but please believe me, your friends, and Gojo-sensei when we tell you, that you are amazing and you deserve the best this world could give."
The boy's eyes filled with tears of joy upon hearing the soothing words leaving your pretty lips and he observed the glint of seriousness in your eyes. He knew you were telling the truth, everything you said about him moments ago you believed.
"Thank you." he said softly, leaving a small kiss on your lips.
"Of course, Gumi! I told you before, you deserve the best."
"I already got the best." he said with a small smile on his face and you giggled because of his corniness. He kissed you again, this time a bit longer as he savoured the taste of your lips.
Megumi sure had bad days, but it didn't matter how cloudy and dark those days seemed, he knew you were there to illuminate his life.
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Crow x Reader SFW Relationship Alphabet
So, I tried my best with this one, I hope you enjoy it. sorry if its a little OOC. i love crow but he's a character I've not had much exposure to. its also not been massively proof read but either way I hope you all enjoy! (I've yet to add the links to the lore books but when its not 11pm I will!)
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
At first crow is a bit hesitant with affection. What if he did it wrong? What if he was too much? What if you realised you didn’t like him? This led to a rather frustrating lack of communication with crow hesitant to initiate affection and you pulling back slightly thinking his lack of affection was in response to being overwhelmed by your own actions. After it reaches its peak you both sit down and clear the air. Crow gets things off his chest and realises you more than welcome any affection he wants to give.
At first its secretive, shy. More cuddles and kisses when you’re both relaxing in your apartment. He’ll makes you tea or coffee on cold mornings before heading out, draw you baths when you get back covered in dirt, sweat and something he frankly daren’t ask about. His affection is soft and warm.
Eventually he’ll feel comfortable enough to show a little more affection outside your little slice of privacy. His Pinky will find yours, linking them as you listen to one of Osiris’s lectures, he’ll place a hand on the small of your back, thumb making soft soothing circles.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
His mind is in two sorts. One side shies away, best case scenario guardians would be polite, but he could see the slight contempt for him in their eyes, especially the hunters. The other side, the side desperate for connection with someone, anyone, wants to reach out to you. Its this side that wins when you and crow are paired up on a routine patrol in the dreaming city to some more dangerous areas infested with taken. When he isn’t treated to the usual harshness, the malicious and reluctant compliance with being paired with him, he relaxes a little. Glints incessant chatter in his ear about how nice you were and how he should ask to do something with you in the tower, or talk to you more, or even just smile at you a little more.
To his surprise after the patrol, you offer to take him out to the ramen joint and, after getting over his surprise, he agrees and it blossoms from there.
You’re both very close, attached at the hip and rarely going on missions and patrols without one another. He’s a very protective and considerate friend. Zavala, Osiris, and a few others had shown him forgiveness and understanding but none like you. You truly cared. He’s the first to speak up if he feels the vanguard are putting too much on you and taking advantage of your willingness to help.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
This touch starved man is desperate for anything he can get.
Crows first touch from a guardian was a female titan who had spotted him as he took his first steps into the world of guardians. She proceeded to snap his collar bone and crush his pelvis with a flaming hammer and left him to die there from internal haemorrhaging. After that he decided to cover his face and very rarely sought out the touch of other guardians.
Then came you.
he trusted you enough to sleep near you, let you touch him, knowing you wouldn’t hurt him. You would sit by the campfire, leant against one another, and slowly sink into a peaceful albite short slumber.
After you and crow get closer as friends and something more, you would both find solace in each other’s arms, whether it was after a particularly harrowing mission, loss of a friend or simply a bad day full of minor inconveniences.
After you start dating, he’s so cuddly. In your apartment, he’s all over you. Cooking? he’s there behind you, arms round your waist. Laundry? Same deal. In bed? You don’t need that weighted blanket anymore, you have an awoken male shaped pillow on top of you. He’s very fond of how your fingers gently trace the swirls of light on his face as he relaxes into you.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Crow knows the possibility of being able to settle down is slim to none. Theres always a new threat, a new enemy but he can dream.
This man can’t cook to save his life. He can make edible meals but cook something and make it taste good on purpose, not so much. He puts effort into other things though, always helping out with the chores when you’ve both got the time to do them. Being house proud tends to come second to being a guardian out in the field.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I honestly can’t see crow leaving you unless you did something heinous that he just can’t forgive. If he did it would be face to face after convincing from Osiris and saint or glint. When he does see you, you have to coax what he’s trying to say out of him because he’s just that nervous. And if you cry? That’ll just break him.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Crow is very quick to commit. As soon as he knows that you both have the same feelings for one another and that he can trust you, he will never stray from your side. Unlike Cayde who would promise to marry you when everything dies down, crow is the opposite. Nothing big or lavish and he’ll try his best to get a nice ring, but he would want everyone to know and to have that promise and commitment. A small ceremony consisting of very close friends, probably officiated by Mara, Zavala or Osiris takes place in the courtyard at dusk as the sun is setting.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Emotionally, crow is very aware. After years of picking up the subtle glares, veiled threats and reading between the lines crow is very in tuned to other people’s emotions, especially yours. He knows when your calm face remains so but your fists client and jaw sets that your moments away from punching the next annoyance that passes you, he notices the tiredness in your eyes no matter how hard you try to hide it and he always notices the glassiness in your gaze as you fight back tears. And he always knows how to help. A calming hand, a warm embrace, a hot drink, and a blanket. He’ll never dismiss your feelings.
Physically, crow is equally as gentle. Uldrens hands were tools of death, Deaths of many and he wants to be anything but that. When touching you he’s always gentle, he treats you with reverences, like you’re the most precious thing he’s held and to him its true.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
This is pretty much covered in the cuddles section. At first, he was a little adverse to touch but after you hug him out of sheer relief he was addicted and realised what he had been missing out.
Crows’ coms had gone down mid mission while the pair of you had been separated during a high-risk mission. No matter what you had tried you couldn’t establish a connection. You reach the exfil point and…. nothing. he wasn’t there. You waited and just as you were about to go and look for him, he emerges looking worse for wear, armour muddied, cloak torn a little at the edges and panting. You didn’t give it a second thought you surge forward, wrapping your arms around him, telling him how worried you were. He freezes but with a little encouragement from glint he relaxes and returns the hug.
Crows’ hugs are gentle but firm, holding you close as he buries his face into your hair or the side of your neck. Nine times out of ten you will have to be the one to end the hug or you’ll be there a long time.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Crow would be the first to say it. Hed take you somewhere scenic, you’d have been dancing round one another’s feeling for a while. He’s a fumbling mess, what you didn’t see was the 15-minute prep talk he got from glint. When he does say it, it’s quiet, he’s holding your hands as he finally says the words. His eyes watching you closely waiting for the rejection or the horror that…never comes. When you return the little 3 words, he’s letting out a breath he’s been holding far too long.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He gets jealous, not a lot but he does. He likes having your attention. You’re attentive, caring, and sweet, of course he wants to be the one you focus on. He totally doesn’t move your favourite plushie across the room because you cuddled it instead of him that night…. doesn’t matter that he got home after you’d fallen asleep, it should have been him. He never voices these things because he knows its unreasonable and this manifests as frustration and frequent berating of himself. When you notice his change in behaviour and ask him, he comes clean about his feelings, he explains how he feels bad about it and is surprised when you comfort him and explain that a little jealousy is normal and okay, as long as he doesn’t let it get out of hand.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Crow’s kisses are soft and unhurried. He likes to make the most of every single one. He’s a tad inexperienced, before he got Uldrens memories, he had never kissed another, steering away from taking off his mask. And Uldren wasn’t exactly a magnet for physical affection, so crow hasn’t had much practice. Much to his delight, you’re quick to rectify this.
Crow will kiss you everywhere but he’s particularly fond of your wrists, forehead, and nape of your neck when spooning.
Crow adores any kisses you give him, be it lips, cheeks or anywhere else. He won’t admit that he’s very fond of when you kiss a particular spot just under his jaw line that makes him melt.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Crow has a surprising amount of experience with children. Uldren would tell stories to eliksni children, even putting voices on, earning him delighted laughter. Crow misses this, he often tells glit about the times he would tell exciting tales to the children and when Eido suggests him coming to tell the children stories again one day., well…how could he turn down an offer like that, and of course you got an invite.
When he’s with the children, sat cross legged on the floor as the many eyes watch him with an alarming amount of attention, its like a new side of him peaks out, a soft and confident demeanour as he does all the sound effects and voices for the young ones who cant supress their giggles. Occasionally your eyes will meet as he tells the tales, and you don’t mis the faint blush that dusts his cheeks.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings are slow and warm and cosy. Wrapped in the blankets and one another’s embrace. Words are hushed and murmured, quiet giggles and soft smiles as you each fight one another to prevent each other from leaving the warmth of the covers. When you eventually climb out of the bed, crow is making coffee while you cook breakfast before you leave onto perform whatever task the day holds. On occasion alarms will get slumber leading to panicked rushing and mad dashing around the room to get dressed. Once crow face planted the floor trying to put on socks and you laughed so hard you forgot you were late and got a very stern talking to from Zavala and had to put up with crows pouting all day.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights are spent wrapped up on the sofa. If you’ve been busy on patrols and missions, then its take out and drinks at home. Glint loves these nights, bouncing between the pair of you and your own ghost as you sit and chat. On nights when the pair of you have a little more energy, walks in the tower and trips to the few restaurants in the last city, trying new food and experiences. Crow loves the long nights sat up talking, its quiet and no one has any expectations of either of you, allowing the pair of you to just be.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Crow knows you likely know his past. Its no secret, most everyone in the tower knew, no doubt at the beginning of your friendship people warned you about him, sent you the same glares, the same spiteful words. Despite this you stick by him, and he finds himself slowly opening up to you. Small stories from Uldrens childhood, moments in the dreaming city, his experiences after being ressed and fears for the future are shared over drinks in the night.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
While crow is a fairly patient guardian, he can be a little brash. Naïve and eager to fight the fight against darkness sometimes he needs to be heled back and reminded of the risks before charging in headfirst. This is even more so if its you the vanguard are discussing throwing into the fight. If you’re sent on a solo mission, he’s pacing the tower until you’re back, until he knows you’re safe. Like Cayde, he has your armour, weapons and ship committed to memory in case the worst happens and he has to go out and find you.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
You are everything to this guardian and he’s going to try and commit everything to memory. Your favourite food, drinks, how you like your tea and coffee, your routines, birthday, anniversary. Everything he can remember he does, anything he’s worried about forgetting, well, glint is more than happy to help.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
When you and crow began to grow closer together as friends, he starts to notice…peculiar things. His heart racing when you’re near, sweaty palms, nervousness. After multiples talks with Osiris, saint and glint he decides maybe he should talk to you. He invites you on a trip to the dreaming city on the promise of showing you his favourite part of the dreaming city’s gardens. That area is, thankfully, devoid of taken or scorn. You both sit in the soft grass surrounded by plants of all colours and the amethyst hue of the surrounding rock formations. He shares some of his most treasured memories until a nudge from glint who gave him an eager whisper about how he’s stalling. Eventually through awkward fumbled words and a new hue of blue/purple on his cheeks which you eventually figure out is him blushing, he confesses his feeling to you. And much to his delight, you reciprocate them.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Very protective. Crow has lost far too much, risked far too much to lose you. Crow would go on every mission he could with you and if he couldn’t, you can bet he’ll be on coms with you the whole time. Crow would have your 6 no matter what, god help anything that tries to take you from him.
Crow won’t admit it but he loves when you defend him against the lessening but still there harsh words of guardians who refuse to trust he is no longer Uldren. Seeing you reprimand them, scolding them with words about how caring and sweet and strong he was and how they were wrong for judging him based on a life he now had no control over. He thinks he’s slick and that you don’t know he likes it, not realising the dumb grin on his face afterwards gives everything away.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He tries, bless him. But he’s not the most experienced with courting. Dates are private affairs rather than big grand gestures. Maybe he got glint to find a recipe to cook your favourite meal ready for you when you get home, picnics somewhere not infested with fallen, cabal or hive and grabbing a meal at a small restaurant. Glint is always eager to help and offering well-meaning but questionable suggestions.
Everyday tasks, he’s making you tea, running your baths, this man will do anything for you if it makes you smile no matter how boring or laborious.
Gifts include anything from a little something you spotted in the bazar but decided not to buy because your saving glimmer to a new titan mark/warlock bond/ hunter cloak specialised just for you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Crow is incredibly self-sacrificing and at times self-deprecating. Deep down he still holds himself accountable for Uldrens actions. To repent for his actions, he throws himself into risky missions sometime with little regard for his wellbeing. When he’s feeling the effects of nightmares, intrusive thoughts, and the horrors of Uldrens past he pulls away from everyone, choosing solitude rather than expressing to the people close and that care for him that he needs help and he’s struggling.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
After being freed from spider’s grasp Osiris gifted him a cloak made by Eva Lavante which quickly becomes one of his treasured possessions which he, almost excessively, makes sure is clean and pristine. He detests being dirty after missions and patrols so regularly showers and when he comes out of the shower smelling of your body wash and shampoo you can’t help but chuckle, his embarrassed mumbles of “it just smells nice” reaching your ears. You make sure to buy plenty of that brand from then on.
He takes care of his own hair, shaving it shorter on the side himself, very carefully with a mirror. He’s very surprised one evening when you approach him and offer to cut it for him. He eyes you suspiciously and on the promise that you won’t cut it too short or make him bald, he hands you the clippers. Soon it’s a regular thing that he lets you help take care of his hair.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
You are crows’ sanctuary. A place away from the nightmares, haunting memories, and fear. Somewhere warm, safe, and calming. You keep him grounded, from running headfirst into trouble. He hasn’t felt whole in a long time, especially after getting back his memories as Uldren but with your help, he slowly feels like he’s reclaiming his image, his life, and his future.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Glint ADORES you. I mean adores you. The second glint saw you treating crow as crow and not Uldren, he thought you were brilliant. crow wasn’t amazing at selfcare so seeing you look after his guardian kept glint buzzing. Glint regularly finds place on your shoulder or lap when you’re relaxing with crow and crow thanks you when on rare occasion glints chatting gets a bit much and you take the chatter box into the next room, talk of ‘the headless ones’’ drifting through the wall, reaching crows ears, and making him chuckle.
One mission crow returns tired and worn out. While he’s asleep you notice that there’s a clear rip in his beloved cloak that’s left resting on the chair. When he wakes up to see you, needle in hand, occasionally cursing as the needle pricks your finger. He’s surprised to see you diligently sewing his cloak as glint whispers hushed encouragements. That’s when crow knew. That’s when he knew he picked the right person.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
People who refuse to see him as crow and only see Uldren. He understands to a degree how hard it can be but when people throw Caydes death in his face over and over and over, it grates.
Crow wouldn’t like a partner who didn’t like glint, glints always been encouraging and sweet as well as protective of crow and it works the other way to. If you don’t get on with glint or glint doesn’t like you, it’s going to be a hard time getting any closer than friends.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
This guy barely slept. He would take 2-to-3-hour long power naps at best when you first get to know him. Sat in the hanger, hidden amongst the crates cloak acting as a blanket. Leant against you as you read on the sofa, one of your hands in his hair putting him to sleep in seconds.
When you two begin sleeping in the same bed together, he’s worried about keeping you up, with nightmares, restless sleep and late nights but when you both lay in bed, his head on your chest and hand in his hair he melts. And for the first time since being resurrected he has a full night’s sleep, no nightmares, no waking up only hours later, no thrashing in his sleep, just blissful rest.
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This is Brandon. Brandon is a 2L (second year) student at a top tier law school. He is a very hard worker putting himself through law school alone. He survives off a diet of ramen and similar cheap foods and hardly gets enough of it. He weighs just 150lbs. He just scored an offer from a big law firm which means he gets to spend his summer between 2L and 3L as a summer associate at lawyer salary. He can’t wait to have enough money to survive.
After spending a summer with money, Brandon learned how much he loved fine cuisines and eating out. He was at cocktail parties and drinking and eating a lot too. He was shocked to see on the scale that he gained 60lbs from May to September. Ultimately he felt defeated as he had no time to work out and lose weight as a 3L law student. He grew a patchy beard to try to cover his double chin, but everyone knew that he got porky.
Throughout his last year as a student, he kept up the eating and burned through the money he saved during the summer. After graduating, he started work at the firm but couldn’t wait to get his first paycheck. He was in no position to buy a new suit and it stopped fitting him. He knew that there was no chance the coat would button. Brandon wasn’t shocked this time when he stepped on the scale and saw 270lbs. He knew he’d been eating and he had no time to burn it off. He thought now that he was graduated he would have the time. He was so wrong.
Brandon was working 70-80 hour weeks coming home exhausted and often ordered takeout to the firm’s office. Within just a few months he had crossed 300lbs. He had never had access to so much money or food especially with the last 3 years being borderline starving on 79 cent ramen cups from the campus vending machines. It was impossible to resist grabbing a bite when he could.
Before he knew it, Brandon had already outgrown all of his new suits. All of the other associates had put on a few pounds too and Brandon kept telling himself it was the same thing. The difference was the associates were maybe 20lbs heavier and had dad bods, and he was nearly 80lbs heavier coming close to 360lbs. He had never been heavier in his life and had never dreamed of being half the size he was. He was out of control. Not even 2 years ago, he was just under 200lbs.
It felt like everyday that Brandon would rip something, pop a button, or knock something over with his immense size and girth. He was getting really self conscious of his weight until one of the paralegals took a liking to him. At this point, Brandon was 32, single, unhappy with his body, well over 400lbs, and spending most of his life in the office. Brandon thought the paralegal was joking when he called him handsome. After whittling away at Brandon, he finally asked him out and they became boyfriends. His name was James.
Brandon knew something was up with him because whenever they were intimate, James would play with his belly and comment on his size. He would even dress up in Brandon’s massive suits and pants. It wasn’t until Brandon’s 33rd birthday when James brought a family sized cake to his apartment. Brandon thought maybe this was a surprise party and his friends were hiding in the other room, but James brought it with the intention to feed it all to him. Every time Brandon would eat a slice, James would spend a few seconds sucking him 0ff, but when he got somewhat close, would stop and wait until Brandon ate another slice. After two tiring hours, Brandon had finished the entire cake and finished HARD into James. Brandon spent the entire week thinking about how hot that interaction was and asked James to do it again.
Within weeks, this became the normal and Brandon and James had introduced food into their nightly routine and consequently Brandon began to pile on the pounds. This headshot of him at 450lbs was probably the last time he was able to close a suit around his girth. Now that James was appreciating him for his size, he didn’t hate how he looked anymore and embraced that he was the big guy in the firm. The other associates couldn’t recognize him from when he started working there.
Brandon and James have been dating for a few years now, and Brandon’s belly really showed for it. He was just over 520lbs and he loved it. He had to get a second seat on the plane when he traveled for work, learned the tricks to how to get a meal expensed and would get massive amounts of food expensed so he could outgrow his next suit. He looked forward to outgrowing clothes thanks to James.
At 38, Brandon made partner. He was at his heaviest as always but he was really struggling to stay mobile. Brandon was tipping scales at 660lbs and still happy with James. They were now engaged to be married and planning a wedding.
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part 2 to idols?
bae, anon, my love, loml, im so sorry for being so late ToT. i really didnt mean for it to be so late. i saw the ask the day i left for vacation and i didnt have service on the way. anywayyyy
Idols II
warnings: kinda sad ig. guess what, not proofread again. i know. im proud of myself too. lmk what i missed lmao
click here for part one
niki called you after your live and said he watched it. 'i told you theyd be happy!' 'i know, but i was worried my members would get mad, cho-gyung-unnie told me to be careful right before i left.' 'but, we're alright now.' 'Y/N! GET OVER HERE!! WE NEED TO TALK!!' 'well, then, y/n. seems like your in trouble.' 'i'll be there in a bit!!' 'well, bye baby. tell the girls i said hi' 'i will. bye baby. love you' 'love you too, bye' and just like that, you were running to your unnies room, prepering yourself for what was going to happen.
'I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL NOW YOUR TRENDIG ON TWITTER??' 'ok, unnie, before you say anything, i wore my hoodie, bucket hat, and sunglasses, so did niki.' and awkward smile came creeping up your face as se continued scolding you.
' y/n, you need to be careful. i know you havent had much time to experience teenager things but, please be careful. ever since music bank, youve came up as a trending topic on twitter. im serious, ive seen our fans go crazy over how you two were so comfortable with each other and how you stared at each other. evem the tiktok you made with him, everyone knew that you were more than friends, its obvious and since your solo is coming up that could have ruined things.' 'im sorry unnie, i just hadn't seen him in months other than,,, work.' 'i know, and i know that niki would fully take the blame for you. i love you and i dont tell you enough, y/n. just please. next time your doing something that fans dont know about be careful. i dont want anything to happen to you.'
'i know. i love you too.' you hugged your unnie and made up. 'uh, by tha way, niki says hi and hell buy us ramen to make up for it!' 'y/n, i have ears, all he said was that he sent greetings to us. nothing about ramen.' 'DAMNIT'
#im-yn-suckers#enhypen fluff#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen niki#niki fanfic#niki x reader#nishimura riki#niki ff#nishimura niki x reader#enha niki#slayyyyy
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It wasn't like Kiba didn't know. He'd known, for years and years. He could smell the extra sweat on Hinata's palms, perceive the overbrightness of her eyes. He could, if he really strained his ears, hear her pulsing heart.
He just didn't know why it was Naruto of all people. Naruto, who couldn't do the most basic of ninjutsu. Naruto, who was loud and annoying and always wrote the wrong answers and never managed to read the air. Naruto, who talked big but never backed it up with his actions. Why did Hinata glow like the noonday sun whenever she saw his face?
Everyone else in their class was obsessed with Sasuke. Sasuke, the top student, Sasuke with his amazing Fireball Jutsu that he learned at age whenever – all Kiba knew was that it was younger than when he himself mastered Gatsuuga, the signature move of his clan. Hordes of fangirls were clamoring, begging, begging Iruka-sensei to put them on his genin team, pretty please, with a cherry on top.
Kiba glanced at Hinata's face, way back then. He saw her wilt, when Naruto was put on another team. The wilting of her face wasn't because of Sasuke. He knew that, because Hinata didn't seem to care about Sasuke. Kiba had observed her giving him only the barest of side-glances. She didn't seem to find him that interesting.
Hmmm. That was weird. But he shrugged his shoulders and heaved a sigh of relief that at least he wasn't put on a team with Sasuke. Shino was just annoying, but Sasuke disturbed him. He'd take Shino over Sasuke any day of the week.
He didn't understand for a long, long time. Then the Chuunin Exams happened, and the words loserfailureninjawayfatehokage jumbled up in his head like mush, and that was when Inuzuka Kiba understood the meaning of her sweaty palms and bright eyes and pulsing heart and glowing face.
The realization was like the sun breaking through a front of clouds.
***
That realization was like the sun breaking through a front of clouds.
(Mostly, he was just really glad that it wasn't Sasuke. There were worse people out there than Naruto.)
It didn't take much teasing to bring out more extra sweat on her palms, to heighten her roaring heartbeat. It was fun, for Kiba to yell out, "Oi, Naruto, long time no see!" and watch Hinata whirl around, her long black hair whipping Shino in the face and knocking off his glasses. Hinata was like his sister, and there were few joys in life greater than teasing your sister.
***
It was fun, at least until Naruto started watching Hinata back and began following Team 8 around like a little Akamaru.
He didn't know when Naruto started this, exactly. Maybe it was after the war, when he grinned bright, squinting his eyes shut, when Hinata slipped into the seat beside him at Ichiraku. Maybe it started that day when he made Hinata pinky promise that she'd teach him how to eat forty-six bowls of ramen without puking. Or maybe it had started back then, when Naruto came back from his training with Jiraiya-sama and he had popped up out of nowhere, asking her why she was hiding.
That she should shut up and go with him.
Now, however, the moron refused to shut up about her at all, constantly asking Tsunade-sama when Hinata would be on a mission, or when Hinata would be free of missions, because he really, really needed her to explain to him how to snap apart chopsticks with just one hand. Because, as he never ceased pointing out, eating ramen was so hard with one arm missing, ya know.
"Naruto, please, ask your own teammates for help," Kurenai-sensei told him one day as he accosted her and Kiba outside Hokage Tower, on their way to receive a mission. Her voice was surprisingly calm, considering how annoying he was being. "There are many intelligent people on your team who can help you break apart chopsticks."
Naruto fixed her with a disbelieving stare, his blue eyes tearing up theatrically. Somehow Kiba knew that whatever he was going to say would be popcorn-worthy.
"But none of them are Hinata, ya know?" He said this like he was saying that the sky was blue and water was wet. There were so many intelligent people on his team, but –
"Oi, Hinata, long time no see!" he just suddenly yelled out of nowhere, spotting her approaching form on the road –
– loserfailureninjawayfatehokage –
"Dunno what the hell Iruka-sensei was thinking, pairing you off with morons like Kiba and Shino! Just shut up and come with me!"
Hinata yelped and almost fell over in shock, and Naruto's face was glowing like the noonday sun.
(Why did it have to be Naruto? he wondered.)
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i loved it, it’s literally exactly what i was envisioning with mark and ming being interrupted and teased. i’m very interested to see how it would play out, her ignoring joshua, him giving her a talk about being protective and stuff, and them making up or however you see fit, if it’s possible i would really love it see what happens after.
I'm delighted that it was how you envisioned it and that you enjoyed it! I want to thank you so much for the request and I hope this one lives up to your expectations! I love hearing your request and thoughts, so if you have more, you can always send them to me <3
Big Brother Duties | Ming Chapter
July, 2022
Yerim put in the code and opened the door to Mingyu and Wonwoo's dorm.
"Who is it?" She heard Mingyu yell from the kitchen. She took off her shoes and put her bag down. "It's me!" She yelled back. "Yerim-ah!" Mingyu's excited tone made her smile and even gave her a sense of comfort.
She walked into the kitchen seeing Mingyu cooking some ramen. "You want some?" He asked, motioning for her to come over to where he was standing.
"Yeah, I haven't eaten dinner," she smells the food, "oooh~ that smells good!" She complimented him.
"Hehe, thank you."
She sat on one of the chairs nearby. "Where's the bitter one?"
"Bathroom."
She nodded. "Can I ask you something?"
Mingyu turned around upon hearing her question. "Of course, Ming-ah."
"Can I stay with you two tonight?"
Mingyu tilted his head, quizzically. "You don't have to ask that, you know that."
"Hey, Yerim-ah." Wonwoo greeted her upon entering the kitchen, he took the chair next to hers. She smiled at him.
"We have a new roomie for tonight." Mingyu reveals to the older one.
Wonwoo nodded. "Everything okay?" The girl's energy seemed a bit off.
"Yeah, it's just that uh, you know Minhyung came over earlier," she took a pause as the two guys made 'ooh' noises, "but Joshua just barged into my room in the middle of it and at first it was fine, but he made these comments that just kind of rubbed me the wrong way I guess and he kept inviting people into my room. I don't know, it was just really annoying." She finished her explanation.
Mingyu and Wonwoo glanced at each other throughout her explanation. "What did he say?" Mingyu asked her.
"Like when Minhyung stood up to leave and I offered to walk him to the door, Joshua just stopped me and said that he could do that himself. And when I confronted him about it, he pretended like he didn't know what I was talking about,"
"it's not that I'm upset about the fact that he interrupted us. It's just the way he did it that really frustrated me and he could see how frustrated I was, yet he kept going."
During her rambling, the ramen was ready and Mingyu silently filled their bowls, while Yerim continued talking. "And what about Seungcheol and Myungho?" Wonwoo asked her.
She sarcastically laughed. "Cheol just kept defending Joshua and Myungho said he wasn't going to interfere and advised me to just do some fucking meditation." She rolled her eyes while mentioning the meditation part.
Mingyu put their bowls on the table in front of them. "Yerim, you want something to drink?"
"A coke for me, please."
He picked it out of the fridge and placed it by her bowl. "Thank you." Mingyu joined them and the three started eating.
"Although I do think Shua was being annoying, I don't think he had any bad intentions." Mingyu commented on the situation.
Wonwoo agreed. "Yeah, you're like a younger sister to him, big brothers tease and annoy their sisters." He reasoned.
Yerim nodded, understanding their point. "I know and I understand, but just put yourself in my shoes. I don't want Minhyung to think it's always going to be like that. He said the members were giving him dead stares from behind my back. Like I get the whole protective older brother act, but at the end of the day what I do in my love life, is none of their business." She started getting a bit worked up again.
"We understand you, Yerim. It must not have been fun to be in that situation." Mingyu didn't like seeing her so upset, but he also didn't want to get completely involved with the situation.
She shook her head. "It wasn't fun, especially when I asked what his deal was and he just denied it, like he didn't do anything. And what made it worse is that none of the other members who were there had my back or understood my frustration, not even Cheol, he always has my back." The more she talked about it, the more upset she was starting to get.
Wonwoo rubbed her back."It's okay, Ming-ah, just stay here for the night, okay?" She nodded, happy she could stay over.
"Yeah, Wonwoo-hyung has a new game, he can show it to you." Mingyu suggested.
Wonwoo nodded his head. "It's a nice game, not scary."
"Alright."
The three of them continued their dinner, talking about the upcoming tour, their friends, their family, etc. Afterwards, Mingyu sent Yerim away with Wonwoo, to start their game.
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This dance practice had been going on for way too long in Yerim's opinion. There was an obvious tension going on between her and Joshua, other members were stressed since the tour was coming up and others were just very tired from all the schedules. Joshua kept trying to talk to her, but she kept brushing him off, not in the mood to talk.
While the vocal team were rehearsing their songs and performance, Chan joined his best friend on the ground.
"You're still not talking to him?" He went straight to it. She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just not in the talking mood, you know."
"I understand, just don't let this drag out for a long time, okay?" None of the members liked conflict within the group, but they're a family, so there are times when people bud heads.
She shook her head. "No, but he really pissed me off yesterday. Minhyung even texted me asking if he had done anything wrong." She felt bad for Mark when she had seen his text and she felt also more upset with Joshua.
"I would have been pissed off as well and I'm not just saying that because it's you." Chan always has her back, they're the youngest of the group, so they got to stick together.
Yerim laid her head on his shoulder. "You should have been there yesterday, at least someone would have helped me."
"Against Scary Coups? I love you, but no way." He laughed. "Oh, shut up." She lightly pushed him, making him almost fully fall on the ground.
"Alright, let's do the full group dance one last time!" Soonyoung announced, loud enough for everyone to hear.
A sudden hand appeared in front of Yerim and looking up she was met with Joshua. She ignored him and got herself up and walked away to her spot, not making eye contact with him once. Now, she knew she was being petty, but at that moment she honestly didn't care.
After a few more run-throughs of the choreography, their dance practice was done. Yerim grabbed her stuff and before she had the chance to leave, Coups made an announcement.
"Joshua and Yerim, you two clean it up!" Normally, they used rock-paper-scissors to decide who would clean the practice room, so this came as a surprise.
She shook her head, giving him an unimpressed look. "No, I'm not doing that." She just wanted to go home and sleep, not spend her extra time cleaning.
"Don't give me attitude, besides you haven't done it in years." Coups' normal soft smile towards her had changed into a stern gaze.
After a staring contest that only lasted a few seconds, Yerim defeatedly put her bag on the ground again.
Their leader pointed to the vacuum cleaner, before mouthing "talk to him" and leaving the room with the other members. She made her way over to the vacuum cleaner, while Joshua grabbed the cloth to clean the mirrors.
''Do you want to talk about yesterday?'' Joshua looked at her through the mirror.
She briefly looked at him, but turned her head right away. ''I think I should ask you that question.''
''I'm sorry, Ming-ah. I just wanted to tease you, but I went a bit too far.'' He apologised, turning around so they were face-to-face.
She sighed. ''Why did you do that yesterday?'' The disappointment in her voice hurt him, especially knowing that he had caused it.
''I don't know, I just shouldn't have done it.'' Yerim got the feeling there was more to what he was saying.
A look of puzzlement crossed her face. ''So you just entered my room without knocking, started inviting people into my room, made my guest uncomfortable and then acted like nothing happened without any clear reason?''
''I just wanted to tease you and I went too far, that's it.'' Instead of focusing on her, his focus was on the floor, his eyes not meeting hers.
''Joshua,'' she wanted his attention, ''just tell me what's going on, I don't like this.'' If there's one thing she hates, it's people stalling what they have to say, or in other words, exactly what Joshua was doing right now.
''Let's sit down for this.'' He put the cloth down and walked over to the couch, waiting for her to join him. After some hesitation, she sat next to him.
''Can I hold your hand?'' He put out his hand, despite still being upset with him, she let him hold her hand.
He took a deep breath. ''First, I want you to know that I care about you a lot, you're family to me, you know that right?'' She nodded her head. ''Of course, I know that.''
Both of his hands were holding her hand, showing her how serious he was. ''I think Mark is a nice guy and he's a very talented idol, I just..'' He hesitated continuing.
''You just.. what?''
''I don't trust him.''
Well, that's certainly not what she was expecting. Yerim thought for a moment, being taken aback by Joshua's answer.
''Let me explain that.''
''Yeah, you should do that.''
''I don't have anything personal against the kid, I really don't. It's just that everything that you two are doing now kinda reminds me of your time with Jihyun.''
Yerim looked down at the mention of her, she was still quite a sensitive subject.
''Jihyun was an awful person for stringing you along like that, knowing she didn't want a relationship with you. She knew you were going to be heartbroken, yet she didn't stop acting like she loved you. I know that you don't blame her for anything, but I do, we do. Someone who truly loves you wouldn't do something like that.''
She moved her head back up hearing that it's not just him, but others as well. ''What do you mean 'we'?''
''I don't want to speak for everyone else, but it's not just me who feels this way.'' He reveals to her, hating that he had to bring the other members into it.
''It was awful seeing you like that, we lost you for a while then, we don't want that to happen again.''
Yerim felt like she was a small child being scolded by one of her parents. ''I understand what you're saying, but it's confusing to me when one half of you are saying that I should go for it and the other half says I need to stay away from him basically.''
''I'm not saying that you have to stay away from him, all I'm saying is that he's a very busy man and you're a busy woman, I just don't want you to get hurt again. You're barely going to see each other with a schedule like yours and his, you can't really blame us for having doubts.''
Yerim's silence worried him, but what he was saying was his, and some of the members, opinion. He cares a lot about her, she's truly his little sister, why would he want her to get hurt again?
''Yerim, please say something.''
She scoffed. ''What do you want me to say to that?''
''I would love if you understand our concern.'' He said in all honesty.
She showed him a sad smile. ''I do understand and I'm happy you all care about me, it's just a lot to take in, you know.''
He stood up from the couch and opened his arms. ''Come here, honey.'' Yerim didn't hesitate this time and put her arms around his waist, laying her head against shoulder.
''I want to go home.'' She told him, in a sad tone.
''Let's go home then.''
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lots of cartomancy talk in this one
I feel like the only Confidants I have I can work on are Chariot and Death right now, so I actually pulled up a spoiler-free guide to see what I should be prioritizing and I ASSUME THERE IS A CHARM CHECK EARLY ON BC WOW THIS FAQ IS HAVING ME SPEND SO MUCH TIME IN THE BATHHOUSE
can I be a dumb yank for a second and say communal bathhouses are really fascinating to me. I would never be able to attend one until I'm older because I am a happily fat person, but the concept is still really compelling to me. Is it like a public restroom, is it rude to speak to the people around you? Or is it like a hairdresser where you are expected to speak to the people around you? also this thing with the baths having different medicinal qualities on different days, is that a thing because that's really interesting.
I think it interests me because I am a queer who does not drink alcohol, so like... finding comfortable communal spaces is actually very difficult. You can only go to so many coffee shops, yanno.
Does Japan share the trouble that America does, that the places you can be outside your home are all commercial in some way rather than public spaces you're allowed to just go?
This is the kind of thing I think about playing a game like Persona which is trying to evoke a sense of place. There's this moment that I screencapped but now I lost it, where Morgana talks on the train ride about how they like foreign products (like soda and food) because they always feel more effective than stuff from your country. Which, if that is a shared experience in Japan (and everyone in the world, lets be frank) (okay except the UK, I don't uh expect things from the UK to be better) (no not even the tea) (wait i guess the chocolate, yes)
that to me is very interesting.
goddamn i'm fucking rambling.
Ryuji's confidant arc seems to be pretty spot on for a Chariot. He is good at his drive, his forward momentum, the urge to get shit done without always thinking things through. A Chariot is that friend you call in a crisis who will help you get through something so long as they don't have to make big decisions. He gives that vibe that if Reverie broke his legs and wound up bedridden for a while, Ryuji would be there like "hey what you need done" and would do the cleaning and shopping and helping Reverie limp around. THAT'S him.
But like all Chariots, he doesn't have a grip on the reins, which seems to be his broken relationship with the track team. It was that urge to act (goaded by Kamoshida) that cost everyone the team and the resources. He's carrying that around like an anchor pulling the dirt up behind him.
Also he brought me to a special ramen shop in Ogikubo so I think that's literally Harukiya. I even looked up images of inside the shop and they're super similar!
jfc are those the same bowls
Would love to talk to someone on the dev team about the decision to go from, to my understand, 4 games of fake locations inspired by real places to just straight up real places.
Props to Takemi for being actually pretty goth. The casual morbidity with her never stops, which I find interesting.
lmao I love the body language in this game honestly. The way she slouches to get closer and examine Reverie as he drinks more lighter fluid is in of itself good characterization.
Got some details on her which really elucidate the Death arcana assignment. (Fun fact, the Death card is also sometimes just called The Nameless Arcana/The Arcana With No Name.)
She fucked up something at the hospital and has been thrown out of the Tokyo medical community basically, so she operates her solo practice. Now, I'm not sure what the eventual plot here is, but Death can be a card for going through mourning and coming out stronger for it. I would be into seeing something about letting go of the lingering resentment about her expulsion and gaining peace from being the provider to small community that can learn more about her themselves, outside her reputation.
THAT SAID SO FAR IT'S JUST LIGHTER FLUID COCKTAILS, SO WHO KNOWS IF IT'LL BE THAT DEEP.
Meanwhile, lmao, fucking Sojiro. I am getting the feeling I am supposed to be reading him as just an omnidirectional curmudgeon, all bark and less bite. He's going to teach Reverie to work in the coffee shop.
Which reveals him as the Hierophant.
Now, I don't really know if Atlus knows what the fuck the Hierophant is. In P3, the Hierophant link was atrociously written, both on a technical level and the actual sideplot. It had frankly zero connection to the idea of the Hierophant? (it was the Old Couple and the tree, for those who don't recall, I wouldn't blame you for scrubbing it from your minds.)
And I have been really loud about how Dojima should have been the Hermit and the fucking Shrine Fox should have been the Hierophant.
I was assuming Sojiro was Hermit from his early remarks but now I realize that doesn't work with the frequent references to him being a social gadfly with his Hitting The Open Bar On The Lido Deck look. So...
A coffee shop owner for the Hierophant is frankly an interesting concept. He demands exacting behavior from Reverie but also brings him into the fold. A patriarch not of religion but of the cult of coffee, where the secret rituals and knowledge are about beans and tending to customers, that's a humorously apt take on the Hierophant.
When people talk about the Majors, I feel like Emperor and Hierophant get confused/conflated a lot. But the Hierophant is often what people are thinking of. They exert an outsized amount of control, they accept and excommunicate people to keep that control, and they are the keeper of the spiritual rulebook that allows them to have that power. They are the material gatekeeper in contrast to the spiritual gatekeeper of the Priestess. And while the Priestess is motivated to protect people by controlling knowledge, the Hierophant is not only motivated to protect themselves, but they are motivated to protect The Order, The Cult, The Religion, which also protects them.
All this to say: Hierophant of Coffee? Hilarious.
(Also retroactively explains why he's been such a Huge Bitch to Reverie, Hierophants hate everyone who threatens the social order.)
I don't know what it is about Reverie's face but it makes literally every needy dorky statement he says so much better.
ALSO? I WOULD HAVE LOVED MORE VOICE ACTING FOR HIM. Just gimme someone to say the chosen lines. I want some DELIVERY on these absolute bangers.
okay this one has been Hella Long so I'll make a new post for the enxt plot development
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Soap sfw alphabet
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Platonically: soap is very affectionate; he will come up to you sling his arm around your shoulder, give you fist bumps and high-fives. He also loves to give hugs.
Romantically: this man is a cuddle bug. He’ll always have his hands on you. He loves to have his arm around your waist hell pull you into bear hugs he’ll pick you up and throw you over his shoulder with a quick smack on the ass and walk you away. PIGGY BACK RIDES ARE A MUST. He also loves to have you sit on his shoulders while you two are in a public place like a music festival.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He’s a very likable person so making friends is easy for him. When you're his best friend there's no escape. He loves spending time with you and will do all the activities. Loves to make dumbass tiktoks or document y’alls silly antics
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
LOVES TO CUDDLE
He loves to hug you from behind, giving you multiple kisses on your neck. Also loves the lazy days where you two will lie in bed holding each other either watching a movie or playing on your phones
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He’d like to date for a couple months before settling down. Of course sleepovers are A-ok and he likes to keep a change of your clothes in his closet just in case you forgot to pack some. Usually itll end up with him giving you a key and being like “no rush but if you want to you can live with me”
He is messy but like adhd messy. He has little trinkets around his place and shoes lying around here and there maybe a couple empty cans from drinking it the night before but he’ll notice if it gets too messy and hell take a day to CLEAN
His room is messy though here's kinda a moodboard of what i think his place looks like
When it comes to cooking he can make the basics; ramen, spaghetti with meat sauce, porridge, pb&j
Though he is a king at making breakfast
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
It depends on the situation
If he finds out you cheated he’d be pissed and wont forgive you. He’d call you and tell you to pack your stuff and leave and not to talk to him ever again and the he doesnt want to see you at all.
If its his decision he'd sit you down and explain the reason why he’s leaving most of the time itd be that he fell out of love with you and that he just wants to take time to focus on his career and himself. He’d help you pack your stuff and really give a sincere apology saying tha tit was a great (how ever long you two have been together)
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He has a rule to live with you for a couple years before getting married. His mother always told him not to rush love and let it bloom naturally and that He’ll know when its time. Give it about maybe 2-3 years. He really wants to know you before making the full commitment if being with you forever.
Hed want to be engaged for a year or so just to really plan the perfect wedding for you.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He loves to roughhouse but he knows your limits.he's extremely playful but hes also a big softie
He’s very open with his emotions and if he has a problem with something he will talk to you about it. He will never raise his voice to you but he knows an argument is about to start or he’s in a bad mood he’ll let you know he needs his space and to talk about it when he’s in a better mood
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Love love lovess hugs. Every chance he gets he’ll engulf you in a bear hug and pester you with kisses. Loves to hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Id say it’d slip out randomly something like you two are drunk together hell just be like
“You know i fucking love ya babe youre the best person ever”
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He gets a little bit jealous but not too bad
He does want to know who your friends are and where you're going if you go out somewhere. The two of you share each others location unless Johnny goes on deployment, which he is required to not have his location for safety reasons but its mostly to see if you're home or with a friend. if he sees you're at a place that you usually don't go to hell just shoot you a text like "wya bb?"
If yall are in pubic together and he sees you talking to someone he doesnt know he’ll be by yourside with his hand around your waist or holding your hand
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He likes to do a peck and then deepen the kiss
He uses a lot of to tongue and he bites your lip
He’s got an oral fixation and he loves to kiss you everywhere. His favorite place would be the tip of your nose, your lips, or your neck
He’s not big fan on pda he'd only do a peck, kiss your cheek or forehead but that's it he hates it when couples makeout in public
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He LOVES kids hes so good around them and he knows hot to make a baby stop crying. He’s the funcle and lets his niece and nephew do anything. He spoils the absolute shit out of them and would literally kill a man for them
Kids usually gravitate towards him. If he's in public and he see's a little kid staring at him he'll stick his tongue out and play with them
He use to babysit when he was a teen so he's got skills with changing diapers
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He wakes up early to work out and go on a run but when he comes home he likes to sneak into bed with you and hold you til you wake up. He likes to stay in bed for a couple hours before you two fully get out of bed. He always makes breakfast for you even if you have to work and he doesnt
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He likes to wind down and watch the most popular show that out and then get ready for bed by around 10-11ish he’ll hop into bed maybe read or browse on his phone til he falls alseep. Hed smoke a joint before bed too
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He’s a very open person but when it comes to his truama he hides it until he feels comfortable enough to tell you. But also on the other side if you start truama dumping hell start truama dumping
When he’s getting to know you he’ll just randomly ask you some questions about you
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He's very level headed when it comes to his anger. When he was younger he used to have anger issues but learned how to keep his emotions at bay. If hes mad he’ll let you know but he does snap at you but he will never raise his voice.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers specific things like the type of food you eat, what your do’s and don'ts are. He usually forgets certain events so he has to be reminded. He has a calendar on his fridge so he can remember certain dates you tell him.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
He loves the nights that you two spend together whether its cuddling on the couch to the two of you ‘fighting’ in mario party. Just winding down and having fun with you makes him so happy
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Hes SUPER protective over you. Hes not a toxic level but he would take a bullet for you. If a friend upsets you he’ll calm you down and then his mama bear instincts will kick in and he'll try to contact said friend and talk to them about what happened.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
For dates he likes to do fun stuff like go on a hike, rock climb, any date idea from tiktok. He loves to spoil you and take you out to nice dinners every month
For anniversaries he snags it in the bag. He loves to surprise you and either take you out to a fine dinner or a really nice hike or camping trip. He’ll ask you what you want to do months before and plan everything out
His love language is gift giving so whenever he finds something he thinks you'll like hell buy it and give it to you. Definitely spoils you in the candy department especially if your craving. One time he drove to three different stores for a certain item because you mentioned you where craving it.
With every day Tasks he’ll do them but if you ask him to. He’ll do the major things like dishes cleaning up trash around the place but if his room gets messy or his bathroom is too cluttered youll have to ask him to clean it up (which he'll do)
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He's constantly has to be stimming most with something in his mouth so he'll bite his nails, chew some gum, those little flossers in his mouth. Hes like a dog with a bone
He leaves the toilet seat on
He talks with his mouth full and he eats like hes starved.
Hes a snorer
He’s messy as well
He will chug a soda and then burp loud as fuck
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He has a 10 step routine for his hair and he’s always trying to smell good. He has a fear of smelling bad so he has multiple types of soaps
He uses high end shampoo and conditioner for his hair.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He’d be like a lost puppy without you. He absolutely adroes you and would love to spend every moment of his life with you
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He loves to jam out to music when he’s cleaning and he WILL use the broom as a mic.
Spends majority of his paycheck on snacks
He’s a frequent shopper at lush and buys the latest bath bomb to try. Big bubble batch type of guy especially after a long day you will probably find him in a bubble bath with those eye
He likes to paint and draw in his free time
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Hates getting nagged at. Nothings more annoying than someone telling him to do something without asking nicely. He prefers someone whos on the same page or better with being tidy in their living space. He definitely wants someone to help him clean on cleaning days.
An instant turn off is if his partner is constantly trying to start a fight with him. He doesn't want to bicker and fight 24/7
He definitely prefers someone who’s independent but also not at the same time
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Heres his nightly routine
He makes dinner or orders take out and eats them in his living room while catching up on the latest show
He’ll clean up the place til hes bored of doing that
He’ll go to the bathroom, run a bath and relax in there for a while either reading or scrolling through his phone. He’ll get out brush his teeth, take his medicine, do a breif skin care routine, and put on a pair of shorts and oversized shirt to sleep in
He likes to lay in bed and either read or watch something. He’ll also boot up his console and play some games with his friends
He’ll eventually get tired and usually falls asleep doing what he was doing in bed
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Jam Session
The music cats jam out together! What could go wrong? Many things, especially when a guest star gets involved.
"Sorry I'm late!"
Moneko burst into the studio door, almost tripping and sending her pink songbook flying. Ramen Cat, who changed from his work clothes to something more extravagant caught it. He chuckled, handing back to the girl.
Ramen was decked out in a sparkling red and orange gradient jacket. One sleeve was studded while the other had "RAMEN" sewed on with sparkly thread. Ripped jean shorts and boots with yellow laces made him look pretty kickass. Moneko had the complete opposite clothing sense, a strawberry pink dress with a green belt, hair extensions in pink and green with hot pink mary janes.
"Hey Moneko! We're kinda waiting on the Rock Revengers."
The studio was sleek, a stage fitted enough for the gang as well as some speakers set up. The jam session pooled their money together to rent for an hour though Moneko's salary could pay for it hundred fold. Moneko pulled up a plastic chair.
"Neat! I got this cool song I've been practicing for awhile. I miiight play it on my world tour."
Ramen propped himself up on her lap, looking at the lyrics in pink pen. Suddenly the door burst open with a loud kick. The mortar player held a large music case, almost comically large. The others streamed in, rough housing antics ensuing with the bee and the crab.
"WE'RE HERE MOTHERFUCKERS!"
The mortar player propped up his drum on the stage. The crab ruffled both Ramen's and Moneko's hair.
"Whassup crazy folk?! Haven't seen y'all since winter!!"
Moneko giggled, while Ramen hurried to fix his springy hair.
"Yeah, yeah.. ey, where's the other guy?"
Ramen retied his black hairband. The Rock Revengers stood up, confused. Moneko checked her phone, scrolling through their reserved time.
"Yes! We have another person coming. She's a very special friend of mine-"
The door creaked open, following the jangle of beads. A typical cat with an eye popping headdress rolled in. Alongside her was a mini cat carrying her microphone on a velvet pillow.
"Meawuuu!"
There was nothing typical about this cat. She was known for her over the top displays at her concerts. Flashing lights, gravity defying stages and excellent costume design. She was a force to be reckoned with, even after her retirement no one could take her top spot. Her popularity was a hidden gem to the empire. The one and only.. Cabaret Cat.
"Meawuuuuuu! Meaoo!"
Cabaret Cat nuzzled Moneko's leg, sitting next to her on her velvet pillow. She mewled sweetly like it was a sincere greeting.
"..okay, who is this cat?"
The chestnut player asked, lugging his music stand along. He was immediately tackled by the mortar player.
"Dumb fuck! This is CABARET CAT. THE GREATEST CAT MUSICIAN OF ALL TIME."
Cabaret Cat begun to groom herself. Dismissing her cat companion, she held her microphone in her mouth. Ramen looked at Cabaret Cat, jaw dropped.
"How did you get Cabaret Cat in here? With US??"
Cabaret Cat was gently carried into Moneko's lap.
"Oh, she just wanted to sing with us! For fun! She texted me on Meowter."
Moneko held Cabaret Cat all the way to the stage. The Rock Revengers stammered, pushing the highest pedestal for the tiny cat and bowing. It was very out of character for them, they bowed to no one.
"H-here you go Cabaret Cat!"
Cabaret rewarded their kind gesture, allowing a pet from each. The rockers were reduced to a grateful mess.
"I.. I petted the Miss Cabaret.. I'm never washing this paw again!"
Ramen rolled his eyes.
"Okay.. Cabaret. Should we, uh, get you anything?"
"Meawuuu! Meaw meaww!"
She shook her head, getting slapped in the face by beads and string. The rockers connected their instruments to the speakers, Ramen pulled out his spare microphone and helped the other two singers connect their microphones.
"So should we start with 'Cat eat Cat world'?"
Moneko set up her lyrics on a music stand. Cabaret bonked into the microphone just to make sure it worked.
"Yeah, thats like the only song we know."
Ramen pulled out a microphone stand in his paws. The Rock Revengers were all set up at this point. The mortar player was hyped at this point, jumping right in.
"Hell yeah! One, two, one, two, three, four!"
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Terrible, absolute abhorrent musical skills ensue. Loose and sloppy was the only tempo the rockers were used to. Cabaret sighed in disappointment. When the band got to the bridge of the song, Cabaret let out her signature verse.
"Meawu! Meawu meawu!!"
The floor began to crack. Rumbling the stage, everyone hurried off to witness the magic of the Cabaret. A huge humanoid cat came from the ground in sparkling neon and gold. Cabaret jumped from her seat and landed on the statue's paws. It rose until it broke the roof of the studio, up to the sky. Cabaret, fully confident on her own stage, started her solo.
The cats below were both starstruck and devastated. Ramen looked at the debris that surrounded them. Miraculously no one was hurt.
"I really REALLY HOPE she's paying for this."
"Is that Cabaret's hit single "Meow into my heart"?"
"Yessss!!"
Cabaret had quite a crowd around her as she sung to her heart's content. After she finished, she winked at her friends below. The statue then drifted off into the sunset. The crowd was shook except the band.
"I'm NOT PAYING FOR THIS. Can't you get Cabaret to pay for this Moneko?"
Ramen held his paws up. A whole clutter of voices from the Rock Revengers, Moneko and Ramen overrid any sort of civil conversation.
"I can probably take this out of my budget!!"
"FUCK NO, WE'RE SUING!"
"But what about MISS CABARET??"
"KEEP THAT TO YOURSELF YOU DAMN CRAB SIMP!"
"Watch your LANGUAGE DIPSHIT-!"
"MONEKO is RIGHT HERE Ramen!"
"Guys please!!"
In the horizon, Cabaret Cat and her statue sat on a large hill. The cat sipped on a pink lemonade, singing her famous tune.
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"Why hello there, you lonely souls! Caught your eye, didn't I? Well, Eri isn't here right now to entertain all of you except for lovely ol' me, so here's..."
7 Days of Ramen - Day 7
"And I say... You know what? Screw it. You all keep complaining like you're the champions from Hell's Kitchen, so let's see YOU do it. Everyone can show their own ramen instead, and for those who don't know how to do it, here's a tutorial."
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"So yeah, good luck, whatever, etc., and Happy Hannukah and all tha-... cough cough..."
"Yeah I can't really do her voice... Not sure if I shapeshifted into her right either..."
He needs some cough drops-
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A Distant Proposal
Pairing: Idol!Jin x OC
Genre: fluff, angst
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: mentions of cheating
Summary: A surprise visit from a man Jasmine thought was long gone from her life sends her emotions spiraling, and Jin makes an announcement a little too soon.
It was a normal Sunday evening at the beach. Well, as normal as a Sunday evening could get. Jasmine was wearing a pair of sunglasses that sparkled way too brightly under the lights. It was almost a tradition now to wear something insane on Sunday nights, considering it was the only night of the week that there was an open bar at the surf shack. Olivia was working her magic with the drink mixing, and Andre was handling the grill, which left Jasmine at the cash register. It wasn’t her favorite place to work, but it was certainly better than having to tell an extremely drunk guy no to another drink.
Tonight was not the night to be at the cash register, though. Jasmine recognized the face of the man approaching her before he even saw her. She glanced around, realizing there wasn’t enough time to exchange jobs with anyone before he approached the register. She pulled the sunglasses out of her hair and put them on. Maybe that would be enough of a disguise.
“Hey, you have any of those shrimp samplers?”
“We only serve one type of shrimp, sir.”
He sighed. “Fine. Give me that.”
“Do you want twelve or twenty?”
“Twenty,” the man replied.
“Anything else?”
The man grumbled out a no, so she rang him up before handing him his receipt.
“We’ll call your number when your order is ready.”
“You know, you remind me of my daughter.”
She didn’t respond, busying herself by scrolling through all the orders from that evening. He didn’t speak again, but he also didn’t bother leaving. She looked up at him.
“Sir, would you please move? I’m sure there will be other costumers that I need to speak to soon.”
“They’re not here now.”
She rolled her eyes. He was just as obnoxious as she’d remembered him being seventeen years ago. Instead of responding to him, she grabbed the tip jar and began counting the bills in it. He shoved a twenty into her hand, and she finally snapped. She shoved all the bills back in the jar and pulled her sunglasses off.
“Sir, I have asked you to leave. You need to respect that and leave me alone.”
“Jasmine?”
She ground her teeth. Great. Now he recognized her.
“I’ve been looking all over for you! How’s Mason? And your mother?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Why not?”
“You left us seventeen years ago. You made that decision, so now you’re stuck with it.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I want to make it up to you guys now.”
“You sure didn’t seem sorry when you cheated on Mum. Mason was a newborn!”
He seemed disgruntled with the fact that she had pointed this out, and she rolled her eyes. She pulled the bill he’d handed her out of the tip jar and smacked it down in front of him on the counter.
“Have a good evening. And please, never come see me again.”
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Jasmine was still bothered by this when Jin called that night.
“Can you believe the nerve?” She cried. As she twisted a section of her hair. “Thinks he can just come back into my life like that after what he did?”
Jin chewed his ramen as he stared off into space, lost in thought. “I can’t even think of why he’d think you’d be happy to see him,” he admitted after swallowing.
She huffed and threw her comb onto her table. “I don’t know either! I don’t even know if I should tell Mum. Mason could find out, and I’m not really sure I want him to.”
Jin nodded. “Does he know your dad cheated?”
“Yeah. He knows. He asked about it when he was twelve or thirteen, and we weren’t gonna lie to him, so we told him.” She sighed. “He’s not a little kid anymore, I guess. I just know how much it sucked for me to see him, and he was here when I was growing up!” She picked her comb back up and ripped it through her hair before wincing. “Ok, I should not be doing this while we’re talking about this.”
“I mean, you could just leave it like that,” Jin teased. “You look cute.”
She groaned. “I wish! It’ll be a disaster in a morning if I leave it like this, though.”
She glanced up at her mirror and giggled. The majority of the left side of her head had been put into twists, but the right side of her hair was still loose and puffy.
“You think this is cute?”
“Of course,” Jin nodded. “You’re always cute. I haven’t seen your hair not in braids for a while, though.”
“I was more ambitious at fourteen,” she smiled. “I don’t have time to do my hair every night most of the time.”
“I guess you’ll have to teach me, then, so I can do your hair every night when we’re married.”
“Married? Jin! We’ve been dating for less than a month!”
He shrugged. “So?”
“So…how do you know you’re gonna marry me?”
“Do you think I’m not going to?”
Her eyes travelled away from her phone. “Um…well, no. But we’ve barely spoken for two months, and…I don’t know.”
“I wanted to marry you fifteen years ago. That hasn’t changed,” Jin admitted quietly before taking another bite of noodles.
She cleared her throat and picked her comb back up, this time carefully sectioning her hair. She didn’t know how to respond to what he’d just said. Once that section of hair had been twisted, she set her comb back down again.
“You barely know me now.”
He glanced up at his phone. “Is that so? Do you not want to marry me?“
“It’s not that…” she muttered. “I’m just not fourteen anymore.”
“And neither am I,” he reminded her. “I knew when I saw you in the crowd that this was our second chance. It isn’t a coincidence that we met again. Do you know how many people I saw at that concert? In the whole of Australia? Probably five hundred people. And out of all of them, one of them was you.”
She nodded. “I guess we’ll find out.”
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It didn’t take long for Jasmine’s dad to come back to the surf shack. Every time, he bought a boatload of shrimp and stood next to the shack as he ate it. And every time, Jasmine made sure she was working the grill. He couldn’t reach her there.
Mason caught onto it eventually. He visited the shack one evening and the look on Jasmine’s face when she saw their dad was enough to tell him what was up. He snuck behind the counter to talk to Jasmine.
“You seem to know the guy standing by the bar,” he nudged her.
She ground her teeth. “He’s still there?”
“Yeah.”
“Goodness. Can’t he leave already?”
“Who is he?”
She turned just enough to glance at the man before turning her attention back to Mason. “That…is our dad. He’s been stalking me for weeks.”
“You want me to get rid of him?”
She sighed. “It’s fine. He’ll understand eventually that I don’t want to talk to him.”
“What’s he doing here?”
“He wants me to talk to him. I won’t. There’s nothing for me to talk to him about.”
He hummed. “How’s Jin?”
She bit her lip. “He’s fine.”
“Really? It’s been a while since I heard you on the phone with him.“
“We haven’t talked in a few days.”
Mason waited for her to say more, but she didn’t, so he egged her on. “Is he busy…? Or?”
“I suppose maybe he is. I don’t know.”
He sighed and crossed his arms. “What’s up?”
“I just,” she laughed. “He said he wants to marry me. What am I supposed to say to that?”
“Well, don’t you want to marry him?”
She sighed. “I mean, yes. But how can I know for sure yet?”
“I think when you know, you know.”
She scowled. “You’re seventeen. You don’t understand yet.” She poked him in the side.
“Hey!” He swatted her hand away. “You can’t discount me just because I’m young!”
“Yes, I can, actually,” she said, poking him again, this time with the spatula. Then she groaned. “I need to clean this now.”
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Jasmine called Jin that night for the first time in a few days. She wasn’t sure if he’d been intentionally ignoring her, or if he thought she just needed space. Either way, she didn’t like it. Their relationship had never been uncomfortable, and she wasn’t about to let it be now.
The phone rang four times before Jin answered.
“Hi there.”
“Hey,” Jasmine replied. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“I’ve been distant the past few weeks.”
Jin hummed. “Is your dad still bothering you?”
“Not really. I’ve been ignoring him. This isn’t about that, though. It’s about what you said three weeks ago.”
“I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. That was not my intention, Jas.”
“I know,” she sighed. “That’s why I’m apologizing. You did nothing wrong.”
Jin was silent, so she continued.
“I do want to marry you someday, Jin. Just, can we take things slow for now?”
“Of course!” he replied. “It was never my intent to rush into things; I just wanted you to know how I felt.“
She breathed a sigh of relief and let out a laugh. “Oh, good. So, we’ll put marriage on the back burner for now?”
“Only if you promise to come see me soon,” he teased.
“I think I can arrange something.”
This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here
A/N: bestie girl is back!!! And this story was way longer than originally intended so um? Yay?
It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!
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Beneath The Click
Summary: tapping and swiping on your phone was different, actually talking and hearing him right now?... Not so much.
Pairing: Mammon x F!Reader
Warnings: Spoilers from various lessons of Obey Me!, Cursing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Notes: This is one pairing fanfic only, the relationship with other brothers are mostly platonic.
Chapter 1 - Meeting
There were bright lights hanging above him, the succubi wanting his attention but he kept pushing them away and downing himself on a few glasses of Siren Tears. He grabbed himself a second batch of Hellsauce ramen with extra guardian eyes and newt legs, before rolling his eyes at the Corpse Rock song blaring across the Devildom Den.
It was the most boring night club in all Devildom, simply because there are no gang fights, no drunken arguments, and no gambling. The only thing they are allowed to do so is dance, mingle, and get drunk. Those who accidentally shouts or at least speaks in higher tone, is immediately thrown out by the school patrol.
It was specifically requested by Diavolo, to at least let the Demons mingle with one another and get the Angels, interested in the way demons are. Diavolo loves honesty, and yet, even Mammon can agree that the Devildom Den isn't a good light to show to the Angels and get them to be friends with Demons.
But now, he can't bring himself to care. He just wants to drink out all the pressure, the hurt, and the words, fuck, especially the words. He had just gotten into another round of Bullying the Hell Out of Mammon™ session with his brothers and it succeeded, as always, in making Mammom storm out in anger and fly to the Devildom Den. The Siren Tears exploded in his throat, quite like fangs biting across his esophagus and getting drowned into his stomach for all he care, there the Siren Tears began to bubble up, as if there were sirens crying inside him.
It was his favorite drink, because at least, someone cries for him. He didn't know when it actually started, but it had been so long ago, millenniums, even, when his brothers began their endless teasing on him that lasts for days. He just ignored it, of course. He let them bully him, ignore him, and just plainly hurt him, if that's what makes them happy.
Mammon never liked to tell about his feelings, he'd rather have someone else do that for him. And so, he downs another Siren Tears before getting up from his seat. There were three witches eyeing him up and down. Of course, he was still the Avatar of Greed, the second eldest based on power and he can definitely charm anyone if he wants to.
But Mammon never found the idea of doing so. He "liked" some demons, gone out a few dates but never really went past the kissing and the saying of i love you's because Mammon fears that they were only after his money.
He ignored the three student witches and staggered out of the Devildom Den. He morphed into his demon form, his wings fluttering upon release and he breathed out the bloodied scent of Devildom.
"Ya, tha's what I'm talkin' 'bout."
He groaned, stretching the wings oit completely and flew into the dark skies, away from the Devildom Academy.
And he fucking regrets that right now. The cries of the Sirens now are inside his head, screaming and thrashing in his mind, making him dizzy.
"Ugh, fuckin' hell."
He muttered, blinking blearily at the sight before him. It was a golden and red hue, he doubled over thinking it was his glasses making him see that before heaving himself up the ground and feeling his face.
"Ah, eh?"
Mammon rubbed his eyes, and blinked once more, everything becoming clear.
"Oh my Diavolo."
Just a couple more miles and he's already at the Human World Border. How the fuck did he managed to fly towards the Human World? It's atleast a day away of flying when coming from the Academy. Mammon prides himself in being the fastest demon, even going above Lucifer and Diavolo. Yet, he can't fathom that drunk him would just fly into the border, and shi-, if he probably had drunk more, he would be at the Human World.
Agh, this is all his fault. This is definitely why his brothers call him StupidMammon or Idiot, the simple capital I in that already spikes towards him, and nothing more. He's still so drained from flying and the drinks, and yet, he can't help but worry with not attending class today.
It was the day that Diavolo introduces the human exchange student. The demon exchanged for her was Belphegor, according to Lucifer, Belphie living in the Human World can help him expand his views on what humans truly are and the virtues they carry.
Ha.
Even Lucifer had lost his virtues a long time ago, all of them had lost it. Drowned in pits of pride, greed, envy, and more, virtues in them had been swept away just like when they fell from the Celestial Realm.
He patted his arms and his pants. Transforming back into a human had always been messy, especially when he flew to the borders and saw the Red River. It was a sort of name to the Human World Border, where the sun meets the edge of Devildom, the closest to a sunset any demon or sinner can see. It wasn't beautiful in anyway to Mammon, it made him remember the bloodshed, the fangs protruding out of his mouth, and the voice.
"Let it all out, my creation."
He froze, fuck, even from the deepest pit of hell he can still hear the demon king. The painful twists and bends of his sheer being. It's still all there. His head was swirling again, this time, not from the alcohol. No, this so much worse.
Then, his D.D.D rang.
The name was already shining brightly on the screen, Lucifer.
"Shit."
Knowing Lucifer would just find him anyways with his familiar if Mammon doesn't answer, he clicked it immediately.
"Yoooo."
He greeted, trying to appear nonchalant and making it seem like he's not at the Devildom Border, suffering a hungover and hungry. On the other side, a timid, shy "Hi." came to his ears. He immediately knew that it definitely wasn't Lucifer. It was a sweet, soft voice, as if trying to make themself small, and he blamed his hunger for his stomach doing backflips at the sound of the voice.
"Huh? Who the hell are ya? You ain't Lucifer."
"I'm a human."
Huh? A human, what could a human want right now from him?
"Geez, I was here gettin' all chilly, thinkin' it was Lucifer again. Ya shoul've told me sooner!"
He scolded, trying to scare the human away. The human didn't reply for a bit and he immediately felt guilty. Changing the topic, he gave a small smile and asked,
"So! What business have ya got with THE Great Mammon?!"
He heard a small laugh, and it gave him dragonclouds floating and biting his heart. Shit, he definitely would make way for a hellsauce ramen.
"You will be in charge of me from now on."
What. Wait, what? That's just crazy.
"No way, there's nothin' in it for me. And whaddya even mean 'in charge of you'?"
He was already making his way down the gates of hell, he waved a bit to Virgil and the Grim Reaper who rolled his eyes at them. Eh, who can blame them, millions of humans crossing the gates of hell every day and begging for forgiveness. As the line on the other end die a bit due to him flying, he had a little time to think about the voice on the other end. Human and he'll be in charge of her.
Oh.
"Ah! You're the Human!—" He choked in shock, shit- "The exchange student!"
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Maybe he can buy more time, all he gotta do is act stupidly and pretend he doesn't know what the human is talking about.
"Well, g'luck with tha'."
He was actually a bit surprised. The human is kind of patient with him, if this is anyone of his brother's, they would have ranted out at how stupid he is that he can probably be already in RAD but they aren't finished telling a story of the time Mammon acts stupid.
"Lucifer called for you."
Oh, well, what would even lead someone to actually talk to him on their will. It's usually just when Lucifer asks for them.
"Pfft. Whatever. Ya think THE Mammon would listen to ya' just cause you're tryin' to scare me with a little name?"
He was already by the fifth gate of hell, where he can already see the Hocus Pocus shop. Just a few more minutes and he'd be in RAD.
"You got 10 seconds. 10... 9..."
Oh shit.
"YESSIR!"
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You moved the phone at an arm's length from you with the scream from the other side.
"Ah, that's strange. Mammon would usually not answer when it is my number calling him."
Lucifer spoke beside you, a small smirk playing in his lips. You tried your best not to blush, you heard Mammon, your favorite demon amongst the brothers. You heard his voice, not just through your phone that is connected as an app that you know is some sort of programmed response. This is him. The Great Mammon. You were still staring into space, you tried your best to get your head focused and not give away anything. Who knows what would happen with you if you are almost like Barbatos with your knowledge about the Devildom and the experiences it has. The sound of doors banging open made its way to you and Lucifer winced a little at the sound.
"It seems like the idiot had arrived as well."
The meeting room opened, and the certain white-haired demon, wearing the messily arranged clothing. His jacket was opened and shortened to his hips. His cape was also shortened, with slight tatters on the side. The Student Council badge proudly laying on his right shoulder. His yellow tie was crooked and you are so tempted to walk over him and fix the tie, knowing that in a few days that would send him in a blushing and sputtering mess.
"HEY! Just who do you think you are, human? You've got a lot of nerve summoning the Great Mammon!"
You really can't help it. He is just so damn cute that you smiled widely upon seeing him. It sent Barbatos to raise an eyebrow at your actions, he can read your actions in a more critical manner than Diavolo and Lucifer. Satan would've noticed, if Mammon didn't continue his little rant at you.
"Listen up, because I am only gonna say this once. If you value your life, then you'll hand all of your money now. Otherwise, I'll wipe that stupid happy-go-lucky look right off your face... by... eating you! Startin at your head and working my way down until-"
Lucifer was also watching you, wondering when will you flinch but you didn't. You were somewhat giggling but also silent. Even so, he thought you'd be as scared as how you were with him when you woke up.
"Mammon, shut up or i'll punch you!"
Before Mammon could reply, Lucifer already did.
"GAH! OW!"
You were woken up from Mammon's scream and Satan took it as a way to give you a small smile and gesture over his brother while Mammon screech at Lucifer's actions.
"MC, Mammon here is the Avatar of Greed. He governs and oversees all form of it. When he takes liking to someone, they'll suddenly be surrounded with money and when he decides to break it off, all the money evaporates and they are left without a single Grimm."
You looked down at yourself, shit. The Grimm, you truly forgot about that one.
"And he is also a masochist. That part is important."
Asmodeus laughed behind you, his light pink hair and strong scent getting near you as he walked over. Lucifer spoke once more before Asmodeus can keep teasing his brother.
"Mammon, you are going to be in charge of seeing this human's needs during the whole exchange and I expect your full cooperation."
Asmodeus perked up behind you.
"Awh, I'm so jealous of you, Mammon!"
"Then why don't you do it, Asmo?!"
"Hell no, too lazy."
It kind of reminded you of Belphegor when Asmodeus said that. You felt cold, wondering if you would still follow through the voice, knowing Belphegor was there or just get it over with and call Lucifer out on his bullshit. Would you able to pact Satan and Asmodeus if you did that, though? Would you want to pact with them?
You aren't sure.
"Helllloooo? Earth to human? Are you even listening to me? What's wrong with this one?"
You flinched, forgetting that you are with them. Shit, will you be really attending classes now? What about the dance battles?
"We had decided with who is in charge of you. Now, on to the next subject, your tasks."
Lucifer spoke, Mammon indignantly shouting behind him.
"Will I get tests?"
Your mind was still backtracking on how to deal with the dance battles or if you'll actually suffer through classes instead.
"Good question... You would, but your main task is to polish your soul up nicely and resist demons."
Oh yeah, then what if they can't resist you?
"My soul?"
You asked, still feigning ignorance.
"Demons like humans with nice souls. Think of it this way, human souls are like shiny jewels. Demons will use their wisdom and powers to tempt you and get their hands on your soul."
You vaguely remembered the time you made a pact with him. You remembered trying out saying yes then refusing him, only for it to end up in the same result. Will it also happen here?
You aren't quite sure.
"What happens if I lose?"
You don't feel as confident anymore. Of course it isn't just you swiping on your phone anymore, this is really real. Dealing with them, 24/7 and talking with them in real life, not just chatting them because you finished one task or because you had leveled up your intimacy with them.
"There is no penalty in that. Unless you would want me to create one for you, hm?"
His sadistic side gave you goosebumps, making you give him a bemused expression.
"There, there, don't give me that look. My brothers and I will lend you our powers throughout your stay in Devildom."
You were waiting for him to say dance battles, but instead, he held out his hand to you, eyes dark and as if there's secrets beneath them tempting you to uncover.
"Why don't you try it out, MC?"
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Parts: Part 2
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When Kariya was Thinking About His Fate
Somewhere in Tokyo, Late September, 2018
"Masaki-san, have you, who have been connected to Aria for about 48 years, ever had a crush on someone?" Kariya's words instantly choked Masaki who was sipping his ramen broth.
After he drank his whole cup of green tea, Masaki replied, "What kind of creature do you think I am? If I'm human, how could I never be?"
Kariya was silent for a while. He tried to think why he had to ask that question. Now he felt so stupid.
Now it was Masaki's turn to ask him, "Why do you ask?"
"Huh? Ummm, that... Ah! How's the girl you like? Is she fine?" Answer Kariya with a nervous tone.
"Yeah, she's okay. She's not a Jujutsu Sorcerer so I guess she will continue to live as it." Answer Masaki.
Kariya replied "Oh, then glad to hear tha–"
"She will continue to live happily with her husband and their kids." Masaki cut Kariya's words.
With a shocked tone, Kariya was stunned and said, "Huh?" He was wide-eyed at Masaki's words.
Masaki also said, "I still remember very well when after ten years we never met because I was busy traveling and suddenly he came to Akiyama Shrine when I was in Japan. She came with her three children and her husband to pray. At that time I felt broken, but for what? After all, she's happy."
Recalling all the memories of the conversation he had with Masaki 14 years ago, Kariya is now daydreaming at the window.
Suddenly there was a voice, "Saben bengi aku~ Gak iso turu~ Gak iso turu~ Mikirno awakmu~ Saben bengi aku~ Gak iso turu~ Gak iso turu~ Kelingan awakmu~"
Kariya suddenly turned his head and he found Andra who approached him while singing, "Oh, It's you."
Andra replied, "Kariya Takasugi, the young master of the Takasugi family, is contemplating, it seems. I know exactly what you're thinking. It must be about love."
Kariya tried to dodge as he looked away, "What a nonsense."
Andra answered again, while closing his eyes and acting like a wise man, "I can't say anything without proof. Megumi is fine, Zakumaru and the rest of Takasugi are fine too, all your juniors are fine. Well, maybe you're thinking about Tsumiki, who's still in a coma, but I don't think it's possible for you to contemplate that. Of course you think about women. What else can you think about when you're not thinking about anything other than that?"
He then opened his eyes and continued, "Must be about Utahime, right?"
"Tch." Kariya became irritated and he jumped out of his house, "What song were you trying to sing earlier? What does that mean?"
Andra, who followed Kariya to jump out of his house, then explained, "Ah, that. I forgot you don't understand Javanese. That's a song from an Indonesian film that I watched last February. The title of the song is Gak Iso Turu which means ‘Can't Sleep’. The part I sang before was the chorus, if i translate it it will be like this, Every night ~ I can't sleep~ I can't sleep~ Thinking of you~ Every night ~ I can't sleep~ I can't sleep~ Remembering you~"
After hearing that, Kariya started to daydreaming again but this time he stood up. Andra who realized this took a sigh.
"Ngelamun meneh cah iki. Kariya! If you daydream too much, you can be possessed by a ghost, you know?" Say Andra while slapping Kariya's shoulder.
#jjk oc#jjk#jujutsu kaisen oc#jujutsu kaisen#canon x oc#kariya takasugi#andra adji atmojo#iori utahime#kariuta#kariya x utahime
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oooo you wanna tell me about et cetera sooo bad who’s all innit what’s going on what’s everyone’s favorite foods
OH MY GOODNESS OKAY....... loaded question...
SO SO SO
Et Cetera is my beautiful..... mindscape. my mind palace my........ oc.place. Basically all my oc stories fall into an omniverse(?) and outside that omniverse lies Et Cetera !! its basically where a lot of one off / story-less characters end up.
Its basically this big white void that shifts its appearance based on plot convenience. so it could be an endless void, it could be an office space, a small house - whatever fits the moment is what it is
Within EtC, lies.... an abundance of characters. The main ones being PM, ROY, and Feck [not 583]! There's a handful more like PD, Cal, Candy, Dopamine, the ANE trio, yada yada.
Pm, ROY and Feck are basically like...... guardians. Head guys - they watch over stuff and make sure everything's actually running okay and nothings getting out of hand. Which is where the Doors come in! Behind each Door is a project, or a plotline. Some Doors lead to hallways, others lead straight into the story.
PM watches over.. almost everything. They are like- the Main main guy. But she usually sticks around ANE since.. he's the body of them. ROY sorta floats between things, not really committed to one or another project. It's kinda just here, but still super important. Feck sticks around 583 and anything that is similar to it [the spider-sona projects are included in this for . reasons]
oh god this is getting long uhm....... yeah. thats the main grounds of Et Cetera. the background if you will....... tha lore..
as for the fav foods question:
PM- she likes super lazy, carb-y foods. so like ramen and microwavable potatoes. also tea and apple cider
ROY- he's about the same, but prefers meaty foods. it's a fan of sandwiches and steaks, and likes a nice lemonade to go with it.
Feck- i feel like it'd run mostly on like- your stereotypical emo diet..... so like monster energy drinks and sour candy and. like neon colors iunno
PD- he doesn't like to eat. purely because he never feels the need to, nor does he get hunger pains.
Cal- she's like if a strawberry poptart was real i think. so lets say that. she likes sweet, fruity things. very cutesy
Candy- she cant eat either, on account of not having a mouth nor having internal organs (i think)
Dopamine- this guy eats like. rocks. or plants. or something. he doesnt understand food
#ipfy dot txt#you axolotl of questions#breadhalfburnt#ANE dont get to eat they're too busy killing each other#SORRY THIS TEXTPOST IS SO LONG.#et cetera#ocposting#long post#THROWS UP AND THATS NOT EVEN THE PLOT. THATS JUST BACKGROUND INFO.#sighs..
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