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melancholymetropolis · 3 months

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Exchange pt. II

plot: In which Gojo makes a late night phone call to his wife.

pairings: Clan Leader!Gojo Saturo x Lawyer!Reader

genre(s): Second Chance; Hurt with Comfort

warnings: unedited (mostly). This is the fluffiest fluff I have written in the while. TEASING. Gojo is a comedian. SWEARING. use of AAVE (y/n is black as hell. wears a bonnet and everything). longing. Argument (no name calling). RAISED VOICES. sad boi gojo. guilty reader. get ready for the feels.

song association: Don't by Bryson Tiller

a/n: ya girl has some good news!

w.c: 3.0k

part(s): Part I

Upon shutting off the apartment’s showerhead, I could hear my phone buzzing in the distance. I wrapped my towel around my body and took swift strides back to the bedroom. Lifting my glasses off my nightstand, I placed them on my face before picking up the device. Instead of it being a friend from overseas, not understanding the time difference, it was an idiot who understood it very well.

Gojo: pssss

Gojo: wifey. . .

Gojo: are you up??????

Y/N: It’s almost midnight. What could you possibly want?

Several moments after the message was sent, the phone started to ring.

Gojo was calling.

I rolled my eyes at the sentiment. Ever since our lunch several days before, the taller gentleman was borderline clingy. He texted me at any free moment of the day, asking me what I was doing and when I was free for our next hangout session. I’d always blow him off. Telling him I had a prior engagement with someone else. I would say that the bride needed me to help her with Honeymoon stuff or the Maid of Honor misplaced her work and I needed to help her look for it. I would use any and every excuse in order to avoid speaking to him for longer than I needed to. It was clear that Gojo intended to make up for lost time while I was in Japan. He took his proposal to hang out very seriously and wanted me to fulfill my end of the bargain. Part of me almost felt bad from blowing him. Gojo was mostly harmless in his delivery and didn’t pose any real threat to my lifestyle. He seemed to be very forgiving with my excuses and never pressed me for blowing him off. The only thing he ever did was send almost a dozen crying emojis and claim I was abandoning our child. Apparently we were having a little girl, which he named her Naomi.

Even though the white haired man was beyond ridiculous, he never failed to make me laugh.

I reached toward the nightstand for my wireless earbuds and connected them to the device. I placed one in my right ear and accepted the call.

“Sweetheart!!!” Gojo whined on the other line. “What took you so long to answer the phone? I could’ve died on the other line!”

“But are you dead?” I replied, rising from my seat on the bed.

“That’s not the point!” He exclaimed. “And besides, what are you doing right now anyway?”

I walked over to the vanity mirror and lifted my leg on the low bench. I twisted the lid from the cocoa butter and scooped some in my hands. “Well, I just got out of the shower and have started my skincare routine. Why?” I warmed the cream between my palms and started to glide it down my leg.

“How do you feel about going on a food run?”

“Right now?” I scooped more product into my palm.

“Yup!”

I switched legs and massaged the butter into my skin. The guilt of blowing him off was eating away at my being. Gojo seemed to be making a genuine effort to get to know me and I was shutting him off. I was never usually the person to deny someone’s efforts and often cheered for a job done well. As much as I wanted to treat him like everyone else, I realized I couldn’t; because he wasn’t like anyone else. He was my husband, at least on paper. From what I could tell, he was pretty kind and patient with me, despite his idiotic tendencies. Those feelings from Vegas started to reappear once again. They always came back harder the longer I shoved them down.

I started to rub the butter on my arms. “Let me guess, you’re having pregnancy cravings? Want me to buy you some pickles and ice cream?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of katsu sandos,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But ice cream sounds nice. Hold the pickles.”

I shook my head with a smile. “Okay, pregnant lady. If I do this, you better not expect anything from me to get dressed up for you. It’s too late for that.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You are getting yoga pants and a goddamned sweatshirt. Better be lucky I am not wearing my bonnet outside.”

“Damn, you aren’t?” He pretended to sound shocked. “Now I gotta take mine off and fix my baby hairs.”

Explosive laughter erupted from my being and I felt myself hold onto the vanity to steady myself. “Gojo, what the hell do you know about baby hairs?”

“I know enough,” he conceded. “I am trying to do all my research now, so Naomi can have all the flyest hairstyles on the playground.”

“Gojo, get the hell off my phone with this mess,” I giggled. “You are too much.”

“I am just enough for you, baby. Don’t you forget it.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “I’ll text you the address to my apartment. Hurry your ass up before I change my mind.”

“Okay. Love you, boo!”

“Imma beat your ass.”

My eyes flickered to Gojo’s right hand. It rested on the arm rest between us and started to flex repeatedly. The silence between us was comfortable. It cuddled against our awkward bodies and almost became a second skin. This was the first time we were truly alone together in the past six months. There were no waiters asking for our order or any wandering eyes gazing upon us from the wedding party. It was simply just him and I; in a car, driving to god knows where, in the middle of the night. There was so much that could be said in that moment. So much I wanted to say, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I wasn’t ready and I had the feeling he felt the same way. It was easy to mask emotions in a crowd. It was easy to tell a joke to break tension and get a laugh out of company. Yet, it was extremely hard to be open with anyone you deemed dear. His eyes flickered over to me with such longing it made my heart ache. Those feelings from Vegas were flickering up once again and I tried to ignore them.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” he said with a smirk. “You look like a completely different person.”

I nervously readjusted the thick frames on my face. “In a good way or a bad way?”

“In a sexy way,” he answered, earning a scuff out of me. “I feel like this would be a bad time to mention I have a glasses kink.”

Laughter bubbled out of me and I found myself shaking my head. “You are unbelievable.”

“I am being so serious right now. Those glasses are doing things to me,” his eyes flickered over to me. “You are seducing with those thick frames and I am trying my best to behave.”

“Oh god, please stop,” I giggled. “How can I be seducing you in some leggings and a sweatshirt?”

“Baby, you could be wearing a plastic bag and I would rip that thing off with my teeth,” he replied with a wide smile. “You are gorgeous, sweetheart, and I will remind you of that every chance I get.”

My eyes flickered down to his lone right hand on the arm rest. The palm was soft pink and wide. There were callouses across pads of the fingers, almost like he played some sort of stringed instrument. Before I could stop myself, I felt my hand fall into his grasp. Electric sparks pulsed through my body as we touched. His grip on my hand tightened and his thumb rubbed against my knuckles. He pulled my hand gently to his lips and gave my fingers a kiss. A sweet smile fell on my lips at the embrace. My mind easing to a calm that wasn't there before.

Unlike any other union I had prior, Gojo didn't give me butterflies or bring a blush to my cheeks. He gave me a sense of ease that no one else had presented. In all my other relationships before him, platonic or romantic, someone had always wanted something from me. I had to fit a mold to solidify our relationship. I had to be the perfect daughter for my parents. The unpaid therapist for my friends. The forgiving partner to my ex lover. The cut throat divorce lawyer. I always had to fulfill a label and my personhood was seen as a performance to them. I was never simply Y/N. I could never truly exist amongst them.

That had been before I met Gojo.

He seemed to like me as I am. Actually, he encouraged me to authentically express myself. He didn't take it personally when I snapped at him. He was offended when I was coarse with him at the wedding, he simply adjusted his approach. Instead of being so direct, he became playful. Non-threatening. He was slowly making me feel comfortable around him. Easing the thick tension between us. The fear that I originally felt in the beginning had clouded my judgment. I couldn’t think clearly.

Sure, being married to a stranger is scary. There is a lot that could go wrong. However, if all had gone right in Vegas, and if we didn't live in two completely different countries, we'd probably be dating already. Gojo would have most likely met my friends. Spent a night at my condo. Made me breakfast the night after our sleepover. He probably would have invited me to his place the next weekend.

We'd already been 6 months in a sickly sweet relationship.

Would I have loved him by now?

“What's that look?” His husky voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. “I don't like that look. What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“Nothing, I just…” I trailed off, turning away from his gaze. “Just thinking is all.”

He hummed, unamused, and squeezed my hand again. “You don’t have to hide your thoughts from me, Y/N. I am a big boy, I can handle the heat.” Gojo kissed my fingers again. “And besides, in order to get through it, we have to talk about it.”

A shaky sigh slipped from my lips and I wiggled my hand from his grasp. I wrapped both arms around myself and turned my body away from him. My eyes quirked at the twinkling street lights and billboards of Osaka. My skin was bathed in a crimson light that directly reflected the internal wound that bled into my foul mood. There was a war happening within my head and I could barely present him with the cause of it. At least, not the true cause. There were so many things that I wanted to say, secrets that I wanted to tell him. However, I knew it was too soon. He was still a stranger. A man that I met a little more than a few times in the last couple of months. A friend of a friend— an acquaintance. It would be too easy for him to leave me if he knew the truth. The whole truth. It was the thing that made me leave my hometown and start over. The thing that made me cut my parents off and change my name. The thing that I shoved so far down that I ripped me apart when it reopened.

The car came to an eased halt and pulled into an empty space in front of the restaurant. The open sign was flickering on and off, a marketing ploy. It wanted to draw people in to observe its beautiful open concept kitchen and glorious display of fresh ingredients. The tactic must’ve been a successful one, since the place was nearly packed at half past midnight. By the smile on their faces, I know the passengers were more than happy with their purchase. It made me want to try it.

A warm hand gripped my knee and gave it a firm squeeze. I felt my body tense from the pressure. I slowly turned to face the car’s driver. There was a noticeable frown situated on his face and a terrible look of worry situated between his brows. My silence had not made him happy. Not one bit.

His hand slipped into mine and he brought his knuckles to mouth for a kiss.

“Whatever you need to say or ask, I am right here,” he said quietly. “I will remain here for as long as you need me to be. You’ll always have my support.”

His bright blue eyes were poured into me; like hot water in a teacup. He was moments away from drinking me in.

A releasing a trembling sigh, I finally asked the question that had been on my mind since our lunch date.

“Why do you want me to remain your wife if our marriage was a mistake?”

At that moment, I watched his eyes dim. Their bright, exhilarating, electric blue faded to a gloomy navy that shook me to my core. Pain contorted his features into an expression I didn’t recognize. He had never expected those words to come out of mouth. Not after all the time we spent together. Not after the pact we made to at least “hang out”. Not after I made the first step to ignite an embrace just moments before. Reaching out for his hand had broken the stalemate between us. We were no longer adults navigating unknown territory, who were scared of the word “marriage”. It symbolized the potential for something else. It made room for something new to blossom between us. The beginnings of a new love story were on the horizon, at least before I called our union a “mistake”.

The painful look was still on his face when he spoke moments later.

“Our marriage is not a mistake,” he said just above a whisper. “Accidental, yes. It is no mistake.”

I waited a moment for him to explain.

“Mistake insinuates regret for said action; whereas an accident is an unlikely outcome. It has far less of a negative connotation than a goddamn “mistake”.”

He spat out the word like it was poison. His voice gradually rose with each word until it reached its normal volume. The pain on his face had shifted to a soft look of anger. He looked insulted that I would even use that word to describe our union. Utterly appalled that I would think he’d regret our marriage.

“I just. . .” He cut himself off, ripping his gaze from my face. “Do you really think I would want to hang out with you if I thought this marriage was a mistake?”

“Well. . . no”

“Do you think I'm some conservative wannabe that frowns upon divorce?” His eyes fell back on me, anger causing his brows to lower. “That I am trying to trap you and keep you hidden away from prying eyes?”

“Of course not!” I conceded.

“Then, what is it?” He snapped. “Because I’m really trying here. I get that this situation is not ideal for you, but I am trying my best to make it work, Y/N. It just seems like you don’t even care about me or what we had during that weekend in Vegas. You are so ready to give it up and leave everything behind. Leave me behind. Like everyone else.”

The last three words were quieter than a whisper. Somber and true. It made my heart ache and my mind buzz with worry. The little pieces that Gojo Saturo fed me about his life started to all make sense. He was the only child and the first in his whole generation to achieve a very specific goal. Power. What that power was— I had no idea. He didn’t go into detail, but I knew it was something he wore with pride. However, I knew that he wore it with regret as well. There was a weight on his shoulders that only he could carry. It seemed as though he was carrying the responsibilities of his whole family with him everywhere he went. He never had a break with his duties; they consumed his every waking moment. It made it hard for him to mingle, to date, to llsimply exist without a group of people breathing down his neck. The relationships he had made outside of his family never lasted, from what I could gather from his last sentiment. They stole too much of his attention for him to create anything meaningful with them. Just like a flower lacking water, the relationships would wither and eventually die; which left Saturo back at square one. Alone. Miserable. Unhappy.

A deep sigh erupted from his being as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. That was not okay and completely unlcalled for. Please forgive me, sweetheart.”

Without much of second thought, I found myself unbuckling my seatbelt and leaning toward him in my seat. My long arms encased around his slumped form and held him tightly. I felt his body immediately tense underneath my embrace. His limbs were stiff and unmoving, while his breath remained caught in his throat. He was not breathing. I squeezed him even tighter, forcing him to take a deep breath from the constraint. His body melted in my arms moments later. He pivoted his body towards the passenger seat and wiggled his arms from his side. Gojo raised the muscular limbs and engulfed me in what I could only describe as a bear hung. He held me as though I were meant to disappear at any given moment. As if someone would steal me away from this. From him. At that moment, I felt like I meant everything to him. As if I were his entire world. It made my soul weep.

A series of buzzing erupted from the glove compartment. A message flashed on the car's dashboard:

Order: 2333

Ready for pick up! Come to the takeout window with this text message.

"Your phone is buzzing," I said, lowering my head back to his shoulder.

He hummed in response.

"Our order is ready."

Gojo's arms wrapped around me tighter. "Can we. . . Can we stay like this? Just a little bit longer?"

I felt my body melt into his touch. "Of course."

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a/n: ya bitch got into grad school! which is why i haven't been posting!!! trying to figure out the financial aid situation, but it looks like we are going back to school in the fall! also, please please please tell me if you are feeling this series. i have another one in mind, but i am on the fence. also, let me know if you would like to be on the official taglist for this series!

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s0rinsleeps · 10 months

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Twit cap: What if I went full TLOU ellie mode to protect my sister and u knew and didn’t tell the cops bcs u think I’m sooo sexy and sooo mysterious

ALOT OF DETAILS IF U WANT THEM UNDER THE CUT

Very very random spontaneous au moment!!

•Vander let’s vi/pow live in a secluded cabin in the woods to get them away from his shady lifestyle (he wants to quit but silco and Co. want him dead) anyway vi does her best to protect them both but unfortunately Powder gets kidnapped. (They want to use her as leverage against Vander) And well,, vi as said above, does what she has to do to get her sis back. Brutally. In her rage she fucks up and leaves incriminating evidence behind, so, desperate, she goes to the only other person she knows.

•Caitlyn learns abt this and decides to protect Vi and fuck up evidence to help vi hide. Vi feels guilty for letting Caitlyn get caught up in her mess but caitlyn tbh doesn’t gaf (we Stan a morally questionable woman) and she just wants silco and co captured./ they r wanted for. A numerous amount of things, drugs, murder, etc.

•(Also vi befriended Caitlyn a bit before this happened. I was thinking that the two met after Cait caught Powder practicing her marksmanship in the woods. Caitlyn is a detective for the local town and is curious abt the two. Although a bit moreso of the scary woman who looks like she’s never seen a bed in her life lol.)

-Was also thinking of giving Vander and vi a unstable/complicated relationship. ?

•Vi loves Vander like a father (classic he took them in at a very young age blah blah) but still hates the fact that her and powder have been dragged into all this, also he kind is bad dad (sorry) and doesn’t know how to give vi the emotional support she needs/she still becomes basically a mom for powder since he’s usually never home.

-Vander is trying his best, very much reflective of how he is in canon. The whole, ‘I’m trying to keep u alive but it’s not enough to keep ur innocence safe�� thing.

Also Vander is worried about the fact Silco now knows of his kiddos, and seems to have shown an interest in powder (while she was kidnapped she offed some guys which showed off her talent with a gun and silco was like wow cool I could use that)

-also silco was present but pow nor Vi saw him/ he was quickly hidden by sevika after VI started going ham on his goons.

•Powder(nickname jinx, she still has a lot of mental issues but she’s getting treated so she’s not ..that bad) takes a liking to caitlyn when she realizes that she wouldn’t rat them out to the cops and also the classic ‘they both can shoot!’ Thing, I’m sucker for caitlyn and pow bonding

(Also potential for powder trying to get vi and cait together because she wants Vi to have someone to rely on that isn’t Vander and also sees VI’s too nervous/self deprecating to make a move on her obvious crush) :p

Anyway that’s all I thought of rn!! Idek if I’ll draw more of this I just got carried away a little with the writing hahaha

#text #my art #vi #arcane #vi lol #vi arcane #caitvi #piltovers finest #caitlyn arcane #violyn #jinx arcane #tw blood

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inciting-chaos-series · 1 year

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j can you please make a corpse x reader where they are both publicly dating and as all internet couples do, get a fair amount of hate. but one day a specific comment gets under the readers skin so they distance themselves from corpse (lots of angst but with a good ending ?)

I'm sorry this took forever, I couldn't get my meds and went a lil crazy agh, also idk if this is any good tbh I feel bad at writing lately. Hopefully you like it though oof.

-J The Ghost

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Request: Hate Mail

You woke up from your nap to the sounds of several voices coming from the other room. He must be streaming… You thought groggily as you stretched and snuggled back into the covers enveloped in the scent of his cologne. You pulled out your phone and checked the time, almost four… Jesus, he really had made good on his word, you didn’t even realize you could be that exhausted. As you scrolled through your socials you saw the notifications of most of his friends live streams. Sussy Sundays, of course, how did you forget? He really had taken it out of you earlier.

You were grateful to have weekends off, allowing you to see him more than just any days you managed to get off work at a decent time, but you hated Sundays. You both took turns staying over at each other's houses and coming up with fun things to do together, but since he’d agreed to be a part of the Sussy Sundays, you had to find a way to entertain yourself. When he would stay at your house, it was easy to find things to do- dishes, laundry, and tidying up always needed done- but at his place, he mostly ordered takeout, and didn't really have enough stuff to ever accumulate messes, much less any laundry, so you were left to figure something else out.

A few times he’d asked you to join in on games, or hangout and watch him, but if the viewers got wind that you were with him- everyone's chat would latch on and start blowing up about it. You hated the fact that you’d turn viewers' attention away from the streamers they were watching, which led to you feeling guilty for making even the slightest sounds despite both him and his ever supportive friends trying to actively involve you.

Ever since the two of you had gone public, the internet had gone wild. In the beginning fans were pretty supportive and kind, but once Corpse started to post about you more and more, they quickly turned on you. It felt like the majority now was vehemently against the idea of your relationship. You knew that once it was public, you would get a lot of hate, but some of the comments were so hyper specific and vile- you couldn't help but be hurt. You always did your best to not read through them, or let him see when ones you did see affect you. You knew it was mostly young fans that were crushing on him and envious of you, but it all still seemed to leave you feeling drained, and anxious, an empty feeling of doom settling in with each critique. What if he saw merit in some of them? Sure most were shallow insults, but some seemed so spot on to you.

Who even are they? They're nobody, why is he with them??

He probably felt bad- he’s just too nice…

He can do soo much better…

You weren't usually an insecure person, but it was hard to stay positive when you did kind of agree. You worked a normal job, lived an average life, and you weren't really into the world of streaming, even as a viewer. It was- at the least- confusing to understand why he would be with you over someone with a similar lifestyle, or had more in common with him.

Tik Tok was your savior while he finished up with his friends. The algorithm only showed you the mind-numbing content you wanted to see, nothing about him or streaming at all. It was around 7:30 and you were halfway through a dinner recipe video when he finally entered his room again.

“Have a good nap?” He smirked tiredly as he plopped down on the bed beside you.

“So good…” You chuckled, saving the video before tossing your phone aside to snuggle up to him “How was the stream?”

“It was fun. Everyone said to tell you hi…” He wrapped his arm around you and absently traced his fingers along your arm.

“Tell them I say hi too.” You smiled as you buried your face into his hoodie. “Your friends are so nice…”

“Mhm… they really like you.” He chuckled. “Are you hungry yet? I'm starving…” You nodded and paused, still groggy from lying in bed.

“Can we get pasta? I’m craving it so bad…” Your voice perked up at the thought of the recipe video.

“Of course,” he laughed at your enthused voice, “you better start getting ready though…”

“Were going out?” You looked up at him in confusion, it was rare he ever wanted to go out, especially so spontaneously.

“Yeah why not? I mean… as long as you’re up for it?”

“Y-Yeah, just surprised that you are…” You beamed up at him before mustering the energy to get up and get ready. You pulled your hair aside and headed to the bathroom to wash your face, peeking slightly in the mirror's reflection and catching glimpses of him changing from the bedroom. The cheeky blush across your face turned quickly to a hot embarrassment as you watched the black button-down settle across his lean shoulders. Your mind started flashing through images of all the comments deeming you unworthy of him. You turned your face away from the mirror and avoided eye-contact with yourself- knowing it would only cement those thoughts and sour your mood even more.

You quickly brushed your teeth and headed back to the room, only to stare at the clothes you had brought in disappointment. Too loose you’ll look like a soggy cardboard box, too tight you’ll look like a shrink wrapped ham, too-

“You okay?” He chuckled from behind you as he fixed his shirt.

“Yeah… I’m fine.” You huffed out, grabbing at a random article of clothing and feeling yourself physically recoil at the thought of wearing it.

“You don’t look fine- if you don’t wanna go out we can stay in…” He shrugged and examined your clothes with you. “You still have some other things in my closet you know… you don’t have to keep living out of your carry on bag. You can keep things here.” He laughed softly.

“I- I know. I just… I don’t know- it's one of those days- you know?” You mustered up a small laugh. “Nothing feels right.” You shrugged it off.

“I get it… let's just stay in.” He sat beside your clothes on the bed, offering a soft smile as he took your hands and pulled you closer .

“No, I want to go out…” You furrowed your brow a bit, irritated that you were letting it all affect you so much. “I’ll hurry up.” You pulled another few items of clothing out and headed back to the bathroom, not wanting to even think about him watching you change right now.

You came back out after continuing to struggle through every aspect of getting ready while your mind attacked you. He sat up from scrolling his socials on the bed and quickly tucked his phone back into his pocket- a detail you wish your brain would find insignificant.

“Ready?” He smiled and stood as you nodded. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on as you grabbed your things and started to head out with him.

You were grateful for the comfortable silence as he drove to the restaurant, allowing you some time to try and change your mood. He’d put some softer lofi on the radio and let you silently watch as the streetlights flashed past your window. You weren't sure how he always seemed to know exactly what you needed, yet he always did.

When you arrived at the restaurant you were surprised to hear he’d made reservations for the two of you. You couldn’t help but smile, despite the discomfort welling up that he’d chosen something more fancy than you had expected- or dressed for.

“Wait, wait…” He hooked arm around your side, stopping you as you followed the host to the booth. He spun you into him in front of the elegant floor length mirror stood beside the entrance and pulled out his phone for a picture. You giggled at the quick cute gesture and posed with him, shutting your eyes as he snapped the pic to avoid any further mental spiraling.

Dinner went by uneventfully, you stayed a bit more quiet as he excitedly told you about new songs he was working on, or vented about the issues holding up his new merch drop. It wasn’t entirely due to your bad mood, you loved seeing him enthuse about his passions and how animated he’d suddenly become. His whiskey toned eyes would light up and his excitement was palpable in the air, making even you more energized. It wasn’t until halfway through or so when you came back from the bathroom that things shifted. You caught sight of him looking up at you returning before tucking his phone quickly away again.

“What’s that about?” You questioned lightheartedly with a laugh.

“Oh it’s nothing… Did you wanna get dessert?” He dismissed before swiftly changing the subject, but not before you caught a strange look on his face.

“Okay Mr. Secretive… um, I think I’m full though.” You shrugged awkwardly as you looked down at your plate.

“You sure weren't saying that about the wine though…” He chuckled as he sipped his own glass.

“I- okay?” You rebutted, hesitating as you gave him a confused glance. “I was just trying to cure my bad mood…” You internally cringed as your voice came out more defeated and offended than you intended, seemingly proving his point that you’d had too much. It was only two glasses… am I really that bad? All that stupid pasta I kept shoving in my fat mouth absorbed it all- I don’t even feel drunk…

“Wh- no… baby I- I was just making a joke… I didn’t mean anything by it-” His face softened with concern.

“No it’s fine… I probably have had too much- sorry.” You managed to squeak out, your face reddening with embarrassment. “Let’s just get the check…” I just want to go home now… Jesus Christ. You bit down on the inside of your lip as you heard the harsh, irritated sigh he let out.

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The drive back from the restaurant was insufferable, just as it had been for him to the restaurant. He wasn’t sure if even his knives could’ve cut the tension radiating from the passenger side. It was clear something happened but he didn’t know what. Before he’d gone to his office to join the stream everything was fine, but once he came back the mood had completely changed.

“Are you- okay? Did I do something to upset you?” He asked as tentatively as he could upon getting back home.

“N-No, I’m fine. I’m sorry I had too much to drink.” Your voice was still soft but had a bit of an edge to it.

“I’m sorry I said that at the restaurant, I didn’t mean it like that at all. I meant it in like a- ‘it’s funny that you chose the wine over dessert…’ because I agreed- kind of way… I’m sorry baby.” He paused, taking your hands and tugging you gently closer as he kissed your forehead. “Y/n, If I did something to upset you, I wanna know, so I can fix it and make you feel better. You’ve seemed upset since I got off stream.”

“It… it’s fine, I’m just stupidly sensitive. I’m fine.” You ruined the entire night with him, great job. If he really wasn’t hiding anything on his phone earlier, he’ll surely start now. You huffed in frustration at yourself. “I should probably get home…”

“W- Why? You always leave Monday mornings…” He asked, feeling his energy plummet as you continued to shut down.

“I just have an early day tomorrow is all. I’m sorry…” You met his gaze, immediately wishing you hadn't as you offered a half smile to his heartbreakingly defeated expression. You pushed back the self-criticism as you went to collect your things, that could wait until you were alone in your car. He silently followed you back into his room like a kicked puppy and helped you gather your things, making your brain slew more insecurities about him wanting you gone. Once all your stuff was in your bag he walked you out to your car while you said your goodbyes.

“Please drive safe…”

He’ll just feel guilty if something happens…

“...text me when you get home…”

He feels like he has to say that… you’re so fucking sensitive. He walks on eggshells with you.

“I love you…”

No he doesn’t, why the fuck would he?

The drive back home continued that way as you dissociated the entire time, only letting the tears fall once you were back inside your own house. After having a small breakdown over the bullying your brain had done, you texted him you were home before collapsing down into your bed- exhausted by it all. You were ready for any solace you could get from mindlessly scrolling your phone, though it seemed the universe had something else in mind. You opened your instagram to check messages from your friends but were promptly bombarded by a photo he’d posted of the two of you from the restaurant. He’d put some goofy angel and devil emojis over your faces that you tried to let yourself laugh at but couldn't muster at the moment. He’d captioned it ‘LOMFL 😍🥵’ that got a small smile out of you, but not without a scoff. It wasn’t really until you tapped on the comments, you felt your gut tighten. The first few were various heart emojis from Rae, Tina, and Sean- but below that it took a turn. His fans attacked everything about you, your outfit, your weight, even your personality- as if they even knew you. But it didn’t stop there, some crazed fans had gone as far as finding you somehow- despite him never tagging you- and DMing your personal account even more vile things, even death threats. You wanted to vomit. You wanted to scream and show them how awful you could really be, but mostly you wanted to make yourself stop believing them. You didn’t want any of it to be true… but you were now convinced it was.

The next day you kept your phone completely off, even going as far as deleting all your socials before shutting it off. In the morning meeting with your boss you informed her your phone wasn’t working and email was how you should be contacted from now on, so you wouldn't even need it on for later. You went about your daily tasks at work completely numb, doing everything you could to keep yourself too busy to think. Of course, that only worked at work, at home it was entirely different. The next few days turned to weeks as you cleaned like you never had before, you rearranged furniture like you were suddenly trying to fit four Alaskan king sized beds in your home, you went to the store and meal prepped- full well knowing you’d have no appetite, you binged several of your favorite shows entirely.

By the third week, you’d fully run out of tasks to keep the thoughts and anxiety at bay. You scrolled through Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon- finding nothing. Out of either habit or some subconscious cue about the anxiety of not texting the only person you wanted to at the moment, you opened up Youtube. You rolled your eyes and groaned softly but scrolled through the videos anyway, cringing as the recommendations of Sussy Sundays and various other videos with your boyfriend popped up. You felt incredibly guilty about not talking to him. It wasn’t like the two of you talked non-stop, or that he’d be mad, you were just sure with the way you’d left things he was likely worrying about you by now. As you continued to scroll you saw a live video pop up in your suggestions, of him. He’s live? Why is he live? He doesn’t stream anymore… You were already anxious, but after reading the title ‘we need to talk…’ you started to feel sick. You hesitantly clicked the video and his voice rang out from your TV.

“...I really don’t give a fuck how you guys feel or what you fuckin think…” He paused, presumably reading the chat. “I know it’s not all of you… but those of you that are commenting this shit… I don’t wanna fuckin see it- I don’t everr wanna see this shit again… if you like my content but come into my chat, or friends chats, or on twitter.com or instagram and say that shit… fucking unsubscribe right now, fuck you. Get off the fucking internet, it's disgusting.” You took in a deep breath as anxiety welled up more, why was he doing this? “I’ll straight up never put out another thing ever again if this keeps happening. I know that people are always gonna be assholes, but if you’re a fan of me or whatever- and saying this fucking shit about my partner? Go fuck yourself. I don’t want your fucking support…”

You stared at his animated figure standing in the rain blankly and opened up your laptop, starting a video call to him. You waited for a while as he went silent on stream before it was denied. Is he mad at me? It’s all my fault- fuck.

“Anyways- I just thought I’d get on here and reprimand you fucks… and to all my actual fans, being kind and supportive, thank you, and keep reporting these people- love you guys… oodles and oodles… keep being you- I’m sorry you guys had to hear this… love you.”

You tried again as the stream ended. Again denied. Fuck he’s pissed… Because of me he had to get on after not streaming anymore and do that- fuck… You took a deep breath and tried to not overthink. Maybe he’s just sick of your bullshit. If he was worried or he’d been trying to contact you at all, he probably would’ve answered. You fidgeted nervously at the thought. I’ll just start a new show- keep my mind off this… You shut your laptop and dejectedly threw it aside on the couch before getting up and grabbing some blankets for another night of Netflix.

You were two episodes in when you decided to grab a snack but just as you paused the show and stood, there was a knock on the door. You looked over, and cautiously moved toward it. Peeking out the peephole you saw what looked like an outraged figure of your boyfriend standing outside. You felt icy panic run through you as you grabbed the handle and twisted, preparing yourself for the worst.

“You’re okay…” He sighed in relief as his whole body relaxed.

“I- Y- yeah… I- I’m fine.. What are you-” You tried to play catch up, still in shock to see him at your door, let alone not yelling at you.

“You haven’t answered your phone- for anyone- in like a month…” He seemed to pant out. “I tried to give you space and not worry too much when you weren't answering, but then you deleted your socials, and then didn’t answer Tina, or Rae… or me… I was… scared.” He paused and caught his breath. “When you video called me I panicked, I thought you were in trouble or- I- I don’t even know… I just rushed over.” He stepped in and yanked you into one of his enveloping bear hugs. You stood motionless, mostly from how tight his arms were around you, but partially from even more surprise. Here he was, yet again, proving that he knew you better than anyone- and certainly better than you knew him. The guilt of not talking to him only grew now. How could you have ever thought any awful things about the panic stricken, devoted, heart-of-fucking-gold man that was seemingly holding onto you for dear life?

“I- I’m sorry…” You squeaked out, faltering under his obvious concern. He sighed again and released his hold but kept his hands gently on your arms.

“Please don’t do that again… If you need space that's okay, but please just tell me… I- I didn’t know what to think- or do…” He knelt down to your level slightly, his face full of worry as he seemed to practically beg.

“I’m sorry…” You swallowed hard, feeling your face heat as your voice wavered.

“I-It’s okay… I- I’m not mad… I just wanted to know you’re safe- cause I worked myself into a panic not knowing- I’m sorry I just showed up out of the blue…” He took a deep breath. “If you still need space that's okay I just- I was really worried. I know I’m probably overreacting…”

“No… I just… I don’t know-” You looked down at your feet, the guilt consuming you now as he continued to prove every horrible thought you had about him wrong.

“Do you want to talk?” He questioned hesitantly as his mind began reeling in the same way yours had. You just nodded, looking up as he closed the door and looked back to you, eyes still full of worry.

You moved back to the couch and curled up into the blanket, comforting yourself and trying to hold back tears of guilt over how you’d acted toward him. He slowly moved to sit by you.

“What’s going on? A-are you upset with me?” He stuttered nervously, also anticipating the worst. You shook your head and shut your eyes as they welled up. It all felt so stupid now- but the constant harassment, death threats, and insults had done a number- and having him here, almost completely in the dark about it all but still so kind and loving was just too much all at once.

“Oh- baby… shh come here.” He soothed melodically as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly again. “Please talk to me.” His voice was soft and quiet as he pressed kisses onto the top of your head.

“I don’t wanna cry- it’s stupid…” You managed to mumble.

“It’s not stupid- something is really bothering you… is it the comments and shit?” You nodded.

“It’s all of it- I- I don’t know why you’re even with me…” Your voice cracked and broke.

“Y/n, I’m with you because I’m in love with you- I wouldn’t ever let the opinions of fucking dumbass ten-year-olds with no internet supervision change or dictate that…” You cringed as you heard the offended tone in his voice.

“I know… I just… I let my brain believe it all… and I feel shitty… and that just makes me wonder even more why- because I do shit like this- even though you’re nothing but amazing and loving to me…” You choked out between sobs.

“You’re not shitty…” His tone softened even more as he pulled your face up. “I have no idea what it’s like to go through that, and how you can even deal with it. Most people don’t. I knew it was hard to see, and if I had any idea that you’d been this upset about it for this long I would’ve stopped it right then and there…” He kissed your forehead and wiped off your tears. “I’m so sorry baby… I should’ve known.” You shook your head.

“I should’ve just told you… but I felt so stupid- letting it get to me- I wanted to just come home and clear my head and get over it… but then it got worse and I just I don’t know, I couldn't deal.” He pushed your hair from your face and let you continue after the sobs began to slow. “Now I just feel guilty and shitty for avoiding you- avoiding all of it, not telling you… especially when you are… like this- so nice, and understanding.” You scoffed harshly at yourself, making him chuckle.

“Don’t. It’s a pretty understandable way to react… I’m sorry honey…” He leaned in and kissed you softly. “Would it help if I pretend to be mad at you?” He joked lightly as you parted. You let out a weak but honest giggle and gave an exaggeratory nod. He laughed and tsked loudly. “I can’t believe it… how could someone so goddamn attractive, funny, kind, and lovable think that I’d be dumb enough to see any warrant to the words of fuckin dipshit kids? To think that I’m not already blindly and completely head over heels? I’m disappointed…” He mocked in a goofy tone.

“Shut up…” You laughed, wiping your face and pushing him playfully.

“I love you dummy.” He chuckled and kissed you again.

“I love you too, Corpsie.”

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My content is usually for Keanu Reeves and his characters, but @gea-chan96 requested some Mads Mikkelsen’s characters as yanderes and, being one of my favourite actors, I couldn’t say no! So…

P.s. I apologise for the delay, but my personal life kept me away from tumblr. For this reason, I will close requests and just write whenever I feel like it.

YANDERE MADS MIKKELSEN CHARACTERS (DARK CONTENT, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, MAYBE TYPOS!):

-Would marry you, then show you their yandere side:

I imagine them being very elegant, old-fashioned men. Yes, they are still violent but they would never show that side to their lovely wife. Being rich, and having everything always ready for them, they would probably court you and take you to dates until you naturally fall in love with them. After your marriage, they would start to show how possessive and jealous they can be. They would probably make you move into an isolated house, with all the luxury of course… kept away from the outside world, like a bunny in a cage. They would spoil you like a princess and if you dare to show sadness towards this lifestyle, they would make you feel guilty. The only time they give away their true nature, is in the bedroom.

A little bonus: with Le Chiffre, 007 would notice the toxicity of your marriage… it’s up to you to decide to stay with your husband, or run away with James Bond.

-Would kidnap you:

These two are both very carnal and violent man: the only difference is that, while Nigel is completely unhinged, do to being a street mob boss, Hannibal has to keep a certain type of composure. The cannibal who take the whole kidnapping process very slow: making you trust him, becoming your therapist, even. And only then, he would tie you up in his cell… keeping a close to the meat… just to scare you even more.

Nigel doesn’t need all of that: he stalks you, tries to understand your routine for a few weeks and then, when you’re finally walking home alone…it’s over, baby.

-Would use black magic on you to make you fall in love, be completely obsessed with him, adore and serve him:

I mean… I’m not sure if in the universe of Dr Strange doing this type of magic is possible… let’s just pretend it is. He’s a sorcerer, right? And a villain, so an evil one. He doesn’t need anything but his Book of Shadows and his hands to make you fall in love with him. And that’s exactly what happens: you were supposed to be Dr Strange’s apprentice… but for some reason, you betrayed him and teamed up with Kaecilius. When Stephen understood why, and what had happened… it was too late, you had already made a blood path with your “lover”.

#mads mikkelsen #mads mikkelsen characters #kaecilius #le chiffre #nigel #hannibal #duncan vizla #jürgen voller #yandere #nwheregirl made this #x reader #reader insert

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makeitmingi · 7 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 49]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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When your alarm rang, you reached over to turn to it. You've been awake for god knows how long, just staring at the ceiling. Your body felt heavy and the tightness in your chest made it hard to breathe.

"Indi?" You heard Hongjoong's voice. You were surprised but nonetheless, you pushed yourself to sit up, seeing your big brother stand at your bedroom doorway. For a second, you had forgotten he was one of the people with the passcode to your home, for emergency purposes.

"Are you alright? Wow, you look awful." He blurted out, looking at your pale, messy appearance.

"Gee, thanks. Exactly why are you here again?" You frowned.

"Eden told me you called in sick and I wanted to check in on you. Mingi is at practice so I came." He frowned in worry.

"Oh, yeah. I was just feeling a little unwell..." You lied. He came to you and put his hands on your forehead before moving them to your cheeks. You leaned into his touch.

"Hmm, you don't feel very warm. You probably overworked yourself. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He patted your head.

"There's no need, Joong-"

"Shush. Let me. Now you rest while I order food." He tucked you back under the blanket but he perched himself at the edge of the bed, focused on his phone to order you food.

"Joong, you already have 7 children to take care of. Really, I'm fine on my own." You sighed, hugging the pillow to your face.

"You're my baby sister, it's my duty to take care of you too. Plus, Seonghwa's with the kids, he'll be fine... I hope." Hongjoong grinned. You scoffed but couldn't help the laughter that escaped you at how Hongjoong casually left Seonghwa to the wolves.

"You know if he can't beat them, he'll join them, right?" You raised an eyebrow at him. Hongjoong shrugged and came over, getting under the covers with you.

"What are you doing?" You stared at him.

"You need some big brother loving." He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your head to his chest.

"What's gotten into you? You don't usually like this sort of thing, like physical contact." You chuckled, words muffled by the way you were smushed against him, but you didn't deny him or push him away.

"Like I said, you need some loving. Plus, I haven't been able to come spend time with you since I've been occupied with comeback preparations ." He confessed.

"Joong, you know I don't blame you, right? It's normal for you to be busy during comeback preparations." You looked up at him.

"I know. I just can't help but feel guilty. You know, since I basically adopted you as my sister." He sighed, hugging you tighter. You continued to laugh, not at him exactly, but more of how serious he was taking this older brother role. You hummed and draped an arm over him to hug him.

"Sleep. I'll wake you up when the food is here." He told you, stroking the back of your head..

"But I just woke up before you came." You lied. In fact, you haven't been able to sleep for the past few days, you've just been caught up in your head where you couldn't sleep.

"Just sleep more, you look like you could use it." He chuckled. You lifted your head again to glare at him.

"For saying that, you must now sing me a song to help me sleep." You slapped his arm.

"Fine." He began to sing a random song. Maybe it was the combination of the song, sleep deprivation and Hongjoong's sense of protection but you were lulled to sleep very quickly.

You didn't know how long you slept for but you assumed it wasn't too long because Hongjoong woke you up to tell you that the food was here. He brought a tray with rice in the soup and side dishes from your fridge that Mingi gave you.

"I'll feed you." He grinned and pulled a dining chair from outside to sit next to you.

"Joong! There's no need!" You groaned as you felt your cheeks heat up. He pouted with a small frown and shook his head.

"No! Now don't be stubborn!" He scolded.

"I'm seriously not that sick." You argued but Hongjoong held the tray with the bowl away from you. As if to say, if he doesn't feed you, you won't get to eat anything.

"Fine." You sulked.

"Ah~" He cooed, blowing at the spoon of rice and soup to make sure that it was cooled enough. You glared at him but opened your mouth for him to feed you. The victorious smirk on Hongjoong's face while you were chewing made you want to sock him. He reached out to pat your head.

"Good girl." He complimented. You reached over to grab a tissue to wipe your mouth.

"Seriously, don't you have other things to do? It's comeback prep season, Joong." You folded your arms, raising your eyebrows at him. He shook his head and held another spoon of food out to you.

"Wooyoung seemed excited on the collab cover you're working on with him." Hongjoong said.

"Yeah, we're looking at what genres we can work with." You nodded.

"He's a hard worker. Once he sets him heart on something, he'll make sure it's the best of his ability. He'll give it 110% to ensure it's perfect." Hongjoong told you proudly.

"Not just Wooyoung, all of you are like that... You're all so proud of your craft and anyone can see that you genuinely love music, performing and being on stage." You smiled softly.

"You've all proven yourselves to be talented and worthy of the stages you perform on."

"And yet, people seem to continuously short change us. I don't know how to consistently shield the boys from that." He sighed. You felt for Hongjoong, he carried all this on his shoulders. He felt responsible for not protecting his members when disaster strikes.

"You're already giving it your all and I'm sure the rest is grateful. You can't protect them from everything, Joong. The world is too cruel to take it all on your own." You reached out to squeeze his hand.

"You're right." He nodded, feeding you another spoon of food.

"But I'll do it, for them, for you." He smiled. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you pressed a hand to your eyes.

"Indigo! Why are you crying?! What's wrong?" Hongjong panicked, putting the bowl of food down and moving to stroke your back. He comforted you.

"It's okay, you'll feel better soon." He obviously thought you were just crying from being sick. But it was a lot more than that.

"It must be painful being sick. It's okay." He cooed, soothing you like a mother coaxing her child.

It was going to be hard when the boys were not going to be around anymore. This is why you didn't like getting close to people, one day, you would always find yourself walking away from them. You found that caring about yourself was the only way you could protect your heart, you didn't like being vulnerable.

"Do you want some medicine? It'll make you feel better." He grabbed a tissue and gently pulled your hand away from his eyes. Very softly, he wiped the tears off your cheeks.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head as you cried.

"Silly girl, what are you sorry about? Everyone gets sick." He chuckled, patting your head.

"When you finish your food, you can take some medication and rest, alright?" He hugged you, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

You wished you could tell him why you were crying, tell him that you're gonna miss him and that him being so nice to you was just going to make things harder.

"Pretty girl, no more tears." He whispered, wiping your cheeks with a soft smile. After that, he fed you the remaining bit of food, he wanted to make sure that you had a full stomach before giving you any medicaiton to eat.

"Where are your painkillers?" He asked since you told him your 'head was hurting'.

"The drawer by the sink has a medicine box of sorts. The bottle should be in there." You told him. You heard him rummaging through the kitchen before coming back.

"Here you go." Hongjoong put two pills in your hand and gave you a glass to water to drink it with. When you were done, he placed the glass on the side table then properly tucked you in.

"I'm just going to do the dishes. I'll be back." He smiled.

"Just leave the dishes on the rack, okay Joong? I'll put them back later, it's no big deal." You said. While listening to Hongjoong do the dishes outside, you were on your phone, texting Mingi about how you were. You assured him there was no need to ditch training to come take care of you.

"Done." Hongjoong came back in when he was done. He slid under the covers beside you and you scooted close to him. He laughed at your actions and wrapped an arm around you.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked, hugging you to his side. You let out a small hum.

"Good. I don't just cuddle with anyone, you know. I'm not a skinship person." He joked. You rolled your eyes with a grunt but still snuggled close to him.

When you were asleep, you didn't hear Mingi come in. Truthfully, the giant had been asking Hongjoong for regular updates on how you were. He was worried hearing that you weren't feeling well.

"Hyung." Mingi whispered. Hongjoong looked up from his phone, putting a finger to his lips to hush your lover.

"Is she okay?" Mingi asked, reaching out to touch your forehead. He then went over to Hongjoong so they wouldn't have to whisper over you and risk waking you.

"She's fine now. Fed her and gave her medicine. She's been sleeping quite a bit so I think it's exhaustion." The captain said and looked down at your sleeping face. Everyone knew of your tendency to overwork and overexhaust yourself.

"I wish she would take care of herself more." Mingi sighed, shaking his head.

"It's normal with producers, you know that." Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. He too was guilty of overworking and being so sleep deprived, that's when Seonghwa had to step in to care for him.

"I want to stay with her a little longer." Hongjoong told Mingi before the giant could ask the captain to leave.

"Sure, hyung. I wasn't going to ask you to leave anyway. Thanks for coming to take care of her though." Mingi chuckled.

"Not like I would have left. And of course I would come take care of her, she's practically my sister. But I haven't been a good brother to her." The captain glared at the taller.

"I'm sure she would beg to differ, hyung." Mingi smiled, knowing you all too well.

"You're right." Hongjoong nodded.

"Well, I'm going to continue working outside." Mingi informed. He was honest when he said that he wasn't going to ask Hongjoong to leave at all. Actually, Mingi came home earlier just to make sure that you were really okay. Now that he knows that you are, he was more relieved and able to focus on his work.

"I love you." Mingi leaned over to kiss your head before going outside to work at the dining table.

Sure, Mingi was a little jealous that another man was in bed with you, holding you. But Hongjoong did use his off time to come and take care of you, which Mingi was grateful for.

"They're practically siblings, it's fine." Mingi told himself, taking a deep breath as he typed away on his keyboard.

"Mings...?" You stood there at the doorway, half asleep. Mingi looked at the clock, not noticing that he's been working for 3 hours already.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" Mingi stood up immediately. He walked over to engulf you in a big hug, his cheek nuzzling against the top of your head.

"Feeling okay... Joong's asleep..." You mumbled.

"Yeah, let him sleep. He needs it too." He chuckled, kissing your temple. He led you to the couch, sitting you on his lap.

As you leaned against him, Mingi stroked your hair. He noticed you acting different the past few days. When he video called you, your smile didn't reach your ears. When you spoke to him on the phone, you sounded tired and there was no more energy in your voice.

"So how was practice?" You suddenly asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"It was good. Did some vocal training." He shrugged. His arms instinctively hugged you tighter. Just his warmth and scent could make you fall back into another slumber.

"Falling asleep on me again?" He laughed. Even if he made fun of you, he still loved that he had this effect on you.

"You're nice and warm to sleep on." You murmured sleepily. Mingi moved so you could rest your head against his chest comfortably.

"Sleep then, baby." He encouraged.

"No, I need to work. I've been sleeping the whole day." You sat up, rubbing your eyes. Mingi watched you go into your studio, turning on your system and sitting down.

"But you're not well, baby. That's why you told Eden you weren't going into the studio today, right? He would understand that you need to rest." He stood behind you, turning you around in your chair so that you could face him. His hands came up to hold your cheeks to check your temperature.

"I'm fine, Mings. I don't feel sick anymore. Don't worry." You laughed, putting your hands over his. He didn't look convinced.

"And I'm with you here and Joong sleeping in the room. At most if I faint, I'll be at home and you two will be here to call the ambulance." You joked. Mingi frowned at your words.

"Geez, I'm just kidding. Don't look at me like that." You slapped his arm.

"I don't like those sort of jokes." He scolded, crossing his arms. You leaned in to peck his lips before turning back to your computer.

"I'm really okay, Mings. I'll even leave the door open so you can come check on me any time you want while you work too, okay?" You negotiated. Mingi looked at you but sighed in defeat.

"Only for a while, we'll eat dinner after." He said. You nodded, saluting at him. Laughing, he leaned over to give you another kiss and walked back to the living room.

"Indigo? She's in the studio... I tried to stop her, hyung. But you know she wouldn't listen to me." You heard Mingi speaking to someone, you assumed that it was Hongjoong, who had just woken up. You rolled your eyes hearing your boyfriend tattle on you. Hongjoong's shuffled over to you.

"Excuse me. Why are you working?" He asked, putting his face right in front of yours. He even gently knocked your head with his knuckle like knocking a door.

"Because I feel better AND I have deadlines." You raised an eyebrow at him with a scoff.

"I was supposed to accompany you to nap and yet, I woke up in bed alone." He frowned, knocking his forehead against yours.

"You need to sleep too, captain. You've been too busy with this comeback period and making sure the boys are where they need to be. Actually, you probably need more sleep than me." You said.

"True!" Mingi voiced.

"Whose side are you on, Song Mingi?!" Hongjoong yelled.

"By the way, while you two sort your... discussion about who deserves sleep more... I'm going to order dinner. Is seafood stew okay?" Mingi appeared at the door way, leaning against the frame as he ignored you and Hongjoong's tiff.

"That's fine. Thanks, Mings." You smiled. Hongjoong hummed and nodded his head in agreement. Mingi gave a thumbs up and went back to his spot in the living room.

"Maybe you can help me." You suggested. Hongjoong didn't protest, taking a chair and sitting beside you.

"What are you working on?" He looked at your screen.

"I'm rearranging the song for Wooyoung's cover. Tell me how I can accentuate his vocal tone using a beat. I know his voice is a little air-ier than the rest." You said.

Hongjoong gave you advise, helping you work to rearrange the original song's beats to fit Wooyoung's style more.

"Okay, producers. The food's here. No more work." Mingi entered, clapping his hands.

"Hang on." You said.

"No. Baby, you promised you would stop when dinner was ready." Mingi reminded. You pouted but knew that Mingi wasn't going to budge. You obediently saved your work and went out of the studio. While you washed your hands, Mingi leaned on the counter beside you. He wrapped an arm around you waist.

"My workaholic." He chuckled, leaning in to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss. Mingi loved teasing your workaholic tendencies. Hongjoong clearing his throat made the two of you pull away.

"I would not want to throw up before I even eat dinner." He crossed his arms.

"Oops." You giggled, patting Mingi on the hip before walking to the table with the bowls of rice.

"Let me scoop the soup." You grabbed the ladle to begin serving the soup into each person's bowl, portioning the seafood while Mingi took the seat beside you.

"Oh, let me get the sauce dishes for the dip." Mingi stood up and went to get the small dishes to pour to seafood sauce onto.

"We can cook ramen in the soup later." You told them as you took your seat. The soup looked good, filled with loads of seafood and vegetables. You all dug into the delicious, warm stew with rice. It was satisfying and comforting.

"This hits the spot, it's good." You smiled happily, making Mingi and Hongjoong laugh fondly at you.

As Hongjoong and Mingi were having a conversation, the guilt sunk in. One was like your older brother and one was your boyfriend. And yet, they're the ones you've been keeping secrets from.

It made your chest feel tight at the though of it. They didn't know what has been going on. But you couldn't bring yourself to.

So how could you possibly tell them that you were leaving?

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whumper-at-heart · 2 months

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S7e2 THAT SCENE :

Bobby and Athena are stuck in water and bobby really said I don't deserve you and then goes underwater himself to make sure Athena gets air ?! What else I can ask from a scene ? Bobby feeling guilty abt his traumatic end of his old family and saying that he shouldn't have married Athena while they think they are gonna die ?!nOH MY FUCKING GAWD!!! I NEEDED THIS.

Bathena is long overdue for some feels and angst and I love how this is implying that bobby and Athena s relationship is nothing outside of chaotic because they themselves are the chaos. They are never the people to have a normal lifestyle because they run into the chaos , because it's their nature to run into danger when any lives are in danger , whether they are in vacation or not.

And the fact that this crisis brought out the other side of Bobby and Athena - that Athena who is always full of confidance and courage, shrieking and whimpering in fear , that bobby, who is usually reserved and speaks so less abt himself and always is the calm and rational one , the one to always look for the positive, breaking down visibly , speaking his fear loud and clear and telling Athena abt his doubts abt himself that he shouldn't have married Athena and that he doesn't deserve her , freaking out and showing that he is scared - that IS so so AMAZING.

You know it is good when people talk abt it more than they do about buddie .

The bathena feels are so strong in this ep.

I gotta wait 1 whole week for the nxt one ? Ughh.

#911 #911 abc #911 spoilers #bobby nash #athena grant #bathena #season 7 ep 2 #ignore my ramblings #im just so hyped up #bathena feels #ahhhh #needed this for ages

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ajokeformur-ray · 1 month

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Tw; I have coeliacs disease and I fucking hate it and wanna get rid of it and I know I never will - is this ableism? Unsure so tagged just in case.

I know we're supposed to accept ourselves as we are but honestly if I could get rid of my autoimmune disease so I could live a "normal" lifestyle and eat a "normal" diet, I'd take that pill or that cure in a heartbeat.

Coeliacs disease is absolutely fucking awful and I was diagnosed eight years ago and I still am, in my core, angry at my body for betraying me and activating that dormant disease. It's lonely and expensive and is socially isolating and a pain to accommodate, both for me and for other people (not that I ever expect people to accommodate for me, but many who offer then complain later because it's so expensive and that makes me feel so guilty and shitty even though it isn't my fault). It's also scary and VERY painful if an accident with gluten happens, the consequences are absolutely unreal and awful and I have food anxieties because if I have wheat or gluten ONE TIME I could literally develop cancer.

I never stray from a strict gluten free diet and I am VERY careful with my food, but also if I could cure it and be "normal" again, I absolutely would. Maybe this is a questionable thing to say but I don't even care right now, I mourn all the foods I can never eat again or will never get to try and how I never used to have to question anything and could just eat and enjoy it. If I could get rid of coeliacs disease and its many complications even when you follow a gluten free diet, then I would.

I'm still so angry and trying not to be, because I'll have this life changing disease forever and I hate it very much. Usually this part of me doesn't bother me, but today I woke up angry and upset about it and I needed a space to vent.❤️

#a part of me wonders if this is ableist??? i really hope not but just in case #tw; ableism

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grrrasya · 9 days

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My take on Luca Balsa

so i finally wrote down everything I think of him!

disclaimer: everything stated here is not canon nor do i claim it to be. it's just my interpretation, so if you hate it or don't agree please just keep scrolling, thanks!

When Luca arrives to the manor he is in his late 20s / early 30s. He's also a Balkan (Serbian) man.

Timeline: He leaves his home around 17–18 years old, joins Alva's research around 19-20, the incident happens, after being postponed with his death sentence a lot, he spends several years in prison, then he's bailed by the Baron, then he spends some time in the outside world, trying to survive (all of this to make him desperate to join game) and then he gets his invitation.

Appearance + body: he's 5'8, has dark green eyes, coarse straight dark brown hair, sometimes put in a neat ponytail (on his good days) or messy almost loose one (on his bad days), and tan skin (idk how it's properly called in English). His hands are rough from working with electricity. His injured eye is bloodshot, the surrounding bruise never seems to heal. He can see with his injured eye, but it's pretty useless. His body is littered with scars, malunion fractures and lichtenberg figures. On his bad days he needs to use a wheelchair or not move at all, and sometimes even on his good days he has to use a cane alongside his leg braces. He suffers with tremor, hyperkinesia and sometimes migraines. Because of his time blindness and poor hygiene, he usually has stubble. He tries really hard to maintain his neat appearance, but it's usually too much for him. His voice is quiet and hoarse after the incident, his screams are silent, his vocal cords are damaged. He is underweight and quite malnourished because of his lack of awareness of his health, his life in and after prison etc. Also, he has issues with his digestive system due to extremely sudden shift from nobleman to prisoner lifestyle.

Episodes - there are times when his body "malfunction" do he gets amnesia again, pretty bad migraines and cannot control his body properly. It's hell for him.

Character: he's extremely academically smart. He's naturally intelligent, well-educated (not only in engineering, but generally in natural sciences), enjoys art and literature. He's trying to be energetic, optimistic and extraverted, but it's just a mask from his life as a nobleman. Without it, he's quiet, focused on his work (sometimes to the extreme), doesn't require any human company, most likely uninterested in any romantic/sexual relationships, closed off and prefers to keep personal stuff to himself. He likes to help other people, he's kind, yet he does not trust people easily after all that went through. He doesn't feel guilty about Alva's death. He does not consider himself in the wrong or even think it all happened because of him, he thinks he might be wrongfully accused, and even when he thinks he might really be guilty, he does not feel any repentance. He was right, he could never be wrong.

Some random hcs:

He's extremely proud and thinks of himself highly, although it doesn't help him with self-loathing. He's better than most in the manor, he thinks, but still worse than himself in the past. He idolizes his past self a lot. He has violent outburst when something does not go his way (only when it's about his research) or he's getting closer to one of his episodes. Deep down he knows, that his research is doomed, and he cannot invent a perpetual motion machine, but he still continues, because he is too proud to admit that he's wrong and was wrong all of this time.

He HATES his in-game name. He sees it as extremely disrespectful. Everyone outside matches call him "Inventor".

He keeps a journal about everyone's "betrayals" (even if it was the most miniscule situation possible) as he turned extremely vengeful after the accident and is afraid he'll forget everyone's "misdeeds" if he doesn't write them down.

When he just got stuck at the manor, he avoided everyone. Several months later he became more used to people and even more social.

He remembers even the smallest details about everyone in the manor, because of his documentation in journals.

After Frederick's arrival in the manor, Luca refuses to play piano for others, as he was too annoyed with attention Frederick got with his first "concert" for them.

Luca's plush rat (from Identity V x Sunshine City Prince Hotel collab) was bought by him to sooth his anxiety and nightmares post-prison. He did bring it to the manor with his other belongings. It doesn't have a name, because Luca feels that it would be pointless to name an inanimate object. Andrew gave her a name later - Sabine.

That's pretty much it! Thank you for reading my ramblings. Stay tuned for Andrew + Lucadrew!!!

#identity v #idv #idv prisoner #luca balsa

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mageofseven · 1 year

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Nesting with Birdie: A BarbMams Love Story

Chapter 2

Taglist: @astroseuss @fcxyviixen

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Barbatos laid in bed with his boyfriend for a while; fortunately, it was his day off today so the butler could stay with him.

The older demon felt so guilty. He was usually so on top of things, but being with Mammon seems to have relaxed him too much in this case.

He should have used protection. Mammon may not have realized he could become pregnant, but Barb most certainly knew his boyfriend had that ability

Yet when things become intimate between the two and Mammon gets so needy and desperate for him, part of the older demon's brain just shuts off and all that matters in that situation is giving his boyfriend everything he needs.

He thought nothing of it before but...in the pursuit of giving this man everything he needs, he forgot that protecting him from unfortunate circumstances was also important.

Mammon depends on their relationship being a secret; he's made that very clear to the butler and in truth, Barbatos has never minded one bit.

However...Mammon is right. Their relationship cannot stay secret with this child in the midst...

Which is why Barbatos brought up this topic.

"Birdie, we need to discuss this...situation." He spoke softly to the man in his arms.

"I don't wanna even think 'bout it..." Mammon mumbled from inside his boyfriend's chest.

"This problem will not go away simply by ignoring it."

"I know..."

Barbatos kissed the younger man's head.

"I understand the timing of this is poor and something you might not be able to handle," Barb stroked his back. "But you do have options and I will explore whichever ones you would like."

Mammon turned his head, laying his cheek against his boyfriend's chest instead of hiding his face.

"Ya know...I used to kinda want kids; still do, if I'm honest," Mammon spoke in a soft tone. "But in my mind that was justa future thing, somethin' for a hopefully better version of myself to do when I'm in a better place like having the whole debt problem squared away and all of my issues sorted out...but that ain't this. I'm still a fuckin' mess, same as always...how can I give a kid a good life like this?"

Barbatos pursed his lips.

"Your life is...indeed in a tricky place, but it does not have to stay there." The butler explained. "If you are ready to make some lifestyles changes to help matters, I am more than willing to support you with it."

"But can I actually change?" Mammon lightly gripped his boyfriend's shirt. "I can't do anything right. Imma screw up, a burden, so fuckin' stupid--"

"You are not stupid." Barbatos lightly scolded the younger man. "You are well aware how much that word bothers me, little bird."

The word just gave the older demon flashbacks of when he found Mammon on the hallway floor of HoL, sobbing while he pulled his hair and hit his head, calling himself 'stupid' over and over again.

That situation was the catalyst to their entire relationship; however, it still wasn't a fond memory for the butler. It only reminded him how helpless he felt watching the second brother cry like that...

"But I--"

"You make mistakes, same as everyone else." Barb insisted. "No matter what your brothers say, you are a very intelligent man and I refuse to let you keep believing otherwise."

Mammon's brothers have infected his brain at his own detriment. Those other men created the voice that speaks horrible words inside his boyfriend's head and it was painful to see how much it hurt the second brother.

Surely if the brothers realized the damage they did to Mammon with their words that they would cease their insults and be softer with the greed demon

Or so Barb believed. Still, the butler couldn't interfere until Mammon himself made the decision to speak about his feelings to his brothers.

Mammon just kept shaking his head, as if this action could knock the bad thoughts out of his mind.

"I can't do this, but also have no clue what to do 'bout it."

Barb rubbed his boyfriend's back.

"All I ask is that you give this some thought; you do not need to have an answer right this moment."

Mammon sighed.

"Yeah, yeah."

The couple spent the day inside and once the sun had set, the Avatar of Greed had to leave his boyfriend so Barbatos could get some sleep for work tomorrow and Mammon could get home to avoid too much suspicion.

Considering how things had...developed for these men today, the couple was extra reluctant to part from one another.

Most of the leaving process involved Mammon repeating over and over again how he had to go, all the while he was the one clinging to Barbatos and stealing kisses from the amused butler.

Mammon trudged back home to HoL and started heading to his room

Until he found all of his brothers in the living room, waiting for him.

"Uhhh, what's with all this?"

The second brother could feel the other men staring at him so intently that he instinctively covered his stomach with his arms, as if he was afraid his brothers could see right through his body and at the tiny flesh thing trying to become a baby.

"Mammon, we'd like to have a talk with you." Lucifer explained, making his brother sweat.

"W-What the hell did I do now??"

Oh shit, he was gonna get tied to the rafters again for something, wasn't he??

The brother was internally panicking and not just for himself, but his kid too. There's no way it does the baby any good for Mammon to have his insides smooshed against each other from the tight rope.

Mammon backed up in fear.

"Nothing." His older brother looked at him with suspicion, wondering if the greed demon has done something and was doing a poor job of concealing it. "However--"

"Omg just tell us!!" Asmo begged.

"What--"

"Last night you were cursing about being late and that 'babe' was gonna be pissed." Belphie explained. "You thought I was asleep on the couch at the time."

...shit.

Okay so actually he said 'Barb' and not 'babe' but still, Mammon was caught.

"It's not just your mumbling though." Lucifer explained. "For the last few months, you've been particularly rushed each Saturday night, only to return late each Sunday."

"So just tell us! Who are you dating??"

Ok, not he was majorly panicking.

The second brother made a few attempts to speak, only to find himself too tongue-tied and instead ran up to his room, slamming the door.

Mammon slid to the floor and hid his face in his hands.

"Gaaah, why now??" He stressed before hitting himself in the head. "Stupid, stupid, stu--"

The man lowered his hand and instead hid his face in his arms.

He can't be doing that. Barb would be so upset if he knew was sitting here, hitting himself and calling himself that word

But what else was he supposed to do when everything was falling apart?

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mammon #obey me barbatos #obey me barbmams #obey me barbatos x mammon

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violentferalcat · 8 months

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“I once loved a pirate and she was courageous and beautiful. Her excellence in sabre and the humour which she brought to the table were all that I needed. The first glance at her was enough. The first word.

“That day when I noticed her in the greasy pub in the narrow and cold alleyway near the pier I rejected my feelings for her. How can a woman love a woman? How can a citizen of the mighty crown love a pirate? But the longer I stared at her, the more often I saw the cruelty of soldiers abroad and within the country, the less guilty I felt. Still, feeling guilty brought me pleasure, for I knew I was doing something wrong. And no matter how absurd that might have sounded, it made it better.

“That day when she noticed my longing stares I left the pub in haste. I heard men hollering, the yellow light from the musty windows lit my reddened, ashamed face. I put on my hood over my head and hurriedly walked home. I couldn't have slept that night even if I wanted to.

“I approached her the next day. It was at night, as it usually was. I never told my sister nor my mother about my nightly walks. I feared for what they'd do to me once they found out.

“She was tall and her tanned skin once again reminded me that she was a pirate. A small part of my mind rejected that look, rejected her lifestyle. My soul, on the other hand, wanted to break free and run away together with her. She kissed me when I left the pub that night. It was outside and I still remember the way the wind blew in our hair as her lips touched mine. I told her goodbye. She did the same.

“I met her almost every day. She waited for me with as much excitement as I had while walking to the familiar greasy pub. One night I forgot to look behind myself. There was a man following me whom I didn't notice. I entered the pub and forgot myself in her embrace. That man saw us kiss. The next day he arrived at my home. He was from the royal guard.

“I denied ever seeing the woman. I strenuously tried to convince the man that there wasn't any connection between us. He didn't believe me. There wasn't any convicting evidence to throw me in jail. That night I didn't leave my house. Just like I didn't for the next week.

“When everything settled once again and the man had finally left me alone, I put on my night hood and walked to the pub. I made sure no one was following me. When I arrived there, I saw the same familiar faces of regular patrons and pirates. Among the crowd I didn't see her. I wandered for a few minutes before sitting down at the counter. Another friend-pirate that I had made sat next to me. He ordered me beer. I thanked him.

“I asked him about the woman. He told me that she left for the sea yesterday. She'd sit at the pub every night waiting for me, but last night she couldn't wait any longer. The woman feared that I had left her forever and she had turned to the only love that was left in her life – the sea. I cried into the man's shoulder. He hugged me.

“I wait for her everyday. I stand at the pier and see ships arrive and leave. I visit the pub every day in hopes that I will once again see that beautiful face. The friend-pirate offered to take me on a journey. He offered me a pirate's way of life. But what if I miss her while I'm at the sea? But what if I see her dead body on the grey stones somewhere near a small island? But what if my hope dies together with me in a storm?

“Today I walk to the pub to answer the man's offer. Today I make the big decision...”

– from diaries of an unnamed woman, circa 1717

#pirates #wlw #lesbian #pirate life #queer #sapphic #writing #lesbians #my writing #fiction #short fiction

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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Heart Shaped Wound

Chapter 43

Author’s note: no one wanted the story to end yet. They want more character interactions so I will give them that. It does only get worse from here so I’m so sorry everyone.

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“Kaoru?” (Your name) smiled up at the frustrated yakuza. The man calming down a bit at her expression. “I’m still not ready to make a choice. I’m also a little confused right now.”

Hanayama released her and moved to sit beside her on the bed. It was stupid of him to even try that right now. Not when she was so distressed over her mother right now… speaking of which.

“Do you care about your mother?” Hanayama asked as he put a hand on her thigh. “You can talk to me about anything. I can listen.”

“It’s complicated. I do care about her, a part of me always will… it’s just how she has always tried to control me all my life.” (Your name) held Hanayama’s hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his palms. “She doesn’t approve of my fighting lifestyle but at the end of the day, it’s my life. I don’t need her approval on how to be happy.”

Hanayama felt her kiss his scarred cheek, the giant man nearly melting into a puddle. She had him wrapped around her finger.

“I appreciate the thought of you trying to have me visit my mom while I’m here, but my mom is a person who will never change. As much as I wish she would be a better parent who supports my love of fighting, it will never happen.” (Your name) then stood up to make her way to the bathroom. “Not even death would change that woman.”

Once the bathroom door clicked and he heard bath water running, Hanayama pulled out his phone and messaged his guards.

‘Change of plans. Scare my future mother in law into accepting me.’

Was it bad that Hanayama didn’t even feel guilty for trying to kill (your name)’s mom? He would do anything for her… anything. She just had to so much as hint at wanting someone gone and he would gladly do it.

Hanayama reached into his suit jacket and pulled out the little black box. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful marquis cut diamond ring. The ring mocked him.

Here was this perfect ring for this perfect girl and he didn’t give her a perfect night… it was selfish of him to think she’d give her body to him but sex was usually what relaxed him whenever he was stressed out… at least before he met her. Now Hanayama was always sexually frustrated. He couldn’t imagine sleeping with anyone else…

Maybe a massage? Would she let him massage her?

Hanayama began to shed his suit. He was disappointed about tonight. But maybe they could do something else. He didn’t want to have a bad time with (your name). Hanayama didn’t want to fall from her grace… he couldn’t go back to not knowing her. To not being with her.

Hanayama sighed as before tucking the ring back into his suit jacket. She didn’t need to know of this. At least not yet. When the opportunity arose again, he would propose.

Hanayama froze when he head the water drain. Had he really been lost in his thoughts for awhile? He hadn’t realized the time. Thank goodness he put the ring away.

Hanayama hung to suit on a coat hanger as he turned away when the door opened.

“I forgot to grab my pajamas. Can you please grab them for me, Kaoru?” (Your name) asked sheepishly. She was in such a rush to get away from him that she had forgotten to grab clothes. How embarrassing.

“Yes I can.” Hanayama went over to her suit case and pulled out the silk pajamas he had bought her. Oh how he wished she would put on the matching lingerie he bought her, but he knew they weren’t quite ready for that… he wondered if she was going to wait till after they were married.

“Are you disappointed we didn’t do much tonight?” (Your name) asked Hanayama who froze. His large form still hovering over her suitcase. “I can show you something pretty neat if you’d like to do something. I’m going to need a shorter dress if you would be so kind to hand me one.”

“But you already took off your makeup. I don’t want you to have to get ready again.” Hanayama clasped his hands together, his heart racing. She’s never planned a date with him yet and here she was asking him out.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I don’t have to be too fancy and neither do you.” (Your name) smiled at Hanayama, making sure to conceal her towel clad body behind the bathroom door frame. “I just hope you’re ready to build up a sweat.”

Hanayama rose a brow at her. What on earth could she mean?

“Have you ever been lambada dancing, Kaoru?”

The music was so loud, Hanayama felt his body shake. His head hurt a bit from the bright the lights were but the sight before him was worth it all.

(Your name) twirled around him with a bright smile. Her body moving gracefully to the salsa music like one of those porcelain figurines in a music box.

“Come on, Kaoru! Dance with me!” Hanayama did his best to twirl and dip her as she moved around him like a spinning top. The skirt of her red dress looking like a flame.

Hanayama had to admit that he was having fun. He never would’ve imagined himself dancing with a beautiful woman like this… he never knew dancing could be so spellbinding.

Hanayama glared at any of the men who tried to approach the two of them. He wasn’t going to trade (your name) off to dance with anyone else. He didn’t care about the rules here. She was his girl.

Hanayama turned his head to glance at other dancers who picked their partners up in their arms to twirl them. Would she let him pick her up?

“What’s on your mind?” (Your name) asked as she grabbed Hanayama’s hands in her much smaller ones. She gave them a squeeze. “I know this is a little bit different setting then what you are used to. We can leave if you’d like.”

Hanayama pulled her closer to him before he dipped her body down. His hands on her hips as his breath fanned her face.

“I was just getting the hang of it.” Hanayama smiled as he swung her body back up as he held her bottom to keep her hips on his as he swung her. “But I’m ready to go.”

“You never fail to surprise me, Kaoru.” (Your name) chuckled as she pushed away from him to stand in front of him. “You’re not bad at dancing.”

“Maybe I have a good teacher?” Hanayama smirked at the blush on her cheeks.

(Your name) grabbed his hand and started dragging him out of the club.

Hanayama admired how the golden city lights glimmered on her skin. She glowed just like a bright light in the dark, one he never wanted to go out.

“Kaoru?” Hanayama reached a hand out to grasp (your name)’s jaw, to tilt her head up to look at him.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers with a smile. He was going to enjoy every moment he had with her. Even if she didn’t choose him now, she would.

Hanayama was never going to stop chasing after her. Not until he was dead.

He smirked when she kissed back. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hand now holding the back of her head as he expertly explored her wet cavern. His fingers tangling in a few of her soft (hair color) strands.

For the night, she was his and he was hers. He pulled away with a satisfied smile.

“Kaoru?” (Your name) asked with a dazed expression. “We should probably head back before it gets too late.”

“We’ll rest and get breakfast in the morning. Then we will have to fly back to Japan so you don’t miss work.” Hanayama stated as he pressed his lips to her head again. “I had an amazing time tonight.”

“I had a lot of fun too.” (Your name) smiled up at him before grasping his hand in hers. “Thank you, Kaoru. I feel better.”

Hanayama hummed. He was glad he didn’t go forward with killing her mom. He really needed to get his short bursts of anger in check. Yet wouldn’t any man be upset to see their woman cry?

“You got lucky today, ma’am!” One of the guards shouted at the parked their car on the side of the road. “Boss changed his mind.”

The two men climbed out of the car and opened the trunk with grins.

“You’re so lucky your son in law is such a kind man. We’re gonna bring you back to the city soon. We just need to talk for a bit is all.” One of the guards smiled as he pulled out a pocket knife. “A real long talk.”

(Mother’s name) whimpered under her hood. Just what kind of man did her daughter get involved with this time?

Was Jun not enough to disappoint her? Did she really have to go with a mob boss?

“Boss’s future wife is so pretty! Don’t you think she will look lovely in white?”

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Author’s note: thanks for reading!

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki x reader #baki son of ogre #yandere #yandere imagine #baki the grappler x reader #yandere fic #yandere baki #female reader #baki kaoru hanayama #baki hanayama #hanayama kaoru #kaoru hanayama #kaoru hanayama x reader #heart shaped wound #Bali #grappler baki #baki dou

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aclockmaker · 1 year

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yet more f/f steve/eddie (part 1) (part 2)

cw drug use; rating: E overall, M for this part

In the cold light of morning all of her revelations seem a little less obvious. So she got off to something—that doesn’t mean she needs to make a—lifestyle change.

Jesus Christ at that thought; she’s really not equipped for this. She needs to talk to Robin, except the thought of that is so humiliating that maybe she should, instead, just leave town forever. Robin is going to fry her.

Except she’s not. Thinking that is just an excuse, because Robin’s always solid when Steve needs her to be, and this probably counts. Robin would probably be proud of her, which would somehow make Steve feel—guilty, like she didn’t earn it, for basically just being a perv of a different variety.

She wants to see Eddie, if she’s being honest, but can’t tell how bad of an idea that is or isn’t.

Can I get an eighth, she finally texts at 9pm without letting herself overthink it. Or think it through whatsoever. She didn’t see Eddie today—she had school and Steve had work.

Hello to you too, Eddie texts back. And then: We’ve talked about this… code words

Okay can I get a piece of pizza 🙄

Delivery girl at your service, queen bee. Your place?

Thank uuuuuu, Steve texts, just to be annoying. Her parents left today so that’s fine. Plus that way she’s got home court advantage, for whatever it’s worth.

Eddie doesn’t even always make her pay for it; it depends on her mood, the weather, whether she wants to smoke up at the same time, the alignment of the stars, probably. Steve’s pretty sure they have the same sleeping problem, although they haven’t talked about it.

There’s a lot they haven’t talked about.

Steve halfway expects her to be different, when she comes over, but she’s just like usual, swinging inside and bringing her own little whirlwind with her, backpack she uses as a purse on and the old-fashioned lunch box she deals out of on one arm. “Hi, Harrington, long time no see,” she says, which, Steve’s not sure if that’s a joke she’s not supposed to get or if Eddie just feels that yesterday is a long time to go without seeing Steve.

Steve certainly knows exactly when they saw each other last. It was when you sent me into a sexuality crisis with an offhand remark, she doesn’t remind Eddie. “I guess, hey,” she says, lamely. “What’s up, come in.” Even though Eddie’s already taking off her shoes, revealing socks with a small hole on top of one of her toes. It’s kind of cute, Steve thinks, because she’s totally fucked. Eddie is wearing basically her usual uniform, tight, ripped jeans, slouchy oversized top that’s falling off one shoulder so Steve can see collarbone, no bra (she, like—can’t help noticing even in a non-perv way, the same way she unconsciously clocks the outfits of all her girl friends, just out of interest) but plenty of necklaces, the guitar pick front and center.

“Your parents are gone?” Eddie checks. It’s far from the first time she’s been over here under these same circumstances, although on one memorable occasion, with both their parental figures home and awake, the two of them had met up behind the high school in the middle of the night to get high.

“Yeah, they left today. Somewhere.” They’d told her but Steve’s mind was elsewhere.

“Cool, um, your room?” Eddie asks, glancing around, waiting for Steve to get with the program. “Outside?” If she’s asking she probably wants to smoke, which is—good or bad. Definitely one or the other.

“Oh—my room,” Steve says, feeling a step behind even worse than usual with her. Sure. Her room, where she touched herself less than 24 hours ago thinking about—absolutely nothing that she wants to think about right now, that’s for sure, cheeks already heating up. God, Harrington, get it together.

It’s just Eddie, leading the way up the stairs like she owns the place because she has no manners. As ever. There’s nothing to freak out about. As long as Steve doesn’t think, she’ll be fine. Thank god they’re about to smoke, and not just because last night going to sleep sober sucked, earth-shattering orgasm notwithstanding.

Although possibly she should blame that on the overthinking she was doing and not on the lack of drug use. Either way—not thinking about it.

Eddie makes herself comfortable on the edge of Steve’s bed and unpacks her supplies. “Is this fine?” she asks, holding out a small handful of pre-rolls for Steve’s approval.

“Oh, yeah, whatever’s fine,” Steve says, taking the desk chair and willing herself to be normal. “Shouldn’t you be, like, weighing it? How do you make any money?”

Eddie rolls her eyes and blows her bangs out of them. “I don’t, off you, considering you don’t pay me half the time.”

Steve’s eyes go wide. “What—I do always offer! Do you want me to—to pay you for—“ Steve knew she should’ve insisted—

“Jesus, I’m just messing with you, Harrington,” Eddie says, smiling around the joint she’s popped between her lips and lighting up. “We’re friends, remember?” A little purr to her voice that immediately raises Steve’s hackles.

“Whatever, I know,” Steve says, even though the only thing she knows is that she’s pouting and it’s going to make Eddie laugh at her even more. Eddie just passes her the joint, though, and they make a cursory effort to blow the smoke out the window.

Eddie crosses the room to perch on the windowsill where she’s closer to Steve and peeks into the yard. “You ever swim out there?”

“Not really,” Steve says. The answer is never, but she doesn’t want to talk about dead girls or monsters.

“Kind of a waste,” Eddie says, giving Steve the kind of up and down that wouldn’t have been anything two days ago and now feels like flames licking through her blood. Steve hadn’t dressed—sexy, for this meetup, or anything, but all her clothes are kind of designed to show off her assets so she knows the sweats and thin tee aren’t not working for her when she shifts a little in her seat. Eddie doesn’t blatantly check out her rack, but it’s a near thing. Steve is so going to win—whatever prize is at stake here, she’s lost track a bit. She’s stoned, actually, it hits her suddenly, the walls of the room feeling far away and Eddie suddenly seeming much, much closer. In reality, they’re just close enough to pass the joint back and forth easily, which they do, falling into a dumb conversation about nothing just like usual.

“Are you good?” Eddie asks after a while, and it takes Steve a minute to understand what she’s asking. Did she get what she wanted, is she high.

“Oh—yeah, thanks. I mean—thanks for coming over, and everything.” She sounds like an idiot to her own ears, so it must be even worse from Eddie’s side, but Eddie isn’t laughing at her. Instead, she’s gone a little serious, big brown doe eyes in full effect, the way she sometimes gets when she smokes. Not somber, or anything, but on the quiet side, which, for her, is a big difference, because she normally never shuts the fuck up.

“No problem,” Eddie says, and blinks at her. And then—she’s shaking her head a little like she’s trying to clear it and standing, like she means to go, and Steve just feels—

“Don’t, I didn’t mean you have to go. Don’t go yet.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. She’s in her stocking feet in the middle of Steve’s bedroom, and she’s almost as tall as Steve but she looks small just then and it makes Steve feel absolutely out-of-her-mind crazy with protectiveness. Because it’s way worse than she thought. She doesn’t only want to fuck Eddie. She likes her.

#steddie #steddie fic #i don't know why i can't stop writing this either but here we are.......#but i'll put the rest of it on ao3. probably.#no i will #rule 63

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ravarui · 9 months

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Small hc rant for my Shanks muse

- He is a massive flirt and is well aware of his looks and charisma. That being said: His flirting got him into trouble more than once, especially in his younger years - He was quiet hotheaded and had a short temper when he was younger. It was the worst shortly after Rogers execution, which left him with a lot of sadness and anger he needed an outlet for. - It took a lot of time until he got used to only having one arm and it frustrated him a lot, that he needed help with the most mundane things, like buttoning a shirt (he never properly does anyway but shhh) - Phantom aches are a regular occurance - Due to the scars over his left eye, his vision is obscured - He partly blames himself for Ace's death, feeling guilty for not being able to interfere earlier and letting his old captains son die. Ace being Rogers son was a shock for him, since he didn't know about it until Sengoku announced it at Marineford for the whole world - Has a severe drinking problem - The main reason why he refused to take Luffy on board as a kid, was because he himself had been a pirate since a young age and he saw/witnessed and did things no child ever should. He wanted to spare Luffy from going through the same things. He loved his time on the Oro Jackson as a kid, no doubt about it, but looking back now he knows he was way to young to get involved in such a lifestyle in the first place. - He is not above cheating in games if the mood for it strikes him. He'll happily gamble when he gets the opportunity for it. - While he usually keeps an ironclad control over his haki, said control can/will slip during highly emotional/stressful situation. - Him and Buggy exchanged vivre cards when they were still cabin boys on the Oro Jackson, he still owns it and sometimes looks at it, wondering how the other is doing - It was mostly adrenalin that kept him conscious and afloat when he saved Luffy from the sea king and lost his arm in the process. Once ashore he promptly lost conscious from the blood loss, nearly bleeding out then and there on the docks. - While he may be a heavy flirt, he will respect it when he gets told off and apologize - He has a surprisingly good singing voice, at least when sober. He also may or may not have written at least one very lewd shanty - He may not be hostile when someone enters his territories, but he will be cautious and make it clear that if they cause any kind of trouble, he will retaliate. He does not joke around when it comes to the protection of the islands and their people.

#headcanons #Piracy is no game - Akagami no Shanks #DONT REBLOG #will probably get updated over time #Shanks HC

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forbidding-souda · 2 years

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not sure if this was done but Byakuya shuichi and hajime with a s/o who is a dancer? btw love ur acc sm i read them everyday🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Byakuya Togami, Shuichi Saihara, and Hajime Hinata with a S/O who is a dancer

hello i just got my tongue repierced and why is it 100% not as bad as I remember it being what

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-Mod Souda

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Byakuya Togami

✯ Long work days and complicated schedules are 100% more annoying to than they are to him. He doesn't mind the big intervals between moments spent with you, he likes the fact that you have a hectic schedule just like he, it makes him feel less guilty. He loves you just the same as he would if he saw you all day every day but this way is much easier on his strain. And think of it this way, with all the traveling you might do for your jobs, you would always have first class and the suites.

"Look at you," you keep your knuckles pressed into his palm. "You have more muscular hands." "Muscular hands?" He questions. "Yeah," you laugh. "Have you been typing more than usual? I thought you had an assistant for that." He looks away, leaning his head back and rolling his eyes. His dismissive attitude (in replacement of a snarky comeback) only makes you smile. You decide not to press him on it more as you continue stretching his hands, only doing it so you can convince him to do it for you later. He hates the fact that you had said that, because it is true, he has been typing more recently. It is only because he had been typing out emails detailing how much he misses your presence, but he is never sentimental enough to hit the send button.

✯ Does he come to any of your performances? No! Will he watch them if you show them to him? 100% yes, and he will devote all of his attention to those videos.

✯ But if it's ballet then he will go, and he will be even bringing some of his 'coworkers' to show you off.

✯ If he's missing you too much then he will join a live stream if he can.

✯ The public eye is a bit entertained by the pairing of you too. He is not a very physically active person nor does he seem the type to prefer being with one, so it is rather adorable and a bit motivating to see the two of you being so in love.

✯ Always has the most lovely meals for you to get up your good lifestyle, you need to get that extra energy in you to keep you going. Your own private chef should suffice.

✯ Oh, you were sponsored by a product so you can advertise their stuff? Well he's already bought hundreds of it so they can keep coming back.

Shuichi Saihara

✯ He gets flustered watching you dance. Something about you being so confident in your abilities is alluring to him. He likes watching you from afar, he enjoys more than anything being able to see you in your element, free from shame and hesitance. You shine on a stage even when you're a backup dancer. In every commercial that you're in and every magazine you're on the cover of you have the most brilliant smile he has ever seen. He adores you. He almost worships you and your Talent.

He tries not to sound excited when he greets you from the door. The fact that he was waiting there in the first place kinda gives it away. He missed you a lot (which there is nothing wrong about). You drop your work-out bag and kick off your sweaty shoes before switching to your indoor ones. "Don't hug me yet," you say even though he really had no intention to. "I need to shower first." But he still waits for you to leave the shower before he even thinks about starting an actual conversation. He does feel a bit shy when it comes to bothering you when you have a schedule in your head. He knows how important schedules are to your career, and he might be overestimating the small ones. He didn't realize how much you missed him as well. You exit the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around you before you grab his face and start kissing all over it. His cheeks are burning pink and he feels as if he is suffocating, but it's in the best possible way.

✯ You help with stamina things. He is not very active so he has no idea what is an athletic person's limits and strengths when it comes to certain things a crime scene can intale. Your opinion matters to him.

✯ He is willing to learn some dances for you as a fun little exercise. He has a hard time saying no to you anyway so he'll always just magically end up in that predicament.

✯ He will come to your shows if you ask him to, plus he likes seeing you in-the-zone (it's one of the things that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

✯ The closet is 90% your clothes and that's fine with him, he doesn't own a lot of stuff anyway, and if he runs out it's not as if he's beyond just putting on one of your black shirts.

Hajime Hinata

✯ Your talent is incredible beautiful to him. Not only is it beautiful, but it is also impressive. The amount of work you do and consistently is mind-boggling, he is not that much of a hard worker and he realizes this to a greater extent whenever he witnesses how hard you work. You put a lot of thought into your active lifestyle and ways you can benefit from everyday decisions in terms of being a dancer, like the things you eat and the amount of steps you take. He tends to find himself analyzing you. Is this what it takes to be the SHSL Dancer?

He is amazing and supportive even when it is inconvenient. He is resting in bed with his eyes closed, trying to sleep, but you just keep tossing and turning by his side. "What is it?" He groans, covering his eyes with his elbow. "My back is sore." Sleep on it, he almost says. A part of him wants to be considerate only do to the fact that you are annoying him, but instead, he feels like he should help you just because of the fact that you are in pain. He doesn't like seeing you in such a bad state. "Lay on your stomach real quick," he says. With a small slur of complaint, you still listens to what he says, and you keep your head on his side so you can watch him. He lazily makes your back fully accessible before digging his thumb into a small part of your upper back. You inhale. "Alright, alright!" He just smirks before he actually starts his massage.

✯ He doesn't like how many of your beauty/hair products you have in the bathroom. He is always knocking shit over. What do you need sunscreen moisturizer and anti-sweat dry shampoo for? Why do you have 10 different types of deodorant (and which one is his?)?

✯ If you are in public with him and start breaking out into dance he is walking away.

✯ Tbh with how much money you make he's probably making you pay for dinner.

#byakuya togami imagines #byakuya togami #byakuya togami x reader

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