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loversj0y · 10 months

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ITS ME ITS ME IM GLONK

I HAVE ANOTHER SIREN IDEA

So: i was learning about art forgery earlier this year, and my professor was mentioning how because of the elitism in the art world, some artists are forced to turn to forgery because no one will pay large amounts of money for art that doesn't have a famous name/history attached to it. SO they'll copy other people's artstyles and say they found this "Leonardo Da Vinci" work in some abandoned attic somewhere and sell it (now obviously because DaVinvi is so famous, it would be pretty hard to sell that lie, but you know what I mean. maybe a buttersworth painting. idk).

...And you can launder money with art forgeries: somebody could buy a forgery with money achieved through nefarious means (dirty money), then resell it for the same (or a higher) price. Now they have the same amount/more money, but it was achieved through legitimate means so its harder to track down/make a case against it in court.

Anyway: The Syndicate catches some broke ass college student on their territory, but they are a damn quick thinker and say that they have connections in crime to spare themselves. The student tells them that they have contact with this guy Anonymous, who provides art forgeries that the Syndicate can then sell and keep their money trail clean (especially useful, when in their civilian disguise. all that money is suspicious...). What the student ISN'T telling them is that they aren't just the middleman for Anonymous' works, they ARE Anonymous (because, if the Syndicate got sick of them and knew that there was only just one person involved in the business, they could just kill that one person. But if they think there's multiple, they'd have to keep the student alive to get to Anonymous).

Maybe Siren finds out that its the student who is doing the paintings, and they bond over their artistic interests; him being a musician, them being a painter.

Or, ALTERNATE SCENARIO: There IS a mafia that the Syndicate is dealing with, and the mafia agrees to set them up with one of their greatest contributors. Obviously Siren is sent to talk with this mysterious associate-- since he's very persuasive-- and instead of finding some shady, powerful crimelord, he finds a worn out, paint-splattered college student wearing J O R T S in a shitty apartment. they don't even react when they see him they're just used to it at this point.

i might un-anonymize myself soon idk

GLONK YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE OH MY GOD

firstly, always feel free to spam my inbox with ideas, they make me happy to see and i love coming home or having a minute to read through them and reading it like the daily paper, it’s my favorite part of the day

secondly!!!!! AHHHH okay the whole thing abt hiding the fact that this broke college student is actually like an amazing art dealer and like potentially dangerous is so juicy. like

student: “yeah, Anonymous is crazy. they once stabbed someone and used their blood to sign a painting because it was the only color they could get to match a specific red tone that Van Gogh used” knowing damn well it was actually their own blood because they cut their finger opening up a box of new paints, causing the red to splatter on the floor

siren: “wow… this Anonymous person must be dangerous. how are you so calm around them? not to sound rude… but you dont strike me as the fighting type”

student: *think fast think fast, i cant let them know i make most of the forgeries or that i am Anonymous* “we’re lovers”

siren: “what.”

i feel like techno would be the first one to figure it out, and wilbur would be dead last. techno knew the minute he met you but just kept quiet about it, phil realized when he monitored your activity for a day and noticed how you’d be mimicking famous artists, tommy realized because student told him, and wilbur didn’t believe it for a second until he literally showed up to a meeting Anonymous had set up, watched as they tried to kidnap them, resulting in their mask being knocked off and siren was like OH FUCKIN SHIT OH NO

but i also love the second alternate part bc siren’s heard all these stories about anonymous’s ability to replicate artists exactly and how skilled they are, and then student opens the door and is just like “okay. siren is here. totally normal.”

siren’s like “i need you to do something for me”

student just scoffs “yeah? you’re going to have to wait, i have to finish a painting for my niece. she asked me to paint her favorite barbie doll” fully serious and siren is just like ??????? and considers using his voice but is just curious and wants to watch you work so just sits back and watches.

also LOVE the concept of the anteater paintings. wilbur is just staring around in anger and annoyance and student is just there, grinning evilly and watching bc they know he wont say anything about it so it’s funny.

#mar talks #glonk :3 #glonk you know an awful lot about art theft…..#also im on vacation for another few days so while i cant respond much #PLEASE spam my inbox #i love reading all this #siren wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader

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saint-gerard-of-arc · 3 years

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Forgive me being unapologetically in love with u 🥺❤️

Skshkdshdhdk ily too 👉💕💝💓💗💕💕💝💞💗👈

#witchy's ask booth #we might as well make it official. can I say I have a russian spy as my gf?#you can tell people your s/o is a mafia associate #skdhjffk that's so dumb lmao I'm sorry #unless?#btw fuck me I'm procrastinating so much I'm so nervous about posting the fic for some reason #I have never hesitated so much. I'm nervous!!! ahhhhh #and by dedicating my time to the finishing touches of the fic I forgot completely about everything else #and I've been forgetting about asks and tags I'm so overwhelmed by nothing all of a sudden #without counting all the fics I want to read bc you guys deserve all the support #I tried making a moodboard. spent hours researching pics. then I decided it wasn't working out so I scrapped the idea #I mean I *could* draw a cover art of some sort I have some pictures in mind. but at the same time aaaahhhhh I want to post it #only then I can be truly free but what if I don't want to be free???#oh the duality of man #I am sp sorry for rambling I literally don't know what's going on I'm in a weird place mentally rn #it might be the sleep deprivation #me: tonight I'm going to bed early #also me: stays up till three am for the third day in a row 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️#now I understand why I've been called Tommy I'm literally sabotaging myself with every step I make #anyway I really really need to go now and I might need a break from interaction so sorry if I haven't/won't reply to anyone #in the next like. 48 hours? but I need to get a fucking grip here

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thatsthetriick · 3 years

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Jjba characters in a coming of age movie with their s/o

Summary: What if you and (insert jjba character) are in a coming of age movie? What would happen in the movie, how would you interact? Header photo: Haruiro astronaut Pairings: Joestars x s/o

Jonathan Joestar ── Bleachers ♡ You’ll probably be in a boarding school in the 1960s in england. ♡ He is the star student and you’re probably just a normie and you wouldn’t want to associate yourself with him and you just want to live a peaceful life ♡ You’ll be asked to assist the rugby team in exchange for some grades and you couldn’t deny it so you agreed with your teacher and you two had a deal. Your job is simple, all you need to do is just to be in charge of the attendance and be the coach’s spokesman if he’s busy and it wasn’t that bad. ♡ You are also a supervisor whenever the coach is not around and you overall just support everyone just like an assistant. They need water? you’ll get some for the whole team, etc. ♡ Jonathan will honestly start developing feelings for you, and you to him, he starts helping you with your homework on the bleachers and you two will go anywhere together, and you’ll mostly be the one to rebel and sneak out at night to hang out with him and he’d usually feel scared to skip but he didnt let his fear take over him and he just followed you. ♡ The conflict is probably the fact that you witnessed a girl confessing to him near a fountain within school grounds, it kinda broke your heart and lost your motivation to assist the team yet you still continued. ♡ Your ending is probably depressing because he really likes this girl who confessed to him(probably Erina) so you’re left in the shadow and moreover it’s hard to skip and rebel with him when he prioritizes his girlfriend all the time. ♡ Your iconic scene with him is probably him helping you on the bleachers. Joseph Joestar ──Coward ♡ It’ll be 2000s in america as well probably and this movie will be a enemies to lovers thing huehue. ♡ You and Joseph hate each other and the whole school knew that and no one ever knew why, maybe because the first day you went to school you accidentally bumped to him and made your food go over him which made him held a grudge on you but at the same time flirt with you? Or make odd statements which just annoys you. ♡ You don’t take him seriously, you take him as a playboy so his flirts wouldn’t affect you at all and it’s not like you’ll take the praises that came out of that brunette’s mouth. ♡ It all changed when obviously you two got assigned in a project that requires the both of you to go to each other’s houses and at first you two argued a lot but you two started thinking that maybe it’s not that bad. ♡ The conflict is probably the fact that this guy likes another girl and you start getting confused with your emotions everytime he interacts with his girl crush, you really feel jealous but you’re still in denial. ♡ He also has feelings for you honestly but since he knew you practically hated so he knew he had NO chance which is why he just shooed his feelings away for you even though he genuinely really liked you. ♡ You get into a rivalary with the girl he liked which led to the two of you arguing publicly and you probably got embarrassed since she revealed to everyone that you liked Joseph. ♡ Joseph actually felt really happy to hear this and the movie ends with the two of you dating but being really good friends as well. ♡ Your iconic scene with him is both of you lying down on his bed while looking at the ceiling and talking about stories you two experienced. Jotaro Kujo ──Not that necessary ♡ The setting would probably be somewhere in the 1990s in america in a tiny town somewhere. ♡ Jotaro never really had a permanent home and by this he constantly moved town to town, which means he never really got close with anyone else in his schools and he’d prefer it that way that he wont just get close to anyone ♡ Though he continues being in arguments and physical fights and one of the fights got him in detention with you, now you in the other hand always get in detention for your little pranks to the teachers or skipping and getting caught, let’s just say that in this movie you’re not really the best student and you didn’t really care moreover mind, but when you saw Jotaro you got a vibe you two will get along. ♡ Since you two were the only ones in the classroom you whisper him to follow you as you two escape the window, he’ll probably groan or grunt at you at first but he’ll eventually follow you to get out of detention without using the front door. ♡ You two escape outside the window and run to a forest nearby probably, he’s not much of a talker so you did the talking for him most of the time, you two will do a lot of things in this movie, such as climbing rooftops of houses or going to playgrounds while talking or just bike around the neighbourhood, getting ice cream. ♡ The conflict here is that he’ll be moving soon and it’s hard for the both of you to be separated, since he doesnt’ want you to get hurt his immature 17 year old self would probably tell you that he doesn’t want to be friends or something that hurts, like “I never liked you as a friend anyways”, “ I just used you.” ♡ You would be heartbroken and deep inside you didn’t know why he would randomly tell these things to you and you would distance yourself from him and school generally that’s how much it affected your friendship. ♡ The ending would probably be upsetting and sad with you being left in the town and with Jotaro leaving, he really thought that he could make you leave him by insulting you but it just made you sad instead of being mad at him honestly. ♡ Though the epilogue would probably give the audiences hope since you two will bump to each other 8 years later as adults. ♡ Your iconic scene with him is probably walking to the forest and you doing the talking for him. Josuke Higashikata ──It started at the Diner ♡ The setting would probably be in the 50s in a 50s diner in america. ♡ You were a teenage regular customer there probably a loner and perfect student who’s got everything and is technically bored of life ♡ Everything changed when a bunch of deliquents sat on a table across yours and one of them got your attention the most, he probably saw you staring and you would feel embarrassed honestly and you will hesitate talking to him. ♡ You’ll only probably meet him there but you’ll eventually find him in the town and encounter him everywhere but you still hesitate to talk to him but you two started to talk and there was instant connection. ♡ The iconic scenes you would have with him is probably talking to him in a diner. ♡ The movie would probably also show about your boring life becoming more interesting as you rebel with him, the movie will show the message that teenagers should have fun while they can especially when they are still in their childhood, and that you should never miss the opportunity of meeting new people. ♡ The conflict in the movie is probably your school and your parents and their expectations and the fear that Josuke will be bored of you the more you focus on your education than friends and that he’ll eventually leave you, and how simple things in your life can easily block you from hanging out with him. ♡ The ending would probably be sweet and happy with the two of you spending your whole school year and summer bonding with each other, probably a open ending for the audience to decide. Giorno Giovanna ──Oh to see without my eyes ♡ Two of you are two teenagers in nothern italy which means you’re in a more grassy parts of italy, and you are in a wealthy family. The setting is 80s-90s italy ♡ He honestly goes to the same highschool as you and he was the new student probably. Your movie with him is probably wholesome and calming and peaceful. ♡ You always like going on the waters and beaches and he would just watch splashing water around and swimming. You two enjoy hanging out at nighttime the most, you would run around the town laughing and biking around near the forest and you would have midnight picnics where you would make snacks for the both of you. ♡ It’s instant connection, the day you met you two were already connected and already friends and it stayed until this day. You two eventually also get feelings for each other honestly as you guys hangout everyday to entertain yourselves. He was kind and polite moreover a gentleman ♡ The conflict is that he has a dream, that he wants to becoming a don of a mafia and you couldn’t stop him and instead you just wholeheartedly supported him till he eventually had to leave you to persue his dream, he went missing and missed a lot of school days because of this. ♡ The ending is sad you two never saw each other again and he intentionally did this because he didnt want you to be in danger ♡ Your iconic scene with him is probably you walking on the shore of the ocean with him by your side as you two talk away as you feel the cold touch of the water touching your bare feet as he stays dry on the sand.

Sorry dudes I’m still in part 5 :”DD, srry for typos im tryna speedrun this xD, might do the jobros and jofoes next >:DD

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mistabullets · 4 years

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Okay! Imagine! Mista with a S/o that IS Bruno's little sister

> As Bruno’s sister, you respect and appreciate your fratellone.

> He made sure to give you plenty attention when the two of you were younger and in a way, he’s very protective of you. When your father became disabled from the gunshot wounds, Bruno basically raised you and made sure you continue your education. Growing up, it eventually clicked that your older brother was working for the mafia. How else can such a young man his age able to afford your schooling, the nice apartment complex, and your father’s hefty medical bills?

> It made you worried. What if Bruno accidentally cross the wrong people? What if he never came home? You offered to find work, drop out of school, or just do something to ease the burden. You even offered to join Passione but your brother particularly seethed at the idea. “Under absolutely no circumstances will you be doing that, rella. Do me a favor - promise me you will not associate with anyone else in Passione. Am I clear?��

> Swallowing nervously, you promised. He even made you pinky promise.

> Life moved on. Your father passed and Bruno became more committed to his work as he rose through the ranks. Eventually, Bruno found you a nice place in town and paid for your tuition for school. Your essentials were covered. He even made you change your last name so you weren’t associate with him in anyway or form. Bruno always made sure to call you once in day and check in - he was such a mother hen. But you wanted to try to live independently! So you picked up a part time job, perhaps at some cafe, bakery, or restaurant. You didn’t tell your brother about it, since he would throw a fit and tell you to focus on your studies.

> That’s how you met him.

> He was a frequent customer and was quite the looker. A toned body, sun kissed skin, warm dark eyes, and curls peaking out of his hat. He always bought a lot of food - like he had a whole family to feed. But you never questioned it because he was so friendly, maybe a bit too eccentric but endearingly so - sometimes you would sneak him an extra of his favorites. You eventually became aware of his phobia of four and made sure not to give him four of anything. Weeks later, you were bold enough to write your number on a napkin when he made a passing comment how it sucked being single.

> He gave a lopsided smile and asked for your name. You kindly gave it to him and he told you his name. “Guido Mista. I’ll call ya later tonight, Y/N! Maybe we can set up a date or somethin’?”

> When you arrived him, you were eager to receive his call and was pleased when your heard your phone ringing. Eventually, you did set up the date. That date became multiple dates. He started coming over to your apartment and staying the night. It was safe to say the two of you were an item now. There were some questions you would like to ask; why did he have a gun? Why did he talk to himself a lot? How come sometimes he would smell like... iron and death? And god, how much could this man eat? But you assured yourself that it was nothing too serious to fret over. You were just over analyzing.

> Bruno figures out pretty quickly you had a boyfriend and wanted to meet him. But you were quite worried about introducing each other. Your brother was essentially your father figure; he will make it obvious if he approves of your boyfriend or not. You kept postponing dates to meet up - it’s not like you didn’t want Mista to meet Bruno but your brother could be nitpicky about if your lover was good enough for you or not. You didn’t want Guido to feel any pressure from your brother. He was already good enough for you and that’s what matters.

> However Mista is more than eager to introduce you to his familigia. “Well, it’s more like, me and five of dudes but they’re particularly like bros to me!”

> After hearing nothing but praise from your boyfriend, you were looking forward to meeting them as well. When approaching the villa, you wondered how six men in their late teens and early twenties can afford to board such an estate. You were greeted by four other men - a pretty blonde with curls and a braid greeted you, a studious young man in green teaching a messy haired with purple eyes, and a brooding man with long silver hair tuning out the world with his headphones.

> “Finally we can have dinner!” Narancia shouts.

> “Narancia, you dumbass, we have a guest here! And we need to finish this problem here!” Fugo exclaims, looking like he wants to stab the boy.

> “Will the two of you shut up? I can hear you through my headphones and our capo is still doing paperwork upstairs!” Abbacchio takes a glance up at you, “You look quite familiar...” he murmurs.

> Giorno leads you to the kitchen and it smells like your mother’s home meals. You settle in a seat right next to Mista and you can hear your stomach growl. “Our capo was expecting ya and took the time out of his day to make this dish! He’s honestly a really good cook when he wants to be. He’s honestly like, the big brother of this group, aside from Abba over there—“

> “Don’t call me that,” Abbacchio sighs, popping open a bottle of red wine. You giggle - despite the chaos and the energy strumming through the air, you can appreciate how homely it is. You’re growing comfortable already, Mista already has a hold of your hand under the table, happy that everyone so far has been welcoming in their own unique way. You’re growing used the all the noises and clattering of plates, you don’t hear the footsteps approaching. You raise your head up to greet the new presence, only to find a familiar face that looks much like your own. The rest of the gang noticed and perks up, wondering why the two of you look so taken aback.

> “B-Bruno?” you ask in disbelief

> “Huh? Ya know Bucciarati or somethin’, bambina?” your boyfriend ask, swallowing nervously.

> “We do. She’s my sister, after all,” Bruno responds, collecting his composure despite Narancia in the background saying “holy shit that’s your sister?” Even Abbacchio lets out a surprised gasp. Mista is glancing at the two of you, back and forth, the similarities of facial structures and eyes now dawning on the gunslinger. What a small world. And you, on the other hand, are now coming to realization that this must be Bruno’s team. So that means... you’ve been dating a mafioso for the past months now - the gun and the smell of iron (no, blood) made a sense now. And you inadvertently broke Bruno’s promise: to not associate with a gangster.

Perhaps after dinner, we can talk about this.” Oh no. Was he angry? Upset? There was something laced with his words. Dinner passed by with awkward silence, despite how delicious the food was. No wonder it smelled so much like home... You held onto to Mista’s hand, as if to reassure him. And while he couldn’t grasp the entirety of the situation, he tried to sympathize with his capo. He understood why you may have been kept a secret - Passione’s underbelly screamed dangerous and someone would definitely try to use you as bait for Bucciarati. After all, Polpo’s suicide was still being investigated and there have been rumors flying around about how suspicious it was that one of Bruno’s subordinates last saw him alive. This double your risk. Not only was your brother a capo for Passione but your boyfriend was gunslinger for mafia as well.

> After dinner, Bruno wants to talk to Mista alone. You dread whatever his verdict will be and wait outside silently, hoping your brother doesn’t force Mista to cut things off with you. To be frank, you didn’t mind Guido being part of the mafia - sure, it was scary to ponder if your loved one was okay and wonder if they’ll come home alive. But Bruno had survived for this long. Guido definitely had the will to do the same. And you doubt this man would wanna put you in active harm’s way! He cried one time for accidentally hitting your face during a tickle fight once so you knew his motives weren’t ulterior.

> Bruno questioned Mista like it was an interrogation. While he knew his underling was a good man at heart, Bruno couldn’t help but worry for his baby sister - that was his only family left. He was surprised to learn the two of you met at your part time job. Bruno specifically told you not to worry about finances! “Listen Bucciarati, ya sis loves ya. She talks ‘bout what a great guy ya are ‘nd how much you’ve done for her. But... you also been makin’ her feel sheltered. She was so nervous ‘bout us meeting. I... I know ya wanna protect her and so do I! But ya can’t be babyin’ her forever. Ya gotta let her make her own choices. So I ain’t gonna break up with her. That’s up to her, for her to decide, ya know?”

> After reflecting on the younger man’s words, he reluctantly agrees with him. Sure, you are his baby sister but you’re an adult and can make your own decision. You can distinguish what is and isn’t safe. Obviously, you’re not that naive. And perhaps with the gang knowing about your existence, that would grant you extra protection if anything were to happen. He sighs, “Fair enough. But if you break my sister’s heart, I will lock you up in Sticky Finger’s dimension. And make sure you protect her. Understood, Mista?”

> Mista particularly beams. “Understood, capo! Thank ya for blessin’, I promise I’ll take care of her.”

> In the end, you continue to date Mista. It definitely takes awhile to adjust - while your brother is understanding your relationship and respects it, he’ll glare daggers at Mista if he’s being a little too touchy during dinners and outings. You thank Bruno for allowing this relationship and apologize for accidentally breaking that one promise.

> He smiles at you softly, finding it endearing how you kept that to heart. “Well, promise me not to do anything stupid and keep up with your studies, alright?” he offers his pinky to you.

> “Alright, I promise!”

> “Oh, I don’t even think about marriage and kids until you’re done with your studies—“

> “Bruno, hush!”

#my writing #mista guido #bruno bucciarati #headcanons #mista x reader #jjba #jojo #jojo’s bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba x reader #lunamoonartist

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soukokuwu · 4 years

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Hi there, I really love your writing. Can you write a scenario where Dazai's black fem s/o who works at the ada and is encountered with a racist client who makes it pretty obvious that she doesn't want the s/o there because of her skin colour and s/o is feeling pretty down at it. Something similar recently happened to me so I kinda just wanna read some damn scenario about it, thanks.

HOME IS NOT A PLACE. genre; pairing. fluff; dazai x reader word count. 1,675 synopsis. dazai comforts you after an unnecessary hardship. warning. brief discrimination author notes. i’m so sorry to hear that happened to you (& i know i took very long with this, i apologise.) i’ve had similar discrimination inflicted upon me too so i hope you don’t have to experience it again & that you’re feeling better by now. <3

The nerves of some people.

A pair of chocolate beads observe silently, intensively, as the callous words spill out of thin, dry lips.

“I don’t want someone like her to serve me.”

Sip.

The old woman eyes you top to bottom.

“I demand someone else, someone... normal, at least.”

He catches the disdain in her voice. He’s sharp as a tack. Beside him the weretiger watches, cowering as he feels the ominous energy emanating from his superior. He’s seen Dazai angry, furious, but never like this. Never... silent. In this moment, the brunette is absolutely livid.

Dazai’s hands are placed on the table, balled tightly into fists. His eyes are trained on the client you’re trying to appease — she’s too wrapped up in her own head to notice him glaring. As he expects. People like that are often ignorant.

Normally he’d hate to get caught up in things like this, prefers to leave it to Kunikida, but the blonde isn’t around and it’s you she’s speaking to. He’s not going to keep mum when it comes to you. How dare someone insult his girlfriend for something that shouldn’t even matter?

Dazai loves you, he knows you’re way too nice to stand up for yourself, and Naomi is already killing herself trying to appease this witch. He notices the way your nervous fingers are fumbling with each other, the way you press your lips together to stop them from trembling, even the way your feet are tucked under the table brushing against each other. You’re scared, and your head is hung so low... you’re ashamed?

The line has been drawn a while ago. But now he absolutely can’t stay still. Not when it’s leaving you feeling so horrified.

He stands up, forcefully kicking the chair back against the wall with his knees as he does, and everyone in the room goes quiet.

All eyes are on him. His bangs are messy, covering his eyes, and lucky they are, because whatever expression lay under there it isn’t for everyone to see. Even the usually chirpy Kenji is stunned into silence, a wave of fear flashing across his features.

“Oh? Has the whiny granny finally shut up?” Dazai hums.

He’s fully aware that everyone in the room feels even more uncomfortable than before. As they should be; he doesn’t use this tone much, if at all, around them. It’s a tone most associated with who he used to be, a tone that incites a flashback to his port mafia days.

But in the midst of everything, you snap out of your seat and scurry off, your head in your hands. And Dazai watches as you run out of the office. Should he deal with the lady first? Or should he get to you? He doesn’t much know the ‘right’ ways of a relationship, but a nudge comes in from Naomi.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of this,” Naomi assures him, a newly invigorated motivation after seeing his strong reaction.

Dazai mumbles a “thanks” before he excuses himself to find you — shooting one last warning glare at the old lady — and he knows just where you are.

Something cold is pressed against your cheek and you jolt. Dazai pulls it away with a chuckle and waves the cold can of juice in your face.

His features are much softer now than it was before, and you ease up a little when you realise he must be so worrried to have come up here to find you. When you take the can from him, he settles down quietly beside you and looks out at the view, and you two sit there wordlessly.

You are on the rooftop of the building right beside the ADA office. This is your hideout, a safe, convenient space for when you really need an escape from anything. And today is one of those days. Rare as they may be, you expect some people to react that way. Because sometimes humanity is flawed in the worst ways possible.

In an ideal world you wouldn’t be feeling this way. In an ideal world, everyone here would be able to accept you for who you are — not what you look like, not where you’re from. In an ideal world, you’d be free from the judgemental, free of the discrimination.

But this isn’t an ideal world. This is earth. This is life. What can you do but accept it? What else can you do other than tolerate what’s thrown at you? You think back to the harsh words spewed by the woman before — the one targeted at you because of your skin tone.

A rush of memories flood your mind.

Unwelcome looks from classmates. Sneers wherever you went in school. The way your name was associated with the sentences “why is she here?” and “she looks weird”. It was like sentencing you to be a social outcast over something you couldn’t control. You’d been forced to spend most of your schooling days alone, project groups being the bane of your existence. Where you thought it’d be an opportunity to make friends, it just gave the other kids additional chances at mocking you. The worst part was you couldn’t even talk to anyone about it. You had your doubts talking to school counsellors, they could easily be one of them. You didn’t even dream of telling your mother either, being a single mom was hard enough, you didn’t want to pile on more problems.

But it lightened up as you got older and people got more mature. Didn’t mean it stopped completely, though. You still had to welcome several unwanted glares and finger-pointing. But at least the name-calling stopped. And what you didn’t hear wouldn’t hurt you. It got better when you finally stepped out into the adult world. People were generally more accepting now, and you didn’t once feel left out in the ADA. They were all kind, for the most part, and never once did they discriminate against you. All they cared about was your work ethic, and they all generally accepted you for who you are. They didn’t give a damn what you looked like.

They accepted you for you, and that was the greatest gift they could have bestowed upon you. To the others it may have been nothing, but to you it meant everything.

There had never been a day where you were forced to confront your old fears. Until today. When that lady ever so subtly insulted you. It was like every doubt that ever crossed your mind since you were a kid came flooding back to you, the questions of whether you really belonged here, whether you should just give up and move away. But where? This is your home, for as long as you can remember.

“I love your eyes.”

Dazai’s sudden declaration stuns you, and you tilt your head towards him with a curious gaze. He isn’t teasing you, you knew that much. If he was, he would wear that wide, silly grin of his. No, this time his smile is… endearing, comforting.

“I love the way your smile reaches your eyes.”

A pair of hands reach out to cup your cheeks, and you can feel yourself getting nervous. He usually never speaks his feelings. Why is he doing this now?

“Look at me, belladonna,” he coaxes, and you listen. You’re met with earnest chocolate eyes, and you keep looking into them, even as they inch closer and closer towards you. He stops the moment the tip of his nose touches yours, and you feel your breath hitch at your throat.

“You are a beautiful person, my love,” he assures you, voice low and steady. His eyes are still staring straight into yours, and you can just make out his beautiful hair flowing in the breeze. “I’ve thought that ever since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

You chuckle, remembering the first day you stepped foot in the ADA office. Dazai had stumbled over all googly-eyed and took your hand, already confessing his future love with you. And he was right, because look at you now. And all the sounds muffle together as you continue gazing at your boyfriend as he lists down all the things he loves about you. From things as small as how your hands feel in his to the way he absolutely loves how he can be completely himself (or as much as he can be) around you.

“Shut up.”

Without even thinking, you find yourself tilting heavenward, pressing your lips onto his. It’s something he welcomes, by the way, his hands moving from your cheek to your neck and kissing you deeper.

You know exactly what he means by saying all of that. And you find it cute, how his way of comforting you is quite a roundabout, yet why does it still work? But you find the answer when you pull away, that first moment when you open your eyes — really open your eyes — and meet his. He’s right.

That lady’s opinion didn’t matter. It hurts, you know he’s not invalidating it, but he just knows talking about it further would just frustrate you more. Besides, he’s been with you long enough to know; if you want to, you would talk about it, and he would listen. As he always does. Even when it’s about things you considered trivial or stupid, he always gives you the time of day, always tries to make everything better.

He’s right — she doesn’t matter. To you, the one that matters most, is him. And you’re grinning silly just thinking of just how much he loves you, and how easily he makes you feel better with just his words. The lady and her biting remarks are well behind you now, as he envelops you in his arms, giving you an important confirmation: Dazai would always have your back, would always protect you.

Because you can have a myriad of doubts, but one thing is for sure.

Dazai is your home.

tags. @yokelish @gogolparadise @fyowyn-writes @smoochi-dazai @animatedarchives

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lavenderslemonade · 5 years

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Hello! I'd like to make a request if I may! How would Aizawa, Mic and All Might react if they found out their S/O used to be a Villain (a pretty bad one at that) but gave it all up just to be with them. How they find out is totally up to you! Thank you!

Sure thing! Also, my requests are currently open if anyone is interested!

Also! I can’t believe I’ve already reached 200+ followers, close to 300! thank you guys so much for the support! I’ve actually been debating on posting My Hero Academia fanart. What do you think? Should I go for it?

How (Aizawa, Present Mic, and All Might) React to Their S/O Being an Ex-Villian

Aizawa

- He knew you had come from a pretty tough life, he just didn’t know how tough

- He found out when principal Nezu asked if it was okay for the school to look into your background at the chance of hiring you as a substitute for possible classes

- Aizawa gave them permission, though knew it would be best to talk with you first, though just in case you were down for it, you could already be in the clear to start

- When he brought it up during dinner that evening he noticed you had visibly tensed before running to the bathroom to throw up

- He couldn’t understand why such news would make you upset

- You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes, due to what you know he’s now bound to find out

- When Nezu calls him into his office, he’s suspected that you’ve been given the all clear, but Nezu just gives him a sympathetic look before stating that the school doesn’t feel comfortable hiring an ex-villian

- Nezu, feels nothing but pity and shame for having to break the news to the teacher, and slides the file to Aizawa for him to read over

- He finds out that your parents died when you were a child, something he already knew about

- Though he knew you had adopted parents, he didn’t know that before then you have been bounced around from multiple foster homes

- He reads the reports of physical abuse by different families, and once he gets to your high schools years, he see’s where you were first arrested

- It started out as petty theft from stealing food, to cheap jewelry from stores

- It wasn’t till he read up to your late teens that you started doing extreme theft

- Robbing museums of priceless jewels as well as stores, plus helping sell illegal weapons to villians

- Once he got around to you being twenty three he noticed that all the villainous things you used to do just stopped

- He remembers when he met you when you were twenty two at the local cat cafe near his house

- You claimed to be busy mostly due to work, which he now found out what that was, though it clicks in his head that once you turned twenty three was when the two of you had started to date and get serious

- When he gets home, he’s still processing the information

- He was married to an ex-villian, you had been keeping this from him

- He honestly feels betrayed, upset, and currently feeling conflicted about being angry

- He finds you in the bedroom, knees against your chest, staring blankly at the wall

- You just look so sad, and hollow, and something that attracts his attention is the packed up suitcases beside you

- Were you really planning to leave now that he had found out?

- “I’ll go if you want. I’m sorry I never told you.” You stated, still not being able to bring your eyes to meet his

- He just sighs and climbs onto the bed with you, watching once again as your body tenses

- “Why did you never tell me.” There’s clear evidence of hurt and anger in his voice causing you to roughly swallow

- “Because I never wanted you to give me that look. All those nasty looks of disgust I could receive from people who would watch as I was arrested, but I can’t handle you looking at me that way.” You’d choke back a sob

- Aizawa would honestly be conflicted

- He doesn’t know if he should pull you into a hug and comfort you, or just let you be

- Though he weighed against the last option feeling you needed some times, he couldn’t bring himself to leave you alone

- He was scared, and knew that if he left you alone you’d take it as him wanting you gone, and no doubt about it if he came to check on you, you’d probably be gone through the window and left down the fire escape of your apartment building never to be seen again

- The thought of you leaving caused his chest to ache. The two of you had spent the past six years happily married

- You weren’t a villian anymore, you have paid your dues, and learned from them, thus he felt he had nothing to judge you on or hate you for

- The past is the past, and he honestly wanted you forever in his future

- He’d wrap you in his arms, hugging you close as you sob into his outfit

- When you finally fall asleep from crying so much, he’d tuck you in and start unpacking your suit cases and putting your clothes back up

- His heart would clench when he finds a copy of your wedding photo in one of your suitcases

- After that you’re more open to him about your past, and no longer feel afraid to answer questions he has for you about your childhood

Hizashi

- He finds out by accident

- He had come home late from patrol, wanting nothing more than to take a hot shower and cuddle with you, who was most likely already asleep

- He noticed that the mail hadn’t been gotten, and figured your day must’ve been so stressful that you forgot

- Ever since he met you, you’ve been helping with community service, now rolling around to be your fourth year

- He always suspected it was a hobby or something you enjoyed doing

- Oh boy, when he saw one of the letters was from the court house for you he got a bit curious

- He knew he shouldn’t be opening your personal mail, but he was curious as to why the court house would send you a letter

- Suspects that they’re asking you about jury duty, though he’s taken back when he reads that you only have six more months left of community service, and you’ll be able to be a full member of society once again

- He’s confused till it clicks in his head

- If you were forced by law to do community service, you must’ve done something pretty bad

- He sneaks down the hall past your shared bedroom, peeking his head in to see you sleeping soundly

- He goes straight to his office and types your name into the search bar

- He watches as images of you as well as articles of your past crimes pop up

- Turns out you were born into a mafia associated family, thus you practically grew up with a family of villians

- Spends about three hours doing research, noticing that he had met you the year you started your community service, about eight months in if he was correct

- After staring at a computer screen for so long he decides to take a shower to process the information

- He decides that once you wake up the two of you could discuss this and figure out why you wanted to keep this from him

- You grew up in a family of villians, it wasn’t your choice. You didn’t know better until you had been arrested

- Once he’s done showering he notices his office door is cracked open a bit more than he remember leaving it

- He goes to peek in, noticing you at his computer, tears in your eyes and a look of heart break

- He can’t stand you looking so broken, thus he’d push the door open slightly, calling out to you

- You’d shoot your head in his direction, a look of hurt and betrayal playing on your facial features

- He’d reach out to you, but you simply stand and walk past him before he can even touch you

- He chases you down the hall, not being quick enough as you lock yourself in your shared bedroom, and he can hear the closet door opening and the sound of clothes being thrown into a bag

- He’d start to panic begging you to open the door, to talk to him, that he’s not mad you at you for keeping it a secret

- Once he starts to break down crying, you finally open the door

- Instinctively he wraps his arms around your waist hiding his face against your stomach

- He feels your body tense at this action, though it relaxes just as quick

- Can feel you trembling as well as a few sobs escaping you

- Feels you shift to be on the floor with him, holding each other close as the two of you just cry

- After you’ve both settled down, you fixed a pot of tea for the two of you

- Spending most of the night discussing your past, your child hood, and how you had honestly planned to return back to crime until you met him

- The two of you remain quiet the other half of the night, enjoying each others presence, and he can now see a sense of ease on your face

Toshinori

- He had actually met you while you were perched on top of a building, watching as a rich family got in their car to go to a social event

- You were preparing to loot their home while they were gone till-

- “I am here!” The loud voice nearly caused you to scream

- You look up at the tall man, realizing who he is, the one and only All Might

- You were pretty sure you had been busted

- “I thought I was patrolling this area by myself this evening? Ah well! It’s always nice to have company!” He’d laugh loudly like usual

- You’d simply chuckle awkwardly before stating you had to go, but he insisted you stay

- After that for some reason, he always appeared where you were, stating he was also there to help you patrol the area

- It started annoying you to no end, thus you tried your best to endure it till you could rob a place in peace

- He followed you around like a lost puppy, talking with you, asking your questions about your life, some which you lied about

- However, having him around became a bit of a breath of fresh air

- Whenever he would appear you’d forget about your goal of robbing a building or home

- It practically got to the point of you waiting for him so you two could talk instead of looking for a place to steal from

- It surprised you when he asked you out to dinner one evening

- You’d never seen the symbol of peace so flustered before

- That was the beginning of your relationship

- The two of you were there for each other, through thick and thin

- He finds out when he’s leaving the police station one evening after turning in a villian

- States he’s in a rush since his girlfriend is preparing dinner that night

- Tsukauchi finally asks Toshinori who he’s seeing since he’s gotten all up and romantic for the past two years

- He gives your name to the officer, and he takes note of his friends worried expression

- “That’s a little risky don’t you think? No, more than risky! Do you know how the public will react when they find out you’re dating an ex-villian?!” He’d scold

- Toshinori is honestly confused

- Was his friend mistaking you for someone else?

- Seeing Toshinori’s confused expression makes Tsukauchi sigh before showing him your file

- Toshinori silently reads through before sighing and closing it

- He arrives home late that even seeing you sitting at the table by yourself

- It hurts him to know he made you wait, but he has to ask you

- Tsukauchi had stated that it had been years since you robbed anything, he All Might was able to trace it back all the way to the week before you met him

- He had come to the conclusion early on that you had most likely been planning to rob the house he met you at

- “(y/n), we need to talk.” He states, and takes note of you visibly tensing

- He asks you about your past as a villian, and requests that you be up front with him

- He can see the look of fear in your eyes, and watches as you quickly try to make a run for it

- He’s faster, caging you against the wall, staring down at you

- He states he’s not mad, and not planning to turn you into the police, all he asks is that you be up front with him

- Thus you tell him everything

- How you were planning to rob the house you two had met at, that no matter where you turned he was there

- He feels his heart swell as you explain just spending time with him caused you to turn away from being a villian anymore

- You two would remain quiet, as you’re honestly scared about what he might do

- You were sure he would never hurt you, but there was still the chance that he would call the police

- You tensed once you felt his hands press against your arms, and slide down to grasp your small hands into his larger ones

- He randomly apologizes for being late, and gently leads you back into the kitchen so you two can have dinner together

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wovenstarlight · 3 years

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YWBK update: chapter 25 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 25 here, or start from the beginning here

okay, on to notes and commentary! first time i’m doing these, let’s hope this works out. commentary under the cut to save people’s dashes

Hamin laughs. “Given how bad you are at not being suspicious, that’s understandable.” “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad.” Hamin screws up his whole face in a squint. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little bad.”

this part was really funny to me when i wrote it because i was like “hmm reasons for DHM to understand why HHJ wouldn’t work in the guild” and then i was like Wait. Their Whole First Meeting, Dude. DHM was lowkey convinced for the longest time that HHJ was like, on the run from the KR version of the mafia, and got plastic surgery to look like his little brothers, and is possibly in some sort of witness protection program??? or something??? how else does he not have cops on his ass this man is so suspicious all the time

“I don’t think… They said the dungeons were, like, different worlds? Did they find people there?”

mafia theory second place. dungeon theory first place

“Like, humans? Um. No, no humans.” “So then you can’t be from there. Okay.”

dungeon theory shot down. mafia theory back in the running

“Hey,” he says cautiously. “I’m— I’m gonna go get us some water, okay? Why don’t you… take a minute.” “Okay.” “The bathroom is over there, if you need it.” “Okay. Thank you.”

after four years working alongside a guy you start to notice when he’s feeling a little out of it and needs a bit of a break... but as JHW mentions later you also learn to be a little subtle about giving him one

jung heewon What’s with your typing? It reads like Jihye’s [HYJ]’s fine. Very energetic Too energetic? He’s going to burn out. How do I make him calm down

Epic Burnout Man makes a reappearance! when translating sclass one of the things that makes me want to shake HYJ most is his habit of constantly adding things to his to-do list while he already has 1 billion things on his plate. and all the time he’s whining about “UGH there’s SO MUCH WORK to do” No One Asked You To Do It

Anyway. the point is. HYJ isn’t about to be beat by HHJ at Developing Issues 😔

jung heewon I haven’t spoken to him directly about this because if he’s anything like you he’ll take it as an insult You wtf whts tht supposed 2 mean quit typing jung heewon Better not say shit, mr “No, I can’t take days off and cater to my interests or go out with friends or on a date, I’m too busy taking care of the kids and making sure their needs are met, no I don’t care that there are thousands of people out there balancing personal enjoyment and romance and work AND kids at the same time, are you suggesting I be a BAD GUARDIAN to MY KIDS?”

see above re: not being too direct with pointing out when HHJ’s having Issues because he doesn’t react well

You wht but our eyes r fine jung heewon Even if having glasses doesn’t run in the family, you should still get him checked, just in case

top 10 funny time travel moments: referring to you and your past self as “us” (our = my eyes are fine), but other people think you mean “our family” (our eyes are fine = no family history of long/shortsightedness)

Also. Sooyoung-ie says hi [Attachment: 20XX1213_144516.jpg]

ok no lie this was one of the parts that pissed me off the most, even though it’s Literally One Line, because. i love chat exchanges. i really do. when done right they’re a lot of fun to read. But Do You Know How Long It Took Me To Figure Out A Calendar For The Events In This Fic. now everything’s TIMED i have to count HOW MANY DAYS IT’S BEEN since XY event so i can CORRECTLY NUMBER the FILE ATTACHMENTS!!! this sucks!!! it took me fucking forever to pin down a timeline just so i could write this chapter plus the few before and after it!!!!

anyway i gave up when i reached year. i just put 20XX. fuck it. we are running on fairy tail time now. (actually i think that’s XXnumber number? XX76? or was it X796. something like that. Who cares i stopped watching fairy tail forever ago)

Fuck it! Hamin will understand!! “If you Awaken you should come work with me,” Han Hyunjae says all in a rush.

“HAMIN WILL UNDERSTAND” => he literally was cool with me giving zero context for half a dozen absolute balls to the wall nonsense bullshit things i’ve done before. he’ll be fine with this too. dog_in_burning_house_this_is_fine.png

“You already know about the guilds, those are going to be for dungeon Hunters, but I was thinking of forming something like an independent group of contractors. Awakened people with skills that aren’t useful for combat, but that might… that will be generally useful. It’d be you and me, and maybe one other guy I met recently. Probably more in the future.”

given that HHJ has no idea currently that peace exists (i’m so sorry baby i’ll find a way to shoehorn you in soon i miss you so much) he’s got no intentions to start a kiseungsu business yet! he mostly wants to live quietly while just acting as a manager for other Awakening-related services, like YMW’s forge and DHM’s tracking service, along with the information exchange/lowkey spy ring that he’s planning on setting up with JHW and the bar. since HYH is fine associating with him in this timeline, HHJ’s thinking he can get a foot in the door that way, then eventually spread out into dealings with most major guild leaders

RIP to this plan. you were well-made but you will not last long.

“Please, I can’t tell you how I know that, I really can’t, it’d put me and my brothers in danger if it got out. But—” “No need.” Hamin looks slightly alarmed, and Han Hyunjae feels himself settle at the obvious concern in his eyes.

MAFIA THEORY RAPIDLY RISING TO PROMINENCE??? THIS IS NOT HOW DO HAMIN WANTED HIS GUESS CONFIRMED

“I spoke to the Task Force Head and she said that there’s been discussion about hosting a meeting for the nearby high-rankers, where they’ll announce the guild proposal and see who else is interested in trying it out.”

“they’ll announce” i’m sorry king 💔 you deserved a nap

(OH ALSO FUN FACT choi eunyoung is a canon character, not an OC of mine! she appears in uhhh i think late 140s? 150s? something like that)

“I think there’s… probably only one other S-rank who’s Awakened right now?”

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehhehe

Hamin beams. “No, they’re doing great! Spookie’s taken really well to the new housing situation, but I think Spots might miss the store…”

shoutout to @daemonic-dawn for letting me borrow a pet name, love u king. i had a much longer ramble about pet names here but i finished typing and realized it was all entirely off topic so i removed it for convenience

Hyunjae makes an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t— I mean.” He huffs, visibly taking a deep breath, and Yoojin frowns reflexively. [...] “Is everything alright?” Yoojin kind of wants to be annoyed at his tone on principle, but he forces his shoulders to relax, matching Hyunjae’s posture. Though he can’t stop himself from being a little short when he answers.

things the brothers have learned in four years living together: getting confrontational often leads to arguments that just fizzle out anyway, so it’s way fucking easier to consciously tone down their combativeness in advance when talking to each other about things they have problems with, instead of screaming their heads off and then having to calm yoohyun down afterwards to boot

“I guess. Whatever.” Yoojin slumps. “Can I…” “Hm?” Hyunjae blinks at Yoojin as he gestures to the spot on the bed beside him, then jolts. “Oh! Yeah, sure, c’mere.” He opens his arms, and Yoojin goes over and flumps on the bed, head in Hyunjae’s lap. Almost immediately, Hyunjae starts stroking fingers through his hair, and Yoojin relaxes into the touch, listening as Hyunjae continues speaking.

cuddles 🥺🥺🥺 sorry i don’t have any other commentary here just. cuddles. extremely and overwhelmingly comforting for a man who spent the better part of 8 years(?) with no major positive relationships, and a kid who spent 12 years of early life basically abandoned by his parents. you had best bet they gave up on not hugging each other 1 year into this whole mess

Yoojin hums in acknowledgement. It’s not like he’d ever let himself get hurt; he has too many responsibilities to his family and friends. If he wants to be good enough to keep up, he can’t afford to fuck up like that. But… hyung will worry if he keeps working so hard. He can slow down a little for him.

Problems disorder man when will you stop. the way he sees “getting hurt” as an inconvenience and an obstacle to his duties rather than a danger to himself. the way he doesn’t really care if he himself gets hurt, but if it’ll worry his family, then it’s a no-no. it’s just. wow. i know i wrote this but i hate him

“Not really. I talk to Myeongwoo about it sometimes.” “Ah, right, Myeongwoo.”

haha gays

“Don’t be weird about him,” Yoojin warns[...]. “I won’t, promise.”

if the “i won’t” line had a dialogue tag it’d be “Han Hyunjae lied”

“Is Eunwoo still in his relationship?” “Mhm, happy as ever. Apparently they’re trying long-distance, now that Eunwoo’s gone off to university abroad.”

three guesses for who eunwoo’s dating and you won’t need the first two

Hyunjae raises his hands like he’s going to deny the accusations levelled against him, so Yoojin seizes him by the collar and shakes him until he cries for mercy

oh my o/rv ass struggled so bad with not writing “shakes him like a man betrayed” here. it killed me not to. but in the end i prevailed (against, uh, myself. don’t think about it too hard.)

“Jeez, okay, he’s an F-rank!” “Eh?! Then why—” “He’s also got an SS-rank potential skill,” Hyunjae admits[...].

play-by-play of this scene because god if i draw any scene in this fic it would be this one just for the sheer hysterical nature of HYJ’s reaction:

YOOJIN: I HATE YOU WHAT THE FUCK WHY. TELL ME HIS RANK

HYUNJAE: HE’S AN F

YOOJIN: WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK?

HYUNJAE: he’s also got an SS-rank skill,

YOOJIN:

#star.txt #work: yesterday will be kinder #writing commentary #my writing #making impulse decisions today. very tired. godonight i hope you enjoy but also you'll have to enjoy without me

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if this doesn’t show up in the tags too i’m gonna !! : ) ) also yes taking this from my old blog inbox sO SEND ME REQUESTS COWARDZZ

anonymous asked : May i request a few headcanons of bruno comforting someone whos experincing loneliness? (Can be platonic or romantic tbh i dont mind either way.) I apprechiate it please amd thank you ^^ also have a good day!!

✦ bruno buccellati comforting his s/o who’s experiencing loneliness ✦ headcanons

pairing : bruno buccellati x gn ! reader

genre : fluff , angst , comfort

notes : this one’s just soo cute !! & tbh even tho i’m surrounded by people i feel lonely very often so i felt it & i’d definitely love it if best mom comforted me ,, i hope ur still out there somewhere nonnie ily <3 i chose the romantic option btw !!

✧˖*°࿐

bruno buccellati :

it was hard ; no matter how many people surrounded you , deep down you couldn’t help but feel so alone . meeting up with the few people you were friends with helped push that feeling back when you were out and about , but coming back to your lonely home made all of your insecurities creep back up .

you could go out with your friends every day for all you cared , but it still felt like you hardly had any sort of connection with them . sitting in your home while watching tv only solidified that feeling . was there really no one in this life that was meant for you ?

and then you met him . bruno buccellati , who was known by many passersby as a helpful man overall . it seemed like he was there whenever anyone needed a helping hand and you were no exception ; he had prevented you from getting completely soaked in the pouring rain by holding up an umbrella over your shivering figure , successfully shielding you , but also damning himself to stand under the rain . still , his eyes held nothing but good intent and it made you feel warm despite how cold it was . the long - forgotten feeling came as a welcome surprise .

you were a little socially inept , you had to admit , but you still managed to convince him to get underneath the umbrella with you , even if that meant you had to huddle together like a couple of penguins . even so , you noticed that his shoulder that wasn’t next to yours wasn’t fully under the umbrella . you were far too embarrassed to say anything , so you kept trekking on .

after he walked you home , you practically begged him to let you take him out for a coffee in return for endangering his health like this . he reluctantly agreed with a chuckle and you reveled in the fact that your life had gotten a little more interesting , if only for a moment .

you had no idea why he chose to keep in touch with you after your little coffee meeting , but you were grateful . he exuded such a comforting presence that made you feel like this was it ; the genuine connection you’ve been craving for so long .

so of course you had to go in and ruin it , blurt out that you have feelings for him out of the blue . you were nothing but a delusional idiot --

imagine your surprise when he told you he had fallen for you too . you were about to rejoice for your successful confession , but it was then that he also confessed to you that he was a part of the mafia , involved in dangerous ordeals that could put you in danger just by mere association , not to mention the missions he had to attend . you didn’t care though , you weren’t about to let go of this warmth that graced your life , you didn’t want to be alone again .

but now , with your feelings out in the open , his missions became unbearable , the sinking feeling of loneliness growing bigger and bigger each day he was away , especially without the guarantee he’d be back safe and sound . you never told him about just how lonely you felt , even when around people , not wanting to burden him further , so you supposed he wasn’t to blame for not contacting you much throughout his mission , but it still felt horrid .

and today was especially bad . it had been , what , a month now ? with hardly any word to boot . and it wasn’t just loneliness that came to greet you , all your other insecurities came hurdling at you at the same exact time .

you aren’t good enough , a disgusting excuse for a human , with nothing to offer to the world . no wonder you’re alone , all you do was act selfish with how much love you require from bruno , without giving anything in return .

it was only a matter of minutes before you’re reduced to a crying mess on your bedroom floor . through your desperate wails , you hardly hear the footsteps , hardly feel the gentle touch that only barely manages to snap you out of it .

are you dreaming ? or is it really him ?

you don’t have to wonder for much longer , because you’re pulled into bruno’s chest without a second thought , head now resting in a frail manner against him . you’d been craving this touch , but even with it , you still couldn’t help but feel completely alone and detached . after all , how long would it really be before he up and left ?

you manage to calm down a little in ten or so minutes , hiccuping here and there , but at least your bawling had come to a full stop . bruno , hesitant to ask if you’re alright , opted to rub soothing circles on the small of your back .

“ i - i don’t understand ... ” you mutter , gasping for air after each little word . “ y - you’re here , s - so why do i still feel s - so lonely -- ”

oh .

it clicks for him . your longing gazes , the way you cling to him at night , as if he’s going to leave you , how your playful pout every time he’s about to leave seems off due to the way you soon cast your head downwards . he wasn’t sure what happened to you to push you towards feeling so alone in the world , but at the moment he could only blame himself . he had to leave , it was inevitable , but he could’ve at least put some effort into contacting you , even if it was brief .

“ y/n , i’m sorry , i - ”

“ what are y - you sorry for , i’m just being stupid , and selfish , and i don’t deserve y - ”

“ tesoro , look at me . ” he says gently and pulls away , tilting your chin upwards with his hand . his heart sinks at the sight of stray tears rolling down your reddened cheeks . “ you don’t need to apologize , i should’ve noticed . i’ll try better for you from now on , i promise . ”

you want to argue , to tell him that he doesn’t have to do all these things for you , but the way he looks at you with such softness and conviction makes your throat clog all over again , even more tears threatening to spill . this feeling ... isn’t it love ?

“ i love you. ” he confirms for you and it’s the first time he’s said it too . he kisses your forehead . “ you’re perfect . ” then he plants his lips against your cheek . “ you’re perfect for me , so don’t ever think i’ll leave you - ” then your other cheek . “ - even if it’s hard , alright ? ”

he leans his forehead against yours , peering in your glossy eyes intently . “ please remember that you’re not alone anymore . ”

that does you in . you try to keep it in this time , but you can’t help it and the tears spill without a moment to spare . you’re back to being nestled in his chest as he whispers just how much he loves you .

after that little ordeal , he does his best to show that he loves you every day . not just that , but he also takes the time to introduce you to his team in hopes it’ll help you get out of your shell and make friends . he didn’t mind you depending on him , but he didn’t want you to grow too dependent , because that’d be unhealthy for you .

still , even if you do get out of your shell a little bit more and manage to bond with others , he leaves little notes for you every time he leaves and tries to text you whenever he can .

he hopes that someday you’ll be able to be completely happy and free from your ails .

✧˖*°࿐

OOF I POPPED OFF RIGHT --

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imaginethoseguys · 3 years

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Dog... not me saying I won't be writing fanfiction anymore, then asking for Haikyuu inspo and then finishing 3 seasons of Bungou Stray Dogs in a week and writing this...... I have no explanations. bye

One Way

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x fem!S/O Word count: 2.7k Warnings: suicide and depression, angst, it ends good tho Summary: After parting, Dazai thought he would never see her again. He convinced himself he wouldn't. But then, a new lead for a case appears, and Dazai feels his entire being shattering to pieces.

When Dazai saw that case for the first time, he didn’t believe it. It was too good to be true. No, it couldn’t possibly be true. After they parted the last time, he never imagined such a chance to present itself to him. But all the evidence said otherwise, so it left him no choice but to believe. His deadly precise logic was in a raging conflict with his emotions, which Dazai never thought would be an issue. Although, lately, everything became too possible for his comfort.

In existential fear of meeting her again, he regretted meeting her at all. Not for the reasons one would assume. Looking back, he should’ve killed himself months, months, and months ago because now that he knew her, he understood how difficult it was going to be. Before, he was eager and ready to end his life. Nothing really held him back, no bonds strong enough to regret leaving them behind. The issue lied not in reflexivity or thinking too much about others. It was in nothing but his own overbearing and absolute selfishness when it came to her. He didn’t want to live to keep her company, he wanted to hold onto his privilege of looking at her, touching her, smelling her hair, kissing her knuckles, feeling her gaze on his face, feeling her fingers in his hair. He was rid of it after they last saw each other, which was ages ago.

Now, this crushing lonely bliss was tumbling down, all because of a file that stared at Dazai from the surface of his desk. Dozens of people dead, Yokohama was on the brink of a cross-organization conflict, and the newly located lead had Dazai completely taken aback. He wasn’t working, of course, to Kunikida’s great annoyance. He was thinking, spiraling into endless rabbit holes, staring at her photo attached to the file. She looked so nice, why did she always look so nice? Well, he knew why, she was elegant and stylish, there was a metaphysical kind of beauty to her, she looked breathtaking no matter what she did. Perhaps, it was his bias talking. She always looked after his appearance back in the Port Mafia days. She fixed his ties, she taught him to buy good-fitted pants and shirts. She wouldn’t shut up about Mori’s coat asking him to please throw this doormat away and get something nice. He figured it probably wasn’t the coat as much as it was her hate for Mori and his nasty pedophilia, it’s so disgusting it’s probably contagious please wash your hands. She cared. It felt nice. She would be happy to know he burnt it. He wondered if she would like his new coat. He bought it trying his best to remember her advice. He wanted to show it to her.

Wanted but couldn’t, there was no way. There were rumours about her death a few years ago among the Port Mafia crowd, but Dazai called bullshit on it right away. She knew better and she did better than just dying somewhere. Staring at her photo that was clearly taken here, in Yokohama, he couldn’t understand. Why was she here? Why was she involved? She had no reason to be. She wanted to get away, there was nothing she wanted more. After Oda died, they both decided to leave Port Mafia. But Dazai intended to stay in Yokohama and she wished to leave without looking back. Mutual loss drove them apart, they both weren’t mentally ready to find compromises. So she left. And he stayed. And now there was this photo of her, shamelessly lying in the file and destroying the elaborate image of a life he has built for himself. He stated at it for another minute or two. There was one reason for her to be back, Dazai was deliberately avoiding even considering this reason because everything inside him screamed how unrealistic and stupid this reason was.

Still, he had to suppress his inner turmoil because no matter what he thought, rationally, there was only one way to find out. Uttering a quiet ‘I see how it is,’ he got up and started walking towards the exit. Kunikida was quick to stop him.

“Where do you think you’re going, Dazai?”

“Weren’t you the one who gave me the file? I’m off to work, of course.”

“Don’t say ‘of course’ like it’s something ordinary, idiot.”

Kunikida eyed Dazai’s face and fell silent for a moment.

“Do you want me to come with you?” He asked, calmer and noticeably more serious. Dazai looked back at him, eyes half-closed, giving him a moment of silence in return before breaking into another exaggerated smile.

“No thank you, I don’t want you ruining my disguise plan, Kunikida.”

Kunikida started yelling again, but Dazai paid it little attention since he was already out of the door.

One way, he thought repeatedly, as if to burn the phrase into his mind. ___ The building Dazai found himself in was no coincidence or convenience. Universe was speaking to him, furiously punching the obvious into the back of his head as he dodged and ignored the impact. The old abandoned church was the place where he found her after a failed attack mission. She wasn’t a stranger to murder, and she was prepared to face death of her associates as well as her own, but it was her first mission in command and a first horrifying defeat, which she did not take lightly. He found her hysterical, sobbing and holding onto her arms so hard it bruised, fingers almost piercing through fabric and skin. Never in his life has Dazai ached for someone else’s pain as much as he ached for hers. He couldn’t bring himself to say something usually harsh, like stop pitying yourself or get over yourself and get your shit together. Instead, he grabbed her and pressed her trembling body into his own, hugging her so hard she could barely breath anymore. He wanted to squeeze all the anguish out of her and absorb it. It wasn’t a problem, he dealt with worse, he could take it, so please let him so she doesn’t have to. His head pulsated in despair, at a loss of what to say and what to do. So he kissed her, so hard their teeth collided. He kissed her and kissed her, until she couldn’t think. He wanted to distract her, to leave her head an empty space, to leave her no chance to reflect, remember, or blame herself. No chance to feel anything.

Looking back, Dazai wouldn’t call it the healthiest way to comfort someone in distress, but it kind of worked, so who’s to judge. He walked up to the altar, allowing the nostalgia to take over his senses for a little while. He always found it funny: they made their secret meeting place a church, yet nothing they did here was close to holy. Nothing they ever did in their lives was holy. A murder 9 to 5 takes a pretty big toll on your mind and soul so having someone in your orbit who relieved your sense of existential dread and sometimes made you forget you’re dead inside helped. This is why Dazai wanted so badly for this lead to be a dead end. He was doing such a nice job of having his shit together and seeing her meant all of it would go to hell. One could say he was being too harsh on himself, but these were facts: as an analytic, Dazai knew himself in and out, and he acknowledged that his feelings for her, which was arguably his most irrational part of being, were a threat to his work performance, moral compass, and strive for the sweet embrace of death. It had to be fake. Then, he would come back to the agency, and she would be gone, and he would be able to solve the case like 2+2 and move on. Then, he would commit suicide, perhaps with some lovely lady, in some poetic and melancholic way, letting the black hole in his chest ascend into space and settle somewhere in its infinity. And all would be well. If this lead was a fake. If it’s a fake. If it’s—

“Fancy meeting you here.”

A second, and Dazai can swear he hears the sounds of glass breaking all around him. Everything is vacuum, the following silence is deafeningly loud in his ears. His body aches and his chest feels tight and prickly. He can’t find it in himself to breathe.

“You know, I wasn’t even sure this place would still be here, but I sacrificed logistics for the sake of a romantic sentiment.”

Her heels tapped against the old wooden floor as he felt her get closer to him.

“I guess great minds think alike,” Dazai said without turning around. There was silence again. He could feel her soft (he knew it as) gaze on his back. His fingers trembled.

“What do you have to do with this whole thing? You’re a primary suspect. What’s your gain?” Deciding to wait no more, Dazai spoke.

He hears her chuckle.

“Why do you ask me if you already know the answer?”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Don’t say it.

“I got involved on purpose, of course.”

“Why?”

Say it isn’t so.

“To get to you.”

The hole in his chest shifts, it grows bigger, hungrier, it howls, like a whale on the bottom of an ocean. Even though she has left a long time ago, her ghostly presence lingers inside of him, a little smoldering coal, red sparkle inside a black pit of nothingness. It senses her presence, her scent, the timbre of her voice, and it starts absorbing everything it can reach just to get her closer, to lure her in.

“It was a pretty risky affair, I confess. I’m on a radar right now. I’m surprised no one followed you here, but you’re Dazai, so I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

She waited for his reaction and when nothing followed, continued to talk.

“My leave from Port Mafia was messy. I’m not on good terms with Mori, like you. I’m not on any terms with him except for my ever-burning hatred of that perv. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you anything, but after Odasaku things moved fast, so I had to leave immediately. The only option of me not dying was a one-way ticket. I wasn’t supposed to get involved with anything in Yokohama, otherwise they would be fast on my ass.”

He knew that, he knew all of that, he wasn’t stupid. He understood she was telling him this to fill the silence and not to explain herself. But seeing, or hearing in this case, her alive meant her escape was successful. So why? Why would she come back? To a person who did not follow her. Who did not write her. Dazai did not want her being tracked by anyone, so he kept his distance. But this distance was supposed to drive her away, to separate them. To turn them into strangers.

“So why,” Dazai said out loud, finishing his train of thought. “Why are you here? Why on earth are you here? Are you out of your mind?”

“Probably, “she mused. She was right behind him now.

“Tell me the reason,” Dazai gritted his teeth. It was the only way to stop his entire body from shaking. Just tell him something, anything but not what he wants her to say.

“Because life without you is meaningless and miserable.”

Dazai scoffed. Who is she saying this to?

“I don’t want to live if it’s a life where I never see you again. I’d rather live 5 minutes after seeing your face than god knows how many years with you as a fading memory. I fucking hate your memory; I don’t need it. I need you. I’m not a good person, I don’t deserve chances at life, I’m not gonna use them. I killed a bunch of innocent people in hopes of getting you on the case, you think I care for my life anymore?”

He remained silent. He knew this feeling too well. To live with a bottomless pit for a heart, to meet someone who covered it so nicely to then be rid of that someone? It was better to never cover the pit in the first place. It only hurts more when you know things can be different. Better leave them untouched and let the black hole swallow you, thinking this is how it’s supposed to be.

“Osamu. Look at me.”

He let in a shaky breath. He hasn’t heard his name like this in forever. No one else could say it like her. In no one else’s lips did it sound so soft, so tender, so welcoming.

So loving.

“Please don’t make me turn around,” he said quietly, barely a whisper, voice filled with pity and hurt.

“Why?” she echoed as quietly.

“Because I’ve been doing such a good job ridding my life of any meaning. I’ve convinced myself I won’t be seeing you again and that I’m fine with it. I’m numb. It makes the work so easy, you know? I can execute any plan and not worry about anything. I’ve studied so many ways of suicide. I’ve never been closer to making my wish come true. I can spend a bit more time helping others and then clock out into nihility.”

He felt her forehead softly press against his back. Her long gentle hands went around his waist and locked on his stomach. Her delicate fingers reached to his hollow chest, to the hungry wailing emptiness that was devouring him and cradled it. She took it into her warm benevolent palms and held it carefully, warming it up. Dazai breathed out brokenly, his own hands lingering above hers, hesitant.

“How am I supposed to kill myself after seeing your face?”

He felt her smile.

“I’m sorry. I’m too selfish.”

Her body shifted back slightly, which made Dazai instinctively turn his head to the side.

“Got you.”

With that, she leaned onto him and caught his lips in hers. Check mate. Losing any last bits of control, he spinned around, grabbing her, pressing her body closer to his. He wanted to hold her close, so close, closer than ever before. He wanted to dissolve in her, to become one with her because it seemed to be the only way to never lose her again. Life didn’t need to have meaning, there was no meaning. No meaning, no God, no purpose, no higher power, no morality, no ethics, no good, and no evil. There was only her. He only needed her. Her lips, her scent, her voice. She could be his God, his judgment his atonement, his nationality, his worldview. His sin and confession, his modesty and decadence. His culture and ignorance.

He could feel her own darkness longing, begging for his presence, the way his longed for her. She talked to him through her tongue entwining with his, through her hands clutching his shirt.

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

A small and hesitant do you love me? Do you want me?

Dazai smiled helplessly.

Why do you even ask? Of course I love you. I can’t fucking live without you, life is pointless without you in it. I want only you, there is nothing else in this world. It’s only you.

you you you you you you you you

When they break apart, they are both breathless, like they just ran a marathon. He finally opens his eyes and looks at her. It’s a paradox, how she looks so different yet so comfortably same as the last day he saw her. Same glimpse in her eyes when she looks at him. Same soft hands cupping his cheeks. Same breathtaking scent that blurs your mind and vision. It’s her. The pit in his chest is quiet, for the first time in years. The lingering coal is lit up, it’s bright and warm, and the flame is her figure.

She looks him up and down, pleased.

“You got a new coat.”

He grins, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

She closes her eyes again, placing her palm firmly on his chest, sealing the darkness shut.

“I love it.”

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random-fandom-scenarios · 3 years

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Heey!

Can i have a scenario with Takeshi and his s/o having a talk cuz she doesn t feel comfortable around the other girls (kyoko haru chrome etc) and doesn t want things to be awkward during parties/meetings, and since Takeshi's friendly with everyone she's scared it could lead to conflicts if she s not friend with the girls.

Thanks 😊😊

Talking to Haru and Kyoko was weird because you were in the mafia, they were just in through association. They weren’t actually going on missions or killing people so trying to start up a conversation with them was awkward. And Chrome just didn’t talk much so it was hard to say anything to her without it being a one sided conversation. But because of bullshit gender rules, during Vongola parties all the women gathered to gossip and all the men gathered to talk politics and you hated it. There were enough women in the Vongola who were assassins and agents that they shouldn’t be regulated to talking about shopping if they didn’t want to.

"It’s uncomfortable,” you mentioned when the two of you were getting dresses for another gala. “Sitting with all the women despite being in the family as an agent.”

“You don’t like being with them? I figured you would enjoy it since you didn’t get a lot of chances to spend with other women,” Yamamoto asked, fumbling with his tie.

You sighed at him and took the cloth in your hands, even after years of wearing one, he couldn’t never get it right. “I have nothing to talk to them about and when you boys gather and talk about the family and missions and what’s going on, I have to play catch up the next and sometimes some information slips past me and I feel left out of an organization I have given a lot too,” you said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner,” Yamamoto said, grabbing your hand and kissing your palm and your fingers. “Come sit with me then, they won’t dare tell you to leave,” he said.

“I just don’t want any tension being caused, I know how much you like Haru and Kyoko and how friendly you are, but I’m just not like that.”

“I promise it won’t cause any problems,” Yamamoto said, helping you zip up your dress. “It won’t affect my relationship with them or more importantly, with you,” he assured. “And you can tell any other female agent there as well to join us, I’ll speak with the guys about it and I know the other Guardians and Tsuna won’t mind in the slightest.”

“The older men might,” you said.

“Good thing they aren’t in charge then,” Yamamoto grinned. “There are some old rules that need to be broken around here, Tsuna agrees with me.”

“Thank you,” you said, tugging him down for a kiss by his tie.

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discotenny · 4 years

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~Looking Good for your Age~

Mori with a girlfriend who looks significantly younger than him

I do not feel like I can come up with a scenario that would give you what you want properly lol. So, I hope this is a suitable replacement. Without mentioning the readers age, Mori’s s/o looks significantly younger than him.

Mori

At first, no one really paid you any mind

A little younger looking sure, but when you have literal 14 year olds indoctrinated, people tend to become desensitized

You were a part of the Port Mafia, as they all were and you never stood out

That is until Nakahara Chuuya walked in on you kissing his boss

Quickly, he ran out before either of you could say a single word

Rumors spread quickly, and soon enough almost everyone knew that Mori had found himself a little plaything

What certainly didn’t help the situation was your appearance. Age difference aside, your youthful appearance contrasted heavily with Mori’s tired first impression

You could hear whispers from your associates when you went out on jobs. How they assumed you had got your position from seducing their boss

You knew of the names they had called you behind closed doors. Slut, whore, willing to fan herself out to anyone

It got so bad you went up to Mori’s office to cry your eyes out

The next day everyone in the Port Mafia received a letter telling them that they could accept their boss’s lover or they could die

A little to extreme if you ask me but what can you say 🤷‍♀️

Things changed after that. You no longer felt uncomfortable in your own workplace, and the confidence and spunk Mori fell in love with was back

He would reward you with kisses after meetings, getting to spend special time in his office, and playtime with his darling Elise

Despite your lower level position in the Port Mafia, you didn’t want Mori to promote you just for the fact he was your lover

And he loves that about you. He admires the way you fight, and he could stare at you for hours doing just that

He isn’t just a crazed old man though

Walking you home [if you don’t already live with him], he’ll hold your hand softly as Elise holds is other

His two favorite girls right beside him, and that made him happier than ever

Whenever you two go out on dates, he has to suppress the urge to get visibly annoyed at the waitress who assumes that you’re his daughter

While he doesn’t particularly care about what others think, he knows that you do

Mori doesn’t want you to regret being with him. He doesn’t want you to find someone who it looks like you’re supposed to be with

In public, he’ll do all he can to prove he’s a worthy lover despite his visible age

Flowers, gifts, and outfit shopping is all a daily part of life with Mori

He doesn’t care how weird it looks to other people, !he just wants to show the woman he loves appreciation!

Life with Mori is tough in the first few months of your relationship being publicized, yet he does everything in his power to bring away the nasty rumors and words to make time for you and him alone

Again, I hope this was good enough for you;;;

I’m just a humble teenager so I don’t particularly know how to write big boy age gaps without making it weird haha

Enjoy~

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kosmosguk · 4 years

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[Yandere Mafia BTS Reaction to You Being in Love with Their Rival]

[A/N: Got the day off tomorrow, so I worked HAM to get this done after so long. I interpreted this as Yandere bts mafia’s s/o being in love with their rival but if that’s not what you meant, message me and I’ll try to adjust this piece! Thank you <3]

Seokjin:

Seokjin is livid, the kind of livid where he’s shaking and he can't breathe or think properly because everything in his mind is painted an awful shade of red. And even though he can barely see what’s in the photos with how blurry they are, he can see you, clear as day, smiling that special smile that’s reserved for only him where your eyes turn gooey and your lips curl up prettily. But instead of smiling at him, like you should be, you’re smiling at the leader of the rival mafia, your cheeks rosy in delight. You look lovesick with your arm entwined around his arms, even though Seokjin is convinced that you shouldn’t be looking like that, not when his enemy is just going to use you up like his other playthings before tossing you away. Seokjin almost wants to throw up at the disgusting sight. He wants to throw and break and hurt something, but he knows that he has to focus. Without focus, there’s no way he’s going to be able to torture and destroy his enemy for even daring to breathe near you, for trying to corrupt your beautiful, pure soul. He’s willing to pay anything, to give up anything to make his rival grovel and beg at his feet before he kills him like the animal he is. Killing his rival and making you watch that horrible man die is just his first punishment for you for even daring to look at another man. He has many, many other punishments reserved for you. After all, betraying him has consequences. And Seokjin, as you should have known by now, is nothing but a man who lives up to his threats.

Yoongi:

Yoongi’s your silent protector, someone who’s meant to watch and protect you from the dirty world. That’s why he can tell something is different with you. There’s a moony look in your eyes, the same kind he has whenever he looks at you, although his look is just a bit more intense. You’re always texting someone, smiling cutely as you giggle and type, shyly nibbling on your bottom lip that has Yoongi reeling in an intense simmering jealousy that he forces himself to swallow. And then you disappear in the middle of the night. Yoongi always checks up on you when you fall asleep after all; you can't hide anything from him. The next night, he follows you and sees you playfully wrap your arms around that sick son of a bitch. And no one’s around either, an act meant to preserve that bitch’s reputation. It’s an opportunity, one that Yoongi refuses to give up. He finds himself walking closer, slipping his gun from his waistband before aiming it point-blank and firing it straight into that bastard's head. It’s too easy; Yoongi can’t believe the same bastard who’s been taunting him for so long was so easy to kill. He sees you crying as he continues approaching, and you don’t even move when he scoops you into his arms and lovingly holds you, a warm action coming from a cold man. He knows that you don’t understand why he did that, why he has to protect you. The dead man before you two was a bad, evil man who would hurt you if Yoongi hadn’t done something. But Yoongi would never realize that maybe, just maybe he should have been protecting you from himself.

Namjoon:

Namjoon is deceptively calm. He simply nods his head at the information when his associate informs him of it before very cooly saying that he’d like to start an alliance with the rival group. But on one term, the leader would have to show up himself. The idea is presented professionally, cordially, and Namjoon does nothing less but acts absolutely charismatic. He even shows up at their main dwelling, no guards by his side, and practically nearly risks his life for his plan, acting like he was there for the sole intention of peace, a concept not well-known in the dangerous world he has sunk himself in. It’s almost a dare as he waits, calmly composed, for them to shoot him, fully aware that the vans he had posted nearby would straight up eliminate the whole building and everyone in it if they dared. The leader, a peace-loving imbecile, foolishly gives in, wanting nothing more than to quell the deaths that had been raging between the two groups. And nothing bad seems to happen at first. They both sign a document. They both shake hands. And they both raise a glass of wine from the very same bottle, ready to toast the alliance. And as the leader takes his first sip of the drink, the color ominously crimson underneath the dim glow of the room’s light, all is calm. And then it isn’t. The leader, that son of a bitch, chokes slightly on air, his hand flying to his throat. He turns purple, his words garbled, before paling. As the guards rush forward and are shot by the men Namjoon had carefully posted away from the naked eye, the leader’s head thuds on the table. Namjoon doesn’t even care that he has an absolute war on his hands, not when he’s eliminated his true obstacle.

Hoseok:

Hoseok is loving, so loving that it almost covers up his title of being the leader of one of the most powerful mafia groups. But there are some moments where you can tell that this man, the very man who taught you how to dance to the flow of the music and covered your eyes during more gruesome movie scenes while laughing lightly, is just like every other powerful leader: a selfish, cold-blooded killer. You just never thought you’d have to experience it firsthand. You’re coming home after an outing with your new beau, running on the light-footed euphoric high of love when you notice Hoseok sitting on your sofa, his lips curled in a disgruntled slope instead of the wide curved smile he usually wore. You can barely greet him before he cuts you off, demanding to know where you’ve been. You fib, something that was more of a white lie than anything, because Hoseok is protective and, well, a part of you feels guilty for hiding the fact that you’ve been seeing his worst enemy who you’re convinced really isn’t that bad. Hoseok’s eyes flash, their bright depths darkened, and in a flash of a movement, he’s up, his face red as he accuses you of betraying him, calling you a whore for lowering yourself to the level of that scum. You’re thrown off at this sudden change in Hoseok, your sweet smiling Hoseok, but more than anything, you’re furious that he’s acting like such an asshole when it’s none of his business. Before you can do anything more than scream, Hoseok is lunging for you, and you hurry back, falling down and knocking yourself out when your head collides on the edge of the coffee table. You shouldn’t be all too surprised when you wake up chained in a different place next to your sweet, loving Hoseok who smells just a bit, although his cologne covers it, like blood.

Jimin:

Jimin's almost in tears at your betrayal, at the news he just received that shouldn't be true. You’re lovers, intertwined by the fate of destiny that Jimin had been cruelly deprived of before he met you. You loved him, with the ways you always treated him so sweetly and smiled up at him with such affection. He feels like his heart's breaking, like he can't breathe or even function anymore at the sight of you kissing the man who made his life hell. And when Jimin feels betrayed and hurt, he becomes desperate. And desperation leads people to do dangerous, horrific things. His desperation leads to his belief that you must be angry at him; he must not be giving you enough gifts and maybe you were angry because he was late to a meet up with you or maybe you had gotten a hair cut that he hadn’t noticed. That’s why you found another man, as retaliation for Jimin not being a good enough boyfriend. This is just a bad patch in your relationship, one that Jimin’s going to fix. And he knows just how he’s going to fix it. You trust Jimin enough to leave your phone with him when you're running an errand, and even though Jimin feels like every fiber of his being is breaking, he knows it wasn't your fault that you were manipulated. He would fix this, just for you. So you wouldn't mind if he pretended to be you, texting a meetup location with his enemy, teasingly implying that you had a special present for him and wanted him to be alone. And you wouldn’t mind if when your lover came, captured by Jimin’s men for Jimin to deal with later. After all, if Jimin cried and begged and held onto you hard enough, you'd eventually forgive him. In fact, you might even thank him.

Taehyung:

Taehyung knows every detail about you. He knows when you’ve started to meet someone else. He’s furious, but he knows just exactly how to work the situation. Taehyung’s emotional, but he’s also manipulative, knowing which of your insecurities to prey on for the result he wants. He hires someone to find more risky photos of your new lover, images of the man with his past lovers scandalously pressed to him, and send them to you, threats scrawled on them about how your lover was just using you like he did with other girls, how you were just a pretty thing to adorn his side before he got sick of you and threw you away. It’s almost easy from then on. His men catch sight of a ruckus near your place and report back news of you screaming at your lover, slapping his face when he tries to get close to you and shoving the photos Taehyung had sent into his chest. When you storm out of your apartment, Taehyung’s prepared, sending more men to carefully knock you out when you head into an area without any cameras and people and drag you away. And when you wake up, eyes fierce as you hiss out that your lover is going to do whatever it takes to save you and that Taehyung was pathetic for kidnapping someone he didn’t even know, Taehyung plays his cards carefully, setting a picture of your lover with another woman by his side--the woman was really just his subordinate--before your bound form and talking about how he really doubts that when your lover has already found another body to warm up his bed. He shouldn’t find this much pleasure in seeing how you absolutely shatter at the sight, relishing in how your tears drip down your cheeks, but this will teach you how he’s the only one meant for you.

Jungkook:

As the youngest to rise into the position as leader of such a powerful group, Jungkook is notorious in the mafia world for his sheer brutal power and warlike demeanor. He excels in everything he does, from small things such as precisely shooting a gun blind to big things such as gaining the trust of not only nearly every single member in his group but the alliance of other powerful groups. You were his escort to events, beautiful and put together as you turned a blind ear to the risky, sometimes horrific deals that were being placed on the table. Jungkook thinks highly of you, despite how you’re really only doing the job in exchange for the large sum of cash you could use to pay off your college loans. And somehow along the way, he had fallen for your quick wit humor, the way you so cordially interacted with very dangerous men with an air of aloofness. So to see you next to the side of the only man in his group that didn’t fully trust Jungkook and had openly protested Jungkook’s rise to power, the son of a bitch who Jungkook hated with a burning passion casually tugging you close by your waist, left the young man feeling something he hadn’t felt in years: heartbroken. He’s spurred to find a way to absolutely destroy the man, establishing a discreet plan where the man would go missing like another rival group had kidnapped him and show up dead, killed in the same exact manner that the rival group was infamous for. And when you hear the news and become absolutely devastated, seeking comfort, you'll be back where you belong: at Jungkook's side. And if you refuse to comply, Jungkook is absolutely not above using a more brutal threat to convince you otherwise.

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wri0thesley · 5 years

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an angsty/sad fic of risotto and his s/o sleeping in bed together, the last night before his squad carries out their mission to rebel against their boss and fight buccellati's team?

tw for character death, guns mention, violence mention!!! it’s canon compliant, so: oof. oof, anon.

There’s something off about Risotto from the moment he walks into the house.

He’d just called you to tell you he was on his way home, and you’d been in panic mode; it’s been a few days since Risotto has been back, and your house is in a bit of a bad way. You’re not always the perfect housewife that Risotto deserves, but he’s always been the kind to raise an eyebrow and smirk at you before bending down to help you pick up the trash that seems to breed on the floor. He’s not houseproud; he’s much happier to get home and see you, he says.

When he’d come through the door, you’d shoved the last of the plates into the sink and ran to greet him. Even though he’s been gone for far longer than a week before, you can’t help but miss him - without Risotto’s bulk in bed beside you or the comforting scent of his aftershave on the air or the heat of his arms wrapping around your waist whilst you cook, you feel empty.

“I’m sorry for being gone so long,” he usually says, and though he doesn’t give smiles often he looks at you with his eyes softened with adoration. You have grown used to reading his expressions; some people might think him rude or frightening. You know him simply to be … quiet. Stoic. Perfect. “Let me make it up to you.”

He usually dips you down into a kiss. He usually wraps his arms around you and holds you against him, his cheek resting on the top of your head. He normally throws his bag down onto the sofa and sits, beckoning you to him so he can pull you onto his lap and tell you he missed you.

But today, he does none of that.

Today, you wrap your arms around him and get onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and although his hands come up to rest gently on your waist, there’s no enthusiasm in the movement. There’s no return of your kisses. There’s no Risotto murmuring sweet things into your hair so you can close your eyes and revel in having the person you love most in the world back with you.

There’s just Risotto, hard as stone, the door closed behind him, his face unmoving.

“Riz?” You ask, peering up at your boyfriend. “Is everything … okay?”

It’s not like him to be distant - at least, it’s not like him to be distant in this way. Sometimes, when you probe a little too much about his work, he smiles at you and sidesteps the question and his eyes take on a softer cast. “I don’t want to talk about work while I’m with you, tesoro,” he says. “I’d much rather concentrate on us being together.”

He blinks once, slowly, and looks down at you as if it’s the first time he’s really noticed you’re there. His hands, hovering over your hips, move and fall from your skin. You feel a frown pull at your mouth, your brows furrowing.

“Have I done something wrong?” You ask him. “I’ve kept it cleaner than usual, I promise–”

“You’ve done fine,” he says, his voice still distant. “It’s fine.” He looks around the room as if searching for something, and your eyes follow his. The loveseat with a deep dent in it from where Risotto sits. The shelf of books - mainly Risotto’s. The photograph of the two of you over the fireplace.

It’s one of very few photographs of Risotto in the house. You have this one, of the two of you, and one taken with a disposable camera on vacation last year. Risotto is looking out at the sea with the corner of his mouth curling up, his pale hair tousled, a sunburn obvious on the tip of his nose.

He’s usually behind the camera. You’ve made jokes that at your wedding, it will be a photograph of you alone at the altar - and Risotto has smiled at you, saying he’d much prefer that anyway. The photo of you over the fireplace was taken by one of Risotto’s associates at a fancy dinner party he’d brought you to - you don’t remember the particular associate’s name, and you and Risotto had left early. That had turned out to be a blessing when the newspapers had been published the next morning and a prominent politican had been found shot dead in his office, just above the dining room.

“We should have taken more,” he says, motioning to the frame, and your heart skips a beat and your mouth goes dry. Is he going to– “No,” he says, shaking his head as if dispelling the thought. His eyes meet yours. “Remind me to take more photos of us, tesoro.”

“Riz,” you say, again, as Risotto begins to move forward, still looking around the room like it’s the first time he’s seen it. “Is everything okay? You seem kind of … off. Did you have a bad day at work?”

He reaches the doorway to the kitchen, one hand coming up to lean on the wall above the light switch. There’s a bright blue pencil mark up there from where you’d jokingly marked Risotto’s height, after fetching a kitchen chair because you weren’t tall enough to reach over his massive frame. His finger traces the line, and you find yourself smiling at the memory - Risotto’s face, though, doesn’t shift.

“A bad day?” He repeats, sounding faraway. “Oh. You could … you could say that. You could say it’s been a … bad week.”

(You’re not to know a bad week for him is the bodies of his teammates in encased glass. You’re not to know a bad day for him is agreeing to go against the most powerful man in the country. You’re not to know that he’s not the only man in La Squadra who’s gone home tonight and doesn’t know the next time they’ll see their lover. If he told you– If he told you, he thinks, they’d use you against him. And you do not deserve that.)

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him, and Risotto has to will himself to not break down as he turns to look at you.

“Not really,” he says, and then; “I’m … tired. Do you want to come up to bed with me?”

It’s not unusual for him to come home from work and want to sleep, though he usually doesn’t ask you to come with him. It’s often the early morning when he stumbles in from work, and you two don’t see one another properly until the evening. But now, it’s nearly nine at night, and you’ve already had dinner, not anticipating Risotto’s return. So you smile at him.

“I’ll cuddle the bad day out of you?” You suggest, but it does not even make Risotto crack a smile. Something passes over his face - something that moves too fast for you to see, but seems sad. His throat bobs as he swallows, and he makes his way up the stairs, leaving you to trail behind him with your mind going at a hundred miles a minute.

Risotto isn’t overtly affectionate, of course. He doesn’t call you his cuddlebug and grab you and squeeze you so you can’t move. He doesn’t cling to your hand and pull you into PDA when he takes you out to restaurants. His intimacy is far more practised, far softer - holding you whilst you cook. A hand laying over yours whilst you watch a movie. His legs tangled up with yours in blankets whilst the two of you sleep. A kiss on the top of your head as he breathes in your scent.

But this isn’t like him, and you can’t help but fret as you both get ready for bed. Whilst you brush your teeth side by side in the mirror, one of Risotto’s big hands comes up and rests on your hip as he looks at you in the mirror.

(You’re not to know he’s preserving the image in his mind. You and he in quiet domesticity. You’re not to know it will be one of his last thoughts before he dies - you next to him, expecting to spend the rest of your lives together.)

“Amore,” he says, as you turn off the main light in the bedroom and approach the bed in soft lamplight. “I do have something to tell you.”

“I thought so,” you say, and the smile that Risotto forces is tired as he watches you crawl into the nest of blankets beside him. This close, in fainter light, you can see hollows in his cheeks you’ve never noticed and dark shadows beneath his eyes as if he hasn’t slept properly since he went away. “You look like shit.”

“You look beautiful,” he counters, and a smile splits your face despite yourself, though it’s quickly chased away by the exhaustion in Risotto’s sigh. “I’m leaving for work again in the morning,” he continues, and you see him steel his shoulders for your response. He knows you well. Your voice is hurt when you say;

“Again? I’ve only had a few hours with you this time…”

“I know,” he says. “I know it’s been barely any time. But once I get back from this trip, I promise we’ll be together a lot more. I’m hoping I’ll get more time off, maybe even an increase in pay …”

“I just want you,” you say, your voice very small.

You know that Risotto is involved in shady business. You know that he works harder than anyone you’ve ever met; he has never outright said to you that it is the Mafia that pays your bills, but you know that there’s a handgun tucked into your underwear drawer in case you ever need it, and that Risotto always knows where to avoid when the two of you go out. You’ve washed blood off of his clothes and never mentioned it.

So every time he mentions going away again, a little bit of your heart feels like it’s withering away.

“I know,” he says, trying to soothe, though for once his voice does nothing to ease the ache. “I know you do. There’s nothing I’d rather do than be with you, you know that.”

“When are you coming back?” You ask him, and he visibly winces.

“I don’t know,” he says, and that feels like a punch in the gut. You’re not stupid. Your voice is flat.

“You don’t know if you’re coming back, then.”

“Of course I’m coming back,” he says, his voice sharp. “I would never leave you alone.”

(Fears rise sour in the back of Risotto’s mind. He imagines the boss finding you. He imagines a gun pressed against your head. He imagines a Polaroid photograph, somehow slipped through the letterbox of a safehouse La Squadra are staying in - you, tears running down your face, your wrists bound by coarse rope and a warning scribbled in red pen. He would never leave you alone. Not on purpose.“

"You don’t know that, do you?” You ask, timidly, and Risotto reaches forward and grabs your chin in his big hand, tipping your face up to look at him. His eyes, crimson and jet, look down at you with sincerity writ across them.

“Of course I’m coming back to you,” he says. “I promise. And I’ve never broken a promise to you, have I?”

(Risotto will crawl back to you on broken bones, he tells himself. If he cannot speak or he cannot walk or he cannot breathe, he will force himself back to you so as not to break the promise. And if he doesn’t - Prosciutto has your address. Ghiaccio has your name and where you work. Illuso knows where the mirrors in the house are. One of them will make it. La Squadra are too powerful for all of them to fall apart.)

“No,” you say, softly, though your throat feels like it’s on fire. “You never have.”

“I’m not going to start now,” he replies, and you feel arms wrapping around you, pulling you against his firm, hard body.

You can’t help but think of the scars underneath Risotto’s soft grey sleep shirt. You’ve caressed them with your fingers and kissed them and drawn patterns on them. You’ve seen new ones come and go and fade; too many of them like stab wounds. Too many of them like bullet holes. Your heart aches as you wonder how many of them he got through his line of work.

“You promise?” You say, voice cracking. Risotto’s arms are strong around you as they squeeze, as he maneuvers your body to lay on top of his and he smooths your hair down so your head rests on his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heart. He drops a kiss on the top of your head and you feel safe and warm and protected, and the feeling intensifies as he reassures you, though there’s a low ache in your stomach that you know is fear.

“I promise,” Risotto says. “I’ll be back. As soon as I can.”

(Risotto makes himself believe the promise. He breathes in the scent of your hair and lets his hands rest on your bare skin, remembering the feel of you beneath his calloused hands.)

Your eyes drift closed as you let the rise and fall of Risotto’s chest lull you to sleep. Risotto’s eyes stay open for far longer, staring down at you.

When they find Formaggio’s body, burnt and ruined, Risotto remembers how you’d smiled at him sleepily and resolves that will not be his fate. When they find Illuso’s mess - it is not in a fit state to be called a body - he thinks of that photograph of you both and tells himself that he will make it back to take more. When Melone calls about Prosciutto’s mangled form and Pesci’s body, Risotto’s fingers twitch in desire to call you and tell you he loves you.

When it is Melone’s turn, Risotto’s hands shake and he thinks about the picture that Melone took of the two of you again, but he thinks, too, of Melone’s pronouncement a few days later that you’ll be wonderful parents when the time comes.

And when it is Ghiaccio, and Risotto is alone - he swallows, and he sets his shoulders, and he tells himself over and over and over again that he made you a promise. You will not be alone. He won’t leave you.

In the morning, when you wake up, Risotto is already gone. On your bedside table is a bank card and a front door key and a scribbled note with an address and a PIN. “Please leave the house,” Risotto says in his note, as you lean over his side of the bed to see that he’s mentioned that he has put another handgun in his bedside drawer. “Take it with you. Go to this place. Take this money. I’ll call you when I’m coming home.”

Risotto’s side of the bed smells like him. Iron and musk and wood and leather. You look at the divot in the pillow and think about Risotto’s tousled hair. You pad downstairs on bare feet, seeing that his coat and shoes are gone, and look at the photograph of him and you and the knick knacks he’s brought you from other missions and a little part of you says;

“Stay. Don’t go. If he doesn’t come back … if he doesn’t come back, you’ll need the reminder.”

And five days later, when the knock on the door comes, you think nothing of answering it. You think; perhaps Risotto has not had time to call me. Perhaps he’s called someone to check in on me. A part of you that you do not want to admit is there whispers that perhaps it is bad news, but - but even if it is bad news, surely you would still want to know?

So you open the door.

(When Risotto is facing his death, when he is looking up at the sky, his heart aches that he broke his promise to you, but is soothed that you’re safe in the house he bought for you. Maybe one day you’ll love someone else, he thinks. He will die at twenty eight wishing for the taste of your lips on his, but you’ll live long and full and perhaps you’ll think of him fondly.)

(He does not know that you’re buried in a shallow grave. He does not know there is a video tape labelled for him in an fancy house in a basement that has seen depravities greater than he can think about. He’d be glad to know, of course, that the people who enacted that upon you have had their comeuppance - but he doesn’t. He doesn’t know that you are not safe. He doesn’t know that his vision of you living ten, twenty, thirty years more will never come to fruition.)

(He dies thinking about you, and though there is not a smile on his face, there’s peace in his heart that you’re still out there.)

(It’s better he does not know the truth.)

#parents #risotto nero #writing #sfw #neutral reader although there is a mention of risotto and s/o possibly being #sad. this is sad.#Anonymous #possibly being parents (in the future)

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headoverjojo · 5 years

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Headcanons about La Squadra taking their s/o to the beach?🍹⛵🛳🏄‍♀️ I bet Pesci would have a blast🐟

Hello hellooooo, sweetie! Aaaaaa yesss, summer requests until summer lasts >:3 Sure thing!! Let’s go :3

La Squadra di Esecuzione takes their s/o to the beach

(Under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

One thing Risotto knows pretty well, is a beautiful sea. When he was a kid, trips to the beach were common: not just he and his parents, but basically an entire troop of relatives set off, occupying half beach. It was still one of the best memories Risotto had… so, if he can take a couple of days from work, he’d surely take his s/o to Sicilian beaches -in his opinion, the best around and he’s ready to fight anyone on that-.

In case, both on a Sicilian beach or one near Naples, if they go during day, he’s going to stay hidden. It’s not that he doesn’t like to stay with them -in fact, he loves it-, but he’s easily recognizable and he can’t allow it to happen. He can’t, especially, allow him to be associated to them, as it would put them in danger. So, he’d let Metallica’s cover fall down just when no one is around, around early morning or really late afternoon, finally enjoying some time with his s/o, watching with them the sun as it slowly rises in the sky or as it sink in the sea. After a little, however, he manages to find a really secluded beach where they can chill together, safe from indiscreet eyes.

He may not seem like this, but he’s a little like a grandma, when he sees his s/o doing something they shouldn’t. He always check if they have their sunscreen on and how much time they have waited after lunch before going to take a bath. He always has an eye on them, even when he’s not near them; in general, he prefers to read a newspaper or a book under the sun umbrella than stay in water all the time. Of course he willingly takes a couple of baths with his s/o, when the warmth becomes unbearable, but in general he prefers to chill on the beach, deeply inhaling the sea breeze, relaxed by the regular crashing waves on the shore… going with him it’s not a blast of fun, but surely it’s really relaxing!

Prosciutto

Prosciutto never went a lot to the beach, when he was little, and he never felt the urge to do so. He preferred the countryside or the city, where he knew where to go, every corner and brick, every shortcut… he felt safer, if he knew his surroundings. He had learnt since young age that knowing the fastest way to run away was often needed to save your life. He was a mafia kid, all in all: he never had a normal life at all.

That’s why he’s not so enthusiast when his s/o proposes to go to the beach. He really has to, hasn’t he? He’d do it just to make them happy, but they better not expect him to be funny or relaxed, at least for the first couple of times. He just stays under the sun umbrella, his nose sunk in a crosswords magazine, while, in reality, paying attention to his surroundings. He’s always aware of who’s near, who could be a threat and who is, instead, harmless… he’s always ready to fight, if needed, to protect his s/o! Even when they say him to just relax a bit, to try to enjoy the day, he says that in a so open area he has to be more than careful. Danger can come from every side, he has to be ready!

However, once he’s finally familiar with the beach, he evidently relaxes. He even comes to take a couple of baths with them! But nothing will stop him to act overprotective and even in a sort of motherly way when he calls them back when they’ve been in the water for too much time -”Your fingertips are wrinkled like dried plums!” he always says, when they complain-, or when he tells them to sit down, as he has to put on their back the sunscreen, and when, with just a glare, he stops them from going to take a bath just after lunch. Even if they pout and complain, they know he does it just because he loves them and cares about them, so they never hold a grudge on him. Plus, he’s even more adorable when he’s tanned and with his blonde hair down, how can they be mad at him? It’s unfair!

Pesci

Pesci is basically grown up by the sea, it’s his element! Even if his father and grandpa weren’t professional fishermen, they loved it, and they took with them Pesci every time they could. Pesci loved to go to the beach! After setting his small fishing rod, he loved, then, to go to play with sand and water, showing, then, his creations to his father and grandpa. He was so proud of it! Beach has always been linked to good memories, for him, so he’s absolutely happy to go there with his s/o!

He takes everything they need, happily marching with them at his side, looking for the best spot and then finally setting down. He’s ready to do a lot of things with them! Taking a stroll on the shore, bathing, exploring a bit around… he’s having the time of his life! He’s also fine if they want to just relax on the towel, in the end! What matters the most, for him, is to spend some good time with them, together, in the most beautiful place of the world!

Even if in the beginning he may feel a bit shy and awkward -he’s really self-conscious-, some reassurances and kisses on his cheek will help him to overcome it and finally relax. He’s fine if they want to stay in the water for long time, he’d even join them, but he doesn’t let pass one thing: sunscreen. He knows how easy it is to get burned, he’s not going to just watch while his precious s/o gets a sunburn! He’s always happy to spread it on their back and to let them do the same. He also takes great care of their face, especially their nose, making them chuckle when he gently spreads the cream on it, making him chuckle too. They’re so cute! And their smile is even prettier, when it’s framed by the blue of the sea and the golden of the sand…

Formaggio

Formaggio never had the chance to go to the sea, when he was little. He was the only responsible one, at home, as his mother wasn’t here anymore and his father was always too drunk to take care of himself, the house or, even more, of his own son. Formaggio didn’t even have the time to desire to go to the beach, as he was too busy trying to get to the end of the day, possibly eat something and trying not to be around his father when he was drunk, to avoid to be beaten. But now that he has time, he loves it!

He tries to take his s/o to the beach as much as possible. He loves it, he knows they love it too, so it’s a good deal! He doesn’t take much: a big and colorful sun umbrella, towels, some magazines, a cool bag for water… it’s all they need! If he remembers it, he’d take a sunscreen too, but it’s not for sure. His s/o has to be the one to bring it with them, if they don’t want the both of them to end up burned! If they scold Formaggio for forgetting to bring it, he’d just say that if you’re in water you can’t end up burned. He’s wrong.

Being at the beach with Formaggio is so fun! He’s up to do basically everything they want, but the thing he likes the most is to stay in the water. And to play! He loves to play with his s/o while they’re in the water! He’d even ambush them from below, he’d challenge them to freediving competitions, to swim races… at the end of the day, they both are exhausted to the bone, but absolutely satisfied for all the fun they’ve had! Beach days with Formaggio really manage to keep the problems far, they even hadn’t the time to think about that! It’s a day that really helps them to recharge their batteries: after that, they’d face the world with a new strength, even if with sore muscles!

Melone

When he was a child, and until his mother had been alive, Melone, on summer, had been regularly sent to summer camps. Melone, well… hated it. He knew why his mother was sending him away, to protect him from the continuous fights she and his father were having… to protect him from his father’s violent side. He hated it. He wanted to be at his mother’s side, he wanted to protect her…! But he couldn’t. He was stuck there, too far from home… in time, he started to hate the sea, the place he was while he should have been near his mother. This, until his s/o came in his life.

The first time they asked Melone to go to the beach, Melone was a bit reluctant. He still disliked the sea, it was still linked to bad memories… but, he said, maybe he could build new, better memories, now, with them. And so he gave a try. He followed them, as they seemed to know better which beach was better, and tried to enjoy the time spent here. He was a bit stiffy, for the first few times, but slowly he learned to associate the beach and the sea to good things. It wasn’t now something which kept him far from who he loved, but it was something that kept them even nearer. The sea, for once, was giving him something and not taking it from him!

Melone is more on the quieter side of beach activities than on the funnier. He likes to take his s/o in early morning or late evening, when the temperature is a bit chiller and there’s less people around; he likes a lot to watch the sea with them, to take long strolls on the shore, holding their hand, to search for pretty seashells, even to build sand castles! It’s like he’s rediscovering a new world he missed when he was a child. Now beach days are his favourite ones! He always comes home relaxed and happy, from those days, to his s/o’s utter joy. Seeing him smile with such a carefree happiness is a bless for their eyes!

Illuso

Illuso grew up by the sea, even if it wasn’t properly a sea where to take a bath. Venice’s water really wasn’t clean or ideal to swim, even if some crazy ass did it anyway, but, even if he couldn’t bathe, Illuso loved the sea. He grew up surrounded by water, water had always been in his life; benevolent water and infaust water, like when the acqua alta was coming to submerge squares and streets. In Naples, Illuso felt at ease: everywhere near water, for him, tasted like home.

That’s why he’s absolutely fine to go with his s/o to the beach. He likes to chill and observe around, so he’d look for the perfect spot from where he and his s/o can chill and observe. Illuso’s a bit of gossip girl, so he’d immensely love to relax under the sun umbrella with his s/o and comment with them the people on the beach, also challenging them to little observation challenges and intuition challenges. It’s funny for them and useful for him, as he keeps his mind always trained! It’s even better than crosswords!

Aside this little game, Illuso also loves to take strolls on the shore, with his s/o, and to take photos of them. He doesn’t like a lot to take a bath, he never did -he knows how to swim and he’s a pretty good swimmer, but, if he can, he just stays far from water- so he just cheers for them from the shore, taking photos of them. He takes every kind of photos, sometimes they pose for him; but the ones he prefers are the ones he takes when they are not aware to be photographed. When they’re sleeping, when they’re eating an ice cream looking at something else, when they’re looking at the sea, smiling, brushing a strand of hair out of their face… those are Illuso’s favourite moments. He has tons of albums of them, in the mirror world, it helps him to feel them near even when he’s far. To always remember he has a home and a precious person to be back to.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio, being born in North Italy, was more used to the mountain than to the sea. He and his parents usually went to sea just on summer, for one week, around Genoa. He hated it. He hated the stony beaches, he hated the sticky warm sea breeze, he hated the salt sea water. He always tried to get sick when the “sea week” was around, to avoid going here. Even if he now lives in Naples, he still hasn’t overcome his fierce disdain for beaches and sea.

When his s/o asks him to go the beach, at first he’s a nopety nope. He doesn’t want to do it, he hates beach and everything related to it! But his s/o is asking him so with big puppy eyes, he can’t resist those eyes… in the end, he reluctantly accepts, already warning his s/o that he’s not going to have fun! He warned them, now it’s their problem. He takes with them everything they need, bringing for him also a lot of crosswords and sunscreen, as he tends to burn easily. He really doesn’t want to go home even burned!

He’s not a great company, in the end. He stays under the sun umbrella, shirt, hat and sunglasses on, pouting and doing his crosswords. He tries not to step more than what it’s necessary on sand and he absolutely doesn’t go to take a bath, just checking his s/o from far to be sure they’re fine. If they ask him to pass them a water bottle, he’d cheat a bit using a bit his White Album to make the water fresh and pleasant to drink. He doesn’t like the place, yes, but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t like his s/o and he isn’t going to spoil them in the little ways he always does!

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #melone #illuso #ghiaccio #neutral s/o #beach day #the boys at the beach #headcanons #sfw #jelliefiend1066

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mistabullets · 4 years

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May I request headcannons for Narancia, Formaggio and Mista with a s/o that’s like duchess from Aristocats? caring, proper, elegant, ladylike, kind, calm, compassionate and motherly! Cause I love the opposites attract trope so much 💖

Ladylike S/O HC’s

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia isn’t the most romantic type. He just enjoys the simplicity of life, hanging out with his friends, and trying his best to survive. It’s not that he doesn’t want a relationship, but he never grew up to see and value a loving relationship. He doesn’t think he’ll ever have a partner. But that’s okay with him, some people are never meant to be married.

That is until he met you. Bruno enrolls him into a private school and Narancia is so happy to experience some normalcy. But having grown up on the streets and being part of the mafia, he doesn’t know how to form simple friendships, how to converse with others, and what not to say. He just has a lot of catching up to do.

Your teacher assigned you to help Narancia and tutor him in math and help him get a grasp of the school. It takes a bit for the two of you to warm up to each other. But Narancia appreciates your extreme patience with him as he struggles with his math homework. You teach him proper manners and help him integrate into the school environment.

And eventually, the two of you do become friends. Narancia starts to feel shy around you and the positive energy you radiate. Despite being a pushover at times, everyone likes you. You’re also super smart, pretty, and caring. While your family operates a big business, you don’t act like a snobbish prick about it like some of the other classmates.

Eventually, with the help of his fellow gangsters, he realizes he has a crush on you. Narancia doubts that you like him because you’re so amazing in his eyes. But Bruno reassures him that he’s also amazing, just in his own ways and that people will appreciate him for who he is.

So, the next day, Narancia invites you to go get ice cream and you happily agree, much to his surprise! He feels so excited yet nervous, stumbling over his words and forgetting how to speak like a normal person. This is technically his first date and he doesn’t really want to fuck up his chances. He tells himself to calm down and buys your ice cream.

Both of you sit at the table, and you thank him for buying your ice cream. “Well, uh... no problem. You’ve done so much for me, so--” his throat tightens, wanting to just babble about how kind you are. But he swallows down his pride, preparing for rejection. Narancia was so nervous about making a fool of himself.

“Hey, I... I really like you! You’re just so kind and cute and you helped me out with so much and I... fuck! Sorry that’s inappropriate--” Narancia. He stops his ramble and he sees a shy smile along with a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. You reach for his hand, slowly as if approaching a skittish cat. “I like you too. Like... like like you.” Narancia’s a happy boy!

Formaggio

Sometimes, Formaggio and the rest of La Squadra were assigned missions to protect others. Usually higher ranking members, important associates, or even family members. You were the daughter of one the higher ranked members and some people had been targetting you recently. So, Formaggio was selected to be your bodyguard.

He didn’t like it at first. You seemed to be some snobbish brat from the extravagant outfits you wore and the way you carried yourself. Formaggio was a simple man; he would rather being watching football, playing with his cat, or being assigned some actual missions. Not babysitting a bitch.

However, after being in your company for a week or so, he saw you for who you were. You were always polite, saw the servants around your villa as people, and were compassionate toward civilians who were less fortunate. And of course, your gentle demanor would extend to your new bodyguard. For Formaggio, it was nice to see someone like you.

And the two of you did develop a rapport with each other. It would develop more into a friendship when you asked about him about his interests. You started to watch some football games with him, he showed you pictures of his fluffy cats, and would even tell you a bit about his childhood. He was more than just a hitman and bodyguard to you.

And Formaggio was more open to do things to your bidding. If you wanted to shop, he was more than happy to carry your things! If you nicely asked for a cup of tea or coffee, he would kindly make it for you. He didn’t mind fetching your things despite a few weeks ago, being appalled by idea of being an errand boy.

Then it hits him, that maybe he has developed a slight crush on you. You are beautiful to his eyes and he likes your humble and modest attitude. But, he’s a hitman, certainly going out with you would just put you at more risk, right? But now he finds himself giving you longing stares and lost with words when you smile at him and thank him.

But luckily for him, you like Formaggio and are more open to idea of dating him. Before his last day as your bodyguard, you give him your phone number and address. He cocks an eyebrow at you and ask why you’re giving him this. You can’t help but giggle, admitting how you think the hitman is cute and would like to continue speaking with him...

“And maybe, we can go out on a date, if you have the time,” you said, a blush coating your cheeks. This blindsides Formaggio but how can he decline such an offer with a beauty like yourself? And hell, if people messed with you, he would certainly mess them up. Building the courage, he gives you a kiss on the check and says “It would be an honor, Y/N.”

Guido Mista

Mista has always wanted a girlfriend! He’s the type to find something attractive about every person he sees. If someone asked him what was his type, he would just shrug and say something along the lines of “Someone with a great ass and just nice? I don’t know man.” But there were obviously some types that he deemed to be out of his league.

Particularly, you. You were a student at a local yet affulent university. Your father, while not in the mafia, was an extremely wealthy and humble man. Your family knew Bruno and his gang and respected how they protected your community. However, you had a bit of stalker problem... you thought nothing of else and didn’t tell your father about it.

One evening, you were walking home from class when your stalker decided attempt to attack and assault you. You were pulled into an alleyway, a knife pressed against you. But luckily for you, Mista witnessed the whole thing transpire. His blood was boiling as he made his way over to you and your assaliant.

Rather than shoot the bastard, he knocked him out with his gun. He proceeded to kick him a few times until he was unconcious. You were stunned by what you just witnessed but you recognized Mista. You kindly thanked him, pulling out your hankerchief to clean the bit of blood off of him. Mista realized a cute girl was touching him and blushed.

“N-No problem! Hey, I can walk you back home just to make sure you get there safe.” You agreed, especially after such a scary incident. You made some small talk, admiring how handsome Mista was. When you arrived at your modest yet expensive home, your father was already at the door. You explained why you were so late and your father thanked Mista.

He even offered to pay Mista to escort you to and from school, which made you slightly embarrassed. However, Mista agreed especially if it meant spending some time with a cute gal like you! So from that day forward, the gunslinger would walk you to your first class and would take you back home.

Mista came to realize what a kind and gentle person you were. He would indulged you in nonsensical topics and you would happily converse with. Even though your father paid him, you still made him lunches, baskets of fresh fruits, and sweet treats (the Sex Pistols love your cooking!) Mista really liked you but...

Was it appropriate? Well, he didn’t mind just being a friend. However, your gifts were hints of your affection. And finally, you summoned the courage to kiss his cheek before running off to your morning class. Mista stood, blushing and wondering if he was dreaming. But when he realized it was indeed, reality, he would gladly ask you out on a date later.

#Anonymous #narancia ghirga #formaggio #mista guido #golden wind #vento auero #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba #my writing #headcanons #sfw

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arissayoo · 4 years

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Can i request yeosang mafia au where his s/o hates him because he killed an innocent person in front of them he's chasing you and after a year you get kidnaped and he rescues you but you still hate him

A/N: i kind of took this in a different direction than i had originally planned, and this ended up being a lot longer than i realized but I like how it turned out. I hope I did your request justice and you like it!

BANG

You woke up with a jolt, the blindfold tied around your head damp with sweat. You tried moving, even though you knew the ropes binding your wrists and ankles would prevent you from doing so.

Your ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps in the distance, your head tilting in that direction. The sound of metal screeching against more metal rang out, causing your heart to speed up. The door opened, the footsteps from earlier becoming much louder as someone entered the room.

You tried to hold back the whimper threatening to fall from your lips. Fear ran through your veins as you heard the person slowly approach closer, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. You couldn’t see anything, trying and failing to identify any smells that you could associate with your captor. Your wrists were tugged up, a pair of arms harshly lifting you to your feet. The ropes binding your ankles were undone, being tossed off to the side. Your lack of sight contributing to the helpless feeling as you were led away from the room, tripping over your own feet.

Something was off, but with the lack of communication, you couldn’t tell what it was. Your captor walked with a quick pace, reaching past you to push open another door. The feeling of the cool winter air hitting your skin signaled you were outside, sounds of cars and busy streets filling your ears.

You heard the sound of a van door opening in front of you, the person behind you immediately pushing you into it before getting in themselves. The slam of the door made you jump, fear of the unknown building up. The person’s hands were on your face, a scream coming from your throat at the contact. The blindfold fell from your face, the sudden change in the light hurting your eyes.

Blinking slowly, you focused on the person across from you, a black mask covering their face. They brought a hand up to lift the mask, the face beneath making your blood boil.

Yeosang sat across from you, his eyes glancing over your features. If you weren’t staring him down, you would have missed the flash of concern on his face before his stoic expression reappeared. He reached towards you, making you push back against the walls of the van, trying to put as much distance between you two.

“Don’t touch me.” You hissed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Even if he had managed to rescue you, he was the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Just let me untie you. Please.” He quietly voiced out, reaching again for you. His hands softly brushed over your wrists, the skin raw from straining against your restraints. His breath came out in short puffs, something you knew he only did when he was trying to contain his anger. You quickly pulled your hands away, watching him close his eyes in frustration.

You were in this situation because of him. He knew that, but if you hadn’t run away maybe he could have protected you better. He couldn’t bear the idea of you getting hurt again because of him.

“Let me go.” You whispered, not bothering to look at the man in front of you. You were exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to disappear to the comfort of your apartment.

“You shouldn’t leave. Not now at least. His people will be looking for you now that…” He paused, thinking over his words “now that you’ve been rescued.”

“You killed them didn’t you?” Your voice was cold, all the love that once was present now replaced with pure disgust. The look in Yeosang’s eyes gave you the answer, his gaze falling to the floor. You scoffed as flashbacks from last year filled your head “Just like Chan.”

“These were bad people Y/N. They kidnapped you! Was I just supposed to leave you there and let them torture you?”

“Even if these people were bad, Chan was innocent. You knew that but didn’t care before pulling the trigger.” You spat out. Yeosang remained silent as you pounded on the divider, alerting the driver to stop the car.

“I don’t care who you kill or what you do with your life anymore, just leave me out of it.” You pushed past Yeosang, jumping out of the van and leaving him behind.

#ateez #atzinc #atinynet #kang yeosang #ateez yeosang #ateez angst #anon request

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