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chrissypoox2 · 2 years

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R U N A W A Y 🖤 Chapter 2

Pairing: Bangchan x Female reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,088

a/n: So ive deiced to turn this into a 4 chapter series buut i actually odnt know how im gonna end iy anyways enjoy. (This chapter might seem weird because im switching up the plot a bit, from what the orginal is supposed to be)

TW: Alcoholism

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You wake up in the morning feeling next to you. Chan had already left for work, and even though he said this weekend was his weekend off he still left to go to the studio. He was a determined person when it came to getting things done. Which was no surprise. You get out of bed and head to the washroom to ready yourself for the long day ahead. You're still thinking about the little runaway date and want to make sure everything is perfect for when the date is official.

Sometime next week should be good. He is on holiday break all week so the date could last longer than just one day.

You got on your computer and worked on the date for almost 4 hours before you finished the draft plan from the date. Looking up venues and restaurants and budgeting with whatever you got from your job was a tedious task. Your phone rings and when you look it's Chan. You pick up your phone and answer.

"Hey babe, what are you up to right now." Chan started conversations where he was all sweet and then ended up asking you to bring things to the studio for him. He is sweet regardless but he does go the extra mile to butter you up.

"Nothing much just playing games. Why? Do you need me to bring you something?" You knew Chan forgot something why else would he call you?

"Haha no I didn't forget anything I genuinely just wanted to check up on you"

Awwwee how sweet, but there has to be a catch this

"Oh okay, well I'm fine. How are things at the studio?"

"The studio?" Chan sounded a bit confused by your remark.

"Yeah isn't that where you went? That's why you left early this morning? I assumed you were just at the studio working on music?"

"No actually the others and I are in Busan right now for a promotional, I just wanted to call to also tell you I won't be back home till tomorrow morning. So you don't have to worry about dinner tonight just make sure you eat and sleep well k?"

MORE TIME TO PLAN WITHOUT BEING INTERRUPTED HELL YEAH

"Oooh okay, don't worry about me I'll be okay."

"Alright call me if you need anything. love you"

"Will do, I love you too. Bye." You hang up the phone and get up to eat something, at the pace you working at you could get this done by the afternoon and pick up a couple of quick and easy commissions to do for some extra change.

You continue your day as normal after finishing the date and also setting the budget. You're on your way to a babysitting commission, but it's on the part of the town that you are not familiar with. You look down at your phone and continue to follow the route. You look up with it saying that you've arrived and the house looks sketchy, but you're getting $75 for watching the kids for only 2hrs, it was a good deal and one that you couldn't easily pass up on. You knock on the door and some old guy who recks of alcohol opens.

"y/n?" the man looks at you squinting his eyes and chugging down a beer.

"Yes! Hello Sir, I'm here to babysit-" The man rolls his eyes and interrupts.

"Yeah, I know, come inside please." You walk in hesitantly and the man continues to give you instructions.

"I'll be out for 2 hours the kids are sleeping but when they get up there is food in the fridge in containers with their names on it. Our dog is in the backyard and isn't allowed in the house. He leaves a weird smell. If you need anything my number is on the fridge door. If my wife gets home don't leave her here with the kids. She needs her sleep after a long day of work. Also here.." the man hands you half of the payment while standing there.

"Here is the first half, I'll give you the rest when I get back. Have fun." and with that, the man left. You didn't wanna assume where he might've been off to, but when you continued into the house it was messy and he was so worried about the dog leaving a smell, the house smelled bad already. You wanted to go the extra mile even if they didn't tip you for it and clean up the house just a bit.

-TIME SKIP-

an hour had passed by and you got the smell out of the carpet, the dishes were clean, and you lit a couple of candles you found and organized the bookshelves and the Cds. The kids' toys were all neatly packed away. You even did some yardwork too just for the heck of it. Then the door opened and you had assumed it was the wife. You walked to the door to greet whoever came but you were met with a strange man.

"Hey you, do you know where the owner of the house went? Tall dude, black hair that's up the ear length, he has a mole on his right cheek?" You weren't sure what to say, so you didn't say anything, you just nodded no. The man looked disappointed but left after standing there for a couple of seconds he left. As soon as he left you went and locked the door, and with that, you locked all other points of entry.

They better give me more than $75

The wife came home and the kids woke up, you played some games with them to keep them occupied and cooked some popcorn so they could enjoy their movie. It made you wonder what married life would be like with Chan. It would be wonderful for sure.

The father came home and gave you the money with a $50 tip for cleaning and handling the strange man and told you not to worry about it when you brought it up. The next commission was also babysitting but it was in a completely other part of town.

-TIME SKIP-

It was about 9 pm when you finished your commissions. You did a total of 5 commissions and were able to make $700, which would be more than enough for your trip on top of what you're already putting in.

You finally get home and you are so exhausted that you fall asleep as soon as you touch the couch.

TO BE CONTINUED

#skz x reader #skz x female reader #skz fluff #skz #bangchan x female reader #bangchan x reader #bang chan x you #bangchan x racial neutral reader #bangchan #straykids #chrissybooboos #im tired lol

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alkhale · 4 years

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Crazy (Hausen/Reader) Ko-fi Request

Hi! Im back with a lot of commission for you. I looked at your old post to see the animes that you could know and surprised you have already seen Gangsta. So I would like to know if I can get an Doug x reader or Hausen x reader (or any character of your choice :)).

I love and miss Gangsta so much, hoping for more chapters and episode to eventual come ;-; Here you go!

(Crazy)

Fandom: Gangsta

Pairing: Hausen/Reader

His boots hit the floor in an even clack clack clack. The military issued steel resounding his foremost intent with thunderous arrival.

Several of the guild members glanced up, some half roused from an evening snooze, others just filing back in from a scouting mission or watch, all of them congregated in one of the main room areas. A few veterans watched the hard set of Hausen’s jaw, skittering off to stay out of the Twilight’s way. They quickly tugged wooden chairs back, sneaking off behind tables and ducking down to the counters. Others glanced to the rugged, muscled outline of his shoulders and back and glanced to each other, whispering guesses on who’d be on the receiving end of his obvious malintent.

“Someone really messed up today, didn’t they?”

“Aw, who fucked up?”

“‘s not me man! I ain’t even on schedule.”

One man shouldered his partner, motioning roughly with his chin. The others all looked, stopping at the sight of the crumpled, brightly colored object in Hausen’s left hand.

The dirty blonde ignored the chatter, camo jacket tied snug around the set of his waist. Hausen swept icy blue eyes once across the room, squinting as though in search of something before he scowled, continuing onwards.

The guild members winced when he kicked the door clean open, stepping into the hallway. It slammed shut behind him.

“Aw, shit.”

“Yeesh.”

“Everyone stand clear, this one’s gonna get messy.”

A few bills were tossed into the center of the table. Heads turned, glancing over.

“Sir’s gonna beat their asses.”

“Naw, Ginger’s gonna stop ‘em before anythin’ happens.”

“They break up!”

“Bet!”

Hausen dragged a hand down his face, lips pulled down into a half-irritated scowl at the words flinging from the door. I can hear you, you dumbasses. He’d have them running laps or cleaning out the temporary Twilight housing facilities later.

Hausen had more important business to see to.

He gripped the object in his hand with renewed vigor, storming his way down the hall with purpose. His military Twilight tags clanked around his neck, clinking together alongside with one that didn’t match his own set. A few rungs of doors were open on the way down to the medical wing, Arthur and Lancelot peeking their heads out from where they’d been fooling around in a slumbering Gawain’s room.

“Hey, Hausen!” Arthur greeted cheerfully. Hausen offered him a quick wave. Lancelot peeked out from right beneath his friend, fixing his goggles.

“Who’re the flowers for?”

Hausen’s scowl deepened. In his hand was a crumpled bouquet, the pretty pink paper wrapping crinkling under the force of his grip. The stems inside threatened to snap, wheezing at the onslaught while the bright, full sunflowers bobbed unsteadily.

A vein throbbed against the side of Hausen’s head. Arthur pressed a hand down over Lancelot’s head, ponytail bobbing. “Did you hear? (Y/n)’s back—”

Both Arthur and Lancelot stopped, blinking at Hausen’s almost constipated expression.

Gawain snorted from his bunk bed, arms tucked under the soft tufts of his pinkish hair. He kept his eyes closed, legs kicked over the restboard.

“I,” Hausen grunted. “Heard.”

He nodded gruffly to them, marching down the hall, dog tags swaying. Arthur and Lancelot blinked once at his back, blinking again when they looked at each other.

“What’s got him in such a bad move?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Gawain yawned. “Go take a nap or something.”

“Gawain, you’re always sleeping.”

Hausen finally drew his boots to a rough halt just before the medical wing’s doors. There was a bit of chatter on the other side, a few of the Twilights on shift working to organize or help out anyone still injured. Hausen waited a minute longer, fingers rolling over the top of the rusted brass knob. The flowers sagged at his side, no longer brimming with the usual energy sunflowers were supposed to.

Hausen rubbed the back of his head, ruffling the short cropped tufts of blonde hair with an aggravated sigh. Did you have to make things so difficult?

He heard your soft voice, muffled through the door. Hausen heaved a rough sigh, masking it as a grunt as he pushed the door open, hefting the flowers over his shoulder.

The door opened with a little more noise than necessary to announce his arrival. A few of the guild members glanced up, blinking at first in surprise before their expressions dawned in understanding. They became pale, sweat rolling down the sides of their cheeks as they looked first to Hausen’s hulking frame in the door and then quickly to you.

Hausen only had eyes for you.

You were sitting up in the dingy medical bed, another Twilight sitting in the chair beside you with a medical chart. Your hair was pulled back, revealing the scarred, toned column of your neck to Hausen. Patches of open skin between the mottled scars he’d leave trails of kisses and lingering bites when you were a little more willing than usual.

You had a knee propped up onto the bed, the other dangling, wrapped up thickly in a cast. Fractured. He’d already heard the news. Mounds of bandages were wrapped up your arms, a hefty patch of gauze peeking from under the loose white t-shirt you’d shrugged on to hide the brunt of the beating you took from the last mission call. Another set of bandages were patched over your cheek, making you look a little ridiculous.

Dog tags dangled from the thin chain around your neck. Your own Twilight markings coupled with a tag that didn’t match the other one.

Hausen gripped the flowers. The stems snapped inside the paper wrapping.

He waited for you to make the first move, watching in growingly irritated silence as you dully glanced up, expression neutral. You took in his entire appearance, black tank top and camo attire and crumpled flowers, expression never once wavering.

You snorted, looking back down.

Hausen felt a vein pop.

“We’re just gonna,” one guild member started, gesturing vaguely to the door. Hausen stepped aside, nodding. “Go now. Yeah, we’re gonna go now.”

They scrambled out of the room, leaving the two of you to your own privacy.

Hausen flexed his fingers, curling them tightly into a fist before he cocked his head back. He set a hand down on his hip, fixing you with all the you-better-start-talking-right-now he could muster.

You said nothing, browsing through a crumpled magazine in your lap.

“What the hell is your problem?” Hausen exclaimed, throwing his hands and the flowers into the air. You rolled your eyes. “Why are you like this? You’re always like this! Ya like bein’ difficult? You drive me nuts!”

You flipped a page.

“I told you not to take that hire,” Hausen started, pacing around the room as he shook his finger. His heavy steps made the table shake and you kicked your good foot out to stop the empty vase from toppling over. “I told you. But do you listen? No. You never listen. I said don’t do it!”

You said nothing, flipping another page.

“I rank fucking higher than you but you don’t even care!” Hausen snapped. “What’s the point of bein’ your superior if I don’t even get any respect?”

“You,” you said finally. Your hoarse voice was music to his ears, tearing Hausen up over whether he should just take you up in your arms and spend the time doing something else instead of giving you the tongue lashing he’d been rehearsing this whole time. “Told me not to go as Hausen. Not as my superior.”

Hausen went rigid, setting his jaw. You flashed him a defiant look. “‘s that wrong?”

“That’s not the point.”

“‘s totally the point,” you muttered. “Paulkee said it was mine if I wanted it. I wanted it.”

“Then you should’ve asked me to come with you.”

“Ya got other stuff to do,” you said. “And I managed.”

“You look like they threw you through a fucking roof.”

“‘s a balcony, but close enough.”

Hausen growled. You rolled your eyes, turning to face him, expression neutral despite his rippling frustration. You were used to this after all. For all his bravado and cool when it came down to it, Hausen was always the kind of guy to get worked up over the things that needed it less.

Cause he’s a good guy.

“Going anyway without telling me was one thing,” Hausen said, marching right over to you. The sunflowers bobbed and you shot them a pitiful look. “Ya spit on my boots with that one. But comin’ back and not saying a thing? Ya might as well punch me in the face! What’re you trying to say?”

Hausen stopped, flashing you a dangerous look. He narrowed his eyes, pointing a rigid finger at you. “If this is your own dumbass idea of trying to leave me hanging—”

“Ya sayin’ I can’t break up with ya if I wanted to?”

“You bet your fucking ass I am.”

“Well, I’m not. I’m tired,” you said flatly. “I didn’t want to hear you yell at me like ya are now.”

Hausen made choking motions for your throat. You leaned back, gingerly adjusting your casted foot. “Why do I even put up with you? Sir’s got a better chance of kicking your fucking ass than I do!”

“‘s somethin’ only you can answer,” you said nimbly. Hausen threw his hands back into his hair. You watched him, eyes traveling all over, checking for new wounds, for new scars. When you found none you let your shoulders rest, feeling the fatigue come crawling back.

“Took that stupid mission, never listen to me when I got something to say, dumbass always doing whatever the hell ya want and—”

“I missed ya.”

Hausen stopped. His jaw worked, entire body shifting as he swung his head back to you. Your face was soft, eyes sleepy as you looked up at him. Your taped fingers lightly thumbed your tags, pinching the one that wasn’t yours.

The one that matched with his other missing one, coupled next to your own swinging round his neck.

Hausen narrowed his eyes, watching you suspiciously. His eyes darted once to your fingers, watching you play with the tags.

You could see the moment you’d won him again. The moment he went a little soft, a little proud of his name swinging against the metal next to yours. A shitty, simple little thing that couldn’t compare to what people better off could have for each other—but for you at least, you’d want nothing else.

Hausen really was too good for you.

“Missed you,” you said again, looking up at him. You opened your arms, the single invitation. Hausen went stiff. “Lots. ‘m sorry.”

A low, tight, aggravated sigh was exhaled through his nose. Hausen rubbed his temples once, shaking his head as though to berate himself before he tossed the poor, crumpled flowers off the side. They smashed into the empty vase, nearly knocking it over as he marched right over to you.

Your lips already started to turn up into a grin, knowing one of the strongest Twilight’s of the Paulkee Guild was still too good of a man to stay mad when all he wanted was—

Hausen’s body fell over yours in an instant. He gingerly lifted your injured leg, long, calloused fingers moving against your thigh with ease and setting it up behind him onto one of the chairs. He came forward, one arm moving around your waist, holding you there and holding you tight as he surged forward to claim your lips, his other hand coming around and cradling the back of your neck to hold you steady so you wouldn’t try anything funny.

“I don’t even know why I put up with you,” he breathed against your lips, warm and firm and here, here, here right against you. You closed your eyes, fingers dancing over his arms before he grunted and you slid them around his neck. “You drive me nuts.”

“You’re the one who came for me,” you said. Hausen grunted again. Your lips quirked. “You’re too good for me, Hau. You outta run before I ruin you.”

“Yeah,” Hausen said, low, voice thick. He pressed you back into the creaky, cheap medical med, the familiar smells of this place you called home and this man you let hold you, over anyone or anything else in this shitty world. Hausen smoothed his fingers down your cheek, drinking in every last piece of you. “I really should.”

His dog tags clinked against yours, resting over your collarbone as they slid together.

You simply smiled, shaking your head in pity for the poor Twilight as he slotted his lips over yours, working with all his energy and muscles to snatch your breath away and remind you why you should do nothing else but stay beside him too, remind you why there should be no one else but him for you, the way you were the only one for him.

The way it should be, for as long as you two had in this shitty world.

(Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for your support!)

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astralescent · 7 years

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another thing I wish canon didn’t just gloss over is the entirety of Marth’s exile, like, how can you skip ahead three whole years like that as if nothing important happened in there. anyway i always felt like these years had to have a major impact on his development as a character/fighter/person/etc. so I’ve been thinking about all kinds of things that must have happened during those three years and I think it’s about time I jotted some of those down

Marth doesn’t look away from Altea and then the horizon until he passes out with exhaustion two days into their trip to Talys

when they get to Talys and the king offers them sanctuary in the eastern fortress, he also suggests Marth joins the local school to resume his education once he feels up to it. the entire exchange is between King Talys and Malledus, with the occasional intervention from Jagen. Marth doesn’t say a word the entire time; he just stands there, shaking and struggling to keep himself in check

they leave him alone their first night in, but bring to his attention the next day that they will need to get organized to make things work and keep the fort in order. they of course leave that up to him and that is his first experience at dealing with managing time, people and resources. he has no idea what he’s doing at first but learns quickly thanks to being very open to his knights’ feedback

they establish a routine of maintenance tasks mixed with mild training over the weeks. most of the knights gradually build their moral back up with friendly sparring and shared meals

Marth eventually gets frustrated with them for taking it easy on him during training. on a whim, he challenges Ogma instead, leader of the local band of mercenaries and bodyguard of the king’s daughter

he gets wrecked

it really hecks him up for a while, makes him start believing he really doesn’t have what it takes and lowkey gets flashbacks of overhearing his dad mentioning his ‘flawed physiology’ and considers he should just give up

someone among the knights understands what’s going on and informs the mercs of how badly that fight messed him up

Ogma sits down with Marth and tells him that his lack of physical strength is only gonna hold him back if he keeps trying to fight like someone who’s physically strong. he tries to convince him there is a way for him to make use of his natural assets, which takes a while because it is a concept his dad and the trainers he hired made sure to never let him consider

Marth decides to take a break from training to ponder on that. he isolates himself for a couple of weeks, never joining the others for meals or anything, only taking care of his horse in the morning and then taking off to god knows where around the island

when he gets back to mingling with the others, he tells Ogma he wants to train with him. Ogma accepts on the condition that he submits himself to a little merc initation, which he does but im not gonna talk about it here because it deserves its own post

Marth kinda ditches his knights except for meals and tasks; he spends the entirety of his days training with the mercs. it takes a major toll on him as he is both not fit to keep up with them and not willing to settle for less. Barst is the one to point out that he is still very young and this much training just can’t be healthy this early in his development

the next time he dines with his knights, Marth asks whoever’s free to ride to the castle and arrange for him to meet with the king, who extends an invitation for dinner in the following days. the next day, Marth returns to the place where he had his initiation, on his own

he eventually has dinner with the royal family. notably, he meets the princess of Talys, and the king offers him to join her on some of her daily classes

Marth falls into a very steady routine of spending his mornings in the capital studying, his afternoons with the mercs training, and his evenings with his knights

on Marth’s 14th birthday, the King gifts him with some furniture and accessories to make the fortress more homely. he and his knights spend most of the day placing them around the fort, and then decide to treat themselves to a good dinner at one of the restaurants in the nearby village

Marth gets very sick during his first winter in Talys; after an intense sparring session, he accompanies Barst, who wants to go chop some firewood, dangerously under-dressed. he’s already coughing by the time he processes how cold it is and is bedridden with a pneumonia for a solid two weeks after that

about a year and a half into his exile, King Talys asks Marth if he likes his daughter after they’ve been through a few weeks of dancing lessons together. not understanding the sense of the question, he says yes, and the king arranges for them to have a few dates over the following months

Marth mentions this odd turn of events to the mercs, who are like older brother figures to him by that point. they don’t have any comments on the matter, until, weirdly enough, Ogma isn’t around. that’s when they explicitly tell Marth what they suspect the king has in mind for the young royals

uneasy, Marth stops taking classes at the capital and instead asks for unlimited access to the library. he starts studying by himself at the fort and gives as an excuse that he wants to spend more time with his knights, which eventually turns out to be true; Marth develops a special attachment to Gordin, who’s closest to his age of all the knights and doesn’t speak to him with as much formalities

he keeps in touch with Caeda, who starts visiting the fort regularly. their friendship evolves a lot more genuinely without constant adult supervision

he also gets to see Caeda and Ogma interact in a more casual manner for the first time. it gets him curious about Ogma’s story, so he asks the other mercs about it eventually

learning of his mentor’s past redoubles his motivation for training and he makes tremendous progress within a few weeks, now able to best Ogma’s subordinates and any of his knights

on Marth’s 15th birthday, the mercs, the knights, Caeda and him all get together at the eastern fortress. they drink, they get Marth drunk, he has a good time and sings and dances for a while. things get blurry but they eventually find him curled up in the corner of some room upstairs begging to go home

he has no recollection of any of it the next day and gets frustrated with everyone suddenly going soft on him. he responds by becoming rude to them, which eventually leads to him getting into a fistfight with Cord. Cord gets a broken nose, Marth gets a broken wrist

Marth is forced to take a 8 weeks-long rest to recover, and decides he needs a break from people. during those two months, he only really talks to Gordin and Caeda

a few days into it, he decides to visit the town closest to the fortress. an antique shop catches his interest, where he finds the first piano he’s seen since leaving Altea. he plays a few notes with his left hand, his right one being out of commission, and attracts the attention of another boy in the shop

the boy introduces himself as Gabrien, son of the owner of the shop, and explains that he never learned piano but played this one a lot because his father has had it forever and can’t seem to sell it. he notices Marth’s handicap and offers to be his right hand. they play music for a while. Gabrien eventually tells Marth he’s supposed to meet with his best friend later that day and invites him along

Marth meets Allie, Gabrien’s best friend and the only child of a couple of farmers. they get along nicely, and he spends most of his 2 months break with them

when that time is up, he’s told he can start exercising again but still can’t go back to full training, so he still spends a lot of time with Allie and Gabrien who now go out of their way to come fetch him at the fort

on a sunny day, Allie comes to get him without Gabrien. she says her friend can’t make it, but she and Marth can still have a picnic just the two of them, so they do. she kisses him, he lets her

on the next rainy day, Marth meets up with Gabrien at the shop, who says they won’t be seeing Allie because she has to help with chores at home. Marth sits down to play some piano on his own now that he can, while Gabrien sits next to him and listens. Gabrien eventually kisses him, and Marth lets him

neither Allie or Gabrien shows up the next day, or the one after, or ever. Marth eventually comes to the conclusion that they spoke to each other about what happened the last times they saw him respectively, and he feels awful

he spends days locked up to study the few books he has left, and gradually starts joining his knights for meals again. one day, he apologizes for his behavior from months earlier, and rushes to see the mercenaries and do the same

he spends the rest of his recovery doing light exercises and watching everyone train. when he finally gets the okay from his healer, he trains by himself while the others are busy with other things

a month later, he challenges Ogma to a fight

he wins

in the next days, he rides to the capital to return his many books and takes a quick detour to visit and thank the King for the first time since he stopped school

he visits the antique shop and the old farm on his way back, but doesn’t see either of his former friends

since it’s most of what they occupy their days with at that point, Marth decides to shake things up when it comes to training. he has his knights and the mercs come together to help out and challenge each other, and turns it all into something more pleasant by organizing little tourneys, relays, games of capture the flag and such

on Marth’s 16th birthday, he is gifted with a very nice rapier and a new battle outfit that’s pretty similar to his old one but actually fits him

there’s just a bit more than a month that passes after this before the Galder Pirates invade, and that time is arguably the best of their stay as everyone is in good spirits

#⌈ ★ headcanon ⌋#this got long but im glad it's finally out there

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